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The Raffle (Under His Mask Ch.1) - JJK + KSJ

Relationships: Jungkook x Seokjin Genre: fluff, smut | mutual pining, camboy au, strangers to lovers Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: 4425 Final Tags: (may not all be applicable in each chapter) Fluff, Angst, Smut, Camboy AU, Mutual Pining, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Trans!Jin, Camboy!Jin, Sex Work, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Masks, University Student!Jungkook, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Strap-Ons, Phone Sex, Rough Sex, Anal, Oral, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, Barebacking, Bottom!Jungkook, Top!Jungkook, Bottom!Seokjin, Top!Seokjin

Summary: Jungkook's luck is on his side when he wins a raffle hosted by his favorite camboy. The winning prize is a chance to sleep with him on camera. But when Jungkook finally gets to meet the handsome performer face to face, they realize they aren't the strangers that they thought they were.

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Jungkook’s entry into the raffle was a complete whim. He’d never had the best luck with that sort of gambling, but it never hurt to try. Especially not when the prizes – even the lowest – were so appealing.

The raffle in question was hosted by one Jinnie Sweet, also known by the handle genies_sweets, a relatively popular camboy who did formal performances weekly, and a few shorter appearances throughout the weeks. Jungkook had been watching the weekly performances since his debut on the adult performer’s scene, and did his best to catch the casual appearances as well.

Jinnie was stunning. Jungkook could say that much with confidence, despite the fact that he had no idea what the young man looked like. Due to strict prostitution laws of their country, Jinnie was forced to remain masked during his shows and pictures that he posted and sold, lest he wind up with a cop at his doorstep. The risk wasn’t entirely mitigated even then; Jungkook knew that there was always a risk that he or Jinnie or any of the other hundred or so individuals that watched him perform would end up arrested or jailed if their VPN somehow dropped or someone got too nosy.

But for Jungkook, it was worth it. Despite not seeing his face, Jungkook was crazy for Jinnie. Not insane levels of stalking, of course, Jungkook would never. Some of individuals he’d seen were bordering on unhealthy in regards to their “love” for Jinnie or other performers. Jungkook was happy to say that he never missed a show, and always set aside a small portion of his paycheck to send to Jinnie’s tip jar in addition to the costs of the shows and photos.

Jinnie’s shows were decently priced – low even, to be honest, for the quality of his performance. He seemed to just genuinely love both sex and performing. He did shows both solo and with other masked camboys and girls, some familiar names, some new up and comers; Jinnie was always eager to promote his fellow performers.

The raffle was a surprise. Jinnie announced it at the end of his one-year anniversary show. There would be five prizes, a custom photo (semi-clothed), a nude custom, an autographed nude photo, an item from his closet - worn during a performance and shipped after, and the grand prize, himself.

Though Jinnie performed with others, he never let them come in him. They could fuck either hole with a condom, they could come in his mouth, but internal creampies had always been off limits. For the grand prize, Jinnie was not only going to allow a fan to do it for the first time, but have it happen during a live performance.

Entry to the raffle was relatively straightforward; each ticket was the same price, and only five tickets per person. It would be open for a month, and he would choose the prizes live at the end of a show. The only stipulation regarding the grand prize winner was that it would be tentative; though he would announce it, it was dependent on an interview with Jinnie for safety reasons. If he was unsure about the winner, or if there were any reasons said winner couldn’t perform live, a second would be chosen, and so on. So, Jungkook gave it a shot. He paid for the five entries, and wondered if maybe, just maybe, he might get lucky enough to win one of the photos.

He tuned in a month later, having nearly forgotten the raffle until Jinnie mentioned it. He was sitting on his bed, wearing an oversized hoodie, half zipped, and a pair of boxers. His hands were covered in a pair of tight, black leather gloves, littered with rings that varied from slender sliver ones to wide ones that seemed to cover the entire finger.

His mask tonight was a rather cutesy kitten mask that strapped around his head and hid everything above his mouth. Jinnie’s full pout, speckled with a dabble of wet, shining gloss paired with the pink and black kitten face was almost obscene in and of itself. He always wore contacts that darkened or lightened his eyes, a final attempt at anonymity. As he sat, his mouth curved into a gentle smile. He was clearly skimmed the comments flowing in from the viewers as they entered the viewing area. As he leaned back, the hoodie slid off one broad shoulder, revealing a peek of one dark nipple and the shadow of a surgery scar running along his chest.

“I did get your package, Teacakes,” Jinnie said. His voice always sent shocks directly to Jungkook’s groin. It was just the right tone – not too high or low – with a silken sort of sound that Jungkook dreamed of hearing in person.

“It was the perfect size, I think I’ll wear it one of these days.”

Jinnie paused, tucking the corner of his lip into his teeth. He laughed softly, more of a heavy breath.

“Oh, I see – well if you win second place in the raffle, I guess we don’t need to decide the item of clothing after all. Of course, I’m sure lots of folks want to win that… We’ll see how lucky you are.” He moved forward, curving his neck up as he leaned closer to the camera.

Jungkook’s mouth watered, his hand dropping to his lap. The curve of Jinnie’s neck was something he could admire for hours. It was slender and smooth, just the right sized adam’s apple… Jungkook wanted nothing more than to kiss and bite it, leave it with a smattering of tender little bruises. He sighed softly.

Jinnie leaned back, glancing at something off screen.

“About time I start, hm? You aren’t paying to watch me sit around,” he said. “No visitors tonight… I wanted to have some time just with my favorite people.” His smile was stunning.

“Should I take it off?” He asked, touching the zipper of his hoodie.

Jinnie smiled softly, leaning closer to the camera, his eyes – this time covered with contacts that darkened his irises to a rich green – shining in the lights behind the camera.

“Too bad there’s not one of you here to take it off me,” he purred.

He stood slowly, letting the hoodie slide a little more, still zipped over this toned tummy. It slid off his shoulders, and Jinnie slid his hands up and across his chest. He let one hand slide up further, over the back of his neck. He turned, the camera catching his hand as he buried it in his short black hair and yanked. He moaned, letting his mouth fall open.

Jinnie stepped back, shrugging the shoulder back over one shoulder to hold it more stable. He slid the hoodie up, peeking his smooth belly. He tucked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, opening them a bit and looking down.

“God I’m hard,” he whined softly, one hand sinking lower. The telltale movement at the front of the boxers told everyone he was touching himself.

Without rushing, he removed his hand, bringing it up to his mouth and letting his tongue slip out, curling over the black leather – a slash of pink against the slick, wet black. His eyes fluttered shut and he sank onto the bed.

He reached out, touching something on the nightstand. A soft music began and Jinnie set to work. Moving leisurely, he danced to the music, teasing peeks at his perfect body and flirting with those brave enough to send messages to the chat. Jungkook envied them. To hear Jinnie say his name, even his nickname, once – he’d likely come in his pants just from that. But he was too shy. So, he kept quiet, gave tips, and watched the man he was enamored with dance and sway and perform.

Fifteen minutes in, Jinnie removed his boxers. He giggled at the apparent outrage in the chat when they realized he was being nothing more than a tease; his hoodie was long enough to hide his crotch. He began to sway and move to the music again, allowing only teasing peeks at his tight ass when he leaned over or moved just right. Every little bit the camera angle changed, and Jungkook knew enough from Jinnie’s casual videos that he had a rather complex set up in his performance room, with camera’s placed in various locations, all controlled with a remote he had accessible either in his glove, hoodie, or on the bed. It allowed him to move freely, zoom in or out, and get the perfect angles for his performance.

Thirty minutes in and Jinnie laid back on the bed, spreading his thick, muscular thighs. Jungkook’s mouth dried completely. The camera angle shifted, zooming slowly closer. He’d shaved for this performance, entirely bare save for a light dusting of his dark hair over just his pubic mound. He slid his fingers down, spreading open his folds. The glint of the lights picked up just how wet he was, the vibrant pink shade giving away the level of his arousal. His dick was stiff, jutting out of its hood, darker than the rest.

Jinnie moaned brazenly, dipping two fingers into his hole. He arched, giving the camera a peek at his tight ass as he fingered himself. He wasn’t rushed in his movements, taking time to touch and caress each part of his body, exposing himself without shame to the people watching. Each motion was purposeful, dragging his own pleasure to the edge, and making his viewers crave nothing more than to be there, touch him, taste him, listen to him pant and moan.

Jinnie shifted from his fingers to his sex toys eventually, allowing some of the more vocal viewers to vote on the one he should fuck himself with. The ultimate winner was – blessedly – one of Jungkook’s favorites; a glass piece that was definitely more art than porn. It was in the shape of a sort of blunted horn, clear glass with neon swirls inside it like rainbow smoke. It wasn’t even really the look that appealed to Jungkook, if he was being honest. It was what it did to the beautiful performer spread out on his dark blue bedding.

Jinnie slid the toy over his folds, using his own ample fluids to slick it, before slowly sliding it into his hole. He used his other hand to hold himself open, the angle of the camera giving a perfect view of the blunted tip pushing his tiny hole open, his body gripping each little rib of the horn despite his arousal. Jinnie’s moan was long and rich, raising goosebumps on Jungkook’s arms. Jungkook squeezed his cock, whimpering softly as he watched with rapt attention.

Jinnie shifted, twisting his hips up to ease more of the dildo into his hole. He let his hand slide down, brushing teasingly over his puckered asshole. He moved the camera back a bit, allowing the viewers to see his full body. He was slouching against pillows on the wall, his hoodie spread open and unzipped now to reveal the full beauty of his tight abs. His bare feet were braced on the mattress, thigh muscles tense to keep his legs open. He looked into the camera, lips parted. Soft gasps and moans slipped from his mouth as he began to thrust the toy, his back arching and head falling back against the wall. He moaned the handles of some of the more vocal viewers, begging them to fuck him, touch him, touch themselves, come for him.

Jungkook could have watched Jinnie please himself on that glass toy for hours and wouldn’t have complained about a second of it. But Jinnie’s show was reaching its normal ending time, and Jinnie’s moans were becoming more and more desperate. He slid the toy from his body, letting it trace up his leg where it left an obvious wet streak. His folds were parted, swollen from stimulation and his hole, even from the wider angle, was open, desperate to be filled.

Jinnie reached over and grabbed a small pink toy. It was curved in a c-shape, with one end more bulbous and egg shaped. The other was slimmer, with a small bulge like a ring near the end. He grinned and giggled, running the bulbous end over his mouth and down his chest.

“You all know what this is.” He squeezed his thighs together a moment before opening them again. He slid lower onto the bed, letting one foot fall to the floor. He kept the other raised, forcing himself open obscenely. “Are you going to make me come tonight? You were so close last time, I barely had to touch myself.” He grabbed a small bottle of lubricant from under the pillow and added some to the bulbous end. He pressed what appeared to be a button on the toy before slowly sliding it into his hole. He let his hands rest at his hips, his thighs flexing and soft little gasps escaping his mouth. The toy was paired with the chat room, and set to increase intensity the more tips were dropped into Jinnie’s jar.

Jungkook could see the jar count already rising by leaps and bounds. He too, admittedly, added a bit to the jar, a little surge of pride when, after a deposit from him, Jinnie let out a desperate moan, his hips pumping the air as he struggled for more stimulation.

“That’s it,” Jinnie panted, letting one hand slide up to play with his little dick. “Show me how bad you wanna fuck me. How desperate you are to win that grand prize—Oh!” He shuddered, his body clenching around the toy and shifting it inside him.

“Oh God, I’m close,” he whined, his voice taking on a desperate edge. The camera eased in, still allowing most of his body to show but focusing on the toy.

“Yes,” he panted breathlessly. He rubbed his dick rapidly, the leather slick with lube and his fluids. “Please, oh yes, please fuck me!” His voice rose in pitch and intensity. “Harder, yes, oh God, more — oh, oh—“ Jinnie’s cries broke off.

His stomach clenched and his thighs tensed; beginning to shake. Fluid gushed from around the hot pink toy, as his hole flexed. The intensity of his orgasm forced the toy out with a wet pop, giving a clear view of his front hole, still dribbling fluid, gaped open and silky smooth as his body clenched and released around nothing.

Jungkook gave his own desperate cry at the sight, biting his fist as his cock spurted hot ropes up his bare chest, nearly reaching his throat. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, a desperate urge to sink his fingers, tongue, and cock deep into the beautiful hole on display on his screen.

Jungkook had just recovered enough to wipe his release from his chest and tuck his softening cock back into his sweats when Jinnie sat up, laughing. His hair was mussed and Jungkook was sure his cheeks were a delightful pink under his mask, matching the red mottle on his chest and neck. He slid his hoodie all the way off and scooted back on the bed, exposing a large wet spot where his ass was. He touched it and giggled once more.

“Look what you made me do. Now I’m gonna have to change my sheets.”

He grinned brightly and sat cross legged, leaning back against the wall. “Was that good?” He asked softly.

Despite the mask, it was clear he was feeling the effects of the prolonged performance, his eyelids drooping and his voice softening. “I hope you all came so good with me. I wish I could see you all… Watch you come with your eyes on my body. Maybe someday…” He drifted off, smiling a little distantly.

He spread his thighs, stroking his damp folds almost absentmindedly. “I’m so desperate,” he whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. “I’ve taken so many good cocks and straps on this show… And a few off camera.”

He paused and smirked. “I had my first orgasm that was given by someone else on this show, you know. I’d only ever come by my own hand before… But the first time you all made me come with my little pink buddy— I nearly passed out. And then other performers…” He shook his head. “But all that pleasure and I’m still so needy. I need to feel it. A thick, hard cock pumping into my holes… Twitching inside me and filling me full of their come. I wanna feel it…” he shivered, pushing his fingers into himself.

“God, I wanna get creampied. Watch it drip out of my body, feel so warm and used.” He withdrew his fingers. “Only fair that one of the first people to give me an orgasm should be the first person to give me a warm load, right?” He leaned forward, crossing his legs again and resting his chin on his hands. “Are you all cleaned up? Caught your breath?”

He reached over, picking up a phone. He was careful to keep the screen angled away until whatever he needed was open. Once it was, Jinnie slid forward, shifting the camera angle to show his screen. It was a list of names - handles from the chat room.

“One hundred and twenty-eight people. Almost every one of you guys did all five tickets. I’m so honored, honestly, that you all care that much.”

“I’m gonna start by picking fifth place first. I have a random generator here so it’s totally fair and unbiased.”

He tapped his screen a few times and then held it up. It was a white screen, names cycling rapidly. As it slowed, he turned it back, watching.

Jungkook leaned forward. Over six hundred tickets, he knew his chances were slim to none, but he couldn’t help but get a little hopeful.

Jinnie read off the name and showed it on screen, taking a moment to read the comments. He grinned brightly. “I’m glad you’re excited. I’ll email you tomorrow to discuss what pose and clothes you want me in.  Thank you for your support. Now, fourth…”

Jinnie repeated the steps, another name that was not Jungkook’s. The third place - same steps… Another name that wasn’t Jungkook. His heart sank a little. It was silly, being hopeful…

The second place, the item of clothing, Jungkook held his breath…. But it was once again, not his name. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. Well, that was okay. He still had the weekly shows to look forward to. He turned, digging in his drawer to grab the textbook he’d tucked away; he had a pile of assignments to wade through.

As he opened the book, he registered Jinnie talking about the grand prize. Who won it? He must have missed the name. He glanced up, his breath catching in his throat at how casually beautiful the masked camboy was. His broad, sweat dampened shoulders, his muscular form, his soft jaw and shapely mouth… God he was everything.

At the moment Jinnie’s focus was on his phone, waiting for the names to stop. He smiled softly - it must have been a vocal regular, Jungkook figured.

“Aw,” Jinnie’s voice was soft. “I’m so pleased,” he said. “Now, I see this cutie in here all the time, he’s so devoted. But he’s such a shy little thing, I wonder if he’ll accept his prize. I hope so… I’ve always wondered what he was like...” He turned the phone to display the name as he said it.

“Cooky Boy.”

Jungkook’s vision blurred, his heart stuttering. Surely that wasn’t right — He was delusional. He leaned closer, staring wide eyed at his handle on Jinnie’s phone screen. His body shuddered, a hot flash that ended in a cold chill. Him — Him— He won first prize. He won Jinnie— The honor of meeting Jinnie — Having sex with him.

Jungkook’s hands were shaking so badly be had to retype three words. Finally he managed to hit enter.

 ‘No— No way, me?’

It was stupid, he knew it. Jinnie read the message and laughed brightly. “You, Cooky. If you want.” His smile slipped from bright to something much more lust filled. “Did you come for me tonight, Cooky Boy?” He purred. “Come on, you’re so shy… Talk to me…”

Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat. He forced his fingers to work, typing out a pathetic response.

 ‘I came. I shot almost up to my neck when you showed your hole… You’re so handsome.’

Jinnie’s grin broadened, and Jungkook realized with his mask and that smile, he looked like a sexualized Cheshire Cat cosplay. He leaned back a little, spreading his legs again.

“You came when you saw my little hole, hm?” He asked. Jungkook’s gaze dropped to his crotch, where Jinnie spread his folds to reveal Jungkook’s prize. “Real soon I think you’re gonna be coming inside it. Shoot that load deep inside me… Make me come while I’m being filled for the first time. Does that sound good, Cooky?”

Jungkook nodded lamely, swearing at himself.

 ‘Yes’

Fuck, he needed more than that. He typed again.

 ‘Yes, please. Thank you so much for this honor, I’m in shock, I never believed I’d win.’

“Well, clearly fate wanted it that way,” Jinnie joked. “I’ll email you tomorrow and we can talk details, okay?” He grinned then and sat more upright, closing his legs. “I’m gonna sign off tonight. I wanna thank all of you again for supporting me so often and so much. Honestly, I love all of your guys.” He said. “Tomorrow I’m gonna be running a sale on some of my stuff, discounts on some of my prerecorded videos and digital photos… And keep an eye out, because there’s gonna be some limited physical merchandise coming out tomorrow. I wanted to do something for all of you that participated in the raffle, the turnout was so much more than I expected, so I decided to add this merch at a discount for a limited time for you all.” He pulled his hoodie on and rose, shifting the camera view to one that showed the full bed and him standing there. He grinned brightly and blew a kiss to the camera, winking playfully before ending the show.

Jungkook sat still, staring at the black screen for a solid fifteen minutes after the show ended, feeling like he was in a state of shock. He’d won. By some miracle, he had won this honor. Jungkook was still unsure he wasn’t dreaming. It couldn’t be. He shut off his computer, shutting it and pushing it to the side to try and focus on his assignment. His mind wandered back to Jinnie, hearing his name – even his handle – slipping from those beautiful lips, his name on the phone screen… It felt like a dream, a fantasy, even though it only happened minutes before.

Twenty minutes of attempting his assignment and Jungkook gave up. He snapped the book shut and rubbed his eyes. Bed. He needed to sleep. Maybe he’d wake up in the morning and realize this was all a great dream. He tugged his shirt on and padded into the bathroom, scowling at his reflection in the mirror. Jinnie. He was going to come face to face with a man he idolized… What if he didn’t think Jungkook was handsome enough?

He’d had people tell him over the years he was good looking – but just as many added the backhanded compliments to it as well. Good looking but or good looking if. He didn’t think he was ugly by any standards… But he certainly wasn’t camboy material.

Black hair, neatly cut but shaggy, long enough to just reach his eyes in the front. He’d somewhat recently gotten a brow and lip piercing along with numerous ear piercings over the years, both because he loved the look of them, and because it made the vein in his father’s forehead stick out delightfully.

He’d been working on a design for a tattoo as well, but knew he was already pushing it with the piercings; he had to live with his parents for at least another semester to finish college, and getting kicked out would make that near impossible with the amount of work he was taking on in classes.

