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whatifyoulivelikethat · 11 months ago

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not allowed xvii, m | jjk

pairing(s): est. poly relationship – yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: The date of Jeon Jungkook's mandatory military service is drawing close. There's a heart-to-heart... following by fucking all three holes. What? That harsh training is easier to endure when Jungkook has nice memories of his girlfriend's sweet, sweet ass.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; JK and reader only; relationship talk; all the feels and heart eyes; smut (fem reader, all the kisses, nipple play, fingering [pussy + ass], f and m-receiving oral + face fucking, slight edging, anal doggy, vaginal penetrative sex, mentions of m-masturbation, multiple orgasms); idol!BTS - Yoongi x reader x Jungkook; reader is JK’s noona; based on real time (before 2023.12.11) this is late but I can't not send off the bunbun :D

part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your bf asked JK to fuck you, twice, and then on the regular. blue haired JK. 2021 YG birthday, ‘Butter’, wiyllt remix. new skill acquired, JK’s sheer pj punishment, 2021 JK birthday, during PTD in LA, 2022 HNY, 2022 YG birthday, PTD in LV, 2022 JK birthday; 2022 Christmas, before YG's service

“Yoongi warned me.”

“Hm?”

He didn’t have much time left. But he made time for you. He had made your favorite food (crispy samgyeopsal, hehe), bought you a gift even though you didn’t want to accept them (ended up being Google Play gift cards, which you gladly accepted; however, they came with a stipulation – “you better buy all of my and SUGA-hyung’s in-game outfits with this”), and made you take off your shirt (???????) to yank one of his white Calvin Klein t-shirts over your head. You always refused physical items from him. After all, you didn’t date him for the money, plus you didn’t want anyone to notice that you had any lavish gifts. They would think you had a suga daddy or something.

Hehe.

“Noona, it’s a t-shirt. Most people can afford a Calvin Klein t-shirt. Why do you think I accepted the campaign?”

“So you could be shirtless for a reason?”

“Hey!”

“Hmm, all for ARMY, huh?”

“That includes you too, you know.”

You had grinned at Jeon Jungkook then and, just this once, you accepted his gifts. He had smiled back with those round cheeks, bright white teeth, sparkling eyes, and a newly bald head. It was a strange look to see him in, but he made it amusing, joking about it all night, not addressing the why even though you both knew the part of life that was yet to come. He puffed his chest, shirtless, and jokingly pumped up his muscles.

“You remind me of The Rock right now,” you quipped.

His head tilted in confusion. “Eh?”

You pulled up a photo of Dawyne Johnson. “I expect your biceps to be this big after eighteen months.”

“Woah! That’s impossible!”

“Just imagine ARMY’s faces when you show up at the first concert as buff as The Rock. Still bald,” you laughed good-naturedly, setting your phone down. “We gotta pick someone to People’s Elbow.”

“Seokjin-hyung would never agree.”

“You said it, not me.”

Jungkook was laughing with you. It slowly died out, your smile remaining, and he was smiling back. You had noticed this feeling all night. Something weighing on him even though he was trying to be as normal as possible. It suddenly occurred to you that you were in a unique position now. You always had to hide your true emotions about Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook, staying silent until you were behind closed doors and only in their presence. After all, who would understand the love between you and two men, let alone two of the most talented and most famous world-class superstars of BTS? You could confide in no one. But now, everyone knew the timeline of their service to their country. It would not be strange for you to say out loud, in public, that you missed them being around.

It was…

Comforting.

Just knowing that you could say it out loud and people would likely say, me too, even if no one really knew what you truly meant.

Those big brown eyes searched your face. You smiled softly at him and didn’t back away, letting him find what he needed. You knew Jungkook wanted to say something, but you didn’t press for it. He would tell you on his own time. He was always like that.

“Yoongi warned me.”

You paused. “Hm?”

He came closer and held your shoulders. You looked up, seeing the infinite sky and the endless universe in those eyes. The strangest adjustment for you was not the hair but the lack of piercings. They had remained constant (or as constant as Jungkook had allowed, heh) even when his hair changed. He had removed all of them now, leaving only earrings in his lower earlobe that he would have to eventually have to remove too. Still, it was the same person looking back at you. No matter how many years passed, no matter how much his appearance changed, the pureness of his emotions always shone through those big peepers.

The original Magic Shop was that big heart of his, after all.

He made wishes come true all the time.

“I’m not… good at speaking or anything…” Jungkook mumbled, chewing the left side of his lower lip, exposing that familiar and well-loved underlip mole. He always started off with that. You didn’t interrupt even though you wanted to tell him he was always super obvious to read. Especially to you. “I… I wished I spent more time with you.”

You stilled, not expecting that. “Well, you know I understand–”

Jungkook smiled and shook you a little, telling you to shut up. You only did because of the faint sadness in his expression. “That’s what Yoongi-hyung warned me about. That you would understand. That you would always understand, no matter what. But, still… I know, I spent a lot of this year working on my album and flying to places and trying new things and recording content I knew ARMY would like. I really wanted to prepare stuff everyone could enjoy while we were gone.”

You chuckled. “Am I not included in that? You just said so earlier.”

He stubbornly shook his head. “You are different, noona. There are not enough hours for all the time I want to spend with you.”

You waited for him to look back to you again. He looked apologetic. He had run out of time. There was no one more time. But he never needed to give you more. You had always been grateful for every second, every minute, every hour that he gave you.

“Any time with you is enough for me, Jungkook.”

He held you tight.

“But it’s not enough for me.”

He was holding onto your shoulders very firmly. You could tell he did not want to cry. You gave him a moment to breathe. He blinked hard and swallowed, letting out a heavy exhale, expansive eyes full of glistening stars.

“I know you’ll be fine, noona.”

He tiled his head down, leaning his forehead against yours, and there were no shadows of his hair, just soft warm light all around.

“I have saved thousands of photos,” you murmured, and he cracked a smile. “And I’ll definitely still see your face all over Korea. I won’t be able to escape you, I promise.”

He stared into your eyes.

“You’re the strongest person I know.”

You closed your eyes and breathed in, imprinting Jungkook’s clean scent into your memory.

“Even stronger than Yoongi,” he whispered, and you imprinted his voice into your memory too, even though you already had many of his words archived already.

“Don’t let him know you said that,” you whispered back. “He’ll get sulky.”

His breath trembled against your lips.

“But I won’t be fine knowing I should have done more.”

You reached up and wrapped your arms around him, hooking your hands behind his shoulders.

“There is no should here. And you are stronger than you know. You’ll be golden, my love.”

You used to only use that for Yoongi. You both mostly hated pet names. Somehow, my love snuck its way in there. It was never used lightly. There was weight to it. And now you used it for Jungkook, in the same tone, with the same softness. My love. Every time you felt him shiver and hold you tighter. Tilted his head to close the distance. You kissed him back, letting it linger, letting it take shape as a core memory. You let him be the one to break it. You let him take one of your hands and hold it up to his, palm to palm, fingertips touching.

He looked down at your joined touch for a moment.

At the same time, your fingers and his fingers curled forward and interlocked.

“Hyung and I are lucky to have you.”

“Dunno, sometimes my jokes aren’t smooth like butter.”

Jungkook squeezed your hand tighter, chuckling lightly. “You know what I mean, noona.”

“Do I?”

Then he surprised you.

“I’ve never heard you complain about your situation even though you had every reason and every chance to.”

He had noticed.

He really is growing up, huh?

“There’s nothing I need to complain about. I’m pretty lucky, I think,” you hummed.

“With adamant-almost-insufferable personality SUGA-hyung and very-difficult-to-handle Jungkookie?”

They were light-hearted words but the way he said it was not so. His tone indicated this was something spoken about between them. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you preferred it. Not only did they have complimentary personalities but they had someone who understood their unique situation well. But you also understood the apprehension. They had expressed it before.

“You two are my favorite challenges,” you chuckled, rubbing your nose against Jungkook’s. “Life is too boring without you.”

It had probably been a bad decision back then. After all, the agency was against Min Yoongi and you dating from the start, telling him repeatedly that romantic relationships were not allowed. But with youth and stubborn personalities came resilience. And becoming really good at lying to authority. Whoops. The agency both had to low-key accept what was going on and slowly relaxed over time. But life had other ideas to make your love life even more unconventional. And hectic.

(And loud. Jeon Jungkook was very loud.)

Of course, life was hard, but every life was. In fact, maybe challenge was the wrong word as it had possible negative connotations. The odd hours, the lost sleep, the sneaking around, the no-gifts rule, the creative dates behind closed doors – these things were a small price to pay in the light of the unbreakable connections you had between Yoongi and Jungkook.

Not one red line of fate, but two.

One silver.

One golden.

Jungkook held your face in his hands.

“ARMY is the reason I live, but you are the reason I know my heart is always safe.”

You tried not to wince and shifted your eyes from side to side. Eerily similar to a certain someone. Hard to tell if it was a habit that you picked up from Yoongi or one he had picked up from you. You could tell Jungkook was being sincere, but it was still a dramatic cheesy compliment that you weren’t used to accepting. He laughed and deliberately peppered theatrical smooches all over your face that you tried to squirm away from, successfully breaking away and starting a chase throughout his home where he would catch you and pick you up to yell that he loved you straight into your ear, followed by a kissing frenzy. You would temporarily lose hearing and wiggle away to start the cycle all over again, knowing full well that you couldn’t run faster than him. Maybe something to think about for the new year.

In those moments, everything was perfect.

In those moments, the world was only you and him.

In those moments, no one could break the wholeness between you and him.

No one but time.

You both tumbled into his bed, laughing, childish, holding onto each other. Somehow, your hand landed on his waist and his ended up in your hair, playing with it, and Jungkook asked you how you did it.

“Do what?” you teased with a smirk.

“I sometimes think about if I could love someone else, but I really can’t,” Jungkook frowned, running his fingertips over your temple. “I just get obsessed and can’t stop.”

“Oh, I know.”

Everyone knew that, keke.

“I got jealous of hyung, really,” he admitted. “Not only because he had you, but because it seemed to work so well. And then it turns out that you guys really are perfect.”

You rolled your eyes. “We’re not perfect–”

“It made me love you even more,” Jungkook continued, talking over you. “You pair with him so well. You pair with me well. You’ve always listened to me. Really paid attention. You know what I want before I say anything. You sometimes even know how I feel before I know. You know everything.”

“I definitely don’t know everything,” you scoffed. “Stop making stuff up.”

“And you never get mad at me.”

You shrugged. “The trick is to always be mad.”

“Hey!”

You grinned. Softened a bit when you saw his narrowed eyes and pout.

“Life’s too short to be mad at you.”

Jungkook’s expression changed at your words.

“When you’re young, you think you have all the time in the world, but that’s not true,” you sighed, remembering how it was. “Time is finite. Why waste it letting things pile up and be resentful? It is better to know yourself, to articulate how you feel, and to approach problems with confidence that you can solve them. There are things people can do and things people can’t. Even if… Even if things don’t work out tomorrow, I will have lived knowing I did what made me happy and knowing I did everything I could to make you happy.”

You squeezed his waist and exhaled softly.

“Maybe I can’t do that forever. But is that a reason to stop? I don’t think so. So what if people think it’s wrong? So what if people don’t believe in my heart? So what if they think it can’t be done? Wrongness is not as easy to define as people would like it to be. I only need you and Yoongi to believe in my heart for it to be true, and my toxic trait has always been that I think I can do anything, hah…”

A year and a half was a short time. And a long time, perhaps, but dedication and loyalty were always the foundation you built these precious feelings on. Maybe it wasn’t very romantic to rely on your stubbornness to stay in love, but it did help keep promises.

“You ask me, how do I do it?”

You had hesitated in the beginning not for your sake, but theirs. It was hard to live complicated. It was harder to love in a complicated way. It was impossible made possible through sheer determination, and maybe everything would become more impossible in the future, but it would be disingenuous to right now if you let those worries consume you, and it was important to you for your love to know that every moment with them was never taken for granted. As long as you made that promise, you would spare no expense.

The only way to do that was to, of course, live like that.

“I love you because I want to, with everything I have. And I will never make a promise I don’t intend to keep.”

Jungkook stared at you with awe.

“You’re so cool, noona.”

You half-smiled. Not denying it. “Can you tell Yoongi that so he stops disagreeing with me?”

He grinned mischievously. “He actually thinks you’re really cool too, but he didn’t want me to tell you that.”

“That punk–”

Words fell away. You wouldn’t say the conversation was surprising, but you hadn’t expected that level of depth. You appreciated it. Maybe it had been Yoongi’s idea, but it had been up to Jungkook to vocalize it. You understood that it meant a lot to him who thought he wasn’t elegant in his communication. He didn’t have to worry though. You could feel his sincerity in other ways. In the way he looked at you, turning to lift himself over your body, fitting his hand over your wrist above your head. You shifted to be on your back, looking back with a playful smile. In the way he leaned in and kissed you. In the way his free hand grazed the hem of the t-shirt and slid over your skin.

He showed rather than told.

So show me.

You felt him whimper into the kiss as your tongue slid against his. Felt the shiver of desire as his thumb grazed over your nipple and his fingers close in around your breast. You smiled against his lips. Nothing had changed since the first time. Jungkook still touched you with the same earnestness, the same unflinching lust, pushing away your clothes with the same frustration, as if they personally offended him by existing. But he was different too, savoring the moment, letting his hot exhale wash over you, kissing down your neck in the way you liked, sliding his arms under you so he could dig his short nails into your back and make your spine arc and your chest press against his, his teeth biting into the curve of your shoulder and sucking hard.

You gasped, gripping his shoulder tightly.

His forearms tensed against your back, kissing back up to your ear and biting down just under it, leaving his marks on your skin, your pulse thundering under his devouring lips.

Good thing winter called for turtlenecks and scarves.

You looked down at him when Jungkook scooted back and licked up the center of your torso, slow and dripping saliva, feeling the heat and wetness and possessiveness in the action, opening his eyes slowly as he lifted his head from your cleavage, those brown irises dark and heavy with desire.

“The baldness makes it feel like I’m sexing up a stranger,” you admitted with a snicker.

He glared. “Shuddup. I’m tryin’ to be sexy here.” His Busan satoori came out more when he was done with your bullshit.

“Keep trying. It’s fun,” you cheerfully remarked.

What?

It was fun to annoy him. It worked too, for his anxious need to make this a perfect moment dropped and was superseded by raw emotion and carnal need. He dropped his head and worked his mouth all over your breasts. Lips, tongue, teeth. Your breath caught in your throat, back arching, sparks over your skin, and his arms pulled out from under you. He gripped your thighs, curling his tongue around your hard nipples and making you moan from his mouth. Flaring his tongue over one, pushing it around, sucking, then moving to the other, sinking his fingers into your thighs, groaning as your hands encircled his head and pushed him closer, more, your head pressed to the soft pillows he always brought out when you stayed over.

Jungkook’s usual sleeping pillow was not optimal for fucking.

Facts were facts.

(You still didn’t understand how he was comfortable on that cylinder but he was one of the seven wonders of the world. The other six being the rest of BTS, of course.)

It was never about what, but how.

It was never about who he was, but about who he was with you.

He kissed up your collarbones, leaving your skin tingling with the strange sensation of missing lip rings. His fingers dipping inwards, your thumbs prickled by his short hair, and your eyes connected as his fingertips slipped under your panties, stroking your wet slit, shuddering as he felt your heat while basking in the heat of your gaze, stilling your inhale.

The moment settled into memory.

Burned.

He pushed two fingers inside you and your moans were cut off by his lips, roughly kissing you as your hips rose and your pussy locked around him, closing your eyes to turn low-lit reality into a continuous dream. One of your hands sliding down and into his pants, cupping your palm around his erection still constricted by his boxer briefs. Creating a rhythm, his fingers pushing in, your erratic breath making his, rubbing his hardness with each wave of pleasure, feeling the fervor build between bodies, layer by layer, the physicality becoming more intense with the depth of emotion, deeper, his cock throbbing under your touch, catching his tongue, feeling his saliva mix with yours and trickle down your throat.

Pleasure seeping into every fiber of your being.

“J… Jungkook…”

He ducked his head, your hand falling out of his pants, but your protest was cut off by the overwhelming ecstasy of his lips around your nipple once again, flicking it with his tongue, fucking you with more force, and your hips matched his pace, your head tipping back, throat exposed to the air, unafraid, moaning to the ceiling, close, closer, there.

Gasping sharply, and your walls clenched around his fingers, spasming, the heavy and sweet scent of sex bursting into the air, coating his fingers, sticking to your thighs, racing electricity up your stomach and into your lungs, the orgasm leaving you shockingly breathless.

Then your eyes rolled up into your head when Jungkook pushed himself down the bed, peeling your soaked panties down your legs, and he shoved his face between your legs, moaning hotly when his tongue met slick skin, your hands immediately gripping the sheets, your hips bucking into his face, ravenous for the sensation of circling tongue and soft lips, your eyelids fluttering as your swollen clit pulsed against wet muscle.

“F-Fuck…”

It wasn’t elegant but it felt fucking good. Your legs hooked around his shoulders and Jungkook lifted your lower body, his strong hands squeezing your ass, thumbs pressing in and spreading out your holes to give his greedy mouth more access while your thighs suffocated him, your palm pushing down on the crown of his head, shuddering as his tongue circled your trembling pussy.

He sucked up your cum.

Eyes opening and directly looking up at you.

You dug your fingertips into his head and fucked his face.

His eyes rolled back and he thrust his tongue into you, moaning again into your wet heat as you flexed around it, and then he shoved his thumb into your tight ass. Thankfully you had come prepared (and knowing him too well), so it didn’t surprise you, although you were a bit amused at his audacity. It was easy to forget about though, especially when his lips sealed around your clit, licking fervently. His thumb began to push in and out, in, out, his muffled groans vibrating through your core, fingering your ass while sucking your engorged clit. You would think he wouldn’t dare without checking with you first. Then again, he told you all the time to let him in your ass.

He was lucky you had foresight.

He was also right, though, because clearly you were letting him do whatever he wanted and enjoying it.

Hah.

You came again, hard, all the blood rushing to your head and gasping for air.

“Oh? It’s clean.”

“Yeah, something told me you’d try and go for the ass tonight,” you chuckled between pants, only to lose all breath once more as Jungkook planted his knee above your shoulder, mysteriously missing pants and underwear somehow (the spedy efficiency he was capable of when horny was remarkable), pushing down the dark red head of his stiff cock onto your open mouth, shifting his leg as you expertly adjusted your hair out of the way.

You raised an eyebrow at him but all Jungkook did was throw his head back and moan as your tongue wrapped around his girth, molding your mouth around him. His hips flicked forward, and you had the angle, swallowing him deep in your throat, deep enough for your lips to press against the base, his balls smacking into your chin. The tip of your tongue slid out and licked them. He groaned, low and erotic, slowly fucking your face, his pitch hiking as your tongue ran up to the thin skin under the head and down to his balls, smoothly not missing a beat as he dictated the pace. He didn’t touch your head, giving you the chance to move away if it was too much, but he didn’t have to worry. He was getting harder and thicker with this steady pace, his length twitching wildly between your lips, giving you all the control in the world, tilting your head to keep it at the perfect angle, curling your tongue to the underside of his cock to press it to the roof of your mouth and down your throat, anchoring yourself with your hands clutching his hard thighs, his girth stretching you out.

A desperate whine above you and he slowed, almost to full stop.

“N-No… w-wait…”

You calmly continued to move your head back and forth, leisurely, your lips pressed against the base of the head, licking around and around, flaring the slit with the tip of your tongue, his strong flavor invading your taste buds.

His hips nearly buckled and Jungkook cried out, tapping your upper arm hurriedly.

“I… I w-want to fuck your ass…”

Oh.

So that was why he wanted to be as hard as possible.

“You act like I’m gonna let you do anything you want,” you fake complained, choosing to roll onto your elbows after he backed up. Hey, you were going to picking the position here, even if you were succumbing to all his wants. Once again you guessed right. You looked back to see sweat glistening on Jungkook’s collarbones and his wide eyes honed in onto your perky round ass bouncing in the air, on your knees with your chest against the mattress. He carelessly dumped the hand towel back onto the nightstand and ripped open the condom, oblivious to you witnessing his hard dick bobbing up and down in the air as he climbed back onto the bed.

