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Bon Voyage, Noona (M) | 05: Friday

Word Count: 9,832

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Friends / Fluff / Smut / Humor

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Bon Voyage, Noona | Masterpost

05: Friday

Sooyeon woke to whispers and fourteen eyes peering at her from every angle.

She yelped at the sight of the guys there, staring down at her in concern. It was a lot to wake up to. She covered herself with her blanket, making the guys laugh fondly.

“Oh good,” Namjoon replied, “you’re OK!”

“I’m not OK with you guys Snow White-ing me!” Sooyeon exclaimed, her voice muffled under the blanket.

“You didn’t wake up when we knocked,” Hoseok pointed out.

“We thought it best to let you sleep through yesterday. It was kind of a big day,” Taehyung replied. Jimin snickered, and Sooyeon turned beet red.

Jin slapped Jimin upside the head.

“Just meant that we were all so drunk and, uh, stuff,” Jimin added for polite clarification, rubbing where Jin’s hand had made brutal contact.

“Well, thanks, I guess.” Sooyeon’s head was pounding. And her heart was beating so fast. She had just been dreaming about her delectable session with Jimin and Taehyung, and it was weird to see them standing there, clothed and normal and barely touching each other. In fact, it was getting weirder and more difficult to see the rest of the guys as not their more primal selves, twisted in sweet agony at her touch, and her theirs.

It was clear that all the guys knew. She could feel their smirks like lasers through the blanket.

Had she really been asleep since coming up the stairs the day before? It had only felt like a couple of hours, at most.

“OK, well, we have breakfast downstairs, if you want,” Yoongi replied.

“I think I’m just going to chill up here all day, to be honest,” Sooyeon said shyly. This whole thing was getting overwhelming, and she didn’t know if she could last the whole week under the guys’ spell. She needed a break. She needed something real. Something more grounded.

“Let us know if you need anything,” Namjoon replied softly. He sounded worried. Even the way they left the room seemed extra remorseful.

The blanket suddenly started sliding down her face, and Jungkook’s lone, friendly smile met her look of concern.

“You didn’t eat dinner last night,” Jungkook said quietly. “I’ll bring you up some bacon and eggs. How’s that sound?”

Sooyeon smiled. “Thanks.”

“Anything else? Coffee? Water? Juice?”

“Water would be nice. And, uh, can I borrow someone’s phone charger?”

“Sure. What kind?”

“Android?”

Jungkook laughed. Then, his face fell when Sooyeon didn’t laugh along.

“Oh, you’re serious.”

“Yes?”

“Wow. Yoongi-hyung’s the only other person that I know in real life who doesn’t have an iPhone.”

Sooyeon smiled. “I’ll spare you the rant, then.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m familiar,” Jungkook replied, waving her off jokingly and leaving the room.

Jungkook closed the door softly and smiled to himself as he bounded down the stairs. He liked Sooyeon. A lot. Sure, she was funny, and cute, and sweet. Namjoon said she was smart, so she had to be. And she was just so pure-hearted. Jungkook could tell, in the way that she took care of them during their first night out, and even in the little ways that she responded to the guys while they were cooped up in this cabin. Always asking if she could help. Always around to share a comforting grin. He liked the way the guys talked about her, too. She seemed to have them mesmerized. She made them lighter.

He skipped into the kitchen, joining the rest of the guys in their conversation.

“I’m telling you, we freaked her out,” Taehyung replied, disappointed.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Jimin said, swinging his arm over Taehyung’s shoulders. “She loved it. We all did. She’s just tired.”

“She’s probably also hungover,” Hoseok replied. “We totally overdid it yesterday.”

Jungkook added two extra bacon slices from his own plate and onto the one he was preparing for Sooyeon. He thought it might help her. He knew it would help him, if he were in her shoes.

“Why did we drink even more at dinner?” Hoseok added.

“Because there’s still nothing else to do,” Jin complained. His bout of annoyance the day before had been a rare spectacle. If Jin was starting to unravel, then they all were, to some extent.

“Are you guys as stifled as I am?” Hoseok went on, agreeing with Jin. “I still feel like I need to channel my energy into something.”

“Let’s work out!” Jungkook exclaimed. “Let me bring this to Sooyeon-noona first, and I’ll lead a session!” He zoomed up the stairs and reappeared almost as quickly.

“Of what?” Jin asked. “We have no equipment.”

“What about a dance clinic?” Hoseok asked. “Practice some of the choreography?”

“Or learn some new dances?” Jimin asked.

“That sounds really good, actually,” Namjoon admitted. “I could always use more practice.”