He’d been told he had an attractive, symmetrical face and good skin, but his nose was often pointed out due to the size, and his teeth were big – giving him a rabbit-like smile that he both loved and hated. Jungkook knew he had a good body; he loved working out, particularly taking time out of his week to go boxing with his friends. His looks were appealing enough to draw the attention, unfortunately, of the women his age that his father was always attempting to throw at him, and he’d not been entirely unlucky in the queer department either, though his inability to come out to his family had always seemed to throw a wrench in those relationships long before they reached anything serious.

Jungkook sighed heavily, looking away from his reflection to brush his teeth and wash his face. He padded back into his room, flopping on the bed. As he stared up at his dark ceiling his mind wandered. What would it be like? Meeting Jinnie in person. Would he get to see the face under the mask? What would he feel like – would his skin be as smooth and warm as it looks on camera? Would Jungkook be permitted to kiss him? And sex…

A cold sweat broke out over Jungkook’s body. In fantasy, it was fine. In his fantasies he knew exactly how to please Jinnie. In reality… His experience was sorely lacking. What if he couldn’t make him come? What if he came too fast? What if his dick wasn’t big enough? The anxiety washed over him in waves. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut. It was amazing he’d won, yes… But could he actually go through with it? He took a deep breathing, trying to calm himself. It would do no good to send himself into a panic before he’d even spoken to Jinnie. For all he knew, he wouldn’t meet the qualifications anyways. One step at a time, he knew that. Jumping ten paces ahead would only give him a stomach ache and a sleepless night. Setting his anxiety aside, at least temporarily, Jungkook was able to drift to sleep, his dreams filled fantasies of his beautiful masked crush.

[softjeon]

Treading among serpents | Masterlist

— GENRE; angst — PAIRING; Yoongi x Jungkook — AU; Mafia, Gang — DISCLAIMER; weapons, violence, blood, alcohol, nsfw-content, weapons, violence, blood, alcohol, nsfw-content, mentioning of death, hospitals and coma — written with @cassiavioletblue​

SUMMARY; “[...] Trust me, he’ll close up like a clam around them, trying to protect his softcore. They can use violence and risk their heads in case his father wakes up or continues with their useless prodding. [...] And even then what I’m doing here will work in our favor because if he trusts me then I’ll be able to get him into a car without any fuss and no one will know what happened.”

Namjoon hummed, furrowing his brows deeply. “So, you want him to fall in love with you.” [...] 

“Don’t be so dramatic! I want him to trust me, that’s all. It’s really heartwarming how much you all trust in my methods. I’d like you to remember that this is my decision to make and that I don’t have to justify anything to any of you. All you need to do is do what you’re told.”

— CHAPTERS; 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | EPILOGUE

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[joonsrack]

Masterpiece | KTH x KNJ

+PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x Kim Namjoon

+GENRE: Oneshot, crack, angst, smidge of smut, College AU, stranger to lover

+WORD COUNT: ~13k

+RATING: 18+

+WARNING: Taehyung has face blindness, NSFW, (very) foul language, overuse of the word penis and it’s synonyms, pinning, misunderstandings, Namjoon is like real’ dumb, a little hanky panky but nothing scandalous.

+SUMMARY: 

“So let me recap here, you don’t know his name, his major, his department, his age, his number, nor his face. The only clue you have is this drawing, which basically looks like a textbook example of unrealistic body expectations. You apparently know every nook and cranny of his [REDACTED], but you didn’t have the decency to ask his name? You deserve this.” He cackles, angering Taehyung.

(OR the one where Taehyung has face blindness but that won't stop him from finding love. )

+A/N: Well, it’s been almost a year since I’ve posted anything, and almost as much time since i last wrote anything (except for the occasional guilt writing lmao). So this is me coming back with a vengeance (and the dumbest thing i’ve ever written). This is all thanks to (or to be blamed on) @minloop who put up with my non-stop messaging, gave me some plot ideas, and actually inspired me to finish this in three days. Thank you to my baby @emojihobi​ for the emotional support and the beta reading 💖

+Disclaimer: I got all my info on face blindness from google searches, so please forgive any inaccuracy.

Face blindness has definitely made Taehyung’s life difficult. 

There’s the obvious problem of not being able to recognize your parents. Remember this childhood trauma of holding a random stranger’s hands in the mall, thinking it’s your mother or father? Taehyung had to live through that many, many times; except he wouldn’t realize until said stranger would shake his hand off, or until his parents would swoop in to get him. The fact that he’s never been kidnapped is down to pure luck, really.

Making friends, you guessed it, has also been a challenge. It’s difficult explaining to kids why you ignored them when you saw each other in the hallway. Kids don’t always understand “I didn’t recognize you” as an explanation, especially if you’ve been in the same class since pre-k.

But this? This is a new and unforeseen crisis.

+

 His dorm room is very quiet, which is not unusual since he has a solo room. But he’s pretty sure he went to sleep with a plus one, and said plus one is nowhere to be seen. 

Now, he isn’t a stranger to one-night stands sneaking out after he falls asleep. He likes to take night conquests to his dorm room for this exact reason; He can go right to sleep, while they take themselves out. Easy breezy no string attached-y. That’s usually the way he wants it to be. 

But this time is different. Last night was different. Last night, Taehyung had the best night of his life, hands down. Best bangs of his existence. Bangs plural because they went more than once. How that’s even possible when his teenage years are long gone and days with multiple orgasms are less and less common, he has no idea.

He’s probably ruined for anyone else. Nothing could ever compare to the night he just spent getting his back blown out. 

Now, Taehyung is a sculptor. A very gifted one at that (if his teachers’ praises are anything to go by). Taehyung knows body proportions, knows perfect rations, all that stuff. He knows it on marble bodies, in sketches, in painting. Not on actual human beings.

Until last night.

Last night, he witnessed the body of a god. He scratched at perfect skin, held on to beautifully defined and strong arms, rode perfect thighs. Last night, he shed a tear at the view of some perfect knees. Last night, he realized that art truly imitates nature. 

And that’s not all.

Taehyung can admit he owns a nice dick; it’s decently shaped, the color is nice, and the size is slightly over average. 

But what he witnessed the night before?

The Narcissus of dicks; the most beautiful dick on the planet. The most beautiful dick in history . Probably even prettier than Narcissus’ face himself. (But Taehyung doesn’t know what Narcissus' face looks like, so he’s only assuming.) 

From the perfect red color of its beautifully shaped head to the gracefully intertwined veins leading to a sturdy looking hilt, peppered with well-kept pubic hair, ending in an exquisitely wrinkled ballsack. The girth was over average; big enough to make size queens (such as Taehyung) salivate, but not big enough to scare away enthusiasts. And the length? The dude is lucky he’s a grower and not a show-er, or he would never know peace. Mainly because the likes of Taehyung or Park Jimin would never let him be.

But where is that most perfect penis right now? 

Attached to its perfectly shaped and mysterious owner, probably miles away.

Very problematic, indeed.

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“So what you’re saying is, you fell asleep, and when you woke up he was gone? Isn’t that how it’s usually supposed to go?” Yoongi sounds disgruntled on the other end of the face call, face half mushed in his pillow, hair disheveled and eyes squinty. It’s not yet 1 pm after all, which is still considered morning for people like Min Yoongi.

“Noooo, not this time.” Taehyung whines,” This time he was supposed to stick around and ask me to marry him in the morning. Isn’t that obvious? We went at it four times for fuck sake, doesn’t that mean anything anymore?”

Jimin chokes on his matcha oatmeal milk latte, eyes going wide. “Four times?! Now that is a monster stamina. He basically squeezed your balls dry.” There’s a pause, then he says to someone off-camera, “It’s rude to stare, ma’am.”

“Stop ruining my morning with your screaming,” Yoongi grunts out, rubbing his eyes. “So what do you want us to do about this?”

Taehyung fumbles around his desk for a moment, looking through his piles of sketches until he finds it, his only clue.

“Do you two know this man?” He asks, pulling out a sketch he did quickly off his memory of the mystery man’s body. He pulls out a second one, this one is a close-up of his perfect penis. He might have gone off tangent with the shading, but he couldn't stop himself, that dick deserves all the shading.

“Jesus fuck.” Yoongi signs.

“Baby, I’m sure you’re aware that if I knew anyone with a body and a dick like that, you would never have been able to put your dirty paws on him.”

Taehyung turns hopeful eyes to Yoongi after glaring at Jimin for a good 10 seconds, but Yoongi only shakes his head no.

“I don’t have a habit of making my friends strip around me, sadly. I wouldn’t be able to tell even if I knew him.”

“You two are useless” Taehyung signs, his body deflating. Yoongi takes offense and hangs up. Or maybe he was going to hang up either way.

“So let me recap here, you don’t know his name, his major, his department, his age, his number, nor his face. The only clue you have is this drawing, which basically looks like a textbook example of unrealistic body expectations. You apparently know every nook and cranny of his penis, but you didn’t have the decency to ask his name? You deserve this.” He cackles, angering Taehyung. 

“I was busy sucking his dick, asshole.” He spits, but Jimin only snorts in answer.

“Good luck finding the owner of Mystery Penis.” He quips back, before hanging up as well.

+

All hope is lost. Never in his life has he despised his face blindness as much as he does right now. Of course, it’s never been easy dealing with it throughout his life. He’s lucky he has two solid friends he can count on. Although Jimin regularly dyes and changes his hairstyle without warning to mess with him. And Yoongi basically has two hours of availability per week, usually arranged around his sleeping schedule. 

But he knows they care for him, and he cares for them. 

He drags his feet to class. He uses ‘class’ lightly; being a third-year means most of his courses are spent in the workshop, working on his graduate exhibition. 

He’s got his trusty overalls on, covered in clay stains. He’s been working with clay for the last few weeks, using the medium for two of his exhibition pieces. 

He greets his teacher at the front desk with a nod, before making his way to his desk. Today’s playlist consists of oldies, and he makes it to his desk just as Lionel Richie’s voice fills the room. 

He snorts, rolling his eyes.

Hello is a classic of sculpting classes. No matter the teacher or the Instructor, they all love to play that song on repeat, and he usually doesn’t pay it any mind. But right now, isn’t there a more perfect song to taunt him?

Lionel Richie asks if it’s him he’s looking for, as he’s pulling his tool out of his bag. He unwraps the plastic wrap from around the latest project he’s been working on, already planning his next move. 

He’s pretty sure the sculpting world is all over that song only because of the music video.

It’s obvious that the whole ‘blind girl sculpting’ thing– 

Oh.

Oh dear god. The music video. 

The music video.

Taehyung has an idea.

His hands move before he can fully realize the plan in his head, rewrapping his project, and getting some new clay from the front of the class.

His teacher looks him up and down in all his frantic and excited glory.

 “A sudden stroke of inspiration?” He questions, sounding curious.

“Something like that.” Taehyung smiles, trying to act inconspicuous. His teacher won’t let him take the clay if it’s not for his graduate exhibition.

He makes it back to his station without any more inquiry and starts to work right away.

Jimin was right, he does know every nook and cranny of that penis. He spent hours getting acquainted with it, and he has an excellent memory (Except for faces, obviously).

All the other students are too busy working on their final projects to notice the massive penis under construction a few feet from them. If anyone asks, Taehyung will proudly answer that it’s a life-sized depiction. But no one is asking, so he simply works on bringing the piece to life. The students in his class rarely talk to him, since he hasn’t gone out of his way to develop any type of relationship with them. It’s easier like that.

Once he’s done, many hours later, he’s alone in the workshop with the sun setting outside.

He ogles proudly at his masterpiece, the erect penis standing tall on his station, truly a creature of beauty. It’s a perfect replica, down to the ballsack wrinkles; down to the cute mole at the hilt. Of course, it’s clay-colored, and it probably won't change since Taehyung hates painting his creations, but he’s absolutely certain that everything else is exactly like the original.

The oven has been preheating for a while, so it’s hot and ready to bake some penis. The only thing left is to leave it to cure for a while. Any ol’ regular penis would have taken less than an hour to cure, but we’re talking about a monster cock here. 

He pops it into the oven, sets a timer, just in time for a knock at the door to pull him out of his penis-induced craze.

“Yo, Tae,” Yoongi’s voice resonates from the door frame.

Taehyung grabs a rag from his station to clean his hand with before making his way to his friend. There’s someone with him, and Yoongi signals at his friend with a lazy wave of his hand. 

“Remember Namjoon?” He asks, but it’s a rhetorical question. Jimin and Yoongi have taken to the habit of identifying the people they’re with, so Taehyung doesn't have to embarrass himself trying to figure it out on his own. That way, they don’t have to explain his condition to every single person that isn’t in his immediate friend circle. 

(Is it even a circle if it’s two people?) 

He sends a nod in Namjoon’s way and gets a wave back, and that’s as far as their exchange goes, as usual. Except today, his whole body language reads nervous and tense. But that’s none of Taehyung’s business.

“We’re going to see some juniors perform in a pub, you want to come with?” Yoongi asks him, and Taehyung knows he means well, but he also knows that Yoongi knows he doesn’t like crowded spaces. 

He and Jimin have tried to get him to go out more, but the only time Taehyung steps foot inside any type of alcohol selling establishment is when he wants to get laid. And there’s only one place he goes to then; that crappy little Bar near campus that’s only frequented by broke students who also want to get laid. 

He doesn’t like anywhere that’s dark where there’s enough people to make him lose sight of his friends. Something about losing his parents at the mall one too many times.

“That sounds nice, but I have to finish this piece I’m working on.” He answers, trying to sound as regretful as he can. It doesn’t really work, judging by Yoongi’s unconvinced humming. 

“Alright, careful when you go back home.” Yoongi finally answers, patting him on the shoulder. 

He starts walking away, but his friend, Namjoon, stays frozen on the spot, facing him. He’s looking at Taehyung in some kind of way, but face blindness makes it hard for him to read other’s expressions. He raises a single eyebrow in interrogation, and that seems to make Namjoon snap out of it. He turns on his heel without as much as a goodbye, which, rude .

“'Kay, bye.” He mutters after him.

But he can’t hold it against him. He knows that ‘Namjoon’ has been a long-time friend of Yoongi and that they’ve spent some time together by association. Taehyung doesn’t go out of his way to get to know new people, so there’s a high chance Namjoon might have tried to approach him with friendship in mind, only to end up frustrated by Taehyung’s lack of interest. Happens all the time. He can’t really help it, reading intentions is not in his toolbox.

He should probably tell Yoongi to share his ‘secret’ with Namjoon. He seems nice enough from what he heard, so he would probably be understanding. It should at least clear up the misunderstanding, and Taehyung might even gain a new friend, who knows?

He makes his way back to his station, works on his actual project while the oven takes care of making his penis nice and hard. 

+

The next morning, he wakes up to ten texts from Jimin, one from Yoongi, and multiple missed calls and voicemail from his workshop teacher.

 Asshole with pink hair:

9:40 am    ur crazy

9:40 am    CRAZY

9:40 am    This is hilarious

9:41 am    That’s why i love u

9:41 am    That is a beautiful dick

9:41 am    Like it was nice on paper, but the 3D version definitely makes me wonder about its  owner

10:26 am  All the student body is buzzing about the mystery penis

10:27 am  It’s on the front page of the school newspaper

10:27 am  omg you dumbass u didnt write your number

10:27 am  you didn't write your number anywhere brb dying of laughter

Hyungie:

11:32 am  You didnt write your infos dumb dumb

Taehyung bangs his head on his pillow, hoping for quick death. How could he forget to write down his infos? How is anyone supposed to contact him?

+

Namjoon has come to learn quickly that university isn’t always the most sanest place on the planet. Cramming, into a single building, that amount of genius with that amount of insanity is bound to create interesting events.

He’s stopped being surprised by most things, might be guilty of doing some of those surprising things from time to time. But today? Today is on a whole new level.

Somehow, his dick is plastered all over the school, in every hallway, on every door. Think Regina George distributing the burn book copy all over school but, multiplied by 50, that’s how many pictures of his dick are distributed around school right now. Not an actual picture of his actual dick, but an actual picture of an actual clay replica, with big bold yellow letters spelling out 'HAVE YOU SEEN THIS PENIS?', and nothing else.

It’s vaguely threatening.

He wishes he couldn’t tell that it’s his penis, then maybe he could laugh with the rest of the student body. But there’s no mistaking it. One look and he knew. The person who printed those flyers made sure to include all the possible angles, too. 

It’s 100% his dick. 

The slight curve is there, the mole is there, everything is there.

The intentions of the maker are unclear, but there’s one thing for sure: he knows exactly who’s behind it. He only knows one sculptor who has seen his penis, and that’s the current bane of his life, Kim Taehyung.

It’s not enough that Taehyung has been completely ignoring his existence before their night of passion together, he’s also been ignoring him after. 

And now this? Plastering his dick all over school? For absolutely no reason? Did he not like the night they spent together? Was this a great big ploy to make fun of him? Is this Taehyung’s way to reject him? To tell him to stay away from him? He knows he’s never been really subtle with his crush, but isn’t this going way too far? 

At least he had the very, very basic decency to forgo his name from the flyers, or Namjoon might have had to run away to the next town. 

Namjoon is not dumb, he knows his ancient Greece lore and what they thought about big dicks.

Taehyung didn’t write this so people would look at the dick, he’s obviously calling him a dick.  And for what, pinning on him for the last year? Can’t a man have a crush in peace?

Maybe he shouldn't have approached Taehyung that night. 

One thing is for sure, Taehyung is sending him a very clear message to stay away from him.

+

He spent a fortune printing all those hands out, and now he has to reprint them all? Taehyung knows very well he can’t afford another round of mass printing. Plus the librarian probably won’t ever let him walk into the library again. She had to come and refill the printer at least three times in the hour he was there. The environmental club was even called on scene by one of the students waiting for his turn at the printer. Talk about a snitch.

He can’t afford to reprint everything, and there’s no way he’ll go around school writing his number by hand.

He listens to the voicemails from his teacher then, uncovering a new hurdle.

The first one goes like this:

"Kim Taehyung I know it’s you, you left that thing on your desk."

Then the second:

"Kim Taehyung, you will take down these handouts right this instant before the Dean can see them, you hear me? He'll put you on probation and my head on a stick."

Taehyung muffles his groans into his pillow. Maybe it’s a good thing he forgot to include his number. He should have thought of that before.

He throws on some clothes, heeding his teacher’s warning. He better get to school quickly.

He texts Yoongi and Jimin to take down as many as they can if they want to see him live for another day. Yoongi doesn’t answer and Jimin only texts back asking if he can keep one for his room.

Some friend circle he’s got there.

He makes it onto campus in under half an hour, and gets to work, taking them down as quickly as he can.

He’s got only a few hallways left to do when someone taps him sharply on the shoulder. He spins around, dreading the moment he comes face to face with the Dean. Not that he could recognize the Dean.

“Are you the Dean?” He stammers in a small voice.

“What? No- you. I swear to god. Just tell me if you hate me that much.” Stranger says, before putting his long leg to good use, striding away from him. He throws a bunched-up flyer on the floor before disappearing down the hallway as quickly as he’s appeared.

Taehyung is stunned for a good minutes, utterly confused

The voice sounds similar, but other than that he has no idea who just spit those words at him. He doesn’t hate anyone, and he doesn't see why anyone would believe he has those kinds of ill feelings towards them.

+

Now that his plan has miserably failed, Taehyung falls into hopelessness once again. He lays in bed, holding his precious sculpture to himself. It’s the only thing he has left from his fateful encounter. Or he thought it was fate, but now he’s wondering if that was life making fun of him. 

Jimin is laying by his side, examining the sketch of the body with clear interest. It’s making Taehyung feel a little possessive. 

“Maybe you should try again in the school gym, no one gets a body like that from not going to the gym. You could say you’re looking for a model or something.”

Taehyung stares at his friend with all the admiration he can muster. 

“I would kiss you so hard right now.”

“We tried that once, remember?”

“Yes, and that’s why I won’t be doing it, but I would, just so you know.”

“Cool.” 