This guy was spacing out staring at your butt.

“Hey, I’m still here,” you joked.

“Uh huh,” was his distracted reply.

You turned back to face forward as his expression disappeared behind you, half-amused but not offended by his one-track mind. You figured he was busy carefully rolling down the condom until you felt his thumb once again press into your tight ring of muscle and heard him moan as he sank inside.

Um.

“Fuck, it’s so tight and so soft inside you…”

While you appreciated his complimenting observations, some warning would have been nice, but, then again, who cared about that, certainly not you as you gripped his sheets and survived on shallow breath and the repeated shallow fullness, in, out, in, out, this time using more force and stretching you out, acutely aware of Jungkook watching your body’s reaction in fascination, his rough pants deepening, hauling himself up.

Forget it.

You didn’t want any warning.

He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with his cock, bottoming out right away.

You clenched your jaw and felt your core tighten involuntarily, his wanton moan striking the air, somehow remembering not to move for a second despite you knowing that he desperately wanted to, his entire body trembling as he gripped your hips. There was a dull ache, of course. His fully hard cock was a lot bigger than a finger, but you knew what was about to happen, experience helping you relax, and then you snapped your ass into his crotch.

Which meant, fuck me.

Pussy dripping, ass full, face down into the sheets that smelled just like him, you pushing back as he thrust into you, any pain fading into a heady euphoric state that was inescapable, overwhelming, unforgettable, his grasp imprinted onto your skin, loud smacks melting into the air filled with your joined, unashamed moans, both giving pleasure as much as receiving it. Sensations piling on sensations, everything you wanted and more. Everything he wanted and more, fuck, I love your ass, probably because you didn’t have as much control over him as you did with your pussy, damn, maybe he was smarter than you thought, gasping as you dropped your torso lower to give his cock a more comfortable angle.

“N-Not fair, y-you can’t go low like that…”

You would have replied, oh yes I can, but you were face-first into his bed getting fucked in the ass, being pounded so hard that even your thighs were shaking, so you only focused on what little breathing you could do, although you did evilly snicker in between thin inhales.

You heard a disapproving huff behind you.

Oop, he heard you.

His grip on your hips tightened and you barely had time to gasp before he slammed into you, deliberate and rough and focusing on giving it to you as hard as he could without cumming too fast. You could tell because his noises were turning into stifled grunts, probably biting down on his lower lip, but then again there wasn’t much you could do to go against what you enjoyed most. Pure, intense fucking, digging the base of your palms into his mattress and throwing your head back, driven by his pace and the rapturous passion, your leaking pussy throbbing with need, filled up in other ways, pulse roaring in your ears and pushed to the brink of tension, deep inside, his name tumbling from your mouth, drawn-out and shaken, your core clenching, adrenaline striking to a feverish high.

Jungkook choked on your name, losing control faster than he could speak.

He came hard and with a tangible jerk that you could feel, even within you, and the thought and sensation sent you over the edge, burying your face into the pillows and letting out a wanton string of curses, powerful pulsations shuddering up your spine, so intense it was nearly an out-of-body experience, heart beating so hard and so fast that you felt like it was going to leap out of your throat.

Well, shit.

Maybe your age was catching up to you.

No time to worry about that though, because the most awkward sound came out of you after Jungkook pulled out with a shuddering gasp.

“Uh…”

“Damn, that’s hot.”

You shot him a look.

Jungkook was sweaty, panting, and pointedly stared back at you, brows furrowed and eyes big, very serious and twice as defiant. “What?! I don’t give a fuck. It means I fucked you so well your body can’t help it but make embarrassing noises.”

…

You were speechless.

Well, he was kind of right and also kind of wrong (gravity and displacement and other various scientific explanations), and strangely sweet for not making you feel bad about it, but also… what the fuck? How are you supposed to respond to that? You gawked at him, scooting to the edge of the bed, intending to leave as he peeled off the used condom and threw it in the trash, but then he blocked you and pushed you back down, unmoving hand on your stomach.

“Um…”

Your legs dangled off the edge of the bed.

“I didn’t say you could go,” Jungkook huffed, narrowing his eyes.

“Well, I wasn’t asking for permission–”

His hard dick smacked your thigh, smearing the remnants of lube and cum onto your skin.

“Hey!”

Then you realized he was holding up another condom in his free hand. Menacingly. Er, would be if he wasn’t so cute. You raised your eyebrows at his stern face, not intimidated in the slightest, but apparently Jungkook didn’t care.

“I want to feel all three of your holes before I go serve my country.”

You blinked slowly.

Was this guy for real?

“Ah, hmmm, I mean I would have let you even without that milestone – woah!”

Despite your (pretend) protests, you weren’t opposed to the back-to-back-to-back nature of each hole being used. Impressed, even, that he planned(?) this, willingly letting yourself be yanked to the edge of the bed with your legs open and propping yourself onto your elbows to watch him roll down the condom on his once-again hard cock. Driven by his insatiable horniness (relatable). You then looked back up to his face, trying not smirk at how sweaty he was.

Failing, obviously.

Jungkook lined up and then glanced at you, realizing your attention on him.

His gaze darkened, turning sly.

“Don’t look so smug, noona.”

“Who, me–?”

Then you choked on your words as he thrust into you with one swift stroke. Unlike your ass, Jungkook knew he didn’t have to wait with your pussy – you had already cum twice and truly loved the tightness that you gripped him with – so he lifted one of your legs and pressed it to his chest, snapping his hips into you over and over, looking down at you. Your body reacted accordingly, back arching, arms outstretched and clawing at the sheets, shallow breath, heatedly staring back at him.

There was a very brief power struggle in which both of you tried to silently assert dominance.

Brief because suddenly neither of you gave a shit. Too lost in the lust. Your other leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and Jungkook fell forward, catching himself with his right hand and still clutching your leg, fucking you harder. Locking eyes. The love in them so real that they glistened, and you held onto his arm tightly, your touch alone reminding him you were always with him, bodies moving in unison, breathless and sharing oxygen, the corner of your lips rising.

Jungkook smiled back.

It would have been chaste if he wasn’t ramming you into the edge of his bed.

His inhale caught and so did yours, realizing you must have shifted your hips slightly, making the angle suddenly perfect, right there, that depth he loved and that spot that scattered all your thoughts, trapping you and him in entangled limbs, chasing the tightness, the heat, the physical overtaking everything. So hard, so solid, his taste still lingering on your tongue, his lips gasping your name, your walls squeezing his length and drawing him in, closer, fuck, I love you, his sweat sticking to your thigh and calf, I love you too, o-oh, you feel so fucking good, and you lifted your body as much as you could to meet his and Jungkook pressed down, his heavy body burning with passion, wanting to feel more too.

You shuddered and your head tipped back.

He groaned, gravelly and hoarse, smacking his hips into your throbbing pussy, and you felt his orgasm after your own, maybe even stronger than before, his cock twitching in your constricting, flinching inner walls, strongly massaging him through his high, digging your nails into his tattooed forearm and hoping no one would notice the marks. Wave after uncontrollable wave, closing your eyes to savor it, inhaling his familiar scent mixed with sex and sweat.

The afterglow lingered.

Jungkook rested his forehead on your breasts, gasping for air.

You ran your fingers over his fuzzy head, breathing heavy and slowing back down to normal. Hm. Somewhat therapeutic, to be honest. You still preferred his longer hair but he pulled off the egg cut better than most. Probably because he had the cutest face ever.

“Your pussy is too good,” he mumbled.

“You lasted pretty long.”

“Not long enough,” he complained to your tits. “Let’s go again.”

“I really need to clean up. We can go again after.”

“Okay, then I’ll just follow you and jack off while you’re cleaning up.”

“That isn’t awkward at all.”

“Why would it be awkward? You look the best naked. My eyeballs and dick have to soak in every second of it.”

“… You do realize you have vacation days, right?”

But, of course, you let him do whatever he wanted, because he was Jeon Jungkook and you could never deny him. Ah, such is life. Hard, but apparently not as hard as his dick was for you.

“That’s really impressive.”

“What? You make me horny! I’m gonna go until I or he literally passes out from exhaustion.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me, noona.”

Welp.

masterpost

#jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #yoonkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #yoonkook x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you

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mak3itr7ght · 3 months ago

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Bf texts pt.1

Pt.2, Pt.3

Couple: BTS x fm!reader

Synopsis: Just random boyfriend texts

Theme: crack, a little suggestive

Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi

Kim Namjoon

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

#bts au #bts au masterlist #bts fanfic #bts #bts x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts smau #bts texts

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euphoricfilter · 2 years ago

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like crazy mini series:

pairing(s): namjoon x reader, seokjin x reader, yoongi x reader, hoseok x reader, jimin x reader, taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: fluff || smut || angst || non-idol au || reincarnation au || strangers to lovers || established relationships || friends to lovers au || regency era au || gang au || college au || slight yandere au? ||

summary: the story of seven loves across eight lives.

word count: estimated 45k total

✧ mood-board : reaching for the stars

🪐 🌠 ∘₊✧─── *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ───✧₊∘ ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . 💫

✧ part one

ੈ summary: the story of why you loved to dance in the rain.

word count: 14k

tags/ warnings: duke! taehyung, jimin, fluff, so much love, angst, death(s)/implied murder, mentions of blood, mentioned suicide, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, smut in the forms of: implied loss of virginity, unprotected sex (don't be stupid, this is fiction), oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, cum play, talks of pregnancy and babies

✧ part two

ੈ summary: the story of how the universe sent you Namjoon

word count: 9.3k

tags/ warnings: gang leader! namjoon, fluff, a lot more love, angst, namjoon is tatted up, death/ murder, mentions of blood, mentioned sex trafficking, mentioned drugs, obsessive relationship, smut in the forms of: dom/ sub themes— kinda mean-ish dom! namjoon, lots of hickies, spitting in a mouth :), biting, strangely feral sex, pussy slapping, unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), pull out method (again, don’t be stupid), doggy style, squirting, the briefest ass play, implied/planned aftercare!! because namjoon isn’t heartless

✧ part three

ੈ summary: the story of how sometimes heartbreak hurts more than death

word count: ???

tags/ warnings: college bf! yoongi, fluff, a lot more love, angst, heartbreak, smut scene includes: public sex, protected sex (because that’s super cool!!), tongue technology master min yoongi, soft sex, multiple orgasms

✧ part four

ੈ summary: the story of when you seem to find out love just maybe isn’t meant for you

word count: ???

tags/ warnings: model! jungkook, baker! jin, hoseok!, fluff, more people in love it’s sick, angst, death/ murder (again), mentions of blood and injury, stalking, mentioned para-social relationship, smut in the forms of: ??? (gotta wait to find out ^~^)

✧ a supplementary story: you never walk alone

ੈ summary: the epilogue

word count: ???

tags/ warnings: ???

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indigobsessed · 1 year ago

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I’ll come back.

pairing : min yoongi x reader (established relationship)

summary : your boyfriend, yoongi, just ended his final tour the other day. who wouldve known not even 24 hours later that his enlistment notice came out and you, his loving girlfriend, found out before he tells you about it.

genre : angst, fluff, a bit suggestive and yoongi being a comforting bf.

rating : SFW

warnings : mentions of military enlistment, crying, slight swearing

wc : 635 words.

a/n : ahh!! first (and last maybe..) post???:&/£/£ i hope you’ll enjoy this :) i’ll do a navigation soon hehe. other than that, im so sad that d-day tour has ended and yoongi’s leaving soon ugh :(. for references, you can check out the d-day vlogs, clips, etc :) not proofread, i think.

“MIN YOONGI!” You burst through the door of his studio after clicking on his passcode aggressively by muscle memory. Your boyfriend turned around his studio chair, staring at you with a puzzled look.

You stood at the door, your eyes filled with angry tears with your phone in hand, showing the military notice. That was until he realised about what he was going to tell you when he comes back to your shared home.

“Oh baby-“ He quickly got up to hold you, but you pushed him away quickly. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” You hissed. Yoongi sighed, knowing that you, his ever loving girlfriend of three years would take a while to fully take it in.

He slowly got up and closed the studio door behind you. Yoongi took your hand and lead you to sit down on his studio couch. You were still silent, not until Yoongi took you into his arms as you let out your tears. “I know, jagi, I know.” He soothed you, rubbing your back in small circles. Your tears staining his grey shirt.

“You promised to tell me Yoongi. I can’t believe I found out like this.” You sobbed out. “I thought we agreed to not keep secrets from eachother.” You continued, your voice shaky.

“Baby, listen to me. Look at me.” Yoongi called out to you in a stern yet soft voice. You pulled away, looking at him with tear-stained cheeks. He looks just as hurt as you. “We talked about this, I know that. But fuck, my love I didn’t even know how to tell you that it was coming soon. I just ended my whole tour yesterday.” He explained. “You didn’t give ARMYs a whole day, Yoongs.” You argued. “You didn’t even give me a day too. I knew it was coming but Yoongi, you didn’t have to remind me.” You continued.

“I know, all these 3 years of being with you and you’ve been there with me throughout everything and I can’t thank you enough. But I’ve let my postponement go on for too long, I have to go at some point too. The sooner I go, the sooner I come back remember?” Yoongi comforts you. Trying his best to calm you down.

You nod, understanding his explanation. “I know it’s my fault for not letting you know any sooner too. I know that it’s not easy to take in.” He rubs your arms. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” Yoongi apologised while peppering kisses on your cheeks.

Memories of the couple during Yoongi’s world tour flashes through your mind. The day out in Chicago, the small holiday in Phuket and diving. Shared kisses, meals and smiles. And intimate moments during the night. It all felt like a fever dream to you.

Tears streaming down your cheeks once more, trying your best to accept that time doesn’t freeze as you wish. “I feel like it’s just yesterday since you told me that you were going on tour, Min.” You said softly, cracking a soft smile at the memory. Both of you hugging and knowing that this will be one of your biggest memories with him. “I remember going on the flight to your first concert location. You were so excited to see your fans.” You giggled as Yoongi smiled apologetically to you.

“I’ll miss them so much too, jagi.” Yoongi spoke out. “And I’ll miss you the most too.”

Yoongi leaned in to kiss you on the lips softly.

“Promise me you’ll come back, or we’re gonna have issues.” You grumbled. It made Yoongi laugh softly.

“I’ll come back. To you, to my brothers, and to ARMYs. Safely.” He reassured you as he placed another comforting kiss on your lips.

He’ll come back safely. As he promised. He is a man of his words after all.

#yoongi fluff #bts fluff #yoongi comfort #yoongi angst #suga #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #suga fluff #suga angst #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi fluff #min yoongi angst #lisy’s writing

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run2yoongi · 2 years ago

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a reunion - chapter one | myg + knj x reader

while you were an obedient, average, faceless student, everyone knew who min yoongi was. a fire-starting, troublemaking bully. when he was inevitably expelled from your school, your whole community decided he was nothing more than an outcast, destined to end up in a life of crime. unfortunately, ten years later, it became clear they weren’t wrong.

compared to him, you were a success story. a career woman, the breadwinner of the family. so, when an encounter with an old ex-boyfriend classmate, kim namjoon brings the three of you back together, you fail to realise how much of your comfortable life is on the line.

↳ pairing: ex bf!namjoon x reader, gangster!yoongi

↳ setting: kinda mafia!au, they're more like gangsters idk

↳ warning: harsh language, yoongi threatens reader, consumption of alcohol

↳ word count: 5.1k

navigation: prologue | chapter one

chapter one.

Exhausted.

That was the only word to describe how you felt. For so long, all you wanted was the be right where you are, a good job, coworkers to each lunch with, a home of your own, and both of your parent’s taken care of in their retirement. It was a quiet, comfortable life. By all accounts, you were a successful person. You were even looking forward to your upcoming school reunion, taking it as an opportunity to talk about how far you’ve come from your days as a nameless face in the school hallways.

So you felt nothing but guilt plague you when you reached the end of your day to find yourself feeling completely empty.

‘This is life on the straight and narrow.’ you thought to yourself nearly every day. Then, your mind would wander back to him. Min Yoongi. Where was he? Was he happy? Did he have it right the whole time?

You didn’t know why he was still so present in your mind nearly ten years on, but you didn’t question it. You were too far in, too committed to making your parents proud to venture off the path. Your life, like your apartment, was clean and organised. Everything was in its right place. The way it’s supposed to be.

You were shocked when his name came up on a community blog site. Surveillance footage from a bar fight had leaked and spread, being shared amongst your high school contacts.

@mimichu: ‘That’s brutal. Does anyone know what happened?’

@kzine01: ‘@mimichu ppl are saying its gang related’

@minhoooo: ‘isnt that the min kid?’

@mimichu: ‘It totally is omg he really hasnt changed lol’

You couldn’t help but rewatch the video. It sure looked like him. A much taller, buffer version in dire need of a haircut, but it was him. You watched it another five times to be certain. Even from the grainy footage, you could tell. That lop-sided grin was a stone-cold giveaway.

Yoongi wandered outside the bar, lighting a cigarette as he scanned his surroundings. He stood still for a moment, gaze locked on to a group of men standing on the street. It looked like he shouted something, tearing the cigarette away from his lips and pointing it at one of the men. You could see the man stiffen up, clearly not anticipating the confrontation. Yoongi took a few steps towards the group who looked on, their expressions obfuscated by the poor video quality. The man appeared to apologise, quickly bowing to Yoongi who took another drag of his cigarette before pausing, then pressing the burning tip to the man’s neck.

He folded over in pain, the group around him rushing to his side. Yoongi didn’t hesitate to extend an unrestrained kick into the man’s ribs, sending him to the floor and hidden from the camera’s view. The crowd watched on, some attempting to pull Yoongi away from the man as he continued to kick, stepping on him as if he were nothing but scum on the bottom of his shoe. Blood splattered across Yoongi’s cheek, a sadistic grin contorting his features.

You couldn’t help but wince as the violence continued. Onlookers gathered, reaching for their phones to make calls and record the situation. After two minutes, Yoongi withdrew, glancing up at the street camera with an incredulous glare before stepping into the back of a dark car that had pulled up alongside the crowd.

@kzine01: ‘in my opinion the police should just let these types of degenerates k*** each other and the rest of the world can get on with life…’

@minhoooo: ‘@kzine01 won’t he be at the reunion?’

@kzine01: ‘@minhoooo i thought it was for graduated students only ㅋㅋㅋ’

You quickly locked your phone and let out a sigh. How could that be the same person you had spent most of your school-aged years sharing classrooms with? You recalled him sleeping peacefully through your shared classes and in your mind, he was harmless. He was a troublemaker, sure, but you never expected him to become a violent person- despite what others had said.

- - -

As it turned out, the reunion was not only for graduated students. About two hours into the event, you were catching up with one of the teachers when they muttered under their breath, eyes glued to the door. The room erupted into a chorus of whispers and from the corner of your eye, you saw a pair enter, sauntering into the venue with hands in their pockets.

“I didn’t expect to see those two” you heard your former teachers whisper to each other. You followed the gaze of their eyes to find two daunting figures consuming everyone’s attention. They nodded as they passed your former classmates, making their way to greet the former gym teacher on the other side of the room.

It was Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon, of course.

None other than a criminal and your first and only ex-boyfriend, entering the hall together. Your eyes fell back to the empty glass in your hand and suddenly excused yourself from the conversation. You didn’t know what overcame you, but you headed directly to the bar. You didn’t normally drink, especially straight spirits, however as the atmosphere of the event began to change, you needed something to steel your nerves.

“Whisky, please.” you spoke to the bartender, who nodded and went to pour you a fresh glass. You tapped the bar mindlessly, pretending to be busy by scrolling through your phone. The younger bartender set the glass down in front of you with a smile before slipping away to serve someone else. Standing there, you felt a set of eyes linger on you as a new wave of anxiety began to swell.

“Y/n,” you heard a deep voice call out for you. You instantly recognised Namjoon’s voice. “Oh wow, I could barely tell it was you.” he chuckled to himself.

You nodded at him politely as you turned on your heel to face him. “Ah, Namjoon. You’ve gotten even taller.”.

Looking at him, you were overcome by how grown up he looked. His face was defined with a sharp jaw and a sharpness to his eyes that you never noticed when you were in school.