“We all could,” Hoseok said, giving Namjoon an encouraging smile.

“I mean, do we?” Yoongi asked, not wanting to derail the group, but really not wanting to do anything that required vigorous physical activity. Weren’t they supposed to be on vacation? “We already recorded the V-live for today, can’t we just… y’know, relax?”

The group had left him for the living room. “All we’ve done is relax,” Hoseok protested. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I’m tired of relaxing.”

“How are you tired of relaxing?”

Jimin was by the TV, having already started up an old music video for everyone to dance along to, a fun way to get everyone warmed up. “Can’t hear you! Too busy dancing and having fun!”

Yoongi sighed. He went upstairs, deciding to try to work on some music instead, but he still felt blocked. He noticed the phone charger plugged in at his desk.

There was a small rap at the door. “Come in,” Sooyeon called, finishing the last of her bacon, and a little grateful to have someone to talk to.

Yoongi peeked into the room. “Hey. I was just bringing this to you.”

He held up the plate that Jungkook made, and his phone charger.

“Oh, thanks!”

“Actually, I was wondering… Would you mind some company?” he asked. “It’s kind of chaotic right now.” Loud music and yelling floated in through the gap between Sooyeon’s door and Yoongi’s head.

“Just right now?” Sooyeon joked, as if literally every day she had known them hadn’t been filled with some kind of crazy, jubilant, horny series of events.

Yoongi laughed softly, and Sooyeon motioned for Yoongi to join her. Sooyeon noticed Yoongi’s expression. He seemed anxious. Frustrated? Maybe angry.

“Everything alright?” Sooyeon asked.

“Yeah, I just…” Yoongi tried to explain, averting his eyes.

“Wanna do something more chill?”

Sooyeon held up her vape pen and gave it a tantalizing wave.

Yoongi smiled. This was perfect.

He locked the door, just in case any of the guys popped in. Then, he sat at the foot of Sooyeon’s bed and took the pen. He took a big hit, and he felt it faster than when he and Sooyeon had smoked in the alley.

Sooyeon laughed and took a hit too, exhaling slowly, closing her eyes, and leaning back on the headboard.

They sat in silence for a while.

“How is it?” Sooyeon asked.

“Really good,” Yoongi mumbled, and he meant it. He felt so relaxed.

“Wanna play some music?” Sooyeon said. Yoongi started to look concerned, but Sooyeon quickly clarified. “Not something you’re working on. Just something you like to listen to when you’re hanging out.”

Yoongi brightened. He pulled out his phone and played on one of his recent finds.

Sooyeon watched as Yoongi took in the music and laid back on the bed, stretching out.

Fellow introverts have a way of understanding each other’s baselines. Yoongi and Sooyeon were the type of people who needed to bowl with bumpers. Despite what they might portray outwardly, they knew that the real world could be too sharp for them, and sometimes, they wanted things to be softer. They wanted to ease people’s pain, including their own.

Sooyeon nudged the side of Yoongi’s thigh with her foot. He looked at her. She handed him the pen, and Yoongi took another hit.

They sat like that for a while, listening to the music that Yoongi had put on, sharing the pen in wordless relaxation.

“I liked that last song,” Sooyeon eventually remarked. “It sounded like what I grew up with.”

“Which was?” Yoongi asked.

“Did I tell you about my aunt?” Sooyeon asked.

Yoongi nodded. “At the restaurant.”

“Well, she played a lot of this when I was growing up,” Sooyeon replied, gesturing for the laptop. He handed it to her without sitting up. Sooyeon exchanged it for the pen and found her streaming account, and her old standby playlist.

Yoongi’s eyes lit up as the track started up. He’d heard it before. A chill beat. A soft, sweet vocal. His head started bopping along.

“You like it?” Sooyeon asked.

Yoongi smiled. “Yeah. I know it. I like this song a lot.”

He peeked down at Sooyeon’s foot, still grazing his thigh. He had the impulse to reach out for it.

Sooyeon leaned back against the headboard.

Yoongi turned his head and watched her, his eyes soft and glassy.

Sooyeon smiled at him, and they sat like that, looking at each other. She felt like Yoongi might understand what she was about to say, so she decided to share more. “When I was a kid, my aunt played these songs whenever we were cleaning the house, or throwing a party, or just hanging out. After she got sick, she started smoking weed to help deal with the chemo. We’d smoke these huge blunts in my office, and I’d play this playlist for her.”

Yoongi smiled, feeling light.

Sooyeon laughed. “Sometimes, when my aunt took too big of a hit, her eyes would go a bit lazy, like this.” She mimicked her aunt’s expression.