He snatches the sketch out of Jimin’s hands to get to work on the shading, trying to get his drawing as realistic looking as possible. Making a whole body out of clay would take too long, so Taehyung will have to settle for his sketch. 

Once he’s done, some 30 minutes have passed. He whirl around on his desk chair, waving the sketch around successfully, only to stop dead in his tracks. He finds Jimin with his precious sculpture halfway down his throat.

“Jimin!” He exclaims, fuming. “Get your dirty mouth off my penis!”

Jimin startles and chokes in surprise, but then bursts out laughing once the sculpture is safely out of his mouth.

“Sorry, sorry. I was just really curious about the size. You never cease to amaze me.”

Taehyung snatches his precious phallus back, grabbing some tissues to wipe off Jimin's drool.

“If I can’t find him, this is going up my ass, so don’t touch it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jimin grimaces, rearranging himself on the bed. He grabs his phone to waste some time, probably ignoring his other responsibilities as the end of their final semester is quickly approaching. “You want to end up in the emergency room? Just use it to make a mold and replicate it with some silicon at least.” 

Taehyung raises both eyebrows in astonishment.

“Jimin, your genius never ceases to amaze me.”

+

He successfully drags Jimin with him to the campus gym. Normally the prospect of hot sweaty people grunting, in various states of undress would attract Jimin like a bee to honey, but since he’s already banged or broken up with half the people that go there, Taehyung has to keep a firm hold on his friend’s wrist.

“Why do I have to come with you again?” 

“It was your idea, so you’re taking responsibility.”

“I don’t like taking my responsibilities, they suck,” Jimin grumbles, but he stops trying to run away.

The moment they step into the gym, they’re assaulted by the musky smell of sweat and determination. There’s a high volume of people working out, probably wanting to channel their end-of-semester jitters into iron pumping. 

Taehyung spots the front desk, putting his business smile on while reaching into his folder. He hears Jimin greet someone, going off by himself, but Taehyung bears him no mind and heads straight for the Woman working the counter.

“Hi there,” he says, charm on, “ I was wondering if you could help me out,-”

“Yes you can put your flyers up, no you don’t have to pay for it, no we won’t take it down before the end of the semester, yes I do have some tape.” She says without missing a beat, not looking up at him.

“Damn, maybe I’m here because I want to sign up for a membership.” 

She finally looks up from her computer, assessing Taehyung from head to toe.

“No you don’t babe. Here’s the tape.” She says, handing him the tape while blowing a bubble with her pink gum. Multitasking at its finest.

Taehyung doesn’t feel like taking her on a debate, so he gets hold of the roll of tape and gets to work, spotting where other people left their flyers so he can put his right by them. 

He scans the gym once or twice with a quick look, trying to see if, by a stroke of luck, Mystery Man could be there. No one that is shirtless has the body he’s looking for, and he sadly doesn’t have x-ray vision to check the rest. No amount of wishing as a kid made him grow that ability.

He puts up the first flyer, this time containing all his info, and stares at it proudly. He's got a good feeling about this.

Jimin finds him again as he’s putting up his last flyer, sounding excited about something.

“I had no idea Namjoon worked out. He’s got nice arms hidden beneath those sweatshirts.”

“Namjoon? Yoongi’s friend?”

“Yeah! And he changed his hair color, it looks really good on him. A little lighter than he used to have.”

Taehyung nods along, not really pressed to know more. He’s got other fish to fry.

+

Namjoon slowly counts to 30 after seeing Taehyung leave the premises, before he basically sprints to the nearest wall, spotting the flyers Taehyung has put up.

There’s a sketch on it, a sketch of a body. A body that looks strangely like his. He frowns, before reading the caption.

“Sculpting student looking for body model. Body must look like this. Call XXX-XXX-XXXX. Food as compensation. ”

Namjoon cannot believe his eyes. Taehyung knows he’s got that exact body type, yet he didn’t ask for his help. If he needed any other confirmation that Taehyung hates him, there’s one right there.

Just what did he do to the man to make him hate him so much? 

Since he’s confronted him in the hallway, Taehyung still hasn’t reached out to him. It would be easy to do. He knows Taehyung has his number, they exchanged it when they first met, so nothing is stopping him. Unless he’s happy with the way things are.

+

Maybe Jimin is not as much of a genius as he thought. By the sixth person that walks in to be a body model, he realizes this is getting expensive in food bribes and studio fees. He has also stopped putting up the pretense of wanting to sketch anyone anymore. 

But this time, It’s one Jung Hoseok who walks in.

“Have we slept together before?” He asks right off the bat, tired of wasting his precious time. It’s his new modus operandi; invite them in, ask the burning question, then send them on their way with the promised food to avoid complaints. 

“I don’t believe so, but maybe we should fix that,” Hoseok answers, taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“Your flyers have a nude body on it, you made me come to a private studio, isn’t this a nude modeling thing?” Hoseok questions, but doesn’t stop undressing. He’s already reaching for his belt. 

Something tells Taehyung this man would be really sad to be told to put his clothes back on. The way he’s unapologetically getting naked tells Taehyung everything he needs to know. 

“So, why are you asking?” He inquires while posing, everything hanging loose and stuff. “Is that how you get laid? Asking hot dudes to model, then seducing them once they’re naked and vulnerable?”

Jung Hoseok doesn’t seem to be feeling very vulnerable right now, but Taehyung keeps that to himself.

“God no. Jesus that would be sleazy of me.”

“Not as sleazy as asking me if we’ve slept together 5 seconds into our first meeting.” Hoseok points out.

“ Touché. ” He admits, a soft chuckle escaping him.

Hoseok doesn’t press him for an answer, and they spend the next few minutes in silence, the only sound coming from Taehyung's pencil on the thick page of his sketchbook.

Jung Hoseok, standing confidently in front of him in all of his naked glory, has a certain aura around him. The way he holds himself, no hesitation to bare it all, head held high; it's like he never had to hide anything in his life. Like he never knew shame. To the point where it inspires Taehyung to utter the next words:

“I have face blindness.” He starts off, which gets his model’s attention. He keeps his eyes down on his paper to avoid eye contact, feeling rusty when it comes to revealing this part of himself. He continues quickly, “I had a one-night stand with this– perfect greek god. He had the perfect penis, too. Best sex of my life.” He's making good progress on his sketch, Hoseok’s body graceful and easy to put on paper. “I’m trying to find him, but I don’t know anything about him, and I can’t tell people’s faces apart." He chuckles deprecatingly, "The only clue I have is the way his body looks. So I put up this ad for body models hoping he would show up.”

Hoseok breaks his pose to slap his hands together, then pointing at him. “Oh my god, are you the one that plastered the whole school with the penis sculpture a few days ago? Was that your version of a ‘Wanted’ poster?”

Taehyung feels his cheeks warm up.

“Yeah, but I almost lost my diploma over that so let’s not mention it.”

Hoseok laughs with his whole body, clapping his hands together a few more times as if to express his excitement.

“That was the best thing to ever happen on this campus since 1993, thank you for that.”

His statement piques Taehyung's interest.

“What happened in 1993?” He asks, expecting anything but what comes outs of Hoseok's mouth next.

“My mom and dad conceived me in the bathroom of the literature wing.”

Taehyung chortles, surprising even himself with how loud it is.

“Now that’s a conception story worth telling your kids.”

“They didn't tell me; They got caught and got expelled the next day. They framed their expulsion letter, it’s still on display in the kitchen.” Hoseok’s voice is dripping with fondness, betraying his love for his family. “The thing is, I learned how to read at a very early age.”

Taehyung is possessed by another wave of uncontrollable laughter. He wipes a stray tear from his eyes, taking a second to compose himself.

“There, you’re looking a little better now. “

Taehyung looks up at the man, standing there in his birthday suit, going out of his way to cheer him up even though they’re perfect strangers.

(Maybe not so perfect since he’s seen him naked, but still.)

He chuckles again, going back to his sketching.

“Wait does this mean you don’t actually need models right now?”

“Well yeah," Taehyung answers, shrugging his shoulders, "But you looked like you would be really disappointed if I told you to stop undressing, so I just went along with it.”

Hoseok nods his agreement, going back into his original position.

“Good call. Now that we’re here you better get the shading of my calves right. They’re my pride and glory.”

“On it.”

+

Who would have thought that this whole ordeal would have somehow turned into Taehyung making a new friend.

He looks at the contact number in his phone staring back at him. It’s written 'Jung Hoseok' with a little sun emoji. He’s told him everything he needs to know to avoid misunderstandings, and Hoseok left with the promise to always greet him first when they see each other in the hallway. It’s sad that he only met the man in his last stretch before getting his degree, but as they say: better late than never.

He’s excited to get to know Hoseok, but he doesn’t know if he should text him first. He’s feeling a little socially rusty, having not approached anyone with the intention of being friends in a long, long time. Which is why he jumps with glee when he sees he’s got a text notification from his new friend. But then he reads the text, and the glee morphes into unadulterated excitement.

 Jung Hoseok 🌞:

4:56 pm    I think i know who your penis belongs to

4:56 pm    can you send me a picture? I lost the flyers i kept from that time

                                       4:59 pm    You sent a picture

 5:01 pm   Yeah it’s really similar 

5:01 pm    Kim Seokjin, XXX-XXX-XXXX, probably currently working the counter at the campus coffee shop. 

5:02 pm     He’s tall, broad shoulders, awesome dick

Taehyung doesn’t even take the time to text back his thanks; he wraps up his project in a disorderly manner, wiping his hands on his shirt with no care in the world. He throws his backpack on and basically sprint to the coffee shop he usually tends to avoid. The owner is totally an evil capitalist, ripping off students with his overpriced coffee.

He gets there in record time, gasping for air as his poor lungs try to keep up with enough exercise to last him a lifetime.

He’s covered in clay stains, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, clothes in dismay, lungs wheezing, so he should probably expect the next few events that unfold. 

He walks into the coffee shop still out of breath, asks if Kim Seokjin is there to the first employee he sees. This is one of those times where he’s happy he can’t read people’s expressions, because he has a feeling he’s being judged very much right now.

“He… just got off his shift.” The man at the counter answers hesitantly.

“Can you tell me where he went?” And what he was wearing?” Taehyung may be sounding a little desperate, but he doesn’t have the time to care.

“He was still in his uniform, so green, and he went that way.” He indicates with a vague wave of the hand.  

Taehyung starts running again, this time looking even more crazed as he scans his surroundings like a mad man, looking for someone tall with broad shoulders wearing green.

He spots him after running for a few minutes, thanking the heavens that the employee sent him in the right direction. He had every reason not to.

“Kim Seokjin!” He calls out, picking up his pace despite his lungs begging for a break. “Wait!”

He sees the man stop, take one look at him over his admittedly very large shoulders, then start sprinting away from him.

“No! Wait up!” He pushes himself harder than he ever has, his legs and lungs burning under the continuous strain, head feeling a little faint. “Please!” He calls out again in desperation. “Please look at my penis!”

This catches Seokjin’s attention, and he thankfully stops running, turning around as if to wait for him. Taehyung slows down to a jog, then to a complete stop, bending over gasping for air. Once his breathing is finally somewhat back to normal, he straightens up, only to come face to face with a bottle of pepper spray.

“W-wait!” He stutters, falling on his ass. “I swear I’m not a creep!”

“That’s exactly what a creep would say.” Seokjin answers, hovering over him threateningly, aiming the pepper spray directly at Taehyung’s face.

“I swear I just need you to look at my penis.”

This was the wrong thing to say apparently, because Seokjin gives the bottle a good shake as if to activate it. “That doesn’t sound as reassuring as you seem to think.”

“No! Wait!” He pleads again. “Not my penis.” He takes off his backpack, frantically digging through it until he finally pulls out his sculpture.  “ This penis.”

Seokjin doesn’t look totally convinced, but he finally lowers his weapon. “That’s a beautiful cock.” He admits after a moment of staring in silence. 

“Thank you. Is it yours?” 

"I don't remember owning that sculpture."

"Not the sculpture; the Penis."

Seokjin frowns, extending his hand, and Taehyung gingerly deposits his precious sculpture into his palm. The man finally puts away his pepper spray to free both his hands. He examines the penis under every angle, trying out the hold, measuring the testicles with his palm, staring at it long and hard.

Taehyung takes the opportunity to stand back up, keeping his distance this time.

“It does look very similar,” he concludes, hands going to his chin. “But this is not my penis. I don’t have a mole there.”

Taehyung deflates. He still asks, just in case. “So we haven’t slept together?”

Seokjin gives him back his sculpture with a snort. “You don’t look like anything I've ever slept with.” 

Taehyung realizes the state he’s in. He must look ridiculous right now.

“I’m from the sculpting department. I didn’t have the time to clean up. I don’t usually go around looking like I just rolled in the mud.”

“Explains a lot.” Seokjin nods, looking him up and down.

He dusts himself off as best as he can, but he can’t do much more cleaning up than that. He’ll probably have to go back home looking like that.

“So what’s your name?”

Taehyung feels dumb, he didn’t even have the decency to introduce himself before pulling out his penis. His social skills are frankly lacking.

“I’m Kim Taehyung. Sorry about all that, someone told me you could have the original version of this sculpture.”

“I’m flattered. It is pretty similar. Can I ask why you’re going around asking people to look at your– At this penis?” 

Taehyung sighs deeply, looking down at the penis in his hand. He did it once, he can do it again.

“Long story short I had an amazing one-night stand with the owner of this beautiful creature, but I have no idea who he is and the only clue I have is my perfect memory of his penis.”

“Sounds like a proper modern-day Cinderella story. But how come you don’t remember his face?” Seokjin questions, a hint of worry in his voice that would make sense in any other situation than Taehyung’s.

“I…. have face blindness, it’s this whole-”

“Ah, Yes, Prosopagnosia, I heard about that in class.”

“Oh. Well, yeah, so this is my only way of finding him.”

“So the Penis Flyers-”

“Yeah, that was also me. Forgot to write down my info, got caught by my teacher, that was a whole mess.” Taehyung admits, feeling discouraged.

“So now you’re basically going around town asking every man to try on the metaphorical glass shoes.”

“Basically.”

“Maybe don’t start off with ‘please look at my penis’ next time?” Seokjin recommends, which makes sense.

“I’ve been told that asking if we’ve slept together first thing is making me sound sleazy.”

“Yeah well, asking people to look at your penis isn’t better.”

“I’ll take good note of that.”

+

He drags his feet all the way back home.

He sees, pushed in the corner of his room, the material he got to make a mold, and wonders if now is the time to give up.

His exhibition is coming up, this whole thing made him late on his projects, and now he’s certain he’ll never reunite with Mystery Man. Maybe Mystery Man just doesn’t want to be found. Maybe he’s seen all his attempts and has simply steered clear, avoiding him all along. Maybe it’s time for Taehyung to make himself a silicon version and move on. He’s exhausted all his options, he’s out of time, and out of ideas.

He’s reading through the molding instruction, glad that this should be easy since he’s using a sculpture and not an actual living and breathing dick, when he realizes he hasn’t exhausted all his options. There’s still hope.

He jumps in the shower, picks out an outfit befitting of his destination, and goes off with hope in his heart.

+

The Bar isn't too busy, this being the middle of a school week, but there’s still some people going about, sharing drinks and being loud, in total denial of the oncoming train that is the end of a semester

Taehyung spots the barman, beeline for him. 

“Hey, do you know who usually works on Sundays?”

“That would be me.” Mr.Barman says, convincing Taehyung he finally has luck on his side.

Mr.Barman is on the tall side, with nice tattooed arms and wavy over-bleached hair tucked behind his ears. He’s making his forearm bulge seductively by polishing some beer glasses, and if Taehyung wasn’t on a mission to find his possible Mr.Perfect, he would be actively trying to get into his pants. 

“Do you, by any chance, recognize me?”

Mr.Barman doesn’t miss a beat.

“You’re a regular. And you gave me a blowjob once. Why are you asking?”

Well, Taehyung might have many flaws but at least he’s consistent.

“I was wondering if you remembered seeing me a few weeks ago– I was with a dude, about this height, with this body,” he adds, pulling out the sketch. He looks a little crazed, once again. But it’s ok, he’s reaching for straws here. “He had dark hair, but that’s all I can tell you. See, I have face-”

“-Blindness, I know, you cry about it every time you get drunk.”

Hm. And Taehyung thought he was a character full of mystery.

“I do know who you’re talking about. He’s a regular too.”

The irritation Taehyung feels is only momentary, everything melting away with this new bit of information. Someone saw them, someone knows what his Mystery Man looks like. He didn't hallucinate the whole thing. 

“Do you know his name??” He asks, pleading with his eyes. His heart is thumping wildly in his chest, desperation tangible.

“No. And he hasn’t been here since that night.” He says, crushing every hope and dream Taehyung mustered up in the last five seconds. He pauses his polishing, head tilting to the side. “But I do remember his face. I can try and draw him if you want.”

10 minutes later, Taehyung is looking at his disability in the face.

“Wow, you did it. You perfectly illustrated how people with face blindness see others.” Taehyung says, looking down at the drawing Jungkook (he asked for his name) quickly scribbled on a piece of napkin. It looks exactly like how he sees others.

Jungkook being good-natured, only laugh it off. “I can’t do much here, I’m working. But if you give me your number, I can try and do a better sketch once I get home. I’m from the painting department.”

“You would do that for me?” Taehyung asks, feeling deeply moved by Jungkook’s kindness. 

“Sure, it’s good practice for my portrait class anyways. You can take this as a thank you for the blow job.”

Taehyung nods to himself. 

“I do give amazing blowjobs.”

+

Jungkook, like any good art student, does not appreciate being rushed.

After a whole week of being told “it’s not ready yet”, Taehyung stops asking. 

He also wakes up one morning and realizes he only has a few days left before his exhibition.

Not only is he not done with all his pieces, he still hasn’t started studying for his finales which happen to be the week before his exhibition, meaning, the next day.

He pushes aside any thought of Mystery Man (except when he hugs the sculpture at night, heart yearning for the original), and jumps straight into his cramming strategy, which consists of hitting himself with the books until he’s absorbed the material. If he’s not studying, taking a finale, or sleeping, he’s huddled in the workshop with the other students of his department, functioning on coffee and eating various shades of sculpting material for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This is not what Taehyung expected when he was told that artists live from their arts.

The day before his exhibition, he’s barely feeling human, he’s got dried clay in places clay should never find itself, he doesn’t know words anymore and he has basically forgotten his own name.

No matter how fast he works, he realizes he won’t be able to finish his last pieces in time. He’s wracking his brain for a solution, thinking long and hard about just what he could do, when it hits him. 

The solution is right underneath his nose; 

His penis. It was always his penis. 

He’s supposed to expose pieces that he finds impactful, and if there’s anything that had a big impact on his life in the last few weeks, it’s his sculpture.

He can’t tell his teacher, he’ll categorically refuse. Not after the stunt he pulled with the flyers. Plus he wouldn't understand the cultural reset it was for Taehyung, finding and crafting that beautiful creature.

So he sets to work in secret. It shouldn’t be too hard, he hasn’t printed his labels yet. Plus the students are in charge of installing their own corner, meaning he can wait until the very last moment before the opening to put his penis on display.

He needs to find a name for his sculpture, so he texts his friends for help, but as usual, they are unhelpful.

 Asshole with pink hair:

6:45 pm  ‘ Suck on that’

 Hyungie:

6:45 pm    why are you asking me idk

 Jung Hoseok 🌞 :

6:50 pm   “ Long lost lover”

 He’s glad to see that his new friend will fit right in once he introduces him to everyone. 

He isn’t satisfied with the answer he gets, so he sends more text.

 Kim Seokjin:

7:05 pm  “Is this your penis?”

7:06 pm   Or better yet, “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS PENIS?”

7:06 pm   that way people will understand how current your art is

7:10 pm   Also I didn’t give you this number to chitchat

7:10 pm   after we find out his identity im cutting all ties with you

7:11 pm   Im just feeling invested right now

7:11 pm   that’s all

7:17 pm   Where’s your exhibition again?