“Tends to happen,” his features softened as he laughed. “What have you got there?” he gestured to the glass in your trembling hand, too kind to point out how nervous you seemed to be.

You raised the glass slightly, taking a moment to register its alluring colour. “The menu said a fine, single-malt whisky.” you took a sip, hoping that the liquor would have an immediate effect.

“You always had good taste.” he smiled, raising his eyebrow slightly at you. “I didn’t take you for a drinker, though.”.

Before you could come up with a response, Namjoon had taken a step towards you. His hand rested on the small of your back as he called out to the bartender for the same drink. Behind him, Yoongi stood watching as your face became flushed. Your eyes met for a moment as he cocked his eyebrow at you, a lazy grin spreading across his plush lips.

You cast your gaze down to the floor, attempting to control your composure. You had dated Namjoon for about three months in your final year of high school. You had asked him not to tell anyone and he had complied, despite not understanding your reasoning. When you broke it off, it was as if nothing had ever happened. He still smiled at you in the hall, slipped snacks in your bag when you weren’t looking, he even helped you with your work whenever you were struggling.

So, you didn’t know why you felt so overwhelmed by the feeling of Namjoon’s palm on your back. You’d felt far more intimate gestures from others before, but the longer his palm lingered, the more your chest began to tighten. The cold absence of his touch lingered as soon as he withdrew his hand. As Namjoon began to ask about the not-so-recent developments in your life, you noticed Yoongi make his way to the bar, taking a seat as the bartender poured him his drink.

“Oh, I’m not sure if you ever met…” he glanced over to Yoongi who was sitting comfortably behind you on a stool. You looked over your shoulder to find him watching you, sending a shiver down your spine as you recalled the video from the bar fight.

“I don’t believe so.” Yoongi replied, maintaining eye contact as you tried to calm yourself down. You wanted to correct him. Although you never exchanged words, you had met. The memory was crystal clear to you but his confidence made you question yourself, so you stayed quiet. You’re school year was huge, if the giant venue was anything to judge by. It was possible he never took note of you, but you were still taken aback.

“Y/n, this is Min Yoongi-” Namjoon began, “Yoongi, this is my friend y/n.”.

In tandem, Yoongi and yourself raised an eyebrow at the word choice. You couldn’t have spoken to Namjoon more than twice in the last ten years. The first time was a drunk dial you received one year after graduation, the last was when you bumped into him at a club you’d been invited to for a ‘date’. ‘Friend’ was a strange word to pick, but you figured it was intentional by the way Namjoon eyed Yoongi as he spoke.

“A pleasure,” Yoongi spoke, insincerely, you assumed. You smiled in return, before glancing up to Namjoon for comfort. Old habits die hard, you thought.

Eventually, Namjoon was whisked away by another group that he happily obliged to entertain. You made your way back to a table, sitting with some girls you had elective classes with as they chatted amongst themselves. You had achieved what you wanted to achieve, spoken with all your favourite teachers and you were debating calling it a night when you felt the chair next to you be pulled out from under the table.

“Do you mind?”

You cast your eyes up to the tall figure, an intimidating presence that had caused the girls you were with to go silent. “Feel free.” you replied to Yoongi with a curt smile.

He sat down with a gruff sigh, as if he was a dad who had been dragged out to supervise their child at a birthday party.

“How do you know Namjoon?” you asked quietly, too eager to break the growing silence. Yoongi tilted his head, as if he was weighing up his options for a response. After a brief moment, his sharp, feline eyes met your own.

“Well, we went to school together.” he began. You nodded, feeling stupid for asking. “I’m more of a family friend, though.”

You nodded a bit too enthusiastically, to which Yoongi caught on quickly. The corner of his lips began to quirk up at your agreeableness. He tended to have that effect on people.

“Which is why I was so surprised to find out he had a ‘friend’ that I hadn’t met.” he continued, leaning in closer as he set his glass down on the table.

“We have met.” you corrected him before you could stop yourself. He smiled into his glass before taking a slow slip. He’s trying to remember, you thought. The girls next to you cleared their throat, clearly becoming uncomfortable. No doubt, they had seen the video.

“I’d like to think I’d remember meeting you.” he spoke quietly, almost in a whisper as he leaned even closer. You suppressed a shiver that crept down your body as his knee knocked into yours. It was difficult to imagine the man in front of you kicking someone within an inch of their life. You wouldn’t have believed it if you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes. The contrast of his soft-spoken nature and the brutality you knew he was capable of terrified you. Excited you.

“Well, we went to school together.” you echoed him, eyes glued to the half-empty glass of whisky that sat before you. The sound of his soft laughter made you snap your eyes back onto him. A beautiful laugh to match his face; joy bubbled up in your stomach at the sight. “So, what do you do for work?” you asked tentatively, trying to wipe the smile off your face.

“I work with Joon.” he replied as his laughter trailed off. It occurred to you that you didn’t know what Namjoon did for work either. You had assumed he would inherit his father's oil company, but neither of them seemed to present themselves as rich oil tycoons.

Before you could press further, three glasses of champagne were set down on your table in an impressive manoeuvre by Namjoon. Yoongi pulled out a seat for his friend, for which Namjoon quietly thanked him for. It was an odd dynamic, to say the least. You tried to recall a time where the two had ever interacted at school, but you were drawing a blank. It sent your mind reeling.

Family friends? Business partners? Partners?

“I’m surprised you wanted to come, Yoongi,” Namjoon spoke casually, passing out the flutes as he did.

“Couldn’t pass up a chance to see how pathetic some of these people had become.” Yoongi replied, his eyes landing on Kim Jihun, the pig.

You scoffed, hardly able to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. It seemed like Yoongi wasn’t the type to let grudges go, whatever they may be. Yoongi’s eyes snapped to you with a suspicious glare.

The girls next to you excused themselves, leaving you alone with the two people a sane person would want to explicitly avoid. You nearly excused yourself too, except the whisky had started to do its job, sending a comforting warmth through your veins. You watched carefully as Namjoon and Yoongi bickered, scolding each other like brothers.

A sharp screech of feedback stole your attention as your senior year’s student body president tapped the microphone. “If everyone could please give their attention to the screen, we have prepared a slide show of some of the Class of 19XX’s greatest moments,” he spoke as a projector screen behind him became illuminated with an EPSON logo.

You caught Yoongi rolling his eyes, letting out another disgruntled sigh as he crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat. You didn’t realise how close he had managed to get to you until he moved.

You watched intently as familiar, young faces popped up on the screen. Laughter and shouting erupted in the room as the projector filed through the photos. Spirit Day, Sports Festival Day, the swimming carnival- they were all presented through grainy, faded photos. You smiled remembering finding an extra bottle of water or juice box in your bag as you sat in the shade on days like those.

Namjoon reached over the table and tapped you, pointing at the screen. A photo of the two of you from when you were in the Audio Visual club together. Only for a moment, you noticed Yoongi just slightly out of the frame, hunched over a table, dozing off. Small and harmless.

“I remember that, you only took AV with me because of the field trip- and it ended up getting cancelled anyway.” Namjoon laughed as the photos continued to flip through. You remembered that too, however, you hadn’t remembered Yoongi being a part of the club at all. As pictures of Kim Jihun illuminated the screen, you heard Yoongi snicker under his breath. Namjoon shot him a glare and gave him a kick under the table.

After the slide show, you had more than enough of your fill of nostalgia and were preparing to leave, deciding to stop by the bathroom before you called yourself a taxi. The music was blaring inside the venue, and you took a moment in the hallway to sober yourself up.

“You’re a fucking idiot. I leave you in charge for one fucking night and now I’m getting messages saying two of the girls are passed out. What the fuck did you do?”

You peaked around the hallway corner, holding your breath. Yoongi was spitting over the phone with his back to you. Likely not a phone call he’d want to be overheard.

“I don’t fucking care who insisted on what, they’re not supposed to be drinking on the clock. You need me to drill it into your thick skull? You want to end up back on the street where I found you?”

“I’m gonna have to tell Joon about this.” he paused. “You think you’ll survive that? Huh?”

You began to back yourself behind the corner, but the clicking of your heels had Yoongi turning to meet your scared eyes within a second. You could hear his footsteps approaching as you tried to compose yourself.

“Get Hoseok to take them home and fix it, I have to go.” he ended the call quickly, placing the phone into the pocket of his pants. He rounded the corner, your eyes finally meeting as your breath hitched in your throat.

“Sorry-” you began, backing up until you felt a doorframe press against your back.

“Aren’t you sneaky?” Yoongi questioned, taking a slow step towards you. He paused for a moment, eyes scanning the scared expression on your face. You watched as something clicked in his mind.

“You know, I remember you now.” he continued as he took another step. “Do you have a habit of catching people red-handed?” You didn’t say anything then, and you wouldn’t say anything now. "You had the same terrified expression back then, too.".

“I think I know why Namjoon wanted me to know you were his friend now.” he was only inches away as he extended his hand to collect a lock of your hair between his fingers. His chest was almost pressed up against yours. You could barely breathe, but the smell of cigarettes and cologne still filled your nostrils. The back of his hand brushed against your cheek, causing a knot to coil in your throat.

He tilted his head, his lips nearly making contact with your neck as his hand fell from your face. “Namjoon doesn’t like when I touch his things.” he said somberly.

“I’m not his thing.” you replied, unable to stop your voice from faltering as your heart pounded. Yoongi grinned at your defiance, a cruel, terrifying smile. He looked you up and down sending another shiver down your spine. “Oh, you’re not? Strange, you’re just his type.” he replied, amused. “I guess we’ll see.”

Your mind was reeling. Was he going to hurt you for overhearing his phone call? You could barely process your thoughts when he suddenly took a step back, allowing you space to breathe.

“Heading home?” he asked, an innocent, placid expression suddenly marking his features. You nodded slowly and silently, still confused and slightly tipsy as he gently slipped his hand behind your back and guided you out of the dim hallway. This man was giving you whiplash. As you made your way back to the table, Namjoon’s eyes flickered to Yoongi’s subtle hold on your waist with a strained look in his eye.

“We’re both heading out.” Yoongi spoke, his face hidden from you. Namjoon’s eyebrow arched in surprise as he took another slow sip from his drink. “Together?” he asked after swallowing hard, you could see the gears ticking over in his mind. You began shaking your head, raising your hand to clarify, to dismiss the implication. “See, what did I tell you?” Yoongi whispered to you, his plush lips brushing the shell of your ear. You were stunned at the contact. You tried your best to ignore the flame that was set alight between your thighs, the heat spreading through your body. Was this some sort of game between them? If so, you wanted no part of it. As if he could hear your thoughts, Yoongi’s arm fell from your side. Until you saw Namjoon’s worried face, you hadn’t realised that you were swaying on the spot, and without Yoongi’s support, your lightweight alcohol tolerance was on full display.

“Did you drive?” Namjoon asked you, concern lacing his tone.

“No, I was going to call a taxi…” you mumbled, trying to settle yourself. Yoongi and Namjoon exchanged glances as the taller one stood from his seat. “My driver’s outside, I can drop you home.” he said as he gathered his things, before pausing to look at his friend. “Is Hoseok outside?” he asked. The name felt familiar somehow, but you couldn’t place it.

“He had to go.” Yoongi answered cryptically. You glanced at him, trying to read his expression, but it was stone-cold. Namjoon responded with a nod. “I guess I’m looking after both of you tonight, then.” he sighed.

“Hoseok…” you mumbled under your breath, the memory behind the name on the tip of your tongue.

Yoongi stared at you in confusion but before he could question it, Namjoon stepped in between you and began guiding you out of the hall, curtly nodding to his former classmates and teachers as the three of you left. “This should be fun,” he whispered to you. You noticed the hoards eyes that followed you, or more specifically, Yoongi and Namjoon, as you left. “They were going to whisper anyway.” he sighed to himself as the table you were sitting with earlier looked on.

“You’d think they never left high school.” Yoongi added, pulling a lighter out of his pocket.

You registered Namjoon’s firm grasp on your arm as the cold night-time air greeted you. His hold on you was tight, almost painful. “Watch your step,” Namjoon instructed as he led you down the stairs and to a familiar dark car waiting outside the lot. You didn’t bother trying to fight his grip, lest you start swaying again.

Despite that, the fresh air was a welcome and sobering feeling. It was quiet outside the venue, everybody else seemed to be inside. You tried to enjoy the moment, and you did until you inhaled a breath of Yoongi’s second-hand smoke. You glanced over at him as he stood, lit cigarette held delicately between his fingers. In the moonlight, he appeared to shine, his skin so pale and radiant that it stood out amidst the darkness surrounding all of you. “Is he coming with us?” you quietly asked Namjoon. Yoongi’s eyes flickered over to you, evidently, you hadn’t spoken quietly enough.

Namjoon looked down to examine your face and was met with concern. “He’s harmless.” he tried to assure you, but you weren’t even remotely convinced. You’d been witness to his violence, after all. Yoongi rolled his eyes, taking another deep drag of his cigarette before tossing it to the ground and putting it out with the heel of his shoe. “Wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Yoongi added as he smothered the smoke.

“Tell the driver your address.” Namjoon instructed when you reached the parked car, opening the door for you as you slipped into the back seat. You quietly spoke to the driver, who inputted your address without any questions asked. He didn’t even seem phased that a stranger had just gotten into the back of his car. The interior was fresh, almost brand new.

He waited for Namjoon to slip into the passenger seat and greeted him with a curt nod. Yoongi slid into the seat next to you, followed by the scent of freshly sprayed cologne. At least he was considerate, you thought. He shut the door behind him and immediately rested his head on the window as if he had been forcing himself to stay awake this whole time.

“He hasn’t changed much,” you noted, unintentionally speaking your thought out loud. Namjoon smiled at you in the rear-view mirror as the car pulled into the street. Truthfully, it was a long drive ahead. The navigation estimated a 50-minute drive, which Namjoon didn’t seem to mind at all. He insisted on asking you questions about your life, your work, your mother, and anything that had happened in the last 10 years that he wasn’t privy to. It began to feel like an interrogation, and you realised how quickly at ease Namjoon had managed to make you feel despite the precarious situation. Each of your answers was met with interest, a soft smile and a natural follow-up question. As you grew weary, a comfortable silence fell in the car.

“I’m sorry for having you drive so far out, I forgot how far the city has stretched over the last few years…” you mumbled your apology as you fought the urge to drift off.

“It’s not a problem. Always nice to catch up with old friends, right Yoongi?” Namjoon responded.

“Mhmm.” Yoongi replied, who to your surprise, was still awake.

As the car stopped at a red light, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes, tired from the drinking, the festivities and Namjoon’s rigorous questioning. Your dreariness was encouraged by the smooth driving through the dark streets.

It’s so quiet,

I’ll just close my eyes for a moment,

I’ll be home soon…

- - -

Curious, dark eyes peered over you as you were roused from your sleep with a gentle shake. Your heart beat hard as you registered the face across from you, staring like a hungry cat at a mouse. A gust of cold wind hit your side as your eyes fixed on Yoongi, who was watching intently with his head resting against the window as you stirred. The stretched hand over your shoulder gave you a gentle squeeze on your other side as you snapped your neck around to see who was touching you. “Good morning,” Namjoon grinned, smile transforming his eyes into crescents.

As you woke up, you realised you were thankfully still sat in the back seat of Namjoon’s car and behind him stood your apartment complex. “Oh,” you gasped, suddenly embarrassed that you’d let your defences down so easily. “We’re here. Sorry.” you mumbled as you hastily tried to unbuckle yourself.

“I didn’t realise we were such boring company,” Yoongi yawned, settling back into his position against the window with a coy smile.

You felt guilt pang in your chest, looking back up to Namjoon to apologise. “He’s joking.” he clarified before you could speak. “And, he’s also a dick.”

You suppressed a giggle to avoid getting another ‘if-looks-could-kill’ glare from Yoongi and slid out of the car. Being so close to Namjoon, you realised that even in your heels, you were still just below his shoulder height. He was always tall, but it was then that you realise how much he had really grown.

“You want me to walk you up?” Namjoon offered with a polite smile. You raised your hands to refuse, dismissing him as kindly as you could in your half-awake state. “I’m fine but, thank you for taking me home.”

Namjoon seemed slightly disgruntled but accepted your refusal with a smile, as always. “I’d love to catch up again though,” you babbled, unable to cope with the hurt that flickered across his eyes despite not really owing him anything.

“Me too,” he beamed, his mood suddenly changing. “give me your phone.” Complying, you handed over your phone as he typed in his number and let it ring, ending the call when the screen of his phone lit up in his pocket with a buzz.

Before saying goodbye, you glanced over to Yoongi who was back to fake-sleeping, or meditating, whatever it was. “I’ll see you soon then.” you spoke to Namjoon when your eyes met again.

“Definitely,” he replied, his eyes fixed on your own intently. It felt all too familiar. Too intimate. It scared you.

Suddenly, you ducked to lean into the car. “Goodnight Yoongi.” you crouched to meet his level in the car and waved, hoping to break the tension that Namjoon had incidentally built.

Namjoon understood your reaction, though you hadn’t particularly helped by bending down to his waist level while being so close, he thought as he looked down at you.

“Mhmm,” Yoongi replied, his arms crossed and eyes closed as he slumped against the window.

You quickly stood up, turning on your heel to enter your complex when Namjoon called your name. You glanced over your shoulder to see him smiling, his hands nested in his jacket pockets. “Sleep well,” he called out as he ducked his head to slip into the back seat of the car.

Your heart was beating so fast that you doubted you’d sleep at all.

- - -

“She’s gone, you can stop pretending to sleep.” Namjoon sighed as he slipped into the back of the car.

Yoongi sat up, stretching his back in the process. Usually, he was fine sitting still for upwards of an hour, but his bones had started to ache about twenty minutes in due to the uncomfortable ‘lean against the door’ approach he’d taken.

“She seemed a bit terrified of me, Joon.” Yoongi replied, twisting his core as the car began to speed off. “Can’t blame her.” Namjoon replied, opening his phone to save your number to his contacts.

“Guess she doesn’t know you very well.” Yoongi teased, rubbing his temple as the streetlights flew by. “Otherwise she’d be more scared of you.”

Namjoon stifled a laugh, staring at your name in his contacts. “I’m harmless,” he replied, tucking his phone back in his pocket.

“Yeah, yeah. You say that, but I haven’t told you about the call I got tonight.” Yoongi replied, his face becoming serious. Namjoon raised his brow and steeled himself. He had truly enjoyed the night, but business was business and it waited for no one. His older friend didn’t allow a good mood to get in the way either.

“Two girls of the girls were found passed out at the club.” he paused, “They wouldn’t wake up. I sent Hoseok to go pick them up.”

Namjoon fell silent, playing the words over in his head. He was relieved that they were in Hoseok’s care, but it was still unnerving. Just a week after Yoongi had straightened out a regular, some sleazebag who put his hands where they didn’t belong, two girls end up unresponsive.

“Which club?” he eventually replied.

“Chateau.”

Namjoon tapped his driver’s seat. “You hear that?”

The driver nodded, immediately switching course back into the city, back to the Chateau.

“You think it’s retaliatory?” Yoongi questioned, his eyes trained on the road ahead. He had already made his mind up about the incident and wasn’t going to hesitate to point fingers.

“If it is, we’re about to find out.” Namjoon sighed, laying his head against the headrest behind him.

The truth was, neither of them were harmless. Neither hesitated to inflict pain on people who couldn’t do their job properly, who threatened their business, their things. Luckily, you never had to know about that. From the moment Namjoon laid his eyes on you, in his mind, you were his.

Though, he didn’t know that Yoongi already had plans of his own when it came to you.

- end of chapter one -

thank you for reading! it’s been a while since i’ve put anything out, but the haegeum mv definitely stirred up some inspiration in me. please let me know your thoughts on this chapter & series concept!

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avianyuh · 1 year ago

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masterlist

***this masterlist took forever because I had to scroll through SIX YEARS worth of work. this is the most updated masterlist on my page so use this one if you need navigation :) ***

Who I write for:

-BTS💣

-NCT🟢 (mainly anyone that was apart of NCT 2018, but if you want WayV, I can do that!)

-Seventeen💎

-EXO❌⭕️

-Enhypen -

-Monsta X 🫡 (but I'm emotionally scarred from Wonho so idk...)

UPDATE 02/28/2024: girlies i have nothing to say about ATEEZ anymore, it's just not gonna happen so I took them out of the ML😥sorry. BUT, I will now be adding *some* second gen groups because the fics are LACKING. I already said in the past I would write for SHINee and I stand by that! I just don't have much to write for them atm. Does anyone want a BF!Minho? idk...Who wants SUJU? Well, it doesn't matter cuz I do😁 I will also add Jaejoong from TVXQ/JYJ, not the whole group for TVXQ cuz I'm really only familiar with him and Junsu. I will also start up again with EXO so keep a look out if you like those fics. Anyways, this was just a PSA I wanted to make.

UPDATE 08/2024: FUCK SUJU, no I'm just kidding but....I'm not writing for them lol. Also, I don't see Shinee happening either. HOWEVER, I am thinking of adding Enhypen to my list of groups I write for! I have only written one fic (specifically a Jungwon fic), I'm currently writing something else for Enhypen.

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🔍navigation help🔎

-If a group is crossed out it means I no longer write for them

-Please don't be afraid to request something. idc if it's anon or not. if you want something written, just send in a request :) it will encourage me to get to whatever group someone requested faster. as long as they're mentioned above, I'll write for them (only because I like to be familiar with the members so I can write accurate depictions of them)

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📢Upcoming Works🆕

🗓️ Boring chapter 6 (November 4-6th)

🗓️seventeen as boyfriend headcanon (November)

BTS:

BTS reactions:

🌱requested; bts reaction to you having diabetes and not taking care of yourself

🌱requested; namjoon taking care of his chronically ill girlfriend

🌱requested;BTS getting jealous over crush giving more attention to Yeontan or Bam

🌱requested; Giving BTS flower crowns

🌱requested: BTS accusing reader of leaking sensitive info

BTS HEADCANONS

🌱requested; BTS helping S/O with finals

🌱requested;BTS misses crush on tour but is too shy to confess

🌱request; BTS gets jealous and confesses to crush

🌱request; BTS comforts S/O who starts flunking exams

🌱request: BTS Suga, Taehyung, Jungkook and their pets

🌱requested: BTS as your brother

BTS AS BOYFRIENDS:

🌱Hoseok/JHope

🌱Yoongi/Suga

🌱Namjoon/RM

🌱Jimin

🌱Jungkook

One Shots;

🌱Dinner Date, Jeon Jungkook

🌱Time Off; Jung Hoseok

Fics;

🌱Boring | Min Yoongi Chapters; TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX

NCT: *in the process of finding new picture*

NCT headcanons;

🌱a soft day with nct part one (johnny through jungwoo)

🌱a soft day with nct part two (lucas through jisung)

🌱nct as boyfriends (johnny through jungwoo)

🌱nct as boyfriens (lucas through jisung)

🌱christmas with nct (johnny through ten)

🌱requested; how nct would confess to their crush (johnny through jungwoo)

NCT reactions:

🌱nct u reaction to meeting your parents

🌱requested; nct reaction to someone touching you inappropriately (johnny through mark)

🌱requested: NCT reaction to you asking to move in together

nct reaction to you thinking you're fat: 🌱yuta

🌱jaehyun 🌱mark

🌱taeyong 🌱johnny

🌱requested;NCT 127 commenting on GFs IG post

Individual member posts;

🌱dating jaehyun

🌱requested; dating mark

🌱requested; dating haechan

🌱requested; dating johnny

🌱dating lucas

🌱dating taeyong

🌱dating yuta

🌱requested; soft dom! winwin

🌱haechan request; idol reader

NCT MLTs;

🌱requested; NCT 127 MLT break up with current GF for their crush

🌱requested; NCT 127 give their ex a second chance

One Shots;

🌱making time;mark lee

🌱tattoos; Yuta Nakamoto

🌱'I'll Call You; Jaehyun' [part one] [part two] [part three] [part four]

🌱requested; Taeyong fic

🌱requested; Taeyong fic 2

🌱requested;NCT 127 group one shot

🌱deadline;Mark Lee

SEVENTEEN:

SEVENTEEN AS BOYFRIENDS:

🌱The8/Minghao

🌱Hoshi/Soonyoung

🌱Jeonghan

🌱S.Coups/Seungcheol

🌱Wonwoo

EXO:

EXO headcanons;

🌱Oh Sehun as a boyfriend

🌱Baekhyun as a boyfriend

🌱a soft day with EXO (hyung line)

🌱a soft day with EXO (maknae line)

One Shots;

🌱insecure; Kai

🌱baekhyun request

🌱requested;baekhyun missing his ex

ENHYPEN:

Fanfics;

🌱Too Late; Yang Jungwon

🌱 Irresponsible | Lee Heeseung

MONSTA X:

MONSTA X AS BOYFRIENDS:

🌱Changkyun/I.M

SOLOISTS

Kim Jaejoong:

🌱Thank You For Waiting

Midnight Thoughts

*basically random posts where I share my thoughts about kpop and other things I find interesting.

September 2024

*PAST WORKS/GROUPS I DON'T WRITE FOR ANYMORE*

DAY6:

Day6 headcanons;

day6 as boyfriends

One Shots;

'I Love You'-Jae Version

'I Love You'- Young K

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GOT7

GOT7 as boyfriends

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TWICE:

TWICE one shots

Requested: A Trip With Jeongyeon

BLACKPINK:

BlackPink headcanons;

Jennie As Your Best Friend

*NON KPOP RELATED/MY OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS;

Root Beer Float

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kawaii-leilei54 · 6 months ago

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Oneshots

BTS

Kim Namjoon

Closer

FWB! Namjoon x Reader

Kim Seokjin

Astronaut

Ddlg Seokjin x sub! Reader

Min Yoongi

MIDNIGHT FICTION

Jung Hoseok

Airplane

Bf! Hoseok x gf! Reader

Park Jimin

Shop till ya drop!

BSF! Jimin x BSF! Reader

Kim Taehyung

Love me again

Ex! Taehyung x Ex! Reader

Jeon Jungkook

Please Don't Change

BSF! JK x Reader

Anime

HAIKYUU

TBD

MHA

TBD

ONE PIECE

TBD

SAIKI K (Saiki only)

TBD

HXH

TBD

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95rkives · 10 months ago

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seven wonders ౨ৎ masterlist

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keys

f (fluff) s (smut) a (angst) c (crack)

౨ৎ kim seokjin

coming soon. . .

౨ৎ min yoongi

WISHES AND KISSES ( f ) — producer!yoongi x fem!reader 0.8k ' established relationship. drabble

౨ৎ jung hoseok

coming soon. . .

౨ৎ kim namjoon

BABY FEVER ( f ) — bf!namjoon x fem!reader 1.7k ' established relationship. drabble

౨ৎ park jimin

coming soon. . .

౨ৎ kim taehyung

coming soon. . .

౨ৎ jeon jungkook

CHAPSTICK ( f ) — bf!jungkook x fem!reader 1.5k ' established relationship. drabble

coming soon. . .

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faithalenora · 3 years ago

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Paring: Min Yoongi x gn!reader

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings: None!

Credits: Credits to my sister who helped me pick the picture above!

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you all are having an amazing day and that it is filled with laughter and love! I apologize for not updating yesterday but I promise today’s update is totally worth it! I absolutely loved writing this one; Yoongi is definitely my comfort character. Thank you all for the patience and support! I really appreciate it!

Friendly reminder this is part #5 of the 12 days of Giftmas series! Please do consider checking the other parts and don’t be afraid to comment, rebblog, or like! (No reposting please!) I love seeing your comments and your feedback! Happy holidays and enjoy!

Giftmas day #5 goes to... @a-methystus!! Love of my life, my soulmate, this one is for you. At the beginning of this whole 12 days, I knew this one in particular was for you and ironically it has been my longest one so far. Baby, I love you with my whole entire being and thank you for all your immense support in every single thing do. I wish you always the best and push you to be the best version of you, you can be. I love you so so much and I hope you enjoy this!

Sypnosis: You and Yoongi have a bad strike at spending Christmas together. This year was no exception until Yoongi prompted you to come with him to New York. But this wasn’t the only surprise Yoongi had up his sleeve and no matter what, he’d finally do what he’d been dying to do.

Spending the holidays away from home was never easy. Especially for you, and especially more for Yoongi, when you were both on either side of the world.

Last Christmas you had been in Japan, visiting your sister and her husband, while Yoongi had to stay in Korea for album production. The year before that one you were the one in Korea while he was all the way over in the States doing promotions and shows for ARMY. The one before that one, you were sick at the hospital and only one visitor was allowed so your mother had been the one to stay with you during Christmas time.

At this point, you were convinced that you and Yoongi were just destined to never spend Christmas day together. Way too many times have you tried and failed that when Yoongi told you he had to spend Christmas in the states you weren’t even phased anymore.

“I’m gonna have to spend Christmas in New York this year.” He had spoken softly over dinner.

Dinner that night had been quiet. Not the bad kind of quiet, just quiet. The only sounds had been Holly’s pit and patter around the apartment, and the clicks the silverware made against the ceramic plates. You stopped mid-chew and looked up at him just to see the disappointment in his eyes.

You knew that look and you knew what it meant. Yoongi always thought you deserved someone better. He kept saying it every time he couldn’t spend an important occasion with you. And at first, it did hurt when your boyfriend couldn’t be there in big moments but after a while, you realized that even if he couldn’t be there he still made the effort to spend time with you.

He’d call you between shoots or text you. Sent deliveries to your house of food and flowers. Bought you your favorite things for all the special occasions even the ones where he couldn’t be there personally. So although Yoongi couldn’t be there as a regular boyfriend would be, you loved him with all of your heart and wouldn’t change a single thing.

“That’s okay.” You continued to chew, smiling softly at him to let him know it was truly okay. “What are you guys doing over there this year?”

“More tv appearances I think. I’m not sure. Might dance in the New Year’s party again.” He murmured, his cheek bunched in the palm of his hand that was resting on the table with his elbow. With his other hand, he was mindlessly twirling the spoon.

“That’s great! You guys will do fantastic!” You tried to cheer him up, letting your happiness show so that he knew you weren’t upset.

“How are you not upset by this?” He finally snapped, spoon clinking against the bowl, table shaking when he had slammed his hands on it. At first, you looked at him wide-eyed before your eyes softened when you realized how much this was killing him.

You stood up, walking over to his chair before plopping yourself on his lap and bringing his head to the crook of your neck. Your hands came to curl on hair, soothing him in the only way you knew how.

“Yoongs, I am not happy that you won’t be here,” He grumbled wanting to pull away but you held onto him tight. “But I am not upset about it because I know what I signed up for.”

“You signed up for a boyfriend and you got me instead.” He mumbled into your neck and you sighed, pulling away just to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you.

“I signed for Min Yoongi and I was blessed to have Suga and Agust D added to that mix. Yoongi, I love you. And that includes these parts that aren’t very enjoyable.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, while he sighed into your touch.

You stayed like that for a little while, Yoongi bending down again to lean his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You told him about your day in soft mumbles against his hair, while he kept his hands around your middle to ground him. Suddenly, Yoongi shifted and mumbled something into your skin that you couldn’t understand.

“What?” You asked as he pulled away to look at you.

“I said, what if you come with me?” Your eyes widen at his proposition.

It wasn’t that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind before but it certainly had never been a possibility.

Yoongi and you had decided pretty early on that once you got serious, Yoongi would announce that he was seeing someone. At first, the company was against it, saying that it would ruin the band, but in the end, they decided that it would be the best course of action to protect you properly. If people knew enough about you, they wouldn’t go around digging in places they shouldn’t be digging.

When the news of you and Yoongi’s relationship hit, everything was overwhelming for a long time. People you hadn’t seen in a long time started contacting you asking to meet up, probably thinking they now had access to Yoongi through you. But you being the smart human being you were, deleted all of them from all your social media. Some ARMYs were furious and questioned why would Yoongi date someone as simple as you when he could have anybody. Others simply didn’t care or supported Yoongi and wished him and you a happy relationship. Everything was always mixed but at the end of the day, you and Yoongi were thankful to have been received with more love than hate.

Before, you’d always declined the invitations to accompany the boys, wanting to give Yoongi his space to be Suga and not have to worry about being boyfriend Yoongi. Besides you wanted every army to be able to experience the whole thing properly without you being there and undoubtedly ruin someone’s weird fantasy. (You’d been on Twitter and traumatized for life) But now, he was just going for interviews and tv show performances meaning no concerts. Which meant you could go and spend the holidays with Yoongi albeit not in a traditional way.

“Are you-? Can I even go this time? Won’t I be bothering?” You quickly asked, Yoongi chuckling under his breath on how nervous the thought of traveling with the boys as BTS made you feel.

“I wouldn’t be asking if the offer was on the table. I think Namjoon might be bringing someone with him actually.”

“Wait, is he bringing-“ Your eyes widened when Yoongi nodded.

“Oh, I’m definitely going now. I have got to meet them.”

Yoongi chuckled again, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I see how it is. You won’t go for me but you will for them.” You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving his shoulder.

“Of course, I’m going for you but they are just an added bonus!”

Yoongi just stared at you as you kept on rambling on and on about how you weren’t going to be lonely anymore. A smile slowly crept up his lips, a single thought on his mind, ‘I will definitely do it soon.’

The whole flight to New York had been exhausting but that was to be expected. Thankfully the boys had flown through a private lane since you were coming and so was Jisung, Namjoon’s partner.

You and Jisung had sat together and talked the whole flight about anything and everything and found out how much in common you both had. You’d even napped together when you both fell asleep in the middle of some Christmas movie you’d randomly picked. Once you woke up from the brief nap, there were still a couple of hours to go so you and Jisung just made the best of it.

Arriving at the hotel, you almost cried at the sight of an actual bed. But you didn’t, preferring to spill your eyes over the incredible view. It was a direct view of the city. The Christmas lights that were hung around the streets and in the buildings were coming to life as the light finally left the day. With the sun softly leaving, painting the sky in beautiful peaches, you couldn’t help the tears that sprung. It was breathtaking.

Yoongi hadn’t noticed your crisis over the view, too busy moving all your lounge into the room. Once he did notice you’d gone quiet and looked up, his face was pulled into one of worth when you were just standing by the balcony window frozen in your spot.

“Jagi, are you okay? Do you not like it-” You turned only to crush him in a hug, a soft sob escaping your lips.

“This is perfect. Just absolutely perfect.” You pulled away with a smile, tears still slipping past your cheeks. Yoongi brought his hands to cup your cheek in his hands, bringing you towards him till your lips touched.

The first time you had kissed Yoongi, you were both drunk on soju, drowning your stresses away. At the time, BTS had started gaining popularity and was receiving more attention than ever while you were stuck in a job that you hated it while you finished your architecture major. You and Yoongi had met at an underground bar and just hit off as friends so you kept texting and talking to each other whenever Yoongi’s schedule allowed him to. It just so happens that that particular night, all the boys had decided to stay at different places leaving Yoongi alone so he had invited you over. You’d brought bottles of soju while Yoongi had ordered pizza and you both had just jumped right in.

Sitting on the floor, shoulder to shoulder while leaning on the couch and eating pizza was one of the best memories you had with Yoongi. You both had laughed, cried, shouted into the void of the universe, and then whispered secrets to each other like you were the only ones in the whole wide world. Yoongi had been vulnerable with you and in turn, you had been vulnerable with him. It was that night that something shifted between you two. From being friends to being possibly something more. You had surged forward to kiss him, caught up in the moment and the way Yoongi made you feel at ease and that everything would be alright no matter what. You pulled away quickly when you realized what you did but Yoongi didn’t hesitate to bring you towards him once more with a quick pull on the back of your neck.

Kissing Yoongi that night had changed things for you and for him. It meant the start of a possible romance; something was brewing there. Kissing Yoongi in the hotel room in New York, wasn’t the start of something new but the continuation of something that had been carefully built over the years of tears, of support, of patience, but overall, years full to the brim with love and admiration. Kissing Yoongi was coming home; was reminiscing of every single memory built and all the once left to build.

“I love you.” You whispered when you both pulled away, Yoongi keeping you close to him by leaning his forehead on yours.

“I love you too.” He whispered just as softly before opening his eyes, a wide gummy smile taking over his lips. “How about we take a nap before we have to meet the idiots for dinner?”

You snorted when he called his brother idiots when in that exact moment his eyes shone brightly at the mention of them. If Yoongi was whipped for anyone it was for his Bangtan brothers and you.

“Okay, you old grandpa. Let’s go nap.” Yoongi couldn’t even complain before you were already pulling him to lay on the bed next to you.

After the wonderful nap that helped with your jet lag a bit- how did Yoongi and the boys do this regularly you have no idea- you and Yoongi got ready to meet the boys for dinner at a fancy restaurant. Jimin had insisted to have a nice dinner before their schedule in New York got too hectic so you’d all agreed without hesitation. Besides a nice dinner sounded amazing since the boys hadn’t been able to be in a single room without it being something related to performances or shows or interviews.

Yoongi dressed up as dashing as ever, not too formal but not too casual either. You’d helped him style his hair and although he’d originally picked a tie, he’d forgone it and decided to not wear one in the end. You too decided to keep it simple and classy, matching with Yoongi in the colors he had picked. While you had fixed his hair, he kept pressing kisses to the side of your neck, telling you how absolutely breathtaking you looked. You had laughed and told him to stop before you ruined his hair. (He did not in fact, stop, which is why it took way longer than necessary to fix his hair.)

The other boys were already waiting for you guys by the lobby, Jisung standing next to Namjoon looking gorgeous in their outfit. You couldn’t help but grin, bouncing over to Jisung and telling them how beautiful they looked. Jisung blushed, thanking you and complimenting your outfit as well.

“Y/N-ah always looks good!” Jimin chirped from the side, Taehyung and Jungkook nodding along. You laughed, cheeks dusted pink from the compliment and thanked them all.

“Well my boys always look dashing and tonight is no exception.” You saw Taehyung and Jimin preen at the compliment. Hoseok only smiled and Namjoon mumbled a thank you with his cheeks dusted pink. Jungkook stood there fidgeting, eyes wide and cheeks red and Seokjin’s ears were bright red. “Are you boys trying to impress someone?”

“Only you Y/N!” Jimin and Taehyung shouted, fumbling over each other before walking towards you and each took your arms in theirs. “Y/N should always be treated like royalty.” Taehyung puffed out his chest and you couldn’t help but snort and roll your eyes at their antics.

“Come on. Let’s leave before we are late.” Yoongi made a point to push Taehyung’s shoulder playfully, Taehyung letting out a dramatic gasp.

“I’ve been injured. Oh, don’t forget me, your highness. Remember me.” He dramatically threw himself onto Jungkook, who was the closest to him, and somehow manage to catch him without looking at him.

You laughed, leaning forward to pat his cheek in admiration. Taehyung opened one of his eyes to look at you, a grin overtaking his features.

“Come on you brave knight. Your highness is starving.”

The rest of the group, minus Jimin, groaned knowing you had given in to the game. Now how were you supposed to resist your lovely babies? That’s the thing, you couldn’t.

The dinner was lovely. The restaurant had a nice view and a private area since it was a restaurant frequently used by celebrities. Jisung had sat next to you during the dinner, both of you chatting away as you had done in the airplane. Yoongi kept his hand on your thigh the entire night, not in a seductive or possessive way, but just wanting to feel close to you at all times. You, of course, already knew that so you let him do as pleased.

Jungkook had told you about the pictures he’d already taken while you and Yoongi were asleep in your room. You had been excited when he’d passed his phone to show you the ones he’d already passed onto his drive but told you he was still missing some. You’d squealed seeing how incredible Jungkook’s photos were, feeling the emotions and seeing the thought and process into each one of them. Jungkook had blushed under all your gushing but thanked you for all the compliments.

The night had passed by so fast, that opening the door to your hotel room left you feeling sad. Yoongi hadn’t talked most of the night, but that was something you were all used to. He sometimes could be in a public setting but kept to himself anyway. All the elevator ride he hadn’t said I word to you but you just assumed he was tired and exhausted. (Which he was but that wasn’t the reason for his silence.)