Jeon Jungkook barman and artist:

9:56 pm  idk

9:56 pm  im almost done with the portrait btw

9:56 pm  you mind if I use it for my exhibition

9:56 pm  im really proud of it

 So not much more help on that side either.

+

The next day, Taehyung is busy setting up his corner and feeling emotional over his last exhibition.

He’s done with uni. He can go off into the world and live from his art. Or more like, he’ll first find a side job that’ll suck the life out of him, to pay for his art. Then he’ll spend a few years regretting every decision that led him to be an artist, but just as he’s about to give up, his sculptures will be noticed by a mysterious millionaire that’ll commission him thousands of dollars at first. He’ll refer him to his rich friend who will be all over his art and will throw their money at him.

Yeah, it’s a nice pipe dream.

He makes sure all the labels are in place, the lights are hitting his pieces in all the right way, and that no one notices him putting his penis in the middle of his space 30 seconds before they open the doors.

By the time his teacher notices, it’s already too late; the place flooded with friends, family, and even the occasional art critics that the university invited.

It’s not like his penis feels out of place in his setup. Most of his pieces are on the theme of the human body; studies of movement, skin texture, whatnot. If you look at it as a whole, you almost have a whole body. The only thing missing is a face, which is extremely fitting for Taehyung.

The wave of people coming is not preferable for Taehyung, since he doesn’t like crowded places. He’s never been a fan of their exhibition opening nights over the years. He keeps himself busy by trying his best to merge with the wall while people circle his pieces. His friends know he won’t be able to recognize them in the crowd, so they’ll come to him by themselves, he simply has to make himself visible.

“Hey babe,” Jimin says with mirth in his voice, “Is that greek?”

“Yeah” Taehyung answers, fixing his eyes on his most beloved and central piece. 

“I didn’t know you knew greek”

“I don’t, but Google does.”

The Penis is standing directly underneath his own spotlight, looking like a beacon of light, grabbing the envious stares of the people around it.

There’s a little white label by its base:

   Kim Taehyung

πέος, 2021

Red Clay  

(if you recognize this penis, please ask for the artist)

  “ What does it mean?”

“ Penis ”

Jimin hums, crossing his arm over his chest. “I guess I was not expecting anything less.”

Yoongi chooses that moment to appear, whistling his praise.

“So you did work this semester.” He jokes, bobbing his head with approval.

“Har, har.” Like he’s one to talk. He basically spent the last few months becoming one with his bed.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he expects it to be Hoseok or Seokjin telling him they’re here, but instead it’s from Jungkook, and it’s a picture.

A little gasp of surprise escapes him.

His hands shake as he opens up the text app, his heart thumping as the picture loads. He presses on it once it’s ready, taking up the full screen, and Taehyung can finally-... well, Taehyung can’t do anything with that. His case of face blindness is pretty severe, so even drawings are unrecognizable for him. But it’s something! A new clue! He can make a flyer out of this! He can-

“Why do you have a portrait of Namjoon on your phone?”

Time stops.

Yoongi’s voice echoes in his head, mocking him, but also stealing the carpet right from underneath his feet.

Why do you have a portrait of Namjoon on your phone?

A portrait of Namjoon

Namjoon

Namjoon, who stood in front of him silently, that day Yoongi invited him out, probably expecting some kind of reaction from Taehyung.

Namjoon who frequents the campus gym.

Namjoon, who’s tall and broad-shouldered.

Namjoon, who’s been around Taehyung for a while but was never told about his condition. 

Namjoon, who probably thinks Taheyung has been ignoring him all this time.

“Jesus fucking christ, My Mystery Man Is Kim Namjoon.”

Both his friends voice their confusion as Taehyung tries to rip his hair from his head.

“This penis belongs to Kim Namjoon, who doesn’t know I have face blindness, and who probably think I’ve been ignoring him all this fucking time.”

“Holy shit,” Yoongi says at the same time as Park Jimin, that prick, starts cackling uncontrollably. Taehyung always knew he was evil.

“This is- I’m so sorry but- This shouldn't be funny– But I can’t, it’s too funny.” He wheezes out in between laughter. “He was right there, probably confused as hell as to why you were showing his dick to everyone- I’m sorry this is so funny but also so, so sad. You never- oh my god.”

Under the attention of about half the gallery, he wipes the tears from his eyes, body convulsing with laughter.

“What the fuck are you waiting for.” He finally manages to say, taking a deep breath. “Hyung, didn’t you drag him here tonight?”

That seems to snap Yoongi out of his stupor.

“Fuck, yes he’s here, he’s... There!-” He says pointing somewhere, but then his voice dies down. “And now he’s leaving...”

Taehyung spots the man with a black cap currently walking out the exit with an angry stride. He reacts on instinct, running after his Not So Mysterious Man Anymore.

+

Kim Namjoon is having a very no good, very bad day. 

Not because of school, no. He aced all his finales, he doesn’t even need to get his grades back to know.

Not because of the weather either. No, it’s a beautiful spring day, and there’s a hint of cherry blossom in the air, wrapping the world in a romantic tint.

No, the reason he’s having a very no good very bad day, is because he can’t, for the love of God, get Kim Taehyung out of his head. 

It started with a very interesting dream, clearly drawing inspiration from the night they spent together. It woke him up at the crack of dawn, sweating up bullets and hard as a rock. Finding sleep afterward was nearly impossible, meaning his first precious day of vacation started way too fucking early.

Now music theory never sleeps, so he simply spent his morning trying to forget his dream, channeling all his energy on composing. 

But then Min Yoongi, long-time friend and co-compositor, had to go and ruin his fragile peace of mind by reminding him he had two tickets for the sculpting department exhibition, and Namjoon was obligated to show up. Meaning he would inevitably run into Kim Taehyung; Meaning he would agonize about him all day; Meaning , that he would be thinking about Kim Fucking Taehyung all day.

But it’s ok, because he was finally starting to come to terms with that too. Taehyung would probably ignore him again, and all he needed to do was circle the gallery once and get the fuck out.

But no.

Oh no.

Life had better plans.

Because right into the center of Taehyung's exhibition space, is his very own penis, standing proudly, mocking him.

He can recognize it from the flyers, so he knows instantly that it’s Taehyung’s work. 

He’s stunned by the audacity, wondering once again what he did to draw Taehyung’s ire upon himself. The flyers were not enough, no he had to go and put it on display as his final fuck you to Namjoon. Even wrote 'penis' in greek as a title, confirming Namjoon's theory that this is all a ploy to make fun of him.

Namjoon has had enough, he’s getting the fuck out of there. 

He spins on his heel at the speed of light, taking advantage of every inch of his long legs to walk out as fast as possible. He ignores the call of his name that follows after him, readjusting the cap on his head.

He’s fuming, feeling tears of frustration building up. He doesn’t deserve this. He’s been nothing but respectful of Taehyung. He’s been staying away from him too. 

He doesn’t deserve this.

He makes it a few blocks before his phone starts going off every 5 seconds with incoming texts, forcing him to finally look at it.

 Yoongi Hyung:

6:14 pm   Before anything, know that Taehyung suffers from severe face blindness.

6:14 pm   I know you know what that means you wikipedia rat

6:15 pm   I didn’t tell you cause it’s none of my business who he chooses to tell

6:15 pm   But the dumbass has been trying to find you for weeks using your dick because he had no other way to identify you

6:15 pm   Your pinning hasn't been exactly subtle either

6:16 pm    he ran after you when you left but I bet he’s pleading with the wrong person in the street right now

6:17 pm   Nice dick by the way

 He rereads the series of text to try and make sense of them. Only after the third read, does he finally understand.

Well, shit.

+

“Please Namjoon listen to me, you have to listen to me, I didn't mean to ignore you, I just didn't know it was you!-” Taehyung pleads, holding on to his sleeve.

“Can you please let go of me?!”

His voice sounds a little older than what Taehyung remembers, but he doesn’t have the time to think too much about that. Maybe he’s got a cold or something.

“-I can explain everything if you can just give me two minutes-”

“I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m not this kind of person.”

Taehyung isn’t deterred, holding on to him desperately “-Please I swear just two- no, one minute, even one minute is enough-”

Someone clears their throat, tapping him softly on the shoulder. 

“Sorry sir, I believe my friend here is mistaking you for me.”

Now that’s a familiar voice. A voice he recognizes from many occasions. 

Taehyung lets go of his poor unsuspecting victim, taking a step back which is all it takes for them to run away from him.

He finally comes face to face with the source of all his past weeks' torment.

The height is there, the shoulders are there, the body proportions are there, the hair color is completely different, but Jimin did mention he changed it recently. He’s got the black cap on, the one that made Taehyung mistake a perfect stranger on the street for him.

It’s him. He found him. It’s his Mystery Man, his cinderella. He’s got him.

“Namjoon?”

“Yes, that’s me.” He confirms, voice gentle.

“Kim Namjoon.” He repeats, trying the name out on his tongue. His body is filling up with butterflies, and he can’t feel his toes.

“And here I thought you just could never remember my name.”

“I can explain–” He rushes, eager to get rid of the misunderstanding.

“It’s ok, Yoongi told me.”

“And about your penis–”

“Yes, Yoongi told me about that too.” Namjoon cuts him off, the tip of his ears getting pink.

“I’m so sorry– I should have asked your name then. I mean– you made me come four times .”

Namjoon chuckles, catching one of Taehyung’s hands mid flail and holding it with both of his, making his heart jump.

“We’ve basically known each other for years, so maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t. I don’t think I would have appreciated it then.”

“I guess that’s true. I’m still sorry.”

“I’m sorry too, I could have come up to you first. I mean, I’m the one who sneaked out in the morning. I had an 8 am class, by the way. I didn’t leave because I wanted to. But you have my number so… I assumed you would call me. ”

“I have your number...?” It's pretty vague, but it does ring a bell. He's got a blurry memory of time, around their first meeting, when Namjoon and he had exchanged their numbers for Yoongi related reasons. “That’s right, I do have your number. Fuck.”

“Well, I know now this wouldn’t have changed anything for you, since you simply didn't know it was me you were with.” Namjoon snorts, but not unkindly. More at the situation. 

But Taehyung still feels terrible.

“I’m so sorry.” He whines, feeling like burying his face in Namjoon’s chest. But they’re not there yet. “I tend to keep people at a distance to avoid misunderstandings.”

“It’s ok, I get it now. I guess I wish I knew before, but I get it now.”

“Good. I should have told you sooner. I was actually planning on doing it soon if that’s any consolation.”

“It is.” Namjoon murmurs, inching closer to him.

“Cool, cool cool.” Taehyung blurts out nervously.

This is it. This is his chance. Everything that has transpired in the last few weeks is leading up to this moment. 

"So," Namjoon starts when Taehyung has been silent for too long. "Yoongi said you were looking for me... Any particular reasons?"

"Well, yes." He answers but stops. All of this means nothing. It doesn't mean that Namjoon will accept to go out with him. He has no idea how Namjoon feels about him, and he sure as hell cannot tell by his facial expression. He's going in blind, no reason to believe that Namjoon wants to have to do anything with him. For all he knows, Namjoon is only here to settle the misunderstanding, and then be on his way. Maybe he's even mad about the penis flyers.

But then he also remembers that Namjoon is holding his hand right now. It's now or never.

He takes a deep breath for bravery and goes for it.

“Kim Namjoon, can I please take you out on a date?”

Namjoon doesn’t let him second guess himself, word leaving his mouth as fast as a blink.

“Absolutely.”

Apparently, they’ve gathered a crowd because there’s cheerful hooting and shouting erupting around them. But Taehyung pays them no mind as he goes in for a hug, Namjoon meeting him halfway.

“Wait, wait,” Namjoon says, suddenly, taking a step back. “I still don’t know why you put my penis on display at the center of your exhibition.”

Taehyung chuckles, bringing Namjoon back in. 

“Simple, ‘cause it’s a masterpiece.”

+

 2 months later

There’s a knock at the door, which throws Taehyung off. He’s getting ready for his date with Namjoon– their actual first date– and is not expecting anyone. Jimin knows the code, so it can’t be him, unless–

“Hello sir, would you be open to receiving the words of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ?”

“Jimin, I swear to god, I can tell it’s you by your voice. And no one from church would dress like you do, slut.”

Moving in with Jimin is as much a blessing as it is a curse. A blessing because, well, they’re best friends. A curse because his best friend’s favorite hobby is to try and prank him. Taehyung almost misses the time where Jimin was treating his face blindness as a taboo. 

Almost.

The last two months have been a whirlwind of life-changing events for Taehyung. 

First, moving in with Jimin is a pretty big deal. Not only has Taehung been living alone for the last three years, living with someone is sometimes a challenge for him. Wondering why a stranger is standing in your kitchen at 3 am, brain slowed down by sleep and the weak lighting not helping, isn’t always a recipe for success. But he’s slowly getting used to it, and Jimin, as much as he can be a prick, is being patient with him.

The second big event is, well, his current job. Somehow his workshop teacher, even after everything, recommended him for a job at a sculpture academy. He now teaches different types of sculpting medium to children, four nights a week. Pretty sweet gig.

At first, he was going crazy out of his mind worrying about working with children, but four weeks in and he’s feeling confident. He sat down with the kids the first week to explain to them what face blindness is, and although the children were initially confused, they now enjoy switching names with each other for the duration of his classes, to mess with his head.

Jokes on them, Taehyung also called their parents during that first week. So far, none of the children have noticed that their parents have been making them wear certain accessories every time they leave for the academy. Checkmates.

And the last big event, of course, is Namjoon. 

In between moving, his new job, and Namjoon’s own busy schedule, they have yet to go on an actual full-blown date. But they’ve slowly been getting to know each other. They make time to go on quick coffee dates sometimes, and they text none-stop. Namjoon hasn’t seen his new place yet, but they’ve hung out at Namjoon’s plenty of time. 

His boyfriend (he gets giddy thinking about that word) also showed up at the academy a few times to walk him back home (The first time he kept it as a surprise, but he quickly realized Taehyung didn’t like surprises; especially when it means having a tall stranger approach him in the dark without saying anything. Now he texts beforehand.)

“Do you like this outfit? Or should I go with my floral button-up?” He asks Jimin, who’s lounging on his bed after his failed prank attempt. 

“Why are you so stressed? It’s not like it's the first time you two see each other.”

“Because the chances of me getting laid tonight are extremely high and I want to look good.”

“Oh?” Jimin perks up, knowing full well Taehyung and Namjoon have been taking their time to get to know each other. “Should I sleepover at Hobi’s tonight?”

Another new development from the last two months: Jimin and Hoseok’s instant attraction. They’ve been dancing around each other since the exhibition, but it looks like it’s finally getting ‘ sleeping-over-at-each-others-place ’ serious.

“...Good idea,” Taehyung answers, not because he wants the house to himself (though it’s a nice perk), but he likes giving a little push to love sometimes.

His friend circle can finally be called a circle now. Somehow, Hoseok, Seokjin, and Namjoon just naturally fit into his now actually social, social life. Namjoon was the easiest since he already knew Yoongi and Jimin. Hoseok got it easy by becoming Jimin’s more-than-friend, and Seokjin just showed up one day with a video of that time, outside the gallery, when Taehyung thought an older gentleman was Namjoon because of his black cap. 

He looks at the time, curses when he realizes he’s going to be late. He grabs his wallet and puts on his shoes in a rush, and makes it out the door accompanied by Jimin shouting “Don’t you dare fuck on the couch or you’re buying a new one!”

He makes it to the Bar with only a few minutes to spare, and as luck would have it, Jungkook is working. He’s come to recognize his tattooed arm and bleached locks instantly. 

Namjoon would have texted him if he was there, which means he’s cutting it close as well, so he sends a quick ‘here 💖’ text before sitting down at the Bar with a big smile.

“You make me want to puke,” Jungkook says, disgust dripping from his words. 

“Hey now don’t be jealous, I’m sure you’ll find yourself a monster cock as well one day.”

Somehow, he and Jungkook started texting on a semi-regular basis. It’s mostly Jungkook begging Taehyung to introduce him to Seokjin (apparently he’s been crushing on the man since he first saw him at the coffee shop), which Taehyung has to find excuses every time to avoid telling Jungkook the cold, harsh truth.

(“I don’t date men with bleached hair, it ruins my whole aesthetic.” Jin said after the first time Taehyung asked. Which aesthetic he’s talking about, Taehyung has no idea.)

But that also means that Jungkook has heard all about his very fascinating and blooming love story with Namjoon.

“Did you tell Seokjin I said hi?”

“Dude, just go and ask him out. You know where he works, you know where he studies, you even know his birthday, which is really creepy when you two have never talked by the way. Just, go ask him out, he won’t be able to resist you once he actually sees how attractive you are.” He pauses for a second, then adds for safety measure, “But if he reaches in his pocket, just run the other way.”

“What?” 

“Don’t ask, just trust me.” Taehyung has some unpleasant flashbacks of a bottle of pepper spray being waved in front of his face. He shakes his head to try and get rid of the memory.

“And how would you even know that I’m attractive, you don’t actually know what I look like.” Jungkook retorts.

“Shut up, just go and ask him.”

“Just go and ask him what?” A familiar voice asks from behind him, and Taehyung's smile is back full force. He rotates on his chair and jumps into Namjoon’s arms, hearing him groan under the strain of his weight. He can hear Jungkook fake gagging behind him, the actual child.

They share a quick kiss before they both sit down at the bar.

“You’re not seriously thinking about having your date here, are you?��

Taehyung snorts, tempted to mess with Jungkook, but Namjoon is the one to answer.

“No we just wanted to get the evening started with a nice drink, but we have a reservation to an actual fancy restaurant, paid graciously by Taehyung's actual serious adult job.”

“Is it a serious adult job if he had to stop a kid from eating his donut-shaped clay yesterday?”

“Shut up. If you keep being like that I’m going to order the most annoying thing on the menu.”

Jungkook scoffs and walks away, without actually taking their orders.

They both watch him do a big show of ignoring them, answering other customers without turning in their direction.

“Let’s just get out of here.” Namjoon whispers in his ear. “We can go waste time walking around aimlessly, hand in hand.”

“God, you’re so cheesy,” Taehyung mutters, but he actually loves it.

His dating experience before Namjoon amounts to an enormous zero, but it’s not because he’s one of those unattainable, i-don’t-believe-in-love types of people that live rent-free in Hollywood movies. He simply never thought it would be possible to get close to someone romantically with his condition. But since officially meeting Namjoon, he’s been researching, and turns out, he totally can. 

There are even people, artists like him, who've noticed that repeatedly drawing or painting their loved one has made them actually able to remember their face (not 100% of the time, but he’ll take what he can get.). So he’s been sketching, using pictures, trying out different angles. He’s planning on using clay at one point. He’s totally the girl from Lionel Richie’s music video. Which makes Namjoon Lionel Richie.

“Did you know that I was inspired by Lionel Richie’s music video to sculpt your penis?”

Namjoon chuckles under his breath, squeezing Taehyung’s hand just a little bit more. The hot summer air is making their palms sweaty, but they both don’t care. 

“Where is that thing, by the way? It’s been a while since I’ve last seen it.”

“I put it on my bedside table when I moved in and I haven't moved it since. I’m thinking about making it into a lamp. I have to keep it out of reach of Jimin and Hoseok, they both seem a little too interested.”

Namjoon grimaces. Or Taehyung is assuming that’s his grimacing face. 

“Please never let it fall into their hands.”

“I swear on my honor, I shall protect your penis.”

“Thank you, I feel better now. I still can’t believe they put it on the first page of ‘Sculpting Now’. Crazy how all of your friends and the sculpting world know what my dick looks like.

“It’s a masterpiece. If it was mine I would never keep it in my pants, I’d always want to show it off.”

“How are you not in prison right now?”