“I-” Before Yoongi could say anything, you were already locking yourself in the bathroom, getting rid of your dressy clothes, and changing into something more comfortable. Yoongi sighed, feeling that the moment was over and that he’d had to wait for another moment to ask. However, when the door opened and you walked out wearing one of his shirts and shorts, Yoongi decided he couldn’t bring himself to wait anymore.

“Y/N, can you come over here?” Yoongi was standing by the doors leading to the balcony, hands clasped so tight in front of him, his knuckles were turning reddish. You frowned, thinking something had happened at the dinner to make look so uncomfortable but as you reached him you noticed he wasn’t fidgeting because he was uncomfortable; Min Yoongi was nervous.

“Yoongi, why do you look so nervous?” He chuckled when he saw how concerned for him you were and that is why he needed to do this now.

“Y/N meeting you was one of the best moments of my life. I got to be your friend first before we fell in love and gave me the honor of being your boyfriend. You give me the strengths every single day to keep doing what I love no matter what others think. You’ve loved me despite seeing all the darkest parts of me. You’ve loved me for being Min Yoongi and not just for being Suga from BTS or Agust D.” By this point, you were already crying and Yoongi was really close to doing so too but he needed to push through. “I know I haven’t been the most deserving boyfriend and that I make mistakes even when I try hard not to. I also know this isn’t the most romantic place or even our home for that matter and especially knowing how you deserve the world and more. But I can’t go to bed tonight without asking you.”

Yoongi took a deep breath before taking out a box from his pocket and getting down shakily on one knee. You were definitely crying now but in your eyes, all he saw was intense happiness and he would do whatever it took to be able to see that look on your face every single day of his life.

“Y/N, would you marry me?” There in the middle of the open box, was a simple silver band. It wasn’t anything flashy or over the top. It was perfect. Completely and utterly perfect.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, seeing Yoongi standing there, well kneeling there, asking you to marry him in a city halfway across the world from your home. But being there with him, seeing the pure happiness in his eyes, the sincerity he poured out of his heart when he spoke, you knew the proposal was just as perfectly imperfect as the man who made it. You couldn’t help but nodded, and lean down to cup his cheeks and kiss the heck out of him.

“Yes! Of course, I’ll marry you.” You laughed when his eyes widen not believing what he’d heard.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, Min Yoongi. I would absolutely love to marry you.”

Although you were halfway across the world, being there with Yoongi made everything perfect. Maybe it wasn’t the way he planned but it was still special to you. Besides, it didn’t matter where in the world you were or went, all that mattered was that it was always gonna be you and him together.

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mintseesaw · 6 years ago

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Matched

Pairing: yoongi x reader Genre: FLUFF, idol au, boyfriend au, drabble Word count: 2k Warnings: none Summary: ⇀ When you tried to offer Yoongi a small present, the anticipated disinterest or rejection to your offer was downplayed by his unexpected proposition.

Sat comfortably and alone in the artists’ lounge, your attention has been occupied by your phone while your thumb restlessly drag its screen upward. You’ve been searching on the internet since you went on a break half an hour ago. Your desire to acquire an answer to your little dilemma is going downhill as you consider thinking literally instead of relying on your phone.

Too consumed with your own little crisis, three members of BTS approaching on your direction specifically to the sofa where you‘re sitting, slipped passed your attention.

While the three occupied the spaces beside, you were too deep in your own thoughts, struggling to come up with a concrete idea. And almost laughing out to yourself for almost typing up ‘Presents for a rich boyfriend’ in Google. Heaving a long sigh, you decided to seek in mind for an answer. You may sound like a spoiled, rich kid who can just buy whatever you desire for giving your boyfriend a present when it isn't even his birthday. You want to congratulate Yoongi for all the milestones BTS have received so far, especially that his wish of attending the Grammy awards became real. However, you want to make it a little more special with the accompaniment of a present? That doesn't sound too much, right? You tried to convince yourself.

What else should you give to someone who already has everything? The thought that you struggle to have an answer with.

You gave him an expensive watch once which he can, as a matter of act, buy on his own money if you didn’t so it goes out of the list. A pair of shoes is not even an option. He owned a whole closet filled with them. What about clothes? Actually, he needs another empty closet to fill it with the remaining clothes he has placed outside his closet. Maybe...car-- hold on, that's too much. You would pathetically look like you’re his sugar mommy even though he’s older than you. You pondered further. What about another set of rings or earrings? You swear to God he keeps collecting accessories. It even got to the point where you’re afraid to admit he’s got more of them than the amount you actually have.

Suddenly, you felt something soft came in contact against your forehead making you jumped a little off your seat. The self-deliberation you're silently having was halted when you saw who your intruder is. Yoongi. It was only then that you noticed you have company in the room. Jungkook was sprawled at the opposite end of the sofa next to Yoongi. Jimin is sitting on the floor, his head resting on Jungkook’s knees.

"Hey," you greeted, scooting your body closer to his.

“You seemed pretty occupied.” He said with his lips pushed forward like he's pouting but that isn't the case. It's just the way he talks. Are they on a break as well? They were practicing for their concert, he texted you that earlier in the morning. So they must have been gone from the practice room. Nevertheless, their physical state would give away what they did prior to coming in the cozy room.

“Not really. Uh--Babe, can I ask you something?”

“Aren’t you asking already?” He retorted.

A sound of protest came out of you, “Yoongi--”, and he was quick to divert the subject before you even had the chance to scold him for his sarcastic reply.

“What is it?”

The demand on his question suddenly making your cheeks heat up even before you worded out your inquiry. The faint but noticeable crimson tinting your pale cheeks earn a curious look from Yoongi wondering what would your question be to make you blush. “Maybe...uhm--do you mind if I buy you a bracelet?”

From the questions he had quickly formulated on his mind in mere assumption, this was not one of them. Bracelet? “What for?” His eyebrows met in deep curiosity. Lips pursed as he continued to stare at you, who’s in fact falling in a slight embarrassment.

Shrugging your shoulders, your gaze shifting from his peering eyes to your phone mindlessly scrolling through the search results, then mumbles, “For a congratulatory gift?" You asked, more significantly to yourself than a form of reply to him.

If there’s one thing Yoongi admires the most from you, it’s your thoughtfulness. It was not only because you buy him stuff he never asked to you to, or order him takeout when he’s too busy to do it himself, or bring him his favorite iced coffee out of nowhere. It was the fact that you spoil him rotten which he never had the chance to experience by someone else until you came and conquer his world, defenselessly. Your simple gestures of affection towards him warms his heart out of overwhelming appreaction.

Unlike you, he was never one to show affection. It was the main reason why his first relationship failed back in high school.The same reason why he avoided any type of commitment during his trainee days as he wanted to focus on debuting first. When the two of you formally met, Yoongi believed it may not be the perfect time to have attraction towards you because he was still at the peak of his career. But it wasn’t a bad timing either. And when he had seen an opportunity to give his feelings a chance, he grabbed it. He pursued his feelings for you.

When he did, he’s had a hard time showing it to you. Fortunately for him, more than a year of being in a romantic relationship with you, he slowly learned. From you, of course. His greetings of kisses, side hugs, his hand resting on your waist or shoulders when you two sit together, or even entwining his fingers with yours for others to see proved that he’s soft all along. The facade he created for others to perceive of has dissolved in time with your affection for him.

Now that he’s learned enough, he does not back down even an impending fight if it means the good in you. Between you two, he mostly does the scolding because you’re too sweet to take care of everyone else but yourself that sometimes, it cost your health in the process. While he always scolds you like a parent does to his child, he makes sure you’re also spoiled rotten. Not only the expensive gifts he bought for you could attest to that, or the fact that he takes charge of purchasing new producing equipment for you, or the coffee he lets you consume because you love it despite you complaining to hyperacidity sometimes which he would always have a spare of antacid for remedial.

It was the fact that he lets you take away little or all his precious alone time from himself to make sure you're well taken care of. And the exclusive access to Genius lab only available for your convenience that not even the members have the privilege of. And most of all, it’s the fact that he doesnt let you do all the sweet things in this relationship.

As you asked permission to give him a little gift, an idea crossed his mind and he almost cringes while he contemplates of doing it. Letting it materialize based on his own suggestion which he has never thought of doing.

“On one condition,”

Your head snapped back at him in question.

“What is it?”

“I’m going to get you one, too.” The moment you had comprehended what he said, your eyes widened, not expecting a negotiation coming from him. It was either no or yes, the answer you were anticipating from him.

“Why? You dont have to.”

“Well, forget about your idea then.”

“Yoongi!”

“What? You’re spoiling me rotten and you dont want me to return the favor?”

“I’m not telling you to return everything I do to.”

“Still no.”

“Why is it so hard to please you...” You sulked, leaning your back further in the sofa and increasing the distance between your bodies giving it as a silent cue that your unhappy with his proposition.

“I’m not. It’s you who doesn’t like accepting anything from me.”

The other pair who has been watching your interaction in amusement finally let a loud snicker making you snapped your head in their direction.

“Stop laughing. It’s not even funny.” Yoongi joined them, showing his teeth and his gums in the process, and allowing you to see his eyes shrinking from his cute little laugh.

You shifted your glare at him, but it in a matter of seconds, it was slowly turning into a sulky one.

Yoongi, whose laughter has died down, smirked at you, “If you consider it, we can even match, you know?” This time, still dazed with his adorable, and gummy showing laugh, you didnt quite understand what he meant.

“Match?” You echoed.

“Yes, like the couple thing?"

It took you a few seconds to mentally processed the words in your brain and made sense to you. When you did, your eyes widened not ever expecting the response you just got from him.

You’re not even sure if it was an embarrassment that you caught on his face right after he stated it and you didn’t bother teasing him about it because you were too consumed with shock. He’s never the cheesy person and never the one to initiate things like this.

“Really?!” A bubble of excitement slowly fills you up that is obvious through the tone of your voice.

“Yeah.” Shrugging his shoulders as he tried so hard to make it seemed like it’s not a big deal. Unlike you, who’s very transparent in showing your elated expression from his proposition.

“Can we just buy the same thing?” Yoongi asked, growing more irritated as he still couldn’t find a piece for you and considering that he needs to match it with yours. Have you even chosen one, yet? He needs to see your pick, first.

“No, these are for men. Choose one for me from the women's collections.” You instructed, while Yoongi lets you tap through his phone in his hand to get to the right page of a certain brand's online store.

“Fine.” Groaning out of impatience. He should have not given it up a thought if the objective was this hard to fulfill. To be quite honest, scrolling through the page, he realized that the pieces of jewelry he’s selecting from right now look all the same and it was frustrating him even more.

Yoongi has not even made up his mind when he heard you asked, your phone shoved closer to him so he could see.

“Which one do you like the most?” And here you are, not even 10 minutes after he disclosed his idea to you and you have already picked three bracelets. Showing your selections to him as you tried to seek his help in choosing the only you’ll buy for him.

“They’re all fine.” Are you even serious? He couldn’t even pinpoint the difference among the pieces.

“That’s not helpful at all.” Frowning as you were left unsatisfied with his answer.

“Baby, just choose one. It does not matter what you get for me. I’ll like it anyway because it came from you.”

You couldn't help but to smile. Mesmerized by the sincerity of his response. Leaning forward, your lips briefly touched his cheek, a sudden need to show your affection.

Despite his effort of indifference towards your sudden act, a shade of pink involuntarily painted his cheeks which earned another peck on his tinted cheek from you.

You proceeded on selecting the item that you think will suit Yoongi the best and as you pondered over while examining each bracelet, his eyes lingered on your phone as your thumb hovered over a specific bracelet. Few seconds later, you pressed the purchase button below the bracelet you have chosen for him.

You turned your attention to his phone. “Can I see what you got for me? We have to match, Yoongi.” You reminded him, as if he will forget. It’s his idea, after all.

“They look all the same...” he trailed. Yet, selected the one which resembles your option the most.

“No, they don’t,” as you examined his chosen item for you. “Oh that’s beautiful. It does look similar--oh Yoongi, that’s $11,000!”

The two younger members who are busy playing games with their phones, turned their heads towards your direction, unintentionally mimicking your expression. Shock.

Scoffing, they could’ve fooled you. The younger members are notorious when it comes to shopping, even more than Yoongi. They shouldn't be that surprise to hear you say a five digit price of a jewelry. For all you know, they own pretty much designer brands of articles of clothing from head-worn down to their socks.

“So? You chose a 10 grand one.”

You stared at him in question and back to your phone screen. Blinking a few times as if to make your eyes see much clearer than it should. It’s true. “Oh. I didn’t notice.”

Yoongi shrugged, like he was silently telling you he doesn’t care about spending so extravagantly to a single piece of item which in your case is a bit too much despite having the means to afford it. Well, in fact, he really doesn’t. His watches were more expensive than this bracelet.

“That was unintentional— “Did he choose that bracelet because it resembles the one you selected or is it because it’s more expensive than the bracelet you got for him? “Wait, are you competing with me?”

Turning his head away from you, avoiding your accusing eyes. He shrugged, “They’re matched, anyway.”

(photo © CelestialYM9395)

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yndream · 5 years ago

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Bf!yoongi really does love you

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 1 year ago

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not allowed xvi | myg, jjk

pairing(s): est. poly relationship – yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: The date of Min Yoongi's mandatory service is drawing close. It is not a solemn time, but rather a time to reflect back on how your relationship is different now. Um... other than Jeon Jungkook passed out on the couch. Ignore the snoring.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; discussion about Yoongi's mandatory civil service; relationship talk; holy shit, they love-love each other, all the feels; no smut; idol!BTS - Yoongi x reader x Jungkook; reader is JK’s noona; based on real time

“I’m going to be living like you for a while.”

“It is not as exciting as you think it is,” you had replied with a small laugh.

This.

The addition of Jeon Jungkook to the relationship between you and Min Yoongi had a comfortable rhythm. At first, there had been hesitancy. Uncertainty in defying convention, but it had felt so natural that it seemed weirder to defy the connection. A male idol having a girlfriend was already not allowed, so what was one (or) more rule(s) broken? And so, the relationship between you three was a secret from the public for reasons and a secret from most for other reasons.

All obvious, logical, unspoken.

Of course, the ones who knew the most were the other five members of BTS. For the sake of happiness, they preserved this bubble and did not interfere. Understandably, in the beginning, there had been a light discussion between all about if this was helping or hurting. They had wanted to know if anyone was overstepping bounds or if there were any ill feelings. At the end of the day, Yoongi and Jungkook did work together. But, more importantly, they were friends. The group could only work as a unit if everyone trusted each other. This was unmarked territory. Love could be messy. No one could predict the future of forever. You could only promise to be honest. Yoongi had said that he would do his best to communicate and take care of the relationships. And Jungkook, well, he was the kind of man that always had to come back to who he was, otherwise he felt lost.

Meaning…

He was alarmingly bad at hiding his attraction to you.

As proven on Run BTS!, Jeon Jungkook was a very shitty liar.

Surprising to all, the dynamic ended up having a good flow. You knew what you were getting yourself into and you knew you had to adapt to unusual circumstances, as you had been when you chose to pursue this love. As the older one, Yoongi understood Jungkook well. As the younger one, Jungkook was considerate and pure-hearted. There were no major difficulties because everyone went to great lengths to communicate and to be understanding. There was a shared belief in the power of a promise. No need for specific rules on how much time you spent with one or the other, nor any rules for how the time would be spent. With the introduction of solo activities, it became a little easier.

It was easy to love and, now, even easier to spend that precious time together.

Jungkook always told you how important you were to him. Probably because he too wanted to hear that you reciprocated the feeling, which you did and told him so. He was, as he often said, a (large and excitable and very cute) handful. He had odd hours. He was eccentric. Unpredictable. It very much depended on the day if Jeon Jungkook wanted to think very deeply about something specific… or nothing at all. Unbeknownst to ARMY, he had incorporated parts of your personality into his own. It worried you a bit, but it didn’t (did?) bother the fans when he started being a bit more devil-may-care (shirtless).

A good problem to have, one might say.

He often asked for your opinion on this or that. He had worried about being dishonest, about shying away from fans because he felt like he had to keep secrets. You told him to just act on his feelings when he missed them. Friends contact friends when they think of them. Why should ARMY be any different? You didn’t want him to and didn’t think he should stop interacting simply because he was in love. You had told him there was more to him than his relationship with you, and now he was terrorizing ARMY at midnight instead of his girlfriend (his habit of having no sleep schedule was slightly affecting your work life so you were very grateful when he made this decision). That was how Jungkook was. He wanted to know what you thought and how you thought about life. You would always answer honestly, even during times when you knew he wouldn’t like it. Sometimes he would go against your advice. He would usually come back and mumble, you were right, noona, so you never felt the need to scold or say anything more.

Stubborn ox.

Fucked like a rabbit though.

There was some truth to those chosen animal emojis, huh.

Anyway.

You realized that, because of your now relationship with Jeon Jungkook, your relationship with Min Yoongi was different now. Different in all the obvious ways, yes.

But also different in ways you nor him had predicted.

This.

After you lightly joked about him mentioning his soon-to-be-change in work life, it is not as exciting as you think it is, you had looked into Yoongi’s eyes and you knew. He, too, understood. It was a split second. The tension went over Jungkook’s head (he was also a bit too focused at laughing at Kim Taehyung’s appearance on Running Man, understandable), however, in that millisecond of shared gaze, you saw that something about your response had bothered Yoongi, something that he didn’t want to talk about in front of the maknae. Neither of you had ever agreed not to argue in front of Jungkook. Bicker, yes. The youngest found that hilarious. But a more serious discussion? It had never come up.

Until now.

And now you realized – and, by reading his expression and sudden turn of his head, Yoongi as well – that unconsciously both of you had always relied heavily on how well you knew the other, always relied on the many years before Jeon Jungkook to be the centerpiece of this relationship, always relied on an unexplainable telepathy that had developed from knowing the heart, relied so much so that neither of you wanted to show Jungkook anything but that indisputable harmony.

Was that… wrong?

It was hard to tell. There was probably no good answer. But there was that shared silence, the unspoken rule, and Jungkook fell asleep unexpectedly (expectedly?) sometime later, with a smile on his face and his arms around you. He was too heavy for you or Yoongi to carry. Well, probably too heavy for both of you combined too, but you didn’t try. Instead, Yoongi brought a blanket and you nestled Jungkook’s head on a pillow, taking care to give him good neck support and keep his now short black hair out of his closed eyes.

“He’s going to wake up sweating,” Yoongi commented with a smile, not pulling up the blanket too high.

“He should have thought about that before passing out. For someone who doesn’t wear a shirt in public, he keeps it on too often in private.”

“You know he only kept it on while we were laying on the sofa because you complained that one time about your hair sticking to his sweaty chest. Now he’s self-conscious.”

You stuck your hands on your hips. “Well, he should stop being so sweaty around me.”

“Sorry. You turn him on. He’s a hot-blooded animal.”

You rolled your eyes in mock distaste and turned to start clearing the coffee table of the wineglasses and empty snack wrappers. The television was on low, nothing but mumbling and light. Your hand reached out and long, gentle fingers rested on your knuckles.

You paused.

It was cooler now. Nearly fall. Still somewhat hot at times, but the nights were cold. The change in temperature reflected in the skin-to-skin contact. Your head turned, seeing his bare fair-skinned arm, then the sleeve of his large white Valentino t-shirt. Black pajama pants that matched the ones you were wearing, but you were in a dark grey sweatshirt with the bottom half cut off. Up to his face, framed now by his shorter black hair, a sign of what was to come, and then.

Yoongi looked back, dark brown eyes glimmering in the dark.

Lost.

When you were younger, it had been easy to fight.

You had been young, he had been young, and it was only you two. Inexperienced and experiencing everything for the first time, at least when it came to the realness of the emotions. Not yet knowing what either of you wanted from that word called love. Not yet mature but responsible enough to learn what was worth fighting over and what wasn’t. There were things worth worrying about and things not worrying about, the latter of which you and Yoongi chose to let go. It became easy once you both came to the conclusion that it was a conscious choice to address issues promptly rather than wasting time playing cat-and-mouse. When it came to Jungkook, then, you already knew how to read body language and demeanor, not to mention Yoongi had spent enough years being dragged around (literally) by the youngest to know everything about him.