“I don’t have your dick in my pants, sadly. Did you know that Seokjin almost pepper-sprayed me the first time we met? In retrospect, having a stranger run after you, pleading for you to look at their dick is a good excuse to pull out your pepper spray.”

“Wait, you did what?”

“It was all in the name of love.”

Namjoon shakes his head, probably disappointed in him.

+

Namjoon is utterly enamored. Every time Taehyung recalls a story from when he ran around school trying to find him, he falls a little bit more in love. 

He was so nervous for their first romantic date that he couldn’t eat during the day, but Taehyung is making him feel at ease, as he usually does, so hunger is coming back with a vengeance.

“Should we go to the restaurant now?” He asks, pulling Taehyung along with him. "It's almost time."

“Let’s.” Taehyung agrees readily, “I’m ravenous.”

They quickly make their way to the restaurant, only to find its door closed. There’s a sign in the window reading “Closed for vermin infestation”.

“Oh.” Namjoon says, “Dammit. That’s not good.”

There’s this awkward silence, filled with growling sounds from both their bellies. It’s too late to make reservations anywhere nice, and anywhere else risks being too loud for a romantic Rendez-Vous. Namjoon is scrambling his brain for a solution when Taehyung’s shy voice interrupts.

“Hum, if you want to– Jimin told me he wouldn't be home tonight, so… You want to come over? We can pick up some ramen on the way.”

Taehyung’s face might be neutral, but the blush growing on his cheeks is anything but. Namjoon takes a moment to appreciate the sight that he makes, burning up in embarrassment. Without the blushing, Namjoon would have believed he’s only inviting him for ramen, but the angry red of his cheeks is definitely betraying Taehyung’s intentions.

He nods his agreement, feeling anticipation replace hunger in the pit of his stomach.

+

 Having Namjoon in his space is a new experience. 

The apartment is still messy from their move, boxes lying around, but they’ve managed to make it quite homey. Everything that is necessary to their everyday life has been unboxed, only the odd objects being ignored by Jimin and him.

He puts on some soft music to set a nice mood, and Namjoon is humming along straight away, which is all the approval he needs to feel confident about his music selection. Music Theory graduate approved. 

 He gets to work on the ramen while he directs Namjoon on where to find a cheap bottle of wine and some wine glasses. He sets the table, trying to make it as nice as possible, but it’s really just a pot of bubbling ramen and two bowls with some chopsticks. 

They eat in comfortable silence, the music playing in the background mixing with the sound of their eating.

But then Namjoon dumps the content of his wine glass on his tan-colored pants, and it’s downhill from there.

“Damn it!” He curses, jumping to his feet. He grabs some napkins to try and pat some wine off, but it’s already been absorbed by his fancy suit pants. 

“Quick, take them off,” Taehyung says, not thinking too hard and only reacting to the situation at hand. “Let’s rinse them in the sink.” 

Namjoon complies, taking them off in record time, passing them on to Taehyung like it’s a relay race.

Taehyung deposits them straight in the sink, opening the tap and letting the water hopefully get rid of most of the stain. They both stand there for a minute, staring at the water filling up. 

But then it hits Taehyung that Namjoon’s thighs are currently bare and in his vicinity. He sneaks a quick peek to satisfy his horny brain, but he’s quick to snap his eyes back to the sink to avoid doing anything stupid.

Like, let’s say , dropping to his knees. 

He can feel himself blushing, his cheeks, ears, and neck feeling hot. He knew exactly what he was doing, inviting Namjoon for some ramen, but now that he can act on it, he’s suddenly feeling very shy. 

Plus, not being able to read facial expressions never really impaired his ability to get laid. He used to just– go to the bar, wait until someone would offer him to get out of there, and go for it. 

But this is not a bar, and Namjoon won’t ask him if he wants to get out of there. He has no idea how to tell if Namjoon wants to jump into bed with him. Or not. 

He takes matters into his own hands.

“So, as you know,” He starts, staring intently at the water flowing out of the tap, “this whole face blindness thing– I can’t really read your facial expressions. So in the future, it’ll be hard for me to figure out if you’re angry or happy, or sad, or… or horny. I’ve never done this whole– Romantic relationship thing, but I’m guessing we’re going to have to be really vocal with how we’re feeling, what we want, whatnot.”

He lets his statements hang in the air, staring at the stain that doesn’t seem to want to go away. He’s thinking maybe this will have to be removed professionally. 

But then, Namjoon chooses that moment to drop a soft kiss on his nape.

“Are you asking me, right now, if I want you?” 

Taehyung turns around, letting himself be cornered against the counter. Namjoon has his nicely defined biceps, somehow peeking through his suit vest, on each side of him. He absolutely loves it.

“Yes. I am.”

Namjoon kisses his neck once again, and Taehyung is this close to losing it. 

“I absolutely want you.” His boyfriend finally answers, landing a heavy kiss on his lips, sucking all the air out of Taehyung’s lungs.

 After turning Taehyung’s inside to mush via lips on lips crime, he returns to his assault on Taehyung’s neck, peppering the skin he can reach with sweet kisses, each one sending electricity straight to his groin. 

“Do you want me?” Namjoon questions softly into his ear, making Taehyung's eyes roll back so far he’s scared they’ll never come back. 

“Fuck yes.” He grinds out, voice turning to a whine when Namjoon, emboldened by Taehyung’s enthusiasm, rocks his pelvis into his in a languid motion.

He sees white then, bringing Namjoon’s mouth back to his, smashing their mouths together in a wet and messy kiss.

“How important are your pants?” He inquires in between kisses, enjoying the slow grinding Namjoon has going on. He’s still in his suit pants, but Namjoon only has the thin cotton of his boxer brief as a barrier. Taehyung can clearly feel his monster cock waking up from its slumber. 

“Not very important.” He finally answers, hands letting go of the counter to firmly grab at Taehyung’s ass. 

Taehyung can proudly say he’s got a fat ass, and Namjoon seems to appreciate it if the growl that escapes him is anything to go by.

He gets to work on the buttons of Namjoon’s dress shirt, Namjoon getting the message and taking his vest off by himself. Soon he’s standing there in only his boxer briefs and socks, while Taehyung is still fully dressed.

It’s kind of hot. 

They slow it down a little, Taehyung pushing Namjoon away so he can take a good look at him. 

The light of the kitchen falls almost gracefully over Namjoon’s defined chest, creating shadows that chisel out his muscles even more. It’s a sight to behold. 

He drags his hands down Namjoon's body, teasing a nipple as he goes with a flick of the thumb, mapping out his taut stomach with the tip of his finger, then coming back up to hold onto his strong shoulders.

“You know, I’m like, really good at massages. I feel like this is something you should know.”

Seems like this is all the time Namjoon will allow him away from him. He reels him back in with an arm around his waist, the other taking hold of one of Taehyung’s hands and bringing it to his mouth. He nips at his fingers, maintaining eye contact while he uses his tongue to soothe the sting.

How he’s even real is beyond Taehyung.

“Do you need help undressing?” Namjoon teases, reaching for his belt.

“Let me close the tap and we can move this to my room.” 

Namjoon doesn’t give him a response, only cages him once again against the counter, plastering the full length of his warm body to his. He reaches behind Taehyung and moments later, the soft ambiance music is the only thing they can hear again. 

Taehyung leads him to his bedroom, taking off his vest as they go. Somehow Namjoon already got his belt buckle, so he unceremoniously drops his pants to the floor, then jumps on his bed.

“Welcome to my room. That’s my desk, that’s my bedside table, that’s a replica of your penis, but I heard the original is planning on making an appearance tonight. This is my bed. Hope you enjoyed the tour.” He finally gets to the final button, looking up eagerly as he sends his shirt off to the side, wondering what’s taking Namjoon so long to get on the goddamn bed.

He finds his lover completely captivated by his penis duplicate.

“You’ve got the same one in your pants, you know. Get you your ass over here.” 

“Sorry I was just thinking… it’s crazy how similar you made it only from your memory.”

“Excuse me?” Taehyung objects, crossing his arms over his chest. “They’re not just similar, they’re identical.” 

“Only one way to check, is there?” Namjoon taunts, before finally, finally getting rid of his briefs, releasing the Kraken. 

Except he also grabs hold of the sculpture, bringing it close so he can do a side-by-side comparison. 

“You’re right, it is identical. How did you even manage that?” He says, awe in his voice. “Have you ever used it on yours–” 

Namjoon loses his train of thought as he takes in the sight of Taehyung, laying in bed completely naked, pumping himself at a leisurely pace and looking very unimpressed. 

“No, I haven’t. But if you don’t get into bed in the next 5 seconds I just might consider it.”

Namjoon doesn’t have to be told twice.

[ditttiii]

Hi!!! Could you write about just bat hybrid joonie going to eat ice cream with squirrel hybrid hobi, pls. Your writing is soooo beautiful! 💖

Hey love! Aww thankyou & sorry this took me a while to write but I hope you like it ♡

Pairing: Bat Hybrid Namjoon x Squirrel Hybrid Hobi || Genre: Fluff || W.C: 512 || Warnings: none || Rating: General Audiences (G)

They are an unusual pair, pieces of a puzzle not so easily built. 

The evening sky above them is a kaleidoscope of purple, pink, orange and all the shades in between. In some ways it reminds Namjoon of them, so different, the edges of their pieces so distinct that even when they come together, they don’t fully become one.

Hell, the evenings are the only times they can even spend together without one of them wanting to go to sleep. Namjoon’s bat genes favor night time, while Hoseok’s animal side leans more towards the sunny skies. Fitting really.  

It isn’t always easy, and they have to put their fair share of work into making the relationship work, but at the end of the day neither of them would choose something different either. No matter how easy or convenient it might turn out to be. 

Because somehow this feels right. Despite all odds, it feels like they were destined to be together, as though their names were written in the stars, the red strings of fate tied around their pinkies and coiled tight until not an inch of space was left in between their souls. 

“Joo-ah...” Hoseok’s voice drifts to him, the soft dulcet ring of it snapping him out of his thoughts, and with one deep breath, his head tips back down, gaze no longer trained on the sky above. 

“Yeah?” Namjoon’s reply is soft, almost lazy, as his fingers curl around Hoseok’s, webbed fingers loosely intertwining with Hooseok’s long, thin ones, and Namjoon wonders what he did in his last life to deserve all that he has today. 

“Wanna get some ice cream?” Hoseok asks just as softly, head tilting to drop on Namjoon’s shoulder, while his hand rises to curl around Namjoon’s muscular arm, head nuzzling against Namjoon’s washed out tee. The gesture in some ways similar to burrowing, calms his animal side. 

Or maybe it’s just the familiar scent of Namjoon, spicy like spearmint but clouded under the more dominant fragrance of his detergent. 

“Sure, you wanna get your own cone or—”

“Share! I’ll just eat from your cone!” Hoseok cuts Namjoon off, his grip around Namjoons arm tightening as he steers them to the ice cream stand. The grin on his face so full and bright, Namjoon is half worried it’ll split his cheeks apart. 

Hoseok. Hobi. His baby. His Sunshine. 

Namjoon’s chest feels unbearably full with fondness, the seams of his heart straining against all the love that he has for this man who is currently gripping his arm like he never wants to let go.

Namjoon doesn’t want him to either. 

He is choking, all the held back words, the I love you’s, the never leave me pleas, curling around his tongue, his throat, rattling the back of his teeth.  

He has so much to say, so much to give, but for now he contents himself with having Hoesok’s warmth wrapped around him, his presence a constant beacon of hope and happiness. 

And for now it’s enough. After all it isn’t like they are short on time. 

[houseforarmys]

WELL WELL WELL😛 Jungkook has a porn blog and ofc he’s the one taking pics and videos and such and Taehyung ends up agreeing to appear in one of his LIVE FILMS😍 Short and explicitAKSKDKDL I BET YOU DIDN’T EXPECT ANYTHING LESS FROM MY HORNY ASS

i obviously expected no less from yousksksksk smuts have been especially hard to write lately so i hope this is at least decent🙈

18+ CONTENT UNDER “KEEP READING”

REFRAIN FROM READING UNLESS YOU'RE 18 OR OLDER. for the author's sake, don't do it. step back, you have time to save my sanity. i don't want a 13 yo reading my smuts. please. do this for me.

pairing: taekook

genre: smut 

cw: NSFW, +18

"c'mon, guk," whines, that's all jeongguk heard. "i'm still starting and you are such a big name already. you could help me get more followers, do this for our friendship, not for just a number of people following me,"

what jeongguk mind said was a big and red no. not because taehyung would beat him in followers numbers, or because he didn't want his friend in his blog. the actual reason, the one boiling his blood was that his selfish side wanted no one looking at taehyung like that.

as if he was just skin to touch and kiss, or a sexual toy without feelings. jeongguk wanted more for him. the porn industry could be cold at some point, being asked for nudes and no more. and taehyung deserved to be kissed and loved, not just wrecked in bed.

"please? i'll do anything,"

"fuck it. just... go lie down while i get the cameras," taehyung took no time to kiss his friend's cheek and to run to the mattress.

in the time jeongguk picked the cameras and the lights, he, from the corner of his eyes, saw his friend naked, arms above his head and legs gently pressed the sheets.

he couldn't lie nor hide his boner the moment he saw his friend like that.

"gukkie?"

"yeah, sorry,"

the live started shortly after, jeongguk greeting the fans watching on his own before introducing what would happen in few moments. at the mention of the word 'friend' everyone commented, some more possitively while others more negatively, claiming that no one would be handsome enough to fit by his side. jeongguk knew they were wrong when his eyes turned to his friend.

then everyone knew someone was handsome enough to stand by his side. jeongguk just smiled when he heard the money from donations increasing.

with one move, jeongguk placed his hands on his friend's thighs and moved them up, making a moan to slip out his throat. the gentle touch moved higher, caressing the side of his torso before moving them up to his chest and then up to his throat, holding it gently before kissing him.

the sounds of donations were already forgotten, only focused on the taste of taehyung's lips because, well, that was their first and hopefully not the last time they'd kiss.

jeongguk's hands lowered to his friend's erection, and at the touch, taehyung moaned, arching his back.

"you want me in?" he said, and taehyung nodded. "gotta prep you, babe,"

"no, no. i already am, guk, please,"

"good boy,"

"yeah, i'm a good boy," it drew a smile on jeongguk's lips, one that vanished the moment taehyung pulled him down to kiss him once more.

with the condom on, jeongguk pushed in and, as soon as taehyung's head moved to a side with a moan, he started thrusting in. taehyung did nothing else than to moan, holding the biceps of the youngest with more force each time, too lost in pleasure to even open his eyes.

jeongguk doubted it, feared that it was just faked for more followers.

"gukkie," the name escaped the man's lips gently, sweetly and jeongguk cursed under his breath, not caring if it was faked or not anymore. "more,"

with few more thrusts, the words jeongguk had hoped wouldn't come out of his lips left.

"mine. i don't want anyone else to see you like this," he mumbled, mouth against taehyung's collarbones.

"then, mark me so everyone else knows who owns me," was taehyung's response, one that jeongguk wouldn't have expected at all.

so he did, with purple and red marks all over taehyung's chest and collarbones, he felt the warmth of the body below him closer. taehyung, with arms wrapped around the broader man's torso and faces close together after sharing another kiss, moaned about being close and jeongguk did less than going slower.

speeding up, both moaned when jeongguk came first, few more thursts later and taehyung's cum was all over his naked stomach.

"that was so good," taehyung said, with a smile and fingers running through jeongguk's scalp. "i'm glad to know i'm yours, as far as you're mine,"

jeongguk smiled and kissed his collarbone before getting up to turn the camera off with a thank you.

[drawballa]

Keep me warm on this cold morning. 

[yoonqiful]

UNEXPECTED LOVE

↳ Header created by the amazing @cest-la-tae​ <3 thank you so much. 

➵ pairing: namjoon x jimin 

➵  genre: fluff, friends to lovers

➵ word count: 1.4K

➵ summary: Jimin finally reveals his feelings for Namjoon after pining after him for so long. Will Namjoon feel the same? Or will he be upset because their friendship is ruined?

➵ A/N: eekkk! This is my first story that I’m saying, and I am absolutely terrified. I haven’t written something like this in such a long time, and i am SCAREDT. However, here goes nothing. 

- ash 

Honestly, Jimin had never done anything like this. He wanted to tell Namjoon the feelings that he had kept locked away for so long, but he knew those feelings would be rejected. There was no way that Namjoon would feel the same, it was surely an unrequited love. The pair had been friends for so long, and the feelings that had grown for the other just seemed so natural. Their friendship just seemed to fit perfectly and to grow into something more, for him. Jimin knew that if this didn’t work out, then he would ruin their friendship. There was no coming back from it. So, he hoped that it wasn’t just a one-sided love affair, that Namjoon loved him back.

The blonde had been mulling over this for the past year.  Jimin had gone back and forth trying to tell Namjoon the love he felt for him, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t ruin the good times they had with one another if the older male didn’t feel the same. It scared him to the core. The thought of losing his best friend would devastate him more than being rejected. At least, that’s what he thought. He wasn’t quite sure what would be worse, being rejected, or losing his friend. Granted, there was a thin line between both of them. The truth of the matter was, he could be rejected. How do you get over the fact that your best friend confessed his feelings for you? Jimin was sure that neither of them would recover from that. There was no going back to normal when things like that happened. 

“You have to get out of your head, Jimin,” he said to himself as he shook his thoughts. This was the exact reason why he was never able to confess his love for Namjoon. He would always second guess himself. He would constantly replay scenarios of rejection, and in turn, would break his heart at the thought of never seeing the older male again. The idea of being left by the other scared him more than anything. Namjoon had become that confidant that he needed in life, and things would never be the same if suddenly he wasn’t there anymore. 

As the blonde laid against his couch, he sighed when he heard the doorbell. He honestly nearly jumped out of his skin. He hadn’t expected for Namjoon to get here so quickly, however, he had told him that there was something he wanted to talk to him about. Jimin had practically been so vague in the text, he was sure that was enough to worry him. Jimin usually was the type to never hold anything in. If he had important news to share, Namjoon was the first person that he would share it with whether it was good or bad.  At this point, it was just natural for him to share everything. Namjoon never seemed to mind that, and it was something that he admired about the older male. 

Jimin took a deep breath and pulled himself from the couch. He nervously walked over to the door, and his hand shook as he opened the door. Jimin had managed to give the other a bright smile. He didn’t want to give anything away or let the other in on how nervous he actually was. “Hey Joonie!” he greeted him. 

“Hey Jiminie,” his signature dimple smile showing through as he pulled his friend in for a tight embrace. 

Jimin couldn’t help the way he almost melted into the other. Namjoon’s hugs could save lives if it were possible. “Come sit, I definitely didn’t think you’d get here so quick,” he told him as he pulled his friends over to the couch. “You had to have run here or something,” he stated as a chuckle escaped from his lips. 

“Damn near, you were being all secretive in your text messages, and that’s not like you.” 

“Maybe, I know how to be secretive, don’t call me out like that, Namjoon,” he teases the taller male. 

“Do you though?” Namjoon says as he eyes him skeptically with a playful smile pulling at the corner of his lips. 

“Wow, Joonie. I do know how to keep a secret, I think,” he says with a laugh as he ran his hand through his blonde locks. The younger male paused for a brief moment as he looked up at his friend.  “There is something I want to talk about” he mentioned. He noticed the other’s facial expression which caused him to tuck his bottom lip between his teeth chewing on it nervously. “It’s not anything bad...promise.”

At least that’s what he was hoping for. 

“There you go again, being cryptic,” he hears Namjoon tease him. 

Jimin heard the annoying voice in the back of his mind telling him that Namjoon wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. He heard that familiar voice say that he wasn’t good enough for the older male. Jimin could feel the fear sink in like an anchor sinking to the bottom of the ocean. He wanted to back out, but he felt like it was too late. He noticed the way Namjoon encouraged him with a nod of his head, and it made his stomach flip. 