It did help that Jungkook could be read like a children’s book. Again, he was not good at lying.

Now.

You looked back at Yoongi, also lost.

He lifted his hand away from yours.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, you didn’t know the right words to say or the correct way to read him. You could tell Yoongi didn’t know what to say either. It had become a habit to not speak too much about the things he or you had to do. You had static work responsibilities and Yoongi understood that. He had no set schedule, only bursts of time that were in unpredictable cycles despite trying to schedule things. You understood that. His life was a little chaotic and difficult. On some level, you enjoyed it, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. He knew that.

Or.

Did he?

His dark brown eyes shifted downwards. Then, back up, quickly, accompanied by a defeated sigh. You could see that he was telling himself to just say it because the silence was going to become unbearable.

“Are you disappointed?” Yoongi asked you softly.

“What?” Your voice was also quiet. “Why would I be disappointed? About what?”

When he had mentioned earlier that he would be living like you for a while, he had been referring to his mandatory civil service. You knew that. You also knew it was not something you got to decide, nor something he got to decide either. It was assigned. This was a known part of life for Koreans. It was something you could not change, something every able-bodied Korean man had to do, and something you did not look down on.

He was silent for a moment.

“I didn’t want to press on it,” you said, taking a step towards him so you didn’t have to raise your voice above a whisper. “I know you did your best in physical therapy and that you wanted to try and see if you could do military service since it is shorter time period.”

Those dark eyes came back to you. It was apparent that it was much easier for you and Yoongi to comfort Jungkook rather than each other. Being two people that were shown reality rather than having accessible comfort, it was always awkward at times like this. It was too late in the relationship and there was too much consideration to be angry over a misunderstanding, but now you could see why couples resorted to it rather than the discomfort of stumbling towards comprehension.

“Everything has a silver lining.” He smiled again, sheepish and not wanting to frown. “You taught me that.”

The words your ordinary and my special came to mind.

The corner of your lips ticked upward. “Yeah, you’ll be the most handsome civil service worker in all of the nation. It’s going to be so troublesome for them,” you sighed, shaking your head and waving your hand.

His fingertips touched your wrist.

You ceased all movement, gazing up at him.

Underneath wisps of black, those dark eyes searched yours.

“I thought you would be happy,” Yoongi admitted, his touch lingering. “I finally get a small taste of how you live. What hardships you have.”

A pained pause.

“At least some idea of ordinary.”

You took a moment to truly listen to what he was telling you.

Then, your fingers curled, caressing his thumb.

“Min Yoongi,” you breathed out, savoring his name with love and admiration. “I have chosen extraordinary since the day I chose to stay with your heart. I have never regretted a single day, a single hour, a single minute. Not even a second.” You shook your head again, lightly and in seriousness this time, turning your hand in his, not just holding it but believing in the precious power of a promise. “For the record, I don’t need you to experience ordinary life for me to feel like you understand my occasional work complaints. Hell, sometimes I complain just to complain,” you chuckled, squeezing his hand. “I only want you to trust my word. I don’t have the same hardships as you, yes, but I don’t need you to experience mine to for you to be empathetic towards me.”

He sighed and you looked up at him. There wasn’t exasperation. Only a wish that he said something sooner. “At times I feel so out of touch with most of the world.”

“You know that’s okay, right?” you quipped.

Dark brown orbs darted back to you, cocked eyebrow and slight frown.

Himself again.

You shrugged. “You are now a once-in-a-lifetime mega world superstar. Your talent literally cannot be contained in Korea. Didn’t your sold-out solo tour teach your that, hm?”

Gaze sharpening.

You smiled.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. He was annoyed, but in a good way.

“You will be doing something many normal people do, but you have always done normal people things, you know,” you reminded him.

His expression softened, pensive to your words.

“You have famous friends in the industry, but you don’t make connections you don’t believe in. You help other music artists that many people know the names of, but you don’t do it with only profit and benefit in mind. While the situations are extraordinary, your actions are heartfelt, genuine, and what any ordinary person would do if they cared about them.”

There was something Yoongi always did when he was embarrassed at someone complimenting him and that was cringe and try to smile away the words like he couldn’t hear them. He wasn’t stopping you though. You tugged at his wrist and made him look at you, albeit with some shifty eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You held your joined hands between your beating hearts. “I have learned to expect the unexpected. I didn’t want to get any hopes up of maybe having aligned schedules in case they aren’t. I am not worried about the next couple years, but now I see that bothered you.”

A beat of recognition.

Soft sigh.

A half-smirk.

“It always kind of does.” Yoongi leaned down, forehead to forehead, closing his eyes. Your felt his hair against your skin, his warm breath feathering over your nose. “You are so capable and self-sufficient that I sometimes wonder if I am a selfish one.”

“Hah, how?” You tapped his own knuckles against his sternum sternly. “Are you fucking two dudes from the same group too?”

“Shut up,” he snickered, pressing his lips to your brow. Firm pressure. He clutched your hand tightly. “I know that I can’t give you normal, but it feels too strange that you don’t demand much. I know it is because you don’t want to pile on any stress, but…”

“Are you saying you want me to be a brat?”

A measured silence.

You pressed on. “Don’t you get enough of that from Jungkook?” you whispered low.

A defeated exhale. “I’m only saying I would understand if you were a little bratty.”

“Are you just saying that to get an excuse to spank me?”

“I don’t need an excuse. You’ll beg for it anyway.”

“Excuse me, I do not beg. I order youto spank me.”

“Uh huh.”

“Why are we whispering?” came the croaky, groggy voice of Jeon Jungkook.

You nearly got whiplash.

“Gah!”

“Woah!”

You and Yoongi both pulled away instantly, not really in fear of being seen but more in shock and mild embarrassment. Maybe you both had somehow forgotten Jungkook was there. He had been snoring a little after all. A pink twinge danced across Yoongi’s cheeks. You looked away quickly, and so did he, feeling the tips of your ears burn, not really sure why, and you felt your intertwined fingers begin to loosen.

Both of you froze as a large, tattooed hand slapped onto your joined hands and stopped them from untangling from each other.

Your head jerked, staring at Yoongi wide-eyed. He had a similar, confused expression, soft pink lips parted, blinking quickly. In unison, both of you turned your heads to the fluffy bedhead standing beside you. It was a narrow space between the sofa and coffee tables, so there wasn’t far to look.

Jeon Jungkook was much too sleepy to open his eyes fully.

“Hyung? Noona? What’s wrong…?”

You started a little at his naked pecs. “What the… Why are you shirtless?”

His left hand came up to scratch his head as he yawned. “I got hot, so I took it off… What were you guys talking about?”

“Never mind that, you should sleep on a bed now that you’re up,” Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. He began to pull his hand away and you followed suit, thinking it was safe, glancing at Yoongi who offered a wry smile with his eyes, this guy, and you smiled back, also amused.

Strong fingers tightened.

Three hands bound together.

“Hey.”

You paused, sensing something in Jungkook’s soft tone. Yoongi did too. No one looked at each other. Three introverts between a sofa and a coffee table, between snacks and cushions, between complicated feelings and the belief of a precious promise.

“Hyung’s right, noona.”

You felt your heartbeat slow.

He stumbled a little bit on his words but you barely noticed.

“I’ve never really said this before but… You are the best thing that happened to me besides BTS. I am so lucky to have met six really good guys who took care of me and taught me so much. I am so lucky to have fans that support our journey and music. I have people who have such great love for me that I would have never received if I was all by myself. But... I am also lucky to have someone like you who understands that love. Someone who never tries to come between it, someone who cares about that love as much as I do, someone who encourages me and stands by me even though I am a lot to handle and don’t listen sometimes.”

You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to say, ah, Jungkook, stop, don’t say this, but you felt Yoongi’s sharp gaze and his eyes told you, shut up and listen to this half-asleep man ramble. You shut your mouth but it was still way too embarrassing (not to mention staring at nakey JK was not appropriate for the serious atmosphere, time and place, time and place). His deep voice was a soft murmur, as if it saying these words suddenly like this was not planned. Probably wasn’t.

“I am so lucky to love you.”

A small sniffle.

“I am so lucky to have you too, Yoongi.”

You half-expected the older male to start sprouting you’ve grown up so much once again, but the words couldn’t come out and those cat-like, dark brown eyes were misty, listening.

Really listening.

“I was talking to Taehyungie and I… I realized…”

Jungkook’s fingers caressed your hands.

“Because of you and Yoongi, I have it easy… Everything… Everything is easy. I never feel like I don’t have your attention when I speak to you. You can always tell when I’m stressed and can get me to talk about things even though they might be silly or it’s a situation you’ve never really been in.”

“Feeling frustrated or sad about your everyday life is normal,” you quietly interjected.

You heard the gentle appreciation in his voice. “And you never made me feel like my everyday life is not normal, even though it clearly is.”

You looked up.

Jungkook was staring at all three hands. His eyes were heavy with drowsiness and perhaps something else. A heaviness of words unsaid, maybe, or maybe he was just honest and the thought popped into his head right now.

“Well, I do kind of, sort of, possibly, know someone already who has the exact same lifestyle as you,” you lightly joked.

But.

There was a softness under those lashes and kindness that galaxy of stars in those dark brown orbs.

“I know. And I know I don’t have to explain anything. I don’t have to go through any troubles. I know I can trust you. I don’t have to worry. And that makes me lucky.”

This.

It was true that you didn’t need to hear all this to believe it was fact. You didn’t need, no. But hearing it, and then it hit you harder than ever before, the inexplicable feeling, the naturalness, and Jungkook looked up when he sensed your silence, meeting your eyes, you looking back, into big brown eyes that could be cool, could be sexy, could be endearing, could be anything, but all they said right now was, I love you.

The thought popped into your head.

Wow, he really has matured a lot.

“I’m not doing anything special, Jungkook,” you chuckled softly, about to shake your head but he caught your eye, stopping you in your action.

“You are, noona. Hyung knows, I know, and, like you say to me all the time, it is okay to be a little selfish sometimes.”

“I…”

But you couldn’t look at him anymore, feeling your cheeks flush and your hold tighten, placing your left hand over theirs and pulling your body closer to them. You didn’t have any particular selfishness, really. Truly, what more did you need than Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook trying their best? You didn’t need any grand actions. You only needed to know their hearts were in it. They always were, no matter what, always meaning well, and this small bubble was enough, this contentment was enough, but also you realized that maybe, maybe once in a while.

Maybe it was nice to hear that acknowledgement.

“I only want you both to be yourselves. I don’t want your happiness to be taken away because of numbers, because of what people say, because of unnecessary expectations. That is all I ask for,” you murmured, blinking quickly and taking a slow breath. “I am a simple person deep down. I don’t want to be a burden. There are still so many amazing things you two can do and I don’t want to be the one to hold you back–”

You felt Jungkook’s hand leave yours and Yoongi’s.

Suddenly, strong fingers plonked onto the crown of your head and yanked your head back to face two rather vexed expressions.

“Noona, not trying to be rude, but are you actually listening to anything I’m saying?” Jungkook grumped.

You fixated on his two lip rings and the bouncing mole underneath that frown.

“What?”

Yoongi’s hand also left yours and landed on your shoulder. “We appreciate you. We love you. You are not a burden. No one is questioning your intentions. Please, if you want something that we can give, say it and let us do it for you. A little lost sleep, a little inconvenience is nothing.” He sighed with slight exasperation. “There are things we can do, or can try to brainstorm alternatives, even if you think it’s a little unreasonable.”

“Also, why aren’t you looking at me?” snapped the younger male impatiently.

“Uh.”

“It is not like you haven’t seen Jungkook naked. In fact, I think the whole world has seen him naked.”

“Hey!”

You cleared your throat. “I have absolutely zero problem with a missing shirt,” you corrected firmly, still avoiding anyone’s eyes and (more importantly) chest. “I… I have simply realized this conversation is quite serious and I am trying not to get distracted by anyone’s nip–face.”

A light pat on your shoulder.

“Is communication turning you on?”

“Min Yoongi, I will bite you.”

“I like it when you’re feisty. It’s hot.”

You jerked your head around and poked him in the chest roughly, which did nothing to stop that signature smirking face.

“Noona, it’s been a while since you bit m–”

“Don’t say anything,” you cut him off, snapping your wrist to also (sternly?) prod Jungkook in the (naked) chest. “You are the most trouble–”

The younger male grinned, playful and devilish.

You completely forgot Korean all of a sudden.

Jungkook patted you on the head.

Infuriating.

“You’re so cute, noona.”

You swiped at him, gripping his forearm and growling. “I’ll show you cute–!”

Smooth like butter (like a criminal undercover), Jungkook bent his elbow, devious smirk widening, yanking your hold and your stubborn ass forward before you could realize your mistake, gasping as you felt the hard muscle and graceful simplicity of the movement. Suddenly you were right in front of his face, chest-to-chest, to a brilliant smile and a large nose poking the top of your cheek, playful laughter and his other arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

This idiot was flexing his tattooed bicep right next to your dropped jaw too.

“Whatchu think? I’ve been trying to work out still but I’ve been eating a little too well lately.”

You grasped his forearm tighter.

Not helpful (but also helpful).

“Be quiet,” you managed to squeak out, jumping as you felt hands on your shoulders and a low, husky voice chuckle next to your ear.

“Discipline him.”

Not your boyfriends ganging up on you and preying on your kinks to…

Oh.

You relaxed.

Ah.

Raised your head.

Jungkook gazed back at you, smiling wide, expressive big peepers telling you all you needed to know.

You’re equal, noona. You always have been.

It still wasn’t the easy to say, but it got easier every time because every time you were more and more sure of how much you meant it.

“I love you.”

He said it back, your eyes sparkling in his. You turned your head and said it again. Hundreds of times, thousands of times, millions, didn’t matter, Yoongi said it back, a small kiss to your hair, murmuring, comfortable against you, and you faced Jungkook again, sharpening your tone to seducing sternness, hm, Jeon Jungkook, you really think you know who you’re dealing with, a promise of precious love expressed in (right) body and (right) mind because it was important to say but also to do. Important to feel but also express. Important to be selfless but too much selflessness was also selfish in a way when someone only wanted to feel a little needed now and then, even in a small way, in held hands and lips-to-lips and skin-to-skin.

Yes, the next few years would be different.

They would also be interesting.

You looked forward to them because you trusted them and you trusted yourself. There was always a silver lining. Every day was a new adventure. There was no need to be afraid. After all, one stopped living life once they became afraid.

You wanted to be present.

Every hour, every minute, every second.

The last moments came and they ended with a laugh.

"Don't get sick."

His small, teasing smile said, who are you, my mom?

"Do your best."

The playful eye shift said, eh, I'll think about it.

You smiled back. A slow breath. Your fingertips lingering, sensations of adoration, a million words exchanged between your gazes. Min Yoongi reached up and closed his hand around yours, holding it lightly. There was a lot being said. A lot of memories made and to be made. A lot of future to look forward to. Conversations in the quiet breathing and in the rhythmic pulse of your joined touch. Hands that told stories.

"I can't tell you how much I love you," you chuckled softly. "That would be really embarrassing."

A good-natured smile that hid a laugh. "Yeah? I couldn’t tell you how much I love you either. And, anyway, there's plenty of time. Years and years to elaborate."

A precious promise.

"Yeah. There's plenty of time," you quietly echoed.

A stillness.

This entire exchange didn't last that long to the outside world, but there was forever in his eyes.

Yoongi smirked. Time to get a move on. "Don't get into too much trouble."

You grinned. Leaned in and gave him a delicate, soft kiss.

Whispered against his smile.

"I would never do anything that is not allowed."

This time Yoongi didn’t hold back and laughed.

part xvii ... relationships were not allowed.

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gold-daegu · 5 years ago

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Absence: Ch. V

Summary:

Leaving the small town you’ve lived in for 8 years was a breath of fresh air, a new beginning. However when you cross paths with one of Seoul’s nefarious crime syndicate, you’ll wish you never left home.

A/n: GOD this is the absolute worst chapter ever. I got stuck so many times and after all of my editing I’m still not happy with it. AnywayY/n got where I wanted her to be so I guess that’s okay

Warnings: Language, Acts of Violence, suggestive themes, sexual scenes.

- - -

The next few moments seemed to pass slowly.

Jungkook whispered something incoherent into the intruder’s ear before he shoved him toward the door roughly, watching him scamper out of the room and the apartment. You watched as Jungkook’s chest heaves, his gaze dark as he made sure that your attacker would not return.

You on the other hand, were damn near close to bawling your eyes out. Your hand was clutching your throat, the bleeding not serious but the sight of blood was horrifying after the escapade that just went down. A choked whimper left your lips, silent tears escaping your eyes.

The pathetic sound had caught Jungkook’s attention. His harsh stare turning towards the figure that was slowly sliding down the wall, tears running down plush cheeks non-stop. He took a deep breath, getting back into character and making his way over to you.

“Y/n” He called softly, “It’s clear, he won’t be coming back anytime soon.” While he thought his words would be comforting, the only response he got was a few quiet sniffles. He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to do next. Knowing the enemy was gone would be enough to comfort him, but he had to remember that you weren’t like him.

He sucked in a breath, building up the will to do the only thing he could recall as a normal comforting measure. He bent down slowly, sitting beside you, and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He felt your body stiffen at his foreign touch, but you leaned into him nevertheless.

He sat there with you as you cried into his shoulder, an awkward pat on the back from Jungkook was all the extra comfort you were going to get. He was there for you, albeit not emotionally, but physically he was a decent source of peace.

His mind was elsewhere. The events of tonight told Jungkook exactly what he wanted to know; Jase was alive and very well aware of your whereabouts. This was a turn around for him, it completely changed the rules of the game. You are now an extremely important playing piece and he needed to defend you at all costs.

You pulled away finally, wiping your eyes gently with the sleeve of his white button up that you were still wearing. With one last sniffle you nodded to yourself, “T-Thank you, Jungkook.” Tears filled your eyes once more, “ For-- For sa-saving me.” You found yourself going back to his shoulder to hide your face in embarrassment.

This time he was the one to pull you back, hands on your shoulders as he made eye contact with you. “He’s gone, but we have to leave now.” His eyes traveled over your features, drifting over your puffy eyes and down to the cut that was still faintly bleeding. He let out a heavy breath, taking your hand and wiping the blood away with the sleeve of his shirt. Yet another that has been ruined. There goes his clean streak.

He released his grip, standing suddenly and offering out a hand, “Do you trust me?”

You stared up at the dark haired boy, his eyes twinkling yet filled with so much determination. The earlier fight echoed in your mind, how quickly he came to help you and how fiercely the young male protected you. You could trust this man.

You allowed him to pull you to your feet. You both stood in silence for a moment as he allowed you to compose yourself before he helped you pack. He backed away, clearing his throat awkwardly, “Gather some things you’ll need. Change your clothes. We’re not gonna be back for a while.”

He left through the bedroom door, not going too far from you just in case someone tries to enter through the window; though he doubted that would happen.

He pulled out his phone, unlocking it swiftly he found his hyung’s number, dialing immediately.

He lowered his voice as he heard the other voice break the silence, “I’ve got a lead, but circumstances have changed.”

The other voice hummed, “I see, are you bringing her here?”

Jungkook paused, Taehyung would be furious if he found out that Jungkook wrapped you up into this life, but if he didn’t you could potentially slip away from him. He nodded to himself, “Yeah. Don’t tell Taehyung.”

You shuffled around the room, trying not to think of tonight’s earlier events and trying not to think about how scary Jungkook was when he came to your aid, how emotionless he was.

Shaking the thoughts from your head you wandered over to the semi empty closet, pulling out the few clothes you managed to hang up and shove them into your black duffel bag. You threw the bag onto the floor, scurrying over to the living room where Jungkook had just hung up the phone. You barely spare him a glance as you search through the piles of laundry for some clothes to change into, but you could feel his eyes fixated on you the entire time.

You settled on a black and white striped shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, which would go nicely with the green army jacket you found. You stepped over a few pots and pans you had drug out a few days ago to get to your shoes, but somehow managed to trap your foot in the handle of one. You yelped and stumbled over to your destination, earning a small chuckle from the dark-haired male who still hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.

A small smile spread over your cheeks, swiping your pair of black converses from the floor and rising to offer a cheeky grin to Jungkook. He shook his head at you, casting his gaze back to his phone, “Go get dressed.”

- - -

You slipped out of your room, in a new attire and a large duffel bag in grip. You sigh, not wanting to leave again, but you knew it was inevitable. You turned the corner and came face to face with Jungkook who was a less shocked than you were at the sudden appearance.

“You scared me.” You gasped, a hand coming up to your heart.

He looked you over, nodding and shuffles to the front door, “You look good, if that’s all you need then we should go ASAP.” He murmured as he checked the hallway once looking back at you for a reaction, an answer.

You gaped. Did Jungkook just say you looked good? Your heart warmed, confidence laced your veins suddenly. The idea that such a good-looking person thought you were also looking good today only fueled your ego.

Nevertheless you nodded away, shaking off the ridiculous feeling off. Your motion gave him the okay to move forward, quietly and swiftly making his way down the hallway with you in tow. He moved into the lift, pushing the button for ground level without a hint of hesitation. You grunt, slinging yourself into the small room before the metal doors closed on you.

Upon your arrival the brown eyed male beside you had taken your bag, slinging it over his shoulder effortlessly, “We’ll be moving slower if I let you carry it.” He explained offhandedly. You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, casting the male an exasperated glance before following him through the lobby and out onto the ever busy streets.

It was awkward to say the least, especially since he took his sweet time in walking, allowing you to lead the way to a place you’ve never been to. You arrived at a bus stop a little ways past the one you usually took to work each day, “Are you at least going to tell me where we’re going?”

Your question went unanswered as the faded blue bus rolled up with a squeal of brakes. The covergirl advertisement was peeling off the side and the faces in the foggy windows were a series of exhausted 9 to 5 workers who had seemingly had a bad day. Jungkook began boarding the bus, taking your bag with him without a second thought.

You huff and board after him, a wave of musty aroma hitting your nose suddenly and causing your stomach to lurch in the slightest; someone seriously needed a shower. There were nearly no seats which left only a few dangling handles from the ceiling, but you’d take those over sitting next to a complete stranger. You follow after Jungkook, reaching the back of the bus near the emergency exit and watching him take a seat, plopping your bag in the floor in front of him. You blink, blindly reaching for a handle and averting your gaze from the quiet male. There was a seat next to him, but that also meant a seat beside a sleazy man who was already eye-fucking you in his seat and you were not about to put yourself in a position beside him.

The bus rolled to a start, the doors squeaking shut as it went. You moved out of the way of others, letting them take their seats and take hold of their handles. Jungkook glanced up at you, sighing and rolling his eyes, “There’s literally a seat right next to me.” He watched as you bite your lip, shaking your head and gesturing to the man with your eyes, hoping Jungkook would take the hint and not make you sit beside him.

Though of course, Jungkook didn’t get the hint and instead raised his brows and patted the seat next to him with pursed lips. You let out an uncomfortable laugh and sat down, scooting as close as you could to Jungkook without making him groan in annoyance.

It wasn’t even two minutes after you sat down that you felt the man scoot closer to you, putting his hand in the limited space between you and brushing against your thigh. Your heart lurches, hoping that it wasn’t what it seemed like and scooting impossibly closer to the dark haired male. He looked down at you with sharp eyes, noting how much you’ve pushed yourself against him with calculating eyes.

The sleazy man chuckled to himself darkly, slipping his hand onto your thigh with a bold squeeze, and that is when you snapped. You jerk, surprising both parties beside you in that moment, “Don’t fucking touch me.” You growled, grabbing his hand and bending his middle finger back farther than it should go.

The dirty man cries out in pain, tugging on his hand with his free one and falling out of his seat onto the floor. You release his finger, kicking him away and causing him to fall back into the bus aisle. Curious gazes come from all around, the bus swerving to the side and screeching to a rough halt.

Jungkook leans forward when the bus driver stomps back with an annoyed but confused look upon his wrinkled face. He gives you a hard look, glancing from the man’s swollen finger to you, “Miss you’re gonna have to exit the bus, this is assault.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, did this old man just-- hell no. Jungkook grabs your hand and giving it a squeeze, a silent sign saying that he’d take it from here. He gives the bus driver a deadly look, “You’re right, this is assault, but he isn’t the victim.” The old man chokes on his words suddenly, eyes wide as he struggles to even breathe.

Jungkook smirks and looks through the window, “We’re close enough.” He stands abruptly, taking your bag in one hand and your hand in the other, stepping over the male still clutching his finger and pushing past the old man with you in tow.

The street was somewhat abandoned, safe for a few straggling thugs who scatter at the sight of Jungkook. You turn back to glare at the bus driver, but he’s too afraid to meet your eyes from the driver’s seat. You huff, turning your attention back to the street before you, watching as Jungkook released your hand and trudged onwards past sketchy alleyways and deserted buildings calmly.

You two walk in silence for quite some time before he speaks up, voice so soft you could mistake it as wind, “You handled yourself pretty well back there.” Your head turns to him, watching curiously as he makes his way expertly through the streets. Almost like he knew it all too well.

“So who taught you?”

His question takes you off guard, your answer tumbling out of your lips before you even had time to think, “My brother did.” His ears perked up, a curious gaze now trained intently on your every move, “I assume you’re close with him then?”

You shake your head, eyes shifting nervously to the side, “I haven’t spoken to him in quite some time…” You purse your lips. It wasn’t uncommon for others to question your lack of family, and it wasn’t uncommon for you to dodge their questions with a change of subject. You force a smile, “Do you live near here?”

No response from him, just another question, “Overprotective?”

You blink. He wasn’t going to let up this time, that much was obvious. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to talk about Jase, you would love to do just that. But anytime you do as much as mention his name, bad things happen to you and the people around you. You’ve learned your lesson; your brother’s existence was not something to be discussed lightly.

You danced around the subject as much as you can while still answering him. Anything to get the dark eyed man off of your case for at least a moment, “Wouldn’t you be too?” He clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Never had to be.”

He took a sharp turn suddenly, walking into a more shaded area, the sun sinking further past the tall buildings to your left. He pauses suddenly, “You’re so guarded. You’d think we’d be more open after that scare back there.” Frustration, wasn’t a great term to use to describe his feelings. No it wasn’t that serious, nor was he that bothered by your aloof nature. It seemed as if you knew he wanted this information from you and were protecting your brother at all costs. But you couldn’t know his purpose.

He sighs, “Let’s make a deal,” he offered with doe eyes boring into your own, “Ask me anything you want to know, and in return, I get to do the same.” You squint your eyes at him, “Why do you care so much?”

A shy smile crosses his lips, “You can’t blame a guy for wanting to get to know a girl.” He ducks his head down, looking anywhere but at you in that moment. Your heart picks up it’s steady pace, “Okay then.” You decided to start with the basics, the need-to-know questions.

“Where are we going?” Simple enough to answer. He answers smoothly, “To my place, well sort of.”

“What made your brother teach you some of those self-defense techniques?” You stumble, your sneaker getting clipped on an uneven sidewalk. As long as you don’t mention him specifically in your own words, it should be okay… right?

You grimace, “Growing up there was a ton of crime around us, meaning robberies, break-ins, and my dad was even mugged at one point.” The memories weren’t fond, the sight of your father stumbling through the front door, holding his shoulder as it seeped crimson through his clothes; it’s a sight you’ll never unsee. You clear your throat, “He-- everyone thought we would be better off learning some basic techniques just in case, y’know?”

He hummed, turning down a small alleyway between two brick buildings, “I get it. Your brother must have a ton of experience then?” You shrugged at this, “I guess so.”

The gears in his mind start turning, you must not be aware of what your older brother is doing behind closed doors. Although he has left a messy trail behind after not tying up his one loose end; you.

You pause, seizing in your place as you glance around at your surroundings. The neighbourhood was shady, even more so than yours which was as sketch as you thought it could get. He turns on his heel, cocking his head to the side and making his way back to you.

“I don’t like this,” You mumbled, arms crossing over your chest and glancing around, “Can we please go somewhere else?” He sighs, coming back to your side and placing a hand on the middle of your back, ushering you forward down the street, “You’re safe here, trust me.”

You purse your lips, the mood dropping was not going to be your fault. So you nudge his arm softly, “How about you? Got a family?” He scoffed, continuing his long strides with you in tow, craning his head around the corner once more before walking up to a sealed garage door, a large one at that. He slammed his fist on the metal three or four times before he turned to you with a small smile, “Something like that.” When he received no answer he tried again, “Park,” He began with a low voice, “Hurry the fuck up.”

The door slides up at Jungkook’s words revealing a shorter male with twinkling brown eyes and a set of very pouty lips under a button nose. He runs a hand through his ash brown hair, causing the locks to fall in a careless yet elegant manner; you’re tempted to run your hands through them yourself. His eyes shift from Jungkook to you, cocking his head to the side and letting out a hiss of air through his lips.

“Jeon,” he says quietly sparing you a side glance, “Why did you… I need to speak with you, alone.” Jungkook rolls his eyes at his elder, “Not now.” He pushes his way inside, pulling you close behind him by gripping your hand in his own.

You had barely passed the threshold when the man called Park jerked Jungkook back to him by the arm, causing you to stumble into his back, “I said now” He rumbled darkly.

Jungkook raised a brow and glared into the brunettes eyes, “And I said not now.” They stared at each other for a few minutes before Park dropped his arm, a scoff of disbelief leaving his thick lips..

He steps out of the way, watching carefully as you enter without another word. The metal slammed closed behind you, making you jump and grab onto the first thing in reach-- which would be Jungkook’s arm.

Your eyes adjust to the dim light, your heart hammering against your chest as you take in your new environment.

It was quite an adjustment, one of the lights in the room was blown out leaving the job of lighting the area to one little bulb. The area, however, wasn’t what you expected. Leather couches sit in a large area to the right of you, a man with a familiar mop of baby pink hair was sitting on an armchair, reading a thick book quietly. Your lips quirked up at the sight; was that Jin?

You open your mouth to call out to him, his name on the very edge of your tongue when suddenly Park rushes into your line of vision. His eyes are calculating and slightly sultry as he sized you up, his brows furrowing. With pursed lips he switches sides, leaning in to whisper something into Jungkook’s ear as he lulls the taller male to a halt.

Jungkook nods silently with a clenched jaw, watching the other male part ways into the sitting area you were looking at earlier before he finally acknowledges your grip. He tugs his arm slightly to gain your attention, “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”

Further into the building, up the stairs, and down the hall to the bottom left door is where he led you to. A plain room with white walls and little to no decorations, even the bedsheets were a dull black shade. The windows were covered by long gray curtains, leaving only a small bulb to light the spacious room up. The night stand was bare safe for a small lamp, a charger, and a pair of earbuds being messily thrown across the dark wood, the desk in the corner of the room was littered in books, untouched for ages it seems. The room was monochrome, much like the man that stood beside you.

He sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets and shutting the door behind him with his foot, “You should get some sleep, it’s been a rough day.” He watched with careful eyes as you wandered around the room a little, taking in every detail-- which wasn’t all that hard. You found a seat on the end of the bed, glancing over your shoulder at Jungkook who hadn’t taken his eyes off of you once.

“Is this your room?” The question caught him off guard, your voice soft and curious, “It basically screams Jungkook.” His eyes glinted with playfulness, lips twitching up in a smile, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You shrug nonchalantly, “I mean it’s pretty monochrome and not much to look at--”

“Damn that’s cold,” he interrupts with a click of his tongue, he feigns hurt, placing a hand over his heart. You flash a smile his way, this is the lightest the air has been since you left your apartment today. It was refreshing.

The door twists open revealing the pink haired man you wanted to call out to so badly. He beams at you, his eyes crinkling into crescents, “Hey Y/n.” He doesn’t enter the room, keeping his body outside as his head peaks inside.

You stand, your eyes lighting up. God it felt nice to see a friendly face, but… did he live here too? Brushing your questions aside for now you toss up a hand into a wave, “Jin! It’s so nice to see you again.” You move to get closer but he pulls away slightly, a silent sign to not come closer. He gives an apologetic smile and turns his attention to Jungkook who watched the interaction with a blank stare.

“Kook,” He announces, catching the younger’s attention. He gives you a quick glance, lowering his voice and whispering something in Jungkook’s direction, somehow low enough for it to go unnoticed by your ears.

Without another word he slips out of the doorway, leaving a deafening silence in his wake. He looks over in your direction, “I’ve got to go figure out arrangements, get some rest.” He moves to leave, not waiting for a response, but you give one anyway, “Sure thing, Kook.”

He froze, turning to give you a cold look over his shoulder. God, it took everything in you to keep the smug smile present on your face while he was giving you such an icy glare. He shook his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval before he left the room.

The room felt colder, more empty than it had felt earlier with Jungkook in your presence. With a sigh you flop back onto the bed exhausted, but there’s no way you could fall asleep now. You turn on your side, viewing the desk in the corner and skimming your eyes over the spines of the books. He had good taste, that is if he actually read those books. You slide off the bed and make your rounds around the room, taking notice of each item in hope of finding more about Jungkook.

You hover around the desk, Trying the drawers only to find most of them jammed shut. Although when you jiggled the bottom left drawer, it opened. Inside underneath an old spiral notebook was a picture, slightly burned around the edges and burning out another figure. From what you could tell it was a younger Jungkook, probably around the age of 11 with someone much older than him that he didn’t particularly like being with judging by his sad expression.

Your lips pursed in thought; he didn’t have a great family most likely and that’s why he was so aloof about their existence. You click your tongue in disappointment, putting the memory away and closing the drawer as if it was never opened. You sigh and pulled away from the area, instead moving to sit on the bed next to the nightstand. Your eyes shift down to the drawers, were these stuck too? Or did they open? You reach down and tug on the knobs but to no avail. However you did manage to send his charger flying halfway under the bed; very smooth move on your part.

You slide off the plush mattress to pick up the cord, but there was something else there, just under the lip of the bed frame. Your brows furrow, sliding the charger back onto the night stand before you sink lower into the floor, reaching out for the unknown object. The rough pattern followed by a sudden chill of metal threw you, tugging on the item and pulling out into the light.

Your breath hitched, your heart stuck in your throat. It was a gun. Why would Jungkook need a gun? You bend down further, palming the underside of the bed for further evidence, more information on why the gun was there.

Further under the bed, just barely out of reach was a black metal box no bigger than your hand. Giving it a look over you pop open the lid, setting it to the side and carding through photos of people. You let out a breathy laugh; it was just pictures of his friends. Most of these pictures look candid and zoomed in though, which isn’t too out of the ordinary, but every picture was like that.

You frown and set them to the side, underneath it all was a piece of notebook paper folded up neatly. God you wished you’d never opened it. Scribbled messily into even columns was a list of names, some scratched out and some underlined heavily. With brows knit together you read through the names, quickly noticing how many of the scratched out names you’ve seen reported on the news at work. You gulp, wanting to throw the paper away and get out as fast as possible, but instead you kept reading to uncover how many Jungkook had potentially… dealt with.

At the bottom of the page, circled in red pen many times was a name you were all too familiar with; Jase L/n. A squeak left your lips, finally having the courage to fling the paper to the side and back away from it all. Jungkook’s constant prodding made sense now, how unnaturally interested he was in your life and your family.

It explains how he wasn’t phased by the attack at your apartment and how easily he handled the situation. It explains why your first meeting went the way it did.

You stand and make your way to the door, already sure on what must be done. You have to get out of here.

You deem the rest of the building unsafe, deciding that anyone who lived with Jungkook could be affiliated with what he does, even Jin. There was only one other way you could get out of this room and that was the window. You lock the door before swiftly moving to unlatch the window, popping the netting screen out of place and peeking your head out. This was the absolute last thing you wanted to do, but it was the only thing you could do.

You swing your leg over the lip of the window and find stable footing on the thin exterior ledge just outside. The breeze wrapped itself around you, inviting you to step out and see the sinking sun in all its glory. Your heart thundered as you gripped onto the window, keeping one foot on the ledge and letting the other swing freely in search of another safe landing.

Your eyes screwed shut, “It’s just like rock climbing” You thought to yourself. Even though your arms screamed tiredly you hung on with some unknown energy. Your leg dangles in front of the window below you, finding footing on the ledge and maneuver your way down. One more level to go and you’ll be low enough to run.

From the corner of your vision you see a figure rushing towards the window, causing you to jerk and fumble to move out of the way. You let out a shaky breath, “What was that?” The window slides open just as you make a move to slide over, a panicked shriek passing your lips as they grip onto your torso and pull you inside.

Your back hits the floor roughly, knocking the breath out of you for a moment. Your eyes snap open to a familiar face hovering over you; Namjoon. Your throat closed, his brows wrinkling at your flabbergasted expression, “What are you doing here?” The weight on your pinned wrists gets heavier.

Taking his pause as an advantage you break the hold on your wrists with your arms, kicking away from him and scrambling towards the door.

You throw the door open openly to come to a halt. Long arms in case themselves around your body just as you try to turn back, a strangled sob leaving your lips; you just want to go home. You try to shake free from his grip but only manage to tighten his grip, “Please,” You whimper.

The sudden sounds of footsteps cause your head to jerk to the side, watching as three males pace over to you with blank expressions. You resist once more, your gaze unwavering as you fearfully tried to identify the men. Two were walking side by side while one fell behind only slightly, one of the two was someone you recognized; Jin.

Damn your heart cracked a little at the sight of his cold aura, a polar opposite of the Jin you met in Taehyung’s apartment.

Taehyung…

God you missed him more than ever. Sure he pissed you off pretty badly, but you’d rather be with him eating Rice Krispies treats until you’re sick of them. Would he look for you? Does he even know you’re missing? After all, he doesn’t even know where you went after your argument and there’s no way he’d know where Jungkook took you. The blond was your only hope at maybe getting out of here, but at the same time… you hoped he stayed far away from this mess.

The shorter of the two clicked his tongue distastefully, “Now now J, let’s not be so violent towards our guest.” He eyed me carefully, cocking his head to the side in interest, you were quite the sight. He took a step forward, looking into the open doorway and seeing traces of shock on Namjoon’s normally stoic face.

His hand found your face before his eyes did, cold fingers tracing over your cheeks in a feather-like fashion. He hums, tilting your face ever so delicately as he observed you, “Just who do you think you are to cause so much trouble for my family?” You jerk away from his grip just as he releases, rolling his eyes at your behaviour.

“Jeon,” He lazily mutters, waiting for the male to come forth.

Jungkook steps closer, eyes averted to the floor as if he couldn’t look at you. Your heart lurches with relief, “Jungkook!” You cry out, twisting in Hoseok’s grasp. Your arms strains against his grip, but you manage to break free with minimal injury.

He takes a hold of your arms as they stretched outwards and uses them against you. You’re slammed back against his chest, his arms overlapping your own so that you no longer have an advantage. Honestly, you wanted to bawl your eyes out.

Leaving your hometown was such a mistake on your half. All you’ve gotten since coming here is grief, trouble, and a new respect for all of those ignored safety PSAs. You just wanted to go home at this point, just leave this godforsaken place and go back to living with Jon. A new start isn’t worth all of the hell you’ve been put through.

The man that seems to be in charge huffs,”Well if you’re going to continue being a troublemaker…” He pauses and meets your eyes cooly, offering a cunning smirk, “Take her to solitary, Jin.”

July 6th 2019

#bts #bts gang au #gang au #mafia au #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #min yoongi #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bfs fanfic #bfs x reader #jungkook x reader #bts imagines #bts series

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eoieopda · 2 years ago

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darksided (myg)

Min Yoongi adored you. He'd simply never hurt you - unless you asked.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader | Darksided AU Type: One-Shot - SMUT (You must be 18+ to ride this ride.) Sequel to foresight, but can be read as a stand-alone fic. Word Count: 4.4K Content: established relationship au; soft bf yoongi turned mean!dom!yoongi at the request of sub!reader; p in v penetration; unprotected sex/creampie (be safe, y'all); oral sex (m receiving); brief face-fucking; v fingering; squirting; a lil degradation and spit kink, as a treat; harsh language; after-care; also cavity-inducing fluff A/N: This was nine (9) pages in Word - my longest smut ever, all because this man-bun era has got me FUCKED up. Barely proofread (sorry ily). Check out my other fics here. Listen to the playlist here. 12/11/22 A/N: The sequel, blindsided, is finally here! check it out when you're done here :)

“When I signal you, that’s when you press the button, okay?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared down at his recording equipment – a galaxy in its own right, lit up like a Christmas tree. He may as well have asked you to defuse a bomb, except you couldn’t even identify the bomb. “There are approximately three thousand buttons in front of me right now,” you whined.