Jimin’s mind was going a mile a minute. Thinking of what to say and how to say it, and it always came up short. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t rehearsed this a million times before, but now that he had Namjoon in front of him, it was completely different. “I...I,” he paused to keep himself from stuttering. His small fingers played with the end of his own shirt. 

“Jiminie,” he said with a soft smile. “You know you can tell me anything, what’s on your mind?” 

The blonde could have melted right then, but instead, he opted to keep his composure as he smiled. Joon had always been the understanding type, and he adored that about the older man. Jimin took a deep breath as he opened his mouth to speak once again. “I...I love you,” he managed to get out. 

The younger male looked up at his friend as he tried to search his face for what he was feeling. As the minutes ticked by, and Jimin’s words hung in the air.  He felt as if he couldn’t breathe anymore. He couldn’t read what the other was thinking, and it was only causing him to panic. 

“You love me?” he questioned. 

He nodded his head at him. Jimin could barely find the words to speak. His mind had gone completely blank just like he knew it would. “It’s…” he trails off momentarily. “I’ve loved you for the longest, Namjoonie. You...you’re the sweetest man I know, and you accept me for me. You allow me to be who I am without the added judgement that I feel from so many people.” he admitted. “It’s the smallest things you do for me that just make me so happy, Namjoon. It’s when you bring me lunch when I forget and I protest all the time saying you don’t have too, when you smile that dimpled smile that makes my stomach flip, or when you just tell me everything will be okay because you're right here next to me because I’m stressed from work. It...it means a lot to me.” 

Swallowing he continued to look at his friend as the other remained silent. “Please, say something, anything.” he laughed nervously as he felt his voice wavering. His thoughts were getting away from him. What if this was that moment that Namjoon tells him that he doesn’t love him back? That they could only be friends. Jimin didn’t think that would work this time. It was too late to take back what he said. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Namjoon frowned trying to formulate his own thoughts. Truthfully, Namjoon didn’t know how to say what he wanted too. It seemed no matter how much he tried to formulate actual words, he was never able to say what was on his chest.

Jimin winced at his words. He was seeing his fears unfolding before his eyes. “Y..you don’t have to say anything,” he said softly as he looked down at his hands before looking back up at him. “You don’t have to feel--” he started but his words were quickly cut short when Namjoon leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jimin’s pillowy soft lips. 

Jimin’s eyes widened and he hesitated when he felt the other kissing him. He pulled himself out of his stupor, kissing him back softly.. His cheeks flushed a bright pink when Namjoon pulled back. 

“I love you, too.” Namjoon told him with his dimpled smile.

[bangtanxm]

BANGTANXM is wishing all of our LGBTQ+ ARMYS a happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈 Stay safe! Your life matters! ✊🏿✊🏾

[here4theheartbreak]

Handsome & Free (ksj)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Seokjin x Everyone (ot7) in various pairs, trios, and quads Genre: smut, pwp, idolverse Final Rating: Explicit Word Count (Chapter): ~7.3k

Tags (more added as needed): smut, PWP, free use, group sex, multiple partners, multiple penetration, degredation (consensual), watersports, double penetration, face fucking, barebacking, throatpie, creampies, light pet play, mild bdsm, consensual somnophilia, distracted sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, anal plug, consensual objectification

Summary: Seokjin had a very specific kink he wanted to try out. His boyfriends were more than happy to help out.

A/N: This fic was written for the @bangtanwritingbingo​ Summer Bingo square Seokjin x Taehyung and also for @thebtswritersclub​ June Prompt Pride Month.

The thing about being with a group of six other men, who all shared one another freely, was that life – especially sexual life – was never boring. One could find someone to fulfill nearly every desire. But despite that, Jin had certain kinks and fantasies that he was sure he’d never have come to fruition. That was, until one night, cuddling with Taehyung after a long edging session, the question caught him by surprise. 

“What’s the dirtiest fantasy you have, hyung?”

“What do you mean?” Jin asked, his cheeks pinking up a little.

“I mean something sexual you want that we’ve never given you. Something that you fantasize about a lot but… Haven’t asked any of us for.”

“Ah… You don’t want to know that,” Jin mumbled. “You’ll think it’s weird.”

“You know I won’t.”

“I—” Jin hesitated. “God, it sounds horrible speaking it out loud.”

Taehyung kissed his jaw, brushing his nose playfully against Jin’s cheek. “Just say it.”

“I want to be a sex doll.”

“Aren’t you already?” Taehyung teased. Jin snorted.

“You’re right. I am handsome enough that I might as well be a walking doll.” He stroked his own jaw dramatically. 

Taehyung snorted. “But how do you mean a sex doll?”

“Like… Free to use. For everyone. Just a day… Where I don’t… I don’t do anything but sexually please everyone. And they can use me however they want. When I’m sleeping, eating, working – do anything they want to me and just use me like I’m a toy rather than… A person.”

Taehyung’s cock, soft against Jin’s leg, twitched. “Wow… You want that?” Taehyung whispered.

Jin nodded, chewing his bottom lip.

“If we could make it happen…”

“I’d be so excited.”

Taehyung rolled on top of Jin and kissed him hard. “I’ll make it happen,” he promised. “I swear it.”

“Really?” Jin’s heart skipped a beat. Taehyung nodded. 

“That sounds… Fucking insanely sexy. I’m sure everyone will be on board.” 

Jin kissed him, excitement and nerves immediately lighting his body on fire. A doll, free to use – it was so exciting.

And Taehyung – ever true to his word – came through. Three weeks later, the group had a full weekend off. A day before the weekend, Taehyung sat Jin down in the living room with everyone. He had been talking to them about it, and all were interested. They sat together and worked out rules and hard no’s and consent issues, when and how they could use Jin, what was off limits, things he’d love to see happen. 

Friday night, Jin went to bed early, knowing he’d need to get plenty of rest for the next day. He wondered what the day would bring as he laid in bed. Would it be everything he hoped it would be? A complete disaster? Overwhelming and unpleasant? He was nervous… But he couldn’t wait to find out.

Jin was in Heaven. He was sliding into Namjoon’s warm, wet ass, Yoongi egging him on nearby. He moaned softly, squeezing Namjoon’s hips. Namjoon whined softly, high pitched. The bed shifted drastically, jarring Jin. He scowled, realizing he was now on his back. Yoongi was over him, fingering him. 

Jin moaned, his eyes rolling back. 

They fluttered open, the early light filtering in through his blinds. It took him a moment to focus, realizing he’d been dreaming. 

But this - this was not a dream. Jimin was on his lap, naked, eagerly riding his bare cock. He was balls deep inside Jimin, who was doing his best to squeeze and milk his cock.

“Wh—“

“I wanna use Jimin’s ass,” Hoseok said from beside the bed. Jin looked over, seeing Hoseok standing, leaning against the wall. He was pulling on his hard cock, sweats around his ankles. “You’re gonna give us some lube.”

Jimin squeezed Jin’s cock and he moaned, nodding.

“Want me to help with your cock?” He panted, letting Jimin ride him.

“No. But you can do this.” Hoseok kicked his sweats off and straddled Jin’s head, facing Jimin. He leaned down, and Jin grinned. 

Jin reached up, spreading his ass and setting to work, licking and sucking and prodding at Hoseok’s tight hole. He could hear the two making out as Jimin milked his cock, but focused on his job; pleasing Hoseok. 

It was too soon, Jin lamented, as his balls drew tight. “Gonna come,” he warned.

“Fill him,” Hoseok demanded. Jin began to pump his hips upward, and Jimin shouted in pleasure. Jin’s cock throbbed and he grunted softly as he came, leaving his first load of the day deep in Jimin’s ass.

Hoseok moved off him and grabbed Jimin, pushing him down next to Jin, on his stomach. He pushed open his legs and forced his cock into Jimin’s ass, moaning as Jimin shouted happily. He began to fuck him, ignoring Jin next to them. 

“Can I help?” Jin finally offered.

“You can go. I’m sure the others need morning wood taken care of, toy. Go do your job,” Hoseok growled. Jin’s cock twitched at that. He nodded and rose.

Watching the two fuck on his bed, Jin grabbed lube and fingered his ass open before sliding his plug in. He headed out into the bathroom naked, his heart pounding a mile a minute.

After showering and cleaning for the morning, Jin entered the living room. He glanced around, unsure of how to begin his day. This was so exhilarating and new, he wondered which one might use him next. Would any be too shy? Surely not – they’d all had fun together before.

“Jin-hyung.” Yoongi’s voice drew Jin’s attention. He grinned, hurrying over to him and settling on the couch next to him. 

“Morning,” Jin murmured, nuzzling his neck. Yoongi ignored him, his eyes on his phone screen. With his free hand, he tugged down the front of his sweats and pulled out his cock. Jin’s mouth watered. He immediately sank to his knees, taking Yoongi into his mouth and sucking him gently. Yoongi’s cock hardened in his mouth, the flesh smooth and silky against his tongue. He closed his eyes, letting his body relax as he worked. Yoongi was paying him absolutely no attention. It was the sexiest thing Jin had experienced. He truly was just a toy right now. 

When Yoongi was sufficiently hard, he tapped Jin’s cheek. “Bend over.”

Jin rose and leaned over the couch, spreading his legs. 

Yoongi rose, shoving his sweats around his knees. He tugged the plug out, setting it on the side table nearby. He dug around in a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. When Jin looked back in surprise, he grinned. “We went around and set these in good places… Figured we’d need them this weekend for you.”

Jin flushed at that and nodded. “Thank you.”

Yoongi grunted. He squirted some of the lube onto his fingers, adding it to Jin’s hole. He gave it a few rough tugs, and Jin whined. “It’s okay – I’m loose enough.” 

“Has anyone used you yet?” Yoongi asked.

“Not my ass. I woke up this morning to Jimin using my cock— Oh!” Jin cried out when a Yoongi drove in sharply. 

“Oh yeah?” Yoongi’s voice was infuriatingly calm. Jin nodded, his own cock throbbing between his legs. 

“Hobi wanted a natural lube to fuck him with so my come worked.”

“Did you pleasure Hoseok too?” Yoongi asked. Jin whimpered and nodded. 

“Ate his a— Oh god Yoongi—“

“Ate what?”

“His ass while he fucked Jimin,” Jin sputtered as fast as he could. He glanced back, his stomach twisting in arousal. Though Yoongi was fucking eagerly into his hole, his cock hard and throbbing, his attention was on his phone as he tapped out a message.

Jin squeezed his ass around his cock.

“Do you like my hole, Yoongi?” He whined. 

“Mhm. Come on, make me come, I have something I need to do.” Yoongi pulled out and sat on the couch. 

Jin straddled him and slipped back onto his cock. He began to ride him, moaning softly. Yoongi remained silent, focused on his phone. If not for his cock’s persistent throb deep inside Jin and the barely audible catches in Yoongi’s breath, Jin might have wondered if he was enjoying this.

“Do you—“ Jin shuddered as Yoongi’s cock brushed his prostate just right. “What’re you doing?” He huffed.

“Making plans with Namjoon for lunch,” Yoongi said, flexing his thighs to work his cock a little deeper.

“Going ou— Ohh... Out?”

“Nah. You can cook for us. We’re meeting at one.” 

Yoongi’s eyes fluttered shut. He set one hand on Jin’s thigh and squeezed.

“Squeeze my cock.”

Jin obeyed, clenching his hole as much as he could. Yoongi nodded. He went back to focusing on his phone, his hips lazily twitching up. 

He sighed softly, his phone slipping from his hand and falling onto the couch. He set both hands on Jin’s hips and squeezed to still him. He jerked his hips up twice before beginning to grunt rhythmically. Jin could feel his cock pulsing inside him, a sure sign that he was coming.

When Yoongi relaxed under him, scooping his phone back up, Jin grabbed his plug. He pulled off Yoongi and slipped it back in.

“Want me to clean you up?” Jin offered.

“No.” Yoongi tucked his cock back into his sweats and kicked his legs up on the couch, his gaze never leaving his phone. 

Jin smiled a little, a surge of arousal and pride cutting through him. He wandered off toward the kitchen, his own aching cock still bouncing between his legs.

Jin warmed up breakfast, settling on a stool at the island to eat it. It felt strange being nude in their kitchen, and even more strange with the plug inserted firmly up his ass. He put in earbuds; the only item of clothing aside from his plug that he was allowed. As he listened to music and skimmed social media, he felt a strong pair of hands pull him up from the stool and stand him upright.

He adjusted, leaning over the island and jutting his ass out so he could eat. The plug was pulled from his ass and long, thick fingers pulled him open, Yoongi’s come dribbling out. 

They were replaced quickly by a thick, blunt cock tip, and Jin chuckled.

“Morning, Taehyung,” he said, pulling one earbud out.

“Morning. I had the best dream, I need to come while it’s still fresh in my mind.” Taehyung began to pump his hips wildly, almost painfully jabbing Jin’s waist against the granite. 

“Tell me about it, if you want,” Jin grunted out, still struggling to eat his breakfast.

“Me and Jungkook were double teaming Jimin backstage. He was bouncing on our cocks while the fireworks went off.” 

Jin groaned at the imagery. “That sounds amazing.”

“Right? I wish we could do it one day.”

Taehyung leaned over, grabbing Jin’s spoon and stealing a bite of his breakfast as he fucked into him.

“Maybe I can convince Jungkook to double up on your asshole today,” he said, kissing along Jin’s neck. “It’ll be plenty wet and loose for us.”

 Jin’s cock throbbed, his balls aching for release. He moaned around his spoon. 

Taehyung grabbed the spoon and pushed his head down. “Eat from the bowl. You wanna be treated like our property today you can eat like a pet.”

Jin’s cock dribbled a strand of precome. He obeyed without question, sticking his face in the bowl to eat. 

Taehyung’s grip was bruisingly tight on his hips; deep, long thrusts both making him ache and dragging him closer to orgasm. He heard someone enter the kitchen, his ears burning at the realization of how it looked. He kept his head down.

“Need help, Tae?” It was Hoseok’s voice.

“Play with my ass?” Tae asked, breathless and strained. 

Jin didn’t bother looking up. Taehyung’s thrusts shifted, becoming more desperate, and he moaned low and long. Jin moaned and whimpered, gripping the counter top, his food forgotten despite it being just centimeters from his nose. 

He glanced back, surprised to see Hoseok on his knees, rimming Tae’s ass if the soft, wet noises were any indicator. 

Taehyung pulled almost all the way out, only keeping his tip inside Jin.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna—“ Jin felt Taehyung’s fist hitting his ass as he jerked off. He grunted and moaned contentedly, and Jin felt him jerk and shudder. 

“Want a go?” He panted. 

“No, I’ll use the holes later,” Hoseok said simply. Taehyung pulled his tip out and jammed the plug back in, slapping Jin’s ass.

He walked away without a word, but glanced back when he reached the doorway, offering the panting Jin, still spread over the island, a wink and a smirk. 

Jin laughed tiredly, shaking his head. It took him a moment to collect himself and settle back onto the bench. He grabbed his spoon and set to eating quickly, hoping to finish before anyone else came to use him. 

Jin managed to finish breakfast and clean his bowl. He settled back at the island, opening his computer to work on some documents while he waited for the next time he needed use.

Jimin entered a few hours later, grinning. Jin hesitated, expecting Jimin to bend him over, but Jimin only squeezed his ass in passing as he set to making his own late breakfast. 

“You know, I’m jealous,” Jimin admitted, settling onto a stool to eat.

“Of?”

“You.”

“Why me?” Jin asked, leaning on the island across from him.

“You’re gonna be fucked so good all day. I wish I could do it, honestly.”

Jin smirked. “Why don’t we plan for you to do it one day? I mean… If the guys like using me… I’m sure they wouldn’t be opposed to using you either.”

“You think?” Jimin asked, perking up a little. Jin nodded. “I know I’d personally love to bend you over the couch and use you for fun.” He shrugged, and Jimin’s grin grew. “Yeah.. We should all talk about it.”

Jin nodded. He opened his mouth to respond when his phone buzzed. 

‘Bathroom, hyung, now please.’ Jungkook had texted.

“Gotta go.”

“Got a cock to suck?”

“Or something – Jungkook.”

“He’d just woken up when I left the bathroom, I bet he’s still got morning wood to let go of.”

“Well hopefully he’ll give me a minute… I have to take a leak,” Jin confessed. He straightened up and headed down the hall toward the bathroom.

Jungkook was sitting on the toilet when Jin entered, hand stroking over his cock, slick with lube and precome. He gripped his phone tight with his other hand, watching a video.

“You called for me?” Jin asked, dancing a bit from foot to foot.

“I did... Why are you fidgeting?” Jungkook said, going back to stroking himself lazily.

“I kind of gotta pee,” Jin said, pressing his hand into the base of his cock.

“Hm. Go then,” Jungkook said simply, spreading his legs wider.  Jin angled his cock down to spray the stream into the toilet bowl between Jungkook’s open legs, sighing in relief.

Jin could feel Jungkook watching him piss, his hand lazily stroking his cock. 

He let go and reached out, sliding his hand over Jin’s cock. Jin jumped, and Jungkook moaned when hot piss splashed over his erection. He pushed Jin’s hand away and took ahold of him, aiming it up a little to spray over his balls and cock.

“What are you doing?” Jin asked in a voice barely above a whisper. 

“Helping my sweet toy empty his bladder.”

He set the phone down and reached around, still angling Jin’s cock so it sprayed piss over him. He tugged gently at the anal plug before tugging it out. Jin moaned softly, his cock beginning to thicken in Jungkook’s grip. Jungkook slid two fingers into his hole. 

“Stop pissing.”

Jin shuddered as he forced himself to obey, his body aching at the action.

Jungkook released his cock and grabbed his hip, using that hand and the fingers in his ass to guide him forward until he straddled his lap. He pulled his fingers free and slicked his own cock. 

Jungkook pulled Jin down, impaling him on his cock with ease.

Jin squealed, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders. He began to ride him by instinct, pressing tight to him. His ass, used and wet, made pornographic noises as he pushed down.

“That’s it,” Jungkook cooed, rubbing his lower back. “Bounce on my cock, hyung... Make me come.”

“I wasn’t quite done pissing,” Jin complained.

“I don’t care,” Jungkook mumbled, smirking when Jin shivered. “I wasn’t done jacking off when you came in here. Your body is free to use. So now I’m gonna use your asshole to finish.”

Jin moaned loudly. The pressure of Jungkook’s thick cock fucking into him was too much to keep holding his bladder. Piss sprayed over their stomachs, making Jungkook gasp. His cock twitched hard as Jin pissed on him, each deep thrust of his cock forcing more of the hot fluid out. 

Jungkook gripped his hips tightly, dragging him up and down his shaft. The piss wet their thighs, adding to the pornographic sounds of their sex. 

Jin whined desperately and Jungkook laughed. “Good boy,” he panted breathlessly, leaning forward and kissing Jin hard. 

As the stream dried up, Jin began riding him with a renewed vigor, eager to please. 

As he did, the bathroom door opened once more. Jin glanced back to see Jimin stepping in quietly, his cock already tenting the front of his sweats. He slid his cock free and stepped up to the two. Jungkook pulled Jin off his cock and held his cheeks open, exposing his abused, slightly gaping hole to Jimin. 

Before Jin could complain, Jimin stepped forward and drove in, making him scream in surprise. He moaned happily as Jimin began to piston his hips, fucking his ass as hard as he could. He pulled out before too long, letting Jungkook drop Jin back onto his cock. 

The two went on like this, taking turns fucking him as they wished. All too soon, Jin orgasmed, his cock shooting rope after rope of come onto Jungkook’s chest as Jimin used his messy hole. 

Jungkook took over then, driving his cock in as soon as Jimin pulled out. Jin was shuddering, moaning and whining as his orgasm washed over him. Just as he began to relax, Jungkook nodded to Jimin. 

Jimin shifted and pushed forward, working his cock in next to Jungkook’s. 

Jin screamed against Jungkook’s shoulder, his cock shooting another weak rope of come. The two fucked him together as Jin sobbed between them, shivering from overstimulation.

Jungkook came first, releasing deep inside Jin. He stayed put, letting Jimin’s cock slide over his softening member. He sighed contentedly, kissing Jin’s cheek. 

“You pissed on me earlier, baby... I’m using you now.”

Jin nodded quickly. Jimin groaned as Jungkook began to piss, easing the way for his cock. Jimin came with a groan shortly after, his cock shooting come deep inside Jin to add to the mess growing in his ass. 

“Mind if I use the toilet?” Jimin asked breathlessly, meeting Jungkook’s gaze.

“Free to use,” Jungkook said simply, and Jin could feel him grin. 

Jin inhaled sharply, a cry sticking in his throat when Jimin began to piss. 

“Too full,” he whined.

“Be a good boy and take it,” Jimin cooed. 

Jin moaned brokenly. 

“I’m almost done, clench up for me,” Jungkook demanded. He slid his cock out, and Jimin groaned.

“Still fucking tight. Hold still for me, hyung,” he pressed a hand on Jin’s lower back as he finished pissing as well, slipping his soft cock out carefully. Jimin pushed the plug back into his ass and tsked.

“We need a slightly bigger one, I think. Hold him still, Jungkook.” 

Jimin disappeared, and Jungkook smiled at the well fucked Jin.

“You good?”

“I’m so good,” Jin admitted. “This is a dream.”

“Everyone’s loving it,” Jungkook admitted, kissing Jin gently. 

Jimin returned and switched Jin’s plug to a thicker one that pressed more firmly against Jin’s inner walls. He moaned weakly but nodded. “That feels better.” 

“Good. It’s almost lunch time; you’re cooking, right?”

Jin nodded.

“Wear an apron. I don’t want you to burn your cock.”

Jin laughed tiredly and nodded. “Will do.” 

He padded out into the kitchen, taking a second to catch his breath. He had seriously underestimated the level of energy this sort of sexual activity would take from him. He shifted over, washing his hands and putting an apron over his nude form. He set to work making lunch for the group. As he did, he let his mind wander. Though only a few had had sex with him so far, he felt so… satisfied. Though he’d been excited to do this weekend, he had had his trepidations. What if they didn’t want to use him? What if he wasn’t as into it as he was in fantasy? 

It seemed like all his worries were unfounded. The others seemed to be having a lot of fun with the situation, and he found it nothing but erotic and pleasurable. He felt wanted and happy and satisfied. Saying yes to Yoongi’s suggestion was the best decision he’d made all month.

Jin stirred the noodles in the pan, giving one a taste. Almost perfect. 

“Hyung...” Came a soft voice from the doorway. Jin looked over and smiled softly. Hoseok was standing in the doorway, his cock peeking from the top of his shorts.

“I’m making lunch,” Jin argued, though he knew it meant nothing. And so did Hoseok.

“Don’t care.”

Hoseok closed the gap and grabbed Jin’s hair, yanking him down to his knees.

“At least let me turn off the sg—“ Jin’s complaint was cut off when Hoseok took the opportunity to shove his cock into Jin’s open mouth. He immediately began to fuck his face, pounding his cock against the back of Jin’s throat. Jin gagged and coughed, reaching out to try and find the stove and turn off the heat. 

“Please, the f—“ Jin tried again when Hoseok gave him a breath. 

Hoseok reached over and Jin heard a click. “It’s off. Now shut up and make me come.”

Hoseok yanked his head back.

“Take it off the b—“

Hoseok’s cock was back down his throat before he could finish. As Hoseok fucked him, he turned him, pressing Jin’s back against the fridge. He held onto his throat lightly, and Jin was sure he could feel it bulging and convulsing. 

Nobody ever wanted a slow, gentle blowjob, Jin thought as Hoseok used his mouth. But that was the point. Slow blowjobs were boring anyway. He rolled his eyes up, watching the way Hoseok’s head lolled forward, his gorgeous, plush lips parted as he gasped and moaned softly. 

This was why Jin was doing this. That absolute pleasure he could give his members... This was what he wanted. 

He began to move forward as much as he could, swallowing and running his tongue over every bit of Hoseok’s cock he could reach.

Hoseok cried out sharply, his hips stuttering. 

“Fuck, yeah keep doing that—“ Hoseok demanded, fisting Jin’s hair. Jin obeyed, his own cock hardening between his thighs. 

Hoseok drove deep, holding Jin’s head still. He stuck his tongue out, pressing it hard between his teeth and Hoseok’s tight balls. It was obscene, he knew, the way his lips were stretched wide around Hoseok’s cock, entirely hidden, nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair. 

He felt Hoseok’s cock throb in his mouth, his balls drawing tighter against his tongue. The first hot rope of come struck the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex. He grabbed Hoseok’s thighs, gripping them tight as he struggled not to choke, or worse. He swallowed as quickly as he could, urging the thick liquid down his resistant throat. 

When Hoseok finally pulled back, Jin slumped forward, coughing hard and burping. He covered his mouth quickly, ears burning. 

Hoseok began to laugh, a joyous sound that had Jin laughing as well. 

“Did I hurt you?” Hoseok asked, still giggling.

“No, just trapped air,” Jin rasped, struggling to pull himself to his feet. He hurried to the stove, checking the food. “You coulda moved it off the burner,” he scolded, “it almost burned.”

“Shut up,” Hoseok said without venom. He wrapped his arms around Jin’s middle, kissing his neck. “Did you make enough for everyone?” Jin nodded. “You can tell the others if you want? I have to service Namjoon and Yoongi for lunch.”

Hoseok nodded. “Will do. Thanks for the throat job.” 

Jin rolled his eyes as Hoseok rushed away, laughing still. He got the food set up for the rest of the members on the island and set up a separate bit for Namjoon and Yoongi. He took it into the dining area, smiling softly. The two were sitting on opposite sides of the table, chatting softly.

“Ah, food’s ready,” Namjoon said. “Thanks.”

“Why don’t you get under the table and be a good boy for us while we eat,” Yoongi suggested. Jin heard his zipper and smiled. 

He bowed politely. “My pleasure.” He pulled off the apron and folded it over another chair before sinking down and crawling under the table. Yoongi’s cock was out already, half hard. Jin turned to Namjoon, pulling his cock free and stroking it gently. He wrapped his lips around it, sucking to harden him fully. As he did, he reached across and stroked Yoongi’s cock. He could hear the two talking softly above him as they ate, as casual as ever.

When Namjoon was hard enough, Jin turned and pulled his plug out. He settled back, lining up Namjoon’s cock and sliding it into his ass. He heard the utensils rattle against the plate, and smirked a little. He shifted just enough to get himself onto all fours, stretching himself out enough to take Yoongi’s cock into his mouth. Jin let his head rest on Yoongi’s thigh, soothed by his and Namjoon’s soft voices. They both remained half hard much to Jin’s surprise. He was eager to find out if they’d both fuck him after lunch, or if he was simply there as nothing more than a cockwarmer. His eyes closed against his will, body relaxing as much as he was able to let it, nearly dozing off.

Jin wasn’t sure how long he knelt there, his arms and knees beginning to ache on the cool floor when Namjoon shifted, his cock nudging against his prostate. Jin grunted. 

 “One moment.”

“What’s up?” Yoongi asked.

“I have to pee.”

“Aren’t you in his ass still?”  

Namjoon must have nodded, because Yoongi laughed.

“Then your toilet is right there.”

“Yeah?” 

Jin perked up, his heart skipping a beat. 

“Sure,” Yoongi confirmed. “Why bother going somewhere else when your cock’s perfectly comfortable there. Plenty of space to hold your piss.”

“I love the idea of a portable urinal like this,” Namjoon admitted. He shifted and his cock seemed to swell and twitch. The first strong, hot splash of piss had Jin gasping, gagging momentarily on Yoongi’s now thickening cock.

“And it’s self-cleaning,” Yoongi continued as if Namjoon wasn’t pissing a river directly into Jin’s body. “You just drain your bladder, your balls, and go. No waste of water or messy cleanup.”

“Certainly convenient,” Namjoon agreed. His cock had begun to stiffen more in Jin’s sore ass as his bladder emptied. “We should keep one of these around during concert season.”

“I bet we could use this one.” Yoongi shifted and his cock slipped into Jin’s throat. He gagged hard but Yoongi held his head. “Swallow.” His voice was firm. Jin obeyed, fighting his gag reflex as he began to swallow around Yoongi. 

“Gonna feed him?” Namjoon asked, sounding a little breathless. His cock was now stiff as it could get.

“Mhm. Do you need...”

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna pleasure myself too... Why not?” He set his hands on Jin’s hips, lazily thrusting in his chair.

The room was devoid of speaking for some time. The rappers were grunting and panting, each using their chosen hole while Jin moaned and gagged, eager to please both. 

Yoongi laughed breathlessly. “You look so good, Joon. We need to share toys more often.”

“Why?” Namjoon panted. “When you could just use my hole?” 

Yoongi moaned at that, his cock throbbing hard. “Oh yeah? Want me to fuck your asshole, Namjoon?”

Namjoon nodded, shifting from his chair as his thrusts into Jin’s ass became more desperate.

“Make our strong leader scream for my cock?”

Namjoon cried out sharply, his hands hitting the table. Yoongi pulled his cock from Jin’s mouth. 

“You know what.”

He rose. Jin watched him circle the table and shove Namjoon forward. “Keep fucking his hole.” Yoongi demanded. Jin heard the click of a lube bottle cap. He looked back, only able to see Yoongi sit behind Namjoon. His cock was jutting up. He dragged Namjoon back, forcing Jin to scramble backwards to keep Namjoon in him.

Namjoon screamed, his cock jerking inside Jin.

He began to hump Jin’s ass, his movements jerky as Yoongi fucked him.

Namjoon’s voice broke, his cock throbbing and twitching as he came without warning. When he seemed to relax, Jin pulled off him and reinserted his plug, scrambling out from under the table. He watched Yoongi shove Namjoon over the table, their pants around their ankles, and fuck him hard and fast. He snarled as he came, burying himself deep inside Namjoon. 

“Get over here and come up his ass,” Yoongi commanded, pulling out. A dribble of come slid down Namjoon’s thigh. Jin obeyed, sliding his aching cock in as soon as Yoongi moved enough to let him. 

Namjoon moaned happily, relaxing over the table as Jin used his hole. 

“Ma— May I come in you?” Jin panted, close already from the steady edging all day. Namjoon nodded. He reached back, spreading his ass so Jin could watch his cock disappear into the gaping rim. 

Jin moaned low and deep, his cock spilling hot and thick inside Namjoon.

“Thank you,” Jin whispered, the relief on his balls nearly bringing him to tears. “Thank you— oh God..”

Before he could get too comfortable, a shout echoed across the dorm.

“Jin!” It was Jimin.

“Go do your job,” Yoongi said simply. Jin nodded and pulled out, smirking at the come that followed from Namjoon’s ruined hole. He hurried off toward the sound of Jimin’s voice, his ass clenching in anticipation around the plug. 

Jin entered the bedroom, smiling at Jimin on the bed. “You yelled?” 

“Mhm.” He rose and kissed Jin gently. “Fuck my ass. Hard... You know how I like it.” He pushed a bottle of lube into Jin’s palm and went over to the wall, pushing his shorts down over the swell of his ass. “Don’t come in me.”

“Where do you want me to?” Jin asked, stroking his cock as he admired Jimin’s perky, round ass.

“The floor if you have to. There’s tissues.” He motioned to the desk nearby. “Come on, I’ve gotta work and I can’t focus like this.”

Jin stepped up, pumping into his lube slicked fist twice before lining up and pushing. 

Jimin whimpered, his ass resisting the intrusion with so little lube. Jin grabbed his hip hard, knowing exactly what he was seeking.

“Take my cock, Jimin. Open up your asshole and let me in.”

Jimin whimpered again, pushing his ass out further. Jin’s tip slipped past the tight ring and they both moaned.

“That’s it, needy little slut... I’m the house fucktoy and you’re still hanging off my cock. How desperate are you?” 

There was a teasing tone to Jin’s voice, but it still made Jimin react. He sobbed brokenly, shifting into a moan as Jin began to pump into him, pushing deeper each time. 

“You should be the toy next weekend, with how much you beg for a cock to wreck your tight little holes.” 

He grabbed Jimin’s arms and twisted them back, forcing Jimin tighter to the wall as his thrusts picked up speed.

Jimin’s cries were a mix of sharp pain and desperate moaning. His ass began to loosen, letting Jin fuck him harder and faster. 

“Take it,” Jin growled, smirking when Jimin moaned in response; his ass clenching. “Take my cock, Jimin, tell me you love it.”

Jimin bared his teeth and whined. “Harder—“

Jin obeyed, snapping his hips forward hard enough he worried he’d hurt Jimin. 

If it did, Jimin gave no indication. He moaned wantonly, sticking his ass out further for Jin’s use.

Just as Jin worried he’d come, his hips pistoning as quick as he could, Jimin shifted and clenched.

“Pull out and bend over the bed,” he panted.

Jin did as requested, letting his chest fall onto the bed and opting instead to reach back and hold himself open, exposing the shining silver plug.

Jimin whipped around and pulled the plug free. He grabbed Jin’s cock and bent it down so it was aimed at the floor. Without waiting - or delicacy - he jammed his cock up Jin’s ass and began to fuck into him, his hips stuttering already. He forced Jin’s legs closed, tightening his ass.

“Fuck… You’re a mess in here,” Jimin panted.

“J—Joon-hyung just pissed in me.”

“Fuck, yes.”

Jin moaned softly, his eyes shutting as he coaxed Jimin along. Jimin let out a loud snarl when he finally came, his hips still thrusting even as he came. 

Jin’s cock spilled, dribbling down his thigh and the bed. He sobbed weakly, shuddering through his orgasm.

Jimin pulled out, replacing the plug before flopping onto the bed. “Wow.”

Jin tried to laugh, but his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor.

“You okay?” Jimin worried.

“Mhm—Shaky is all. A lot of… Activity today.” He pulled himself onto the bed, stretching out next to Jimin. 

“Need us to stop?”

“Nah, I’m okay.”

“Make sure to let us know if you do need to stop, okay? You need to be safe… I know this is a strain on the body.”

Jin smiled. He pressed a gentle kiss to Jimin’s mouth. “You’re so sweet, Jiminie. I’m okay, I promise.”

A knock sounded at the closed bedroom door. 

“Hyung?” Jungkook’s voice was quiet.

“I’m in here,” Jimin said. 

“Is Jin-hyung?”

“Yeah,” Jin called.

Jungkook pushed open the door, taking a second to glance over the scene. “Have fun?”

“Lots of it. What’s up?” Jimin asked.

“Well, last week, Jin-hyung… You promised you’d play a game with me. Then this came up, so it might be hard but… Wanna play still?”

Jin smiled softly, nodding. “Yeah, I’d love to. Might get interrupted a few times, but as long as you’re okay with that…”

Jungkook nodded, grinning. Jin rose, stretching. He grabbed a tissue, wiping his leg clean and crouching to clean the mess he’d left on the bed and floor before following Jungkook out into the living room. 

He settled gingerly onto the couch, taking a moment to find a comfortable spot with his plug in, and let Jungkook set up the video game. 

Much to Jin’s surprise, the members left him and Jungkook mostly alone while they played. A few passed back and forth, watching the two play, but none pulled Jin up for use. It was a nice break; letting him relax a little and regain some of his energy. 

That, and listening to Jungkook complain as he beat him gave after game was incredibly fun. 

“You’re fucking me over,” Jungkook complained as Jin pulled ahead for the fourth round in a row. “Supposed to be the other way around.”

Jin laughed at that, his thumbs moving over the controller quickly. Jungkook stood up, still focused on the television as he struggled to bring his own score up. 

“Stand up.”

“Why?”

“You fuck me, I’m gonna fuck you. Plus, I’ve always wanted to do this. Bend over the couch.”

“Should we pause...”

“Keep playing.” 

Jin laughed a little at the absurdity of it but nodded, rising and moving over behind the couch. He leaned over it, spreading his legs. He remained focused on the television, working on keeping his lead.

Jungkook paused the game for a brief moment, dropping his sweats around his ankles and pulling Jin’s plug out. He slid into his ass and resumed the game, startling Jin into a cry.

“Hey, no fair,” Jin complained as Jungkook began pumping his hard cock into his ass. His hands began to shake, focus becoming more difficult. From this position, Jungkook’s cock hit his insides just right, bumping his prostate and stretching him the perfect amount. Even having been used more times than he could remember that day, Jungkook’s cock was working wonders on his body.

The gap between their scores began to decrease as Jin’s speed with the buttons did, missing more combinations than he managed. He moaned helplessly, and Jungkook began to move faster, his hands resting on Jin’s lower back as he worked the controller. 

Jin’s cock was dribbling precome onto the floor, half hard and nearly sore from the number of times he’d come. 

“Cheat—“ Jin complained.

“I’ll come before the game’s over,” Jungkook said simply. Jin could hear the smile in his voice. “For now, just shut up and lemme use your ass in peace, fuck toy.” 

Jin moaned at that. He fumbled the controller, and it bounced to the couch. He reached for it, only to have Jungkook drive in particularly hard. Jin opted instead to grab the back of the couch so he wouldn’t be knocked over, shouting as Jungkook rutted into his sore, aching hole. 

As promised, just a few seconds before the time ran out, Jungkook placed the controller on Jin’s lower back. He grabbed his hips and slammed into him three times, pulling out almost the whole way on each thrust. On the third, he stayed buried inside him. Jin could feel his balls against his ass, each pump of thick, milky come making them throb. 

Jin swore as the game round ended - he’d lost. Jungkook pulled out and replaced his plug. “Good game.”

Jungkook turned off the system and walked away. Jin struggled to catch his breath, chuckling a little. What a cheat. He went around the side of the couch and flopped over the arm on his stomach. Exhaustion washed over him in waves as he laid on the comfy cushions, and he felt himself drift off to sleep.

Jin’s dream had started out so lovely he was performing with the group, stressors of the pandemic in his past, so much joy from their fans. But it shifted on a dime when Namjoon, in the dream, shoved him to the stage floor. He began to grope his cock and ass through his pants, dragging a haggard moan from Jin. It echoed through his mic. Jin could hear the fans screaming and the other members egging them on as Namjoon pulled his cock from his pants. He flipped Jin onto his stomach and yanked out his plug.

Jin hesitated. Why would he have a plug on stage? The tip of Namjoon’s cock was incessant. It felt different than Namjoon normally did... 

Jin’s eyes fluttered open just as someone drove into his ass. He gasped sharply, moaning into the arm of the couch. He looked back, smirking when he saw Hoseok straddling his hips, his cock angled down as he fucked into Jin’s ass. 

“I was sleeping,” Jin panted.

“So?” Hoseok slapped the swell of his ass. “Not my problem. How many loads do you have in here? You’re so wet.”

Jin thought for a moment “About seven, and then three pissed in me.”

Hoseok laughed sharply. “Shit, why didn’t I think of that. Good to know.” He laid over him, rutting into his ass. “I just gotta come quick so I can focus on work.”

“No need to explain,” Jin said, laying his head back on the arm of the couch. “Do what you need to do.” 

Hoseok kissed and nibbled over Jin’s shoulder as he fucked him, the wet squelches each time he thrusted giving away just how used Jin truly was. 

“Room for one more?” Taehyung’s voice was thick as he entered the living room.

“In his asshole? We’ll make room.” 

Jin spread his legs wider, trying to angle his ass up. Hoseok shifted and let Tae settle behind him. Jin heard a rustle of fabric and felt Taehyung’s long fingers prodding at his hole, already stretched around Hoseok’s stiff cock.

Taehyung shifted and began to press his thick, blunt tip in alongside Hoseok. All three moaned, and Jin struggled to relax as his ass was forced open. 