He was exhausted and you knew it – you could feel it – but his patience with you was, as always, limitless. His fondness for you still shone through his eyes, overpowering the dark circles looming below, as if he hadn’t made a mistake in inviting you into his office. Then there was his laugh, surprising enough to smack you but so soft that it cradled you. “It’s the only one that says ‘record,’ jagiya.”

A quick survey of the landscape before you indicated that this was a criminal oversimplification. There was a minimum of four options fitting his description, and all of them looked both breakable and expensive. You blinked down at the sound board, then back up at him, dumbfounded. “I think you made a mistake letting me in here.”

Again, with the laugh – knocking you prone, nudging you closer to an early grave. Somehow, out of all of time and space, you got to exist in the same lifetime that he did. How lucky you were to have him, and his wind chime laugh all to yourself.

You were lovesick and it was chronic.

“Look down at your left hand – no, baby, don’t move it – that knob above your middle finger?” He was standing on tiptoe inside the booth, gesturing as if he was landing a plane. Your eyes darted up to follow the path of his fingers, then back down to the board. “Go diagonally up from that knob for two rows. Do you -”

Overcome with a sense of unearned pride, you pressed down on the button, beaming. You certainly had not been signaled, but nonetheless, your efforts were rewarded. Importantly, that reward was now recorded for prosperity. Your favorite mixtape, the soundtrack of your racing heart, a lullaby: “I really couldn’t love you more if I tried.”

His wide smile, like his tone, was sweet enough to cause a cavity. You were folded up like a pretzel in his chair, but somehow, your knees still seemed to wobble.

You were lovesick and it was terminal.

“Should I shut it off now until you’re ready to start?” You asked with cheeks glowing pink.

He shook his head, still grinning. “I can cut it down. I do need you to cue the track, though – when I signal you.” He stated the last bit of his sentence slowly, shooting you a pointed look and then a wink.

You were once lovesick and now you are dead.

Finger hovering over the ‘play’ button, you watched him wide-eyed, anxious to avoid another mishap. His faith in you may have been unshakeable, but yours wasn’t – and this third mixtape was his magnum opus. You’d rather explode into a cloud of dust than mess up the tireless work he’d put into it so far.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, centering himself. Without looking, he raised his hand and pointed silently to you. Within seconds, your mind was blown.

Min Yoongi contained multitudes. Despite your years together, it never ceased to amaze you how your beloved introvert – who said more with actions than anyone could communicate with words – could transform the way he did. Moments ago, his voice was a blanket, fresh out of the dryer, but now? Now, his presence electrified you. There was an unapologetic confidence – callousness, even - that you only saw when he rapped.

Even his body language changed, like he’d evolved right before your eyes. You couldn’t look away because there was nothing else worth looking at – just him, top to bottom. The way he held his head, lips nearly touching the microphone, highlighted the deadly curve of his jaw. Carved from marble, luminescent and sharp. The strain of his neck, vibration visible in the column of his throat as he growled out his bars. Then down, down, down to his hands. His rings caught the light from above him, refracting slivers of white as his fingers moved with the beat.

Oh, how you wanted them wrapped around your throat.

Seeing him like this had you spellbound – feral, if you were being honest. As you watched, bottom lip clamped hard between your teeth, a heatwave crashed over you; it burned you from the inside out. Sometimes, you dreamt about this version of him. Your Yoongi adored you. He showered you with affection, respect, and praise. He’d never dream of hurting you.

But would he, if you asked?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear him finish the take.

“Aegiya?” There was a hint of concern in his voice that told you he’d called out to you more than once already.

You swallowed hard and shifted in his chair. “Yes?”

He slid his wireless headphones down until they rested around his neck. The bright red band leaned against his cheekbone as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Are you alright? You looked like you were in a trance.”

He wasn’t wrong. You were hypnotized, and it was entirely his fault.

When you merely hummed in response – too distracted by his features to form a coherent sentence – he opened the door to the booth and stepped out. He pulled the headphones off completely and set them down on the counter before walking straight to you.

You were vibrating. Could he feel it?

The trembling only intensified when he reached you. Looking down at you, he ran the pad of his thumb over your cheek.

“Tell me.” He said, as if that brief touch informed him of the maelstrom spinning circles in your brain. “Something’s got you dizzy.”

Psychic.

Suddenly, you were shy. This man knew and loved every single aspect of you, and still you felt embarrassed. If you begged him to fuck you – not just make love to you – would he laugh at you? Even worse, would he be offended? You didn’t want him to think that what you had wasn’t already perfect because it was.

His eyes scanned your face, narrowing just slightly as he tried to read your mind. The two of you were silent for what felt like hours before you saw it – his pupils dilating, offset by the spark of silent understanding. The corner of his mouth twitched when he cracked the secret code. The hand caressing your cheek lowered slowly until it came to rest on your throat, thumb harshly directing your jaw – and your gaze - upwards.

“Is it me, baby?” He teased with a voice like velvet, cocking his head to the side with a smirk that left you stupid. “Have I got you dizzy?”

Involuntarily, you whimpered. So stunned by his stare that you were speechless. Melting into a puddle. Dripping.

He exhaled sharply through his nose – a cruel, quiet laugh - and his eyes darkened further. “I can’t give you what you want if you can’t tell me what that is.”

Once again, you shifted in your seat. You were suddenly so painfully aware of every nerve in your body, each one tingling like a live wire. Even your thighs clenched, trying desperately to apply pressure where you needed it most. You craved him so badly that it ached.

“I don’t want you to be gentle with me,” was your answer, though it sounded more like a question. “I - I know that you -”

His hand shifted quickly from underneath your jaw. He now had your cheeks pinned between his thumb and middle finger, squeezing hard to cut off your sentence before you could finish it. There was a microscopic pause as his eyes searched yours for permission. You blinked and nodded to the fullest extent you could within his grasp.

“Stupid girl. You know nothing.”

Muffled by his hand, your weak moan was barely audible, but he could feel the way your breathing quickened. The rise and fall of your eager chest. The way your nipples, yet untouched, made themselves known through the fabric of the t-shirt you’d stolen from him. Draped in him but smelling like you.

Blackcurrant, orange blossoms, vanilla.

He leaned down, mouth now hovering beside your ear. The heat of his breath on your neck was maddening, but it was the way his lips brushed against your ear that proved fatal. When he spoke, it echoed in every one of your bones. A whisper heavy enough to bruise. “Get up.”

You followed the lead of his hand over your mouth and rose to your feet. Sharply, he redirected your gaze to the seat you’d just left. It was inexplicable how something so faint could be so blatant. That nearly imperceptible spot, snitching on you; showing him how your body begged for him.

“Such a messy girl, ruining my chair like that.” He tutted. “I should punish you, shouldn’t I? Should I ruin you, baby?”

Held so still, your knees still trembled. Without his hand gripping your cheeks, you would’ve crumpled at his feet. Before you could do so yourself, he forced you downward. After all, your knees couldn’t buckle if they were digging into the hardwood.

He released his grasp and used that same hand to push his hair away from his eyes. Your heart raced as if you were sprinting, and yet you were frozen in place. You didn’t know where to begin because you wanted everything.

Your indecision prompted him to roll his eyes. “Do I have to do everything for you? Say it. What do you want?”

“T-to touch you. Please,” you begged, “I want to feel you in my throat.”

He beckoned you silently with a curl of his finger. You sat up further on your knees and reached out tentatively for the drawstring tied at the waistband of his joggers.

“Stop.” He ordered, and you did. Looking down at your wide eyes, his smirk deepened. Your hands fidgeted uselessly in your lap as he began untying the drawstring himself – his slow pace was torturous. You'd have ripped them off his body if given the chance. “Open your mouth”

Again, you did as you were told.

It took everything you had not to drool when he lowered the waistband of his joggers just enough for his cock to spring out. Already throbbing, beige tip glistening with pre-cum in the half-light. He took himself in his hand and began to pump himself as he took a step towards your waiting mouth.

"Stick out your tongue."

Now, you couldn’t help it – and when he saw the string of saliva spilling from the tip of your tongue, he growled.

“Fuck,” He breathed, sliding the fingers of his free hand into your hair and tugging. “Look at how badly you want to be used - you're begging without saying a word.”

You couldn’t speak, but your eyes were screaming at him. Please.

Teasingly, he tapped the tip of his cock against your tongue, hissing as he felt the wet heat of your mouth. But when you went to close your lips around him, he pulled your hair – and you – away.

“Spit on it – slowly. Keep your eyes on me.”

You felt a twinge between your thighs as he delivered his orders. You’d undoubtedly soaked through your little sleep shorts already, but his tone just then made a mess of you. You squirmed as you kneeled, feeling the rivulets of slick begin to trail down the innermost part of your thighs. And he hadn’t even touched you yet.

Looking up at him from under the curtain of your lashes, you saw the wicked fascination flicker in his eyes. The way his breath hitched as he watched your spit fall from the ledge of your lips until it connected with his shaft. In your peripheral vision, you could see his cock twitch at the contact.

“Now open.” Finally.

A low moan broke from the depths of his chest as he slid into your mouth, and you couldn’t recall a more beautiful sound. As you pushed yourself further onto him, you hallowed your cheeks, following the vein running along the underside of his length with your tongue.

You stared up at him through wet eyes. So full, you pleaded with yourself not to gag, to breathe steadily through your nose. Tip pushing past your soft palate, he grunted as he bottomed out. Without softening his gaze, he watched for your reaction – always so concerned, even when he was pretending not to be. To his surprise, you swallowed, allowing the tightness of your throat to squeeze him.

“You’re fucking filthy.” He muttered with his eyes screwing shut. His jaw fell open when you slid off him, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock once you reached it. His eyes followed suit, blown out pupils fixated on the spit dribbling down your chin; darkening at the obscene sound of him sliding through the suction you'd so masterfully generated.

Pulling your hand from your lap, you reached out slowly for his balls. As your fingers massaged him, his grip on your hair got tighter. Almost imperceptibly, he began to roll his hips against your mouth.

His panting was interlaced with curses as he fucked himself into your warmth. “Fit so fucking perfectly in your throat,” He grunted, “Like you were made to be my toy.”

It startled you when he suddenly removed himself from you. Thoughtlessly, you whined – and then, immediately, you froze. Eyes darting back up to him, the anticipation of consequences prevented you from closing your mouth fully. You waited there on your knees, trembling, while your mascara pooled uselessly in the wells beneath your eyes.

“Somebody feels entitled,” He scoffed as he glowered down at you. “You better be careful what you wish for.”

Before you could process the speed of his movements, his arms hooked under yours and pulled you from the ground. Your legs ached, but as he loomed over you, you followed his unspoken order, backing yourself into a corner. With your shoulder blades pressed flush against the wall, he stepped forward and used his knee to push your legs apart.

For a moment, it seemed like his façade was cast aside. He raised his hand slowly to caress your cheek, swirling soft circles into your flushed skin with his thumb. Out of habit, your eyes drifted shut and you leaned further into his touch. And when he leaned in, just as slowly, your slightly parted lips waited for a kiss that never came.

“You’re just begging to be filled, aren’t you?” He asked in a whisper so sharp it stung. “Not loved but fucked.”

You nodded shyly. “Y-yes,” You stuttered, “Please.”

His lips still lingered closely enough to touch yours, to send shockwaves shooting down your spine, but he continued to withhold his affection. This was the first time – ever – that Yoongi had turned down an opportunity to kiss you. Until now, he didn't seem capable of doing so.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me. Please -” You keened as his hand began to drift from your cheek, down your neck. In the blink of an eye, every word you knew disappeared from your vocabulary. The tip of his index finger trailed down over the fabric of your stolen shirt, between the valley of your breasts, and came to rest at the hem.

He pinched the seam between his fingers and tugged. “Part of me wants to tear this off you,” He mused with his head tilting to one side. His eyes remained locked on yours; the amusement in them was clear, even in the darkness. “But most of me wants to see you fucked out and stupid - in my shirt.”

Your legs threatened to give out yet again. He was devastatingly handsome under normal circumstances, but this newly unearthed cockiness was ruinous. You bit down hard on your lip as he raised your shirt enough to access the waistband of your shorts. With his help, you shimmied them down until they dropped quietly at your feet. Quickly and clumsily, you stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

Yoongi’s hand rose again to your face. His middle and ring finger were extended; the others curled down towards his palm. You didn’t need to be asked to open your mouth – it was the only response your eager mind could conjure. His fingers were cool against your tongue as you closed your mouth around them. And when he was satisfied with the lubrication you’d provided, he slid his fingers out from your hollowed cheeks with a lewd pop.

“How badly do you want to come all over my fingers?”

It’s a wonder there wasn’t a puddle beneath you, considering how those words made you gush. “I need it,” You pleaded with fluttering eyelids and bated breath, “Please touch me.”

You whimpered and closed your eyes as you felt his fingers dive into the pool between your thighs. Every nerve lit up like a switchboard as he slipped through your soft folds. He scoffed at how wet you were – so soaked that it was audible in each millimeter of his movement.

Simultaneous to his middle finger penetrating you, your head rolled back until it rested against the wall. Your mouth fell open, but you were too entranced to do much more than breathe as you acclimated to his presence inside you. He started slowly, curling his finger upwards as he pushed further inwards. Even at this pace, the otherwise dead air was filled with the sound of your sodden cunt.

“You’re dripping already?" He let the tip of his finger rest against the spongy spot behind your pubic bone; the pressure was incredible, but he stayed torturously still. “And yet you’re so - tight.” Achingly slow, the pad of his finger spiraled against your g-spot. “I’ll have to stretch you out before I can bury my cock in you.”

As his ring finger plunged inside of you, you cried out, head slumping forward against his shoulder. Sensing that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up for much longer, Yoongi grabbed the back of your right thigh with his left hand and pulled your leg up to rest against his hip. With this new angle, his fingers ventured even deeper until they bottomed out at the knuckle. He didn’t give you much time to adjust to the new sensation.

As he fucked his fingers into you at a feverish pace, he continued his mind-numbing assault on your g-spot. Over and over, he toyed with you; thrusting, stretching, scissoring, and teasing as your arousal trickled into the palm of his hand. There was an intoxicating – unbearable – warmth burning in the pit of your abdomen. A sensation so all-consuming that your eyes rolled back in your head.

Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in and begging for more as your helpless heart raced. “Oh my god,” You wailed, “Holy shit – Please, I’m - Yoongi!”

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Never in your life had you fallen apart like that – shaking and speaking in tongues. Having sensed the swell of pressure, Yoongi knew exactly where this road headed; and he could tell that you were fighting it. “Don't hold back from me,” He growled.

And then the dam broke.

A wicked grin danced across his face as the wave of pleasure crashed onto the floor below you. “Fuck. Look at this.” He pointed downward and your bleary gaze followed. Remnants of your orgasm had splashed onto his joggers as well as the hardwood. “Nobody could ever make you come like I can. Say it.”

The words bubbled out of your chest, half-way between a sob and a moan. “Nobody can make me come like you.”

You were a shivering, spilling mess; and your ears were still ringing from how intensely your every muscle had clenched. Before your knee could buckle, you were abruptly swept up into his arms. With one arm wrapped tightly around your back, his free hand slid over the surface of his desk, sending various papers and cords rocketing towards the floor.

Once the space was cleared, he set you down and laid you out onto the cool surface. You were exhausted and thankful to be horizontal; though you knew he wasn’t yet finished with you.

After all, he intended on ruining you.

Through half-lidded eyes, you gazed up at him. The hair he’d so neatly tied into a bun at the top of his head had mutinied; inky tendrils were now splayed out haphazardly in different directions. You were fuck-drunk, but you swore the overhead light behind him encircled his head like a halo. It was all so unholy - the way he stood before the altar of your exposed core, with his face angelic and his throbbing cock in hand.

The hand not pumping his cock slid over your bent knee. It took tremendous effort, but you lifted your arm to place your hand on top of his. One tiny squeeze – a brief, loving check-in – received an echo. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the fleeting moment of tenderness was gone. With each of your legs now trapped in his hold, he pulled you towards the very edge of the table.

Once he was satisfied with your closeness, his focus switched to his access. He simply wasn’t content to leave your legs bent up at either side of him; so, he rested the backs of your legs against his shoulders and leaned forward until you’d nearly folded in half.

He didn’t need to use his hand to center himself prior to entering you. His body understood the proportions of yours automatically; like you were puzzle pieces created to fit perfectly together. Though his intention may have been to penetrate you slowly, centimeter by centimeter, your slick was overwhelming. The usual ache you felt upon acclimating to his size was drastically reduced; and he bottomed out quickly, cursing.

The fullness you felt was euphoric, and it left you mewling hopelessly under the weight of his body. He was buried deep, throbbing as your walls constricted around his width. It shocked your system when he slid out almost completely only to drive himself back into you.

“Like a fucking vice grip,” Yoongi hissed as he picked up his already brutal pace. Every curve, every vein dragged maddeningly along your walls as he fucked you. “Do you hear how wet you are? Shit – your pussy is begging for me.”

The only thing louder than the squelch of your cunt was skin hitting skin; close behind was the way your name spilled from his lips in a flurry of expletives. You, on the other hand, were nearly incoherent. With every thrust, he knocked another thought loose until eventually, you had nothing left. Relentlessly, his cock grinded against your g-spot, leaving you too mesmerized to recall your own name.

There was a sheen of sweat above his knitted brows; and his bottom lip was now trapped between his gritted teeth. He was close and you knew it. The depth of his thrusts didn’t falter, but his steady pace was getting harder for him to maintain. You felt the rubber band inside you beginning to fray - on the brink of snapping and shooting you into orbit like a sling-shot.

“Baby,” The soft, shaky voice caught his attention. He opened his eyes and focused hard on you – your flushed cheeks, and trembling lips. As he surveyed you, his resolve began to evaporate; his expression softened immediately. There he was: your Yoongi. “You’re gonna make me come again.”

As your walls clenched tight around him, the edges of your vision began to blur. You watched his face as he came shortly after you, studying how delicately his eyelashes fluttered as the warmth of his release filled you. In that moment, it was the two of you, toppling in slow-motion off the edge of the universe. Irrevocably in love - heaving chests, shuddered moans, names whispered in the place of prayers.

He shifted his arms to allow your quivering legs to fall from his shoulders. When the hands on either side of your head could no longer hold up his weight, he collapsed onto you. With his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, you could feel his breathing begin to slow as his cock softened inside you.

You were nearly delirious when you felt his lips buzz against your skin. You were too far gone to understand what he was too exhausted to communicate. “Hmm?” You hummed, wordlessly asking him to repeat himself.

He groaned with the effort of pulling himself away from your embrace. He only traveled far enough to glance over at you. “I said, I think several of my past lives just flashed before my eyes,” He stated matter-of-factly. Within seconds, his eyes crinkled up at the corners and his grin grew. That soft chuckle wasn’t far behind.

“I don’t know where I am.” You admitted with a sheepish laugh. After a moment, you amended that thought, “I don’t know who I am.”

Yoongi placed a gentle kiss below your ear – the only part of you he could reach without sitting up fully. “I have no idea. How did you get in my house?” As you rolled your eyes, he bumped the tip of his nose against your jaw, too tired to tease you much more than that. “But now that we’re both completely spent, I’d like to go back to being soft with you – for now.”

He tried to wink at you, but both of his lead-lined lids closed in unison. You hummed thoughtfully as you ran lazy fingers through his hair, like the decision required serious deliberation. You paused, then giggled. “Permission granted, my love. You may proceed.”

He was quiet for several moments before he stood bolt upright. Startled, you propped yourself up on your elbow and looked to him. He turned towards the booth and then back to you.

His eyes were wide as a blush swept over his cheeks. "Aegiya, did you forget to stop the recording?"

Sequel (posted 12/11/22).

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