“Fuck me, please—“ Jin begged, whining against the couch. Taehyung’s cock was halfway inside him, as deep as he could reach with Hoseok taking room too. The two obeyed, working together to fuck Jin hard and fast. He screamed until his voice broke, and could feel tears rolling down his cheeks. It aches and hurt, but felt perfect. Jin came without warning, spilling on the couch under him. His ass clenched, making both of the others cry out. 

From the corner of his eye, he saw Namjoon slip quietly into the room. Jin moaned, reaching for him.

“Use my mouth if you need to come,” he panted, his voice halting and stuttered as Hoseok and Taehyung did their best to destroy his ass.

Namjoon approached, letting his half hard cock free of his pants. The three shifted on the couch so Jin could lift himself on his arms, allowing Namjoon to sit on the arm of the couch. He grabbed Jin’s hair and pushed his head down on his cock, holding Jin still.

Jin did his best, moaning, swallowing, and licking Namjoon as he swelled in his mouth. When he was hard enough, Namjoon began to fuck his throat. 

Jin’s eyes rolled back, all thought fleeting. He was overwhelmed with pleasure, body aching and sore but so, so good. He wondered if he was going to pass out. 

Hoseok came first, shouting Jin’s name. He pulled out carefully and moved over, allowing Taehyung to drive the rest of the way in.  He moved over, sharing a gentle kiss with Namjoon despite the aggressive pumping of Namjoon’s cock down Jin’s aching throat. 

It was Namjoon that came next, shouting against Hoseok’s mouth. Hoseok reached forward and grabbed Jin’s head, forcing him down until his nose was pressed against Namjoon’s pubic mound. 

Jin gagged and coughed as Namjoon came down his throat, tears welling in his eyes. 

Namjoon and Hoseok finally let him go, Namjoon’s final rope of come splashing over the curve of his nose and cheeks.

Hoseok chuckled as Jin coughed. “Now he looks like what he is. A cute little fuck toy.” 

Jin slumped down, his eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion overtook him. He was vaguely aware of Taehyung in his ass, chasing his own orgasm, but his mind began to drift, fading and fuzzing around the edges. 

He heard Taehyung’s orgasm; the steady grunt and sigh as he finished. When Taehyung pulled out, his cock was immediately replaced by one only half hard. He felt the familiar gentle swell and then heat, and tried to smile; Hoseok must have decided to empty his bladder before getting to work after all.

“You okay?” Taehyung’s voice sounded distant and muffled with cotton. Jin nodded, not bothering to open his eyes.

“‘M tired,” he slurred.

“I would think so; you’ve been our toy for hours now,” Hoseok said. He slipped his soft cock from Jin’s hole and replaced the plug. “Get some rest, hyung. The others can come use you here if they need to.”

Jin nodded again, too exhausted to argue. He felt a gentle kiss on his temple, and the world faded to a soft darkness. 

[joopiterjoon]

Miss Me? | KNJ x KSJ

Pairing: Namjoon x Seokjin

Genre/Rating: +18, PWP, Smut

Wordcount: 3.7k

Tags/Warnings: Seokjin POV, ex-sugar baby au?, Jin’s a lil bratty, Namjoon’s a lovestruck rich hot dork, anal sex, swearing, using Discipline and Punish as underwear, kind-of-unedited

a/n: this is a commission for the ARMY for AAPI fundraiser! Please consider donating or checking out our resources! For the lovely @thatlongspringnight​, I kind of put a twist on “domestic life” and why is there so much backstory here, but I hope you enjoy! Lastly, thank you to @hobeemin​ for betareading :D

Read on ao3

[fictionalarsonist]

stranded — preview

.pairing ›_ yoongi x jungkook / taehyung x yoongi (tae!gi) / namjoon x jin

.premise ›_ Jungkook never expected his experiment to work out, much like the others scientists and scholars, he didn’t believe in the existance of parallel worlds. But, he does and to Jungkook that’s reason enough to be laughed at while spending his time and energy in the research. Despite his own skepticism, the experiment works and now he’s trapped in a world completely different of his own where he’s called Stranded, marginalized by society.

.genre/au ›_ angst ; some fluff ; parallel worlds au ; soulmates au ; soul bond au ; pseudo-science ; strangers to lovers ; doctor!yoongi ; professor!namjoon ; scientist!jungkook .r ›_ pg13 .warnings   ›_ cursing ; drinking ; smoking

.credit  ›_ moodboard psd template by JJ-247

a/n ›_ this is an unedited preview.part of the drabble series #03  — v. “i’d come for you” requested at ao3.

Yoongi watches as Jungkook moves, slowly, hesitant. Knowing the taboo this would imply for others, but Yoongi doesn’t mind. He never did. He might’ve been hesitant before because of the social norm and barriers drilled in his mind, but he’s been always wanting this.

With his lips parted and eyes closing slowly, Yoongi waited, patiently as Jungkook inched closed until they’re kissing. It’s nothing but a quick attempt; short and sweet that had Yoongi chasing Jungkook’s lips once the other pulls away to look at him for comfirmation. Yoongi sighs, resting his hand on Jungkook jaw, his thumb tracing patterns on Jungkook’s skin.

“I’ve made my decision already,” Yoongi confessed and inched closer, “I’m not going anywhere if you don’t want me to.”

Jungkook wanted to say something, but he simply shakes his head, nodding. Yoongi mutters an “Okay?” and Jungkook replies weakly. A half-smile on Yoongi’s lips makes Jungkook forget his hesitance and simply close his eyes again and angle his head as Yoongi’s hand guides him. They’re lips fit so perfectly and Jungkook hears something that sounds like a moan coming from him.

He knows he’d feel guilty about this later, but, just for now, he wants Yoongi to have him.

[brightlytae]

Grow as we Go || Taekook

Synopsis:

Their meeting is by chance. Jungkook's first day on the job, Taehyung's last...

The story of two boys who meet several times through the years and try to find their place in the world, and with each other...

Pairing: Kim Taehyung/ Jeon Jungkook

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, slice of life, pining, time skips, slow burn

Rating: teens and up

Warnings: not physical cheating but having feelings for someone else whilst in a relationship, inexplicit scenes of a sexual nature, implied homophobia and internalised homophobia, discussions of therapy.

Word count: 80,645

PART 1- RUNAWAY: Time goes by...

PART 2- TEMPORARY LOVE: Time stands still...

PART 3- HONEST MAN: Time moves on...

[houseforarmys]

Namjin are a couple and without realizing, Joon falls for Hobi too and things get kind of awkward because he doesn’t want to lose either of them so both Jin and Hobi are willing to give polyamory a try💗

yeees!!!🥺 i wanna elaborate more over why this idea is such a ten out of ten but the only thing that comes in my brain is yeeeeeees so sorry for thatsksksk

pairing: namjinseok

genre: angst with happy ending (no warnings)

"can we talk?" namjoon asked that one day, and nothing seemed to be the same after.

he had been terrified to say the least, and seokjin had reacted better than he had expected but the situation was awkward anyways. he told his boyfriend that he had feelings for someone else, and even if he made it clear that he still had feelings for him, he still felt like shit.

seokjin replied with a simple and emotionless oh, one that broke namjoon's heart and made him move his boyfriend's face between his hands before kissing his forehead with those hurt eyes. the last thing namjoon wanted was to hurt him.

"i still love you, i swear. jin, i would never change you, or the time we had together, but i didn't want to keep kissing you while i felt like this. it wouldn't have been fair to you,"

seokjin nodded and namjoon didn't know what it meant. his hands now were on top of his, and it was supposed to be translated in comfort, but they were cold and so was his expression.

"this guy, do i know him?" he asked.

"slightly? you met him twice, or few more times. hoseok, remember him?" he nodded. namjoon looked down. "i don't mean anything, and nothing has happened between us! i would never dare to do that to you, baby. but i feel so... weird when i'm with him, the same way when we started dating,"

"i understand, joon. it's fine," seokjin reply made him perk up. "but i don't know what you mean, or what this means. you love me, you say. but you love him too, then how does that work?"

"i don't know, hyung,"

his hands left seokjin's face to clean his tears, the ones that bloomed from fear of losing the man he loved. seokjin just got up and walked to the window, eyes lost in the builds nearby. then, he spoke.

"that guy, hoseok. does he like you back?"

"i don't know, hyung,"

"i wanna meet him. and i wanna ask him, and if i can make you have him and me at the same time, god you know i'll try. but i don't think this will be easy, joon,"

namjoon cried.

"i don't wanna lose you," he sobbed. "but i swear if i ever see him kissing someone else i will lose my mind and cry about it for months,"

"i know, baby," seokjin said, now kneeling in front of him, cleaning the tears off himself. "i know,"

hoseok showed up few hours later, when namjoon had stopped crying and when seokjin had managed to stop the flow of thoughts in his mind. he was wearing a smile that meant no sadness and seokjin had to smile back, but he couldn't. it made hoseok's smile drop.

"all good?" he asked. seokjin shrugged and let him in.

by the time hoseok sat on the couch, namjoon was still in their bedroom, not brave enough to go out and seokjin knew there were different ways and manners to face the issue. but he let his anxiety control him.

"do you like namjoon?" he asked, tone sharp. "be honest, don't lie to me even if i'm his boyfriend,"

"i, what? hyung, what on earth are you saying? you're dating him!"

"and i asked if you liked him regardless of me dating him,"

hoseok only took a minute to breathe and then to reply with a nod, one in which he didn't dare to look up at seokjin.

"he likes you. told me this morning. said that he was scared that he's lose me for telling me but he couldn't get to kiss me while still thinking of you,"

"oh,"

"please, i know the truth now. he likes you, you like him, it's... fucking weird to be in the middle like this, but i don't wanna lose him, call me selfish,"

"i don't think you're selfish. you were the one that called me to sort it out," hoseok said, that dumb hearted smile back on. "and besides, i like you too,"

well that was unexpected.

"excuse me, what?" hoseok chuckled. "it's not funny,"

"i... do. i just could never say anything because you two were together and happy," hoseok explained. "but i do like you,"

"hoseok, i,"

"you don't like me. i know,"

"i'm willing to try if it means that namjoon is happy. i want him happy, and i don't wish you any bad, hoseok. i just... guess i gotta grow to it," seokjin said, hoseok's eyes lighting up. "you can kiss him, you two can go on dates, do the nasty shit, i don't care. just keep him happy. and about us... i'll see. i doubt you're hard to love, if me trying will make namjoon happy, i wanna try. i won't lose anything,"

"you're willing to try? for me?" namjoon's voice spook both of them. they looked back to look at him, standing under the entrance to the living room with red puffy eyes. "hyung, you don't have to go through that just for me,"

"nah, what do you mean through that? i'm gonna see you laughing, smiling. i'm gonna see you happy and loved, i'll love that,"

"but by someone that isn't you," hoseok said.

"but by someone who loves him as much as i do," seokjin replied. "go on, kiss. i'm not stopping you. no tongue though,"

"so we can do the nasty stuff but no tongue?" hoseok joked around, seokjin mocked him in the back. and namjoon smiled as he ran to kiss his boyfriend.

then, once seokjin's lips had been kissed, and after having had another nod from seokjin, namjoon planted a kiss on hoseok's lips and when both laughed at each other's lips, seokjin smiled because well, that was cute.

"you guys are cute," he said. hoseok didn't talk, just pressed a kiss on his cheek and seokjin blushed. "thanks,"

"no, thank you," hoseok said.

(years later, in a house with too many plants and too much yellow for seokjin's liking, the three of them cuddled in bed. hoseok woke them up with lip kisses that made them smile and have a nice day immediately, and seokjin, seeing not only namjoon's happiness but his own, realized that having a bad week of stress and anxiety when namjoon confessed was nothing compared to the happiness it'd give them.)

[nerielle]

wonderful night falls

author: neri (nerielle @ AO3, neriwrites @ Twitter)

fandom: BTS

pairing: taejin

rating: T

word count: ~4.1K | complete

warnings: n/a!

summary: seokjin is baking for the company holiday party & his artsy neighbor taehyung will help decorate cookies if seokjin brings him as his +1. written for the BTS Holiday Fest! 

find it over on AO3 and enjoy the Spotify playlist!

[drawballa]

College AU Comic Master Post

Character Sheets: Jungkook & Jimin / Namjoon, Yoongi & Tae

Special EPs: Halloween

Episodes: EP1 / EP2 / EP3 / EP4 / EP5 / EP6 / EP7 / EP8 / EP9 / EP10 / EP11 / EP12 / EP13 / EP14 / EP15 / EP16 / EP 17 / EP 18 / EP 19 / EP 20 / EP21 / EP22 / EP23 / EP24 / EP25 / EP26 / EP27 / EP 28 / EP29 / EP30 / EP31 / EP32 / EP33 / EP34

[joonsrack]

+Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon

+Genre: SFW (this chapter), E2L, attempt at crack, slow burn, WIP

+Word count: 1.2k (this chapter)

+Chapter: Prologue | 1 | ?

+Rating: General audience (this chapter; rating might go up as story progress)

+Warning:  No warning for now, except maybe the fact that i’m trying my hand at crack

+Summary: 

Celebrity chef Kim seokjin needs to salvage his reputation after being dragged in the news paper as a heartless monster out to make people cry. Enters his agent with the worst idea ever and one Kim Namjoon, the worst cook ever.

(Or: Jin is a Korean Gordon Ramsay and Joon is the bane of his existence.)

+A/N: Hello. This is for the Luv Library Collab - Culinary & Cuisine, which was due like ten days ago.... anyways. This was supposed to be a one shot but i realized i wanted to explore this plot more, so it became a WIP. I’m really proud of what the prologue came out like, heres to hoping i can pull this off during the whole thing :P

Seokjin slaps the paper down on his manager’s desk, looking like the perfect picture of confusion and exasperation. The phone is ringing in the background, as it has for the past twenty-four hours, slowly dragging him ring by ring down into insanity.

“Why are you showing me this? How is that any different than all the other times?”

Yoongi sighs deeply, not looking away from the new lamp on his desk; the fifth one this month.

Some people stress-clean, some stress-bake; Yoongi stress-shops light fixtures.

“This,-” he stresses, “is very different than all the other times” He purses his lips for a moment, finally sparring him a look after wiping away at an imaginary dust from the lampshade. “You made Jeon Jungkook cry.-”

“ Allegedly! ”

“- He’s the nation’s baby. The public wants your head” He says, picking up the magazine and waving it lethargically around for emphasis. “There will be blood to pay”.

He throws the magazine back at Jin, Jin catching it in extremis. On the first page is in big bold yellow letters: Celebrity chef Kim Seokjin bullies nation’s sweetheart Jeon Jungkook. Then in smaller characters: Has fame gotten to his head? There’s a screenshot of the tweet taking up most of the front page, looking very dramatic for what it really is.

“He asked me to rate his cooking and showed me dog vomit, what was I supposed to do?!” Jin asks, voice reaching high proportions. He doesn’t whine. He’s an adult. 

“Not asking him if this was the digested version would have been a good start.”

“And be kind to someone with an anime profile picture? In which universe?

“Couldn’t you see the little blue verified sign by his name?”

“ Anime. profile. picture. ”

Yoongi doesn’t answer, and Seokjin can’t hold back a groan. All of this happened because of the devil that is Jeon Jungkook. He knew exactly what he was doing, faking those tears during that live. Now his fans are onto him, making his life miserable.

“I merely told him his food looked like shit, but his fanbase- they’re” He pauses, shivers. Yoongi gets this unfocused faraway look in his eyes, probably going through some serious PTSD of all the time Jin set off idol’s fans. 

The phone rings, cutting through what probably is some very violent flashbacks. Yoongi fiddles at the lamp switch nervously, turning it on and off a few times to help keep his calm.

It’s the ring too many, and Jin rips the cord out of the phone in a flare of exasperation.

Under Yoongi’s startled stare, he lets his body sag on one of the couches, using the magazine to shield his eyes. Artfully, mind you; he’s not being dramatic, he’s being emotionally expressive. This situation is emotionally draining, and he needs to lay down for a sec. This probably the biggest crisis since he started gaining popularity, bigger than the time he accidentally asked Brad Pitt for nudes on twitter (Accidentally meaning he was drunk. Or so that’s what the public believes).

There’s a stretch of silence, both men contemplating every decision that led them here, in this office, with this pesky problem that is Jeon Jungkook faking tears on one of his lives to get back at Seokjin for calling his food ‘ animal regurgitation ’.

“Do you think this is the right hue for my office?” Yoongi asks distractedly, breaking the contemplating silence.

Jin sits up, letting his weight rest back on his elbow. “In all honesty it makes your head look big.” 

Yoongi’s eyes go sharp, taking badly to Jin’s criticism. He purses his lips, eyebrow arching to complete the look.

“Anyways, I found a solution.” he says, an evil glint appearing in his eyes.

“You did?” Seokjin asks, fully sitting up as confusion and worry mix in his guts. His agent waited all this time to bring it up, that just can’t be good.

Yoongi nods slowly, a mean smile stretching his lips. “I was unsure if it was the right one until now, but I think it just might be the thing to help us out of our little situation.”

“Oh?” Jin says, gulping loudly.

    “Oh, no.” Namjoon says, looking quite pale. “Absolutely not. I’ll get sued. We’ll get sued.”

“Come on now, Joonie. Think about it. It would be a good opportunity to promote your new album-”

“Playlist.” Namjoon corrects Hoseok, who ignores him.

“-Plus it’ll make you look relatable in the public’s eyes.” 

“How is me being an agent of destruction in the kitchen relatable in anyone’s eyes?”

“Look, all you have to do is go there, try not to chop your fingers off, make sure at least one of your dimples is visible at all times, and then you’re done.”

“Ok but what about my dignity? How can I ever rap about having an automatic dick if the whole nation learns I’m a useless adult.”

“Oh baby,” Hoseok says, a playful glint in his eyes. “You broke three pair of sunglasses in front of your fans last month. They already know.”

Namjoon grimaces.

“This is on a whole other level of public humiliation, Hyung. Me, in a kitchen, cooking.”

Hoseok sighs, rounding his desk he was leaning on to ruffle through the papers covering it. He’s usually a neat freak but they’ve been very busy with his last release. He grabs something from under a pile of paperwork, letting out a victorious ‘hah!’.

“There,” He says, holding out a brown envelope to Namjoon. “-It’s the proposal. Read it, and think about it, but I sincerely believe this could be a good way to promote your album.”

“Playlist.” He corrects, more resigned this time. 

His album hasn’t been doing too well; not bad, but not good either. They’re having trouble gaining traction, his agency on the smaller side and struggling to be taken seriously. He’s grateful for everything Hoseok is doing, and this is no exception. He knows he needs to do this, dignity or not.

Until something catches his eyes in the first few lines. There’s the title of the show, the producer name, the dates of filming, a slight summary of what the show is about, and then:

MC: Kim Seokjin

Because life hates him. 

His heart goes double his regular rate, hands becoming sweaty under half a second. His clothes seem suddenly too tight, too warm.

He can still remember, on that faithful pre-debut evening, lounging in his bunk bed while watching his favorite youtuber talk about himself.

It was before Kim Seokjin went mainstream and landed himself his own cooking show. Back when Eat Jin, his channel, had under 400k subscribers, and it was mostly videos of him cooking his favorite food and then gorging himself. This particular video was a Q&A, and for some reason he couldn’t understand, Namjoon was fascinated by this man, so of course he was watching it attentively. He was funny, handsome, charmingly witty in his answers. 

But it only took one sentence from Jin for Namjoon to finally understand exactly why he was so obsessed with the man:

“I like it. When my mouth is full of food. Because when I swallow, a large amount of food goes down and it feels like I’m almost going to choke- I really like that feeling.”

Namjoon had dropped his phone from the top bunk, too busy having an epiphany to even notice the sound of it smashing on the floor.

His sexual orientation was never the same after that night. 

And now he was going to lose his dignity in front of his gay awakening catalyst.