Yoongi started to laugh, but he fought it off, clamping his mouth shut.

Sooyeon smirked. “What?”

“Nothing.”

Sooyeon nudged him again. Yoongi wrinkled his nose.

“What is it?” she repeated. “You’re too much of a hardass to laugh at that?”

“No,” Yoongi mumbled, trying to ignore the warmth growing in his stomach and chest. He was growing fonder and fonder of her by the second. He liked how she seemed to make things easy. He had never had close relationships before because it was always so hard for him to get past that first barrier, the one shaped by chance and circumstance, the one that is designed to keep out most of the world. After getting to know the other group members, he realized how rare it was for everybody to make it past that first barrier with anybody. And if it was rare for everybody, he wondered how much time he had wasted trying to shapeshift and mould himself to fit others.

Yoongi peeked down at Sooyeon’s foot, resting against his thigh, sending fireworks across his skin. He wanted to tell her. He wanted her to know how much he enjoyed her. How he wanted to enjoy her more.

“Don’t push me,” he replied, his hand tingling in anticipation.

“That sounds like a warning,” Sooyeon teased, nudging him again.

Yoongi couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed her foot suddenly, catching her off guard.

“It was a warning,” Yoongi replied in a low voice.

Sooyeon wasn’t sure what was happening. She felt a bit clouded because of the high, but she also didn’t know what to make of Yoongi lying back with his arm propping him up, his eyes staring into hers so intensely, his hand running up her foot to her ankle, up her shin, circling her knee with his finger before tracing back down again, tickling her calf muscle and tickling her toes. She closed her eyes involuntarily because it felt so, so nice.

She felt Yoongi’s weight shifting on the bed, which prompted her to open her eyes again. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed, running his hands up her legs as he crawled toward her. She watched as he nestled himself between her legs, one hand on each thigh, caressing her skin.

Sooyeon’s heart was racing.

Yoongi watched her unsure expression, smiling at how flustered she seemed.

“You want to?” he asked. So simple. So easy. So unassuming.

Sooyeon nodded, mesmerised, and reached out for him.

Yoongi moved forward slowly and kissed her, pressing her back against the headboard. Sooyeon sank into the kiss, rough but slow. She grabbed the top of the headboard to brace against it. She felt her hips rising automatically to meet his, as if he had turned on some unknown Yoongi setting in her body. She started grinding her pussy against his cock, making him grunt. He found her hands on the headboard and intertwined his fingers with hers as they moved together.

He started to kiss her neck. Sooyeon whispered into his ear. “Yoongi. That feels good.”

Yoongi bit her neck, and Sooyeon startled. He pulled away from her, smirking.

Sooyeon touched her neck and looked up at Yoongi, completely in awe. “Fuck!”

“Sorry,” Yoongi replied, his face falling in concern. “It’s been a while… I-I’m a little amped up.”

“No one’s ever done that to me before,” Sooyeon replied softly.

She pulled him back down to her, kissing him deeply, and pressing her body against his. “Do it again,” she whispered quickly, cradling his head against hers, her lips brushing against his earlobe.

Their lips met again. Yoongi kissed down to Sooyeon’s jawline, then down further, until he buried himself in a spot on Sooyeon’s shoulder. He took his sweet time, and she was growing impatient while waiting for his next nip. In the end, Yoongi knew how to play it, and eventually, Sooyeon quivered each time Yoongi sucked, kissed, and nibbled at that spot.

Yoongi knew the effect he was having on her. Sooyeon’s hands were reaching down to his waist, pausing to search for the drawstring of his sweatpants. She gave up and started tugging impatiently, making him laugh. He stopped long enough to untie the drawstrings, and Sooyeon went on from there, arching up to put Yoongi’s lips against her favorite spot on her neck as she stroked Yoongi’s bare cock.

He murmured something into Sooyeon’s neck, going slack-jawed and licking her skin sloppily. Sooyeon started stroking faster, but Yoongi reached down and stopped her. “It feels too good,” he muttered, showing her the pace he wanted.

Yoongi’s hand was in between Sooyeon’s legs, rubbing on Sooyeon’s clit at the same pace. She was so close to coming that she tightened his grip on him and slowed her pace down, making him gasp and lean away.

Sooyeon whined and pulled at his collar. Yoongi reveled in the feeling of being wanted. He pulled off his hoodie and ran his hand through his hair. Sooyeon looked up at his lithe frame and toned body. She traced the outline of his bicep as he stood to take his pants off. Yoongi sat back down and kissed Sooyeon, helping her out of her shirt and tossing it aside. She laid back in her bra and one of the pairs of boxers that Hoseok had given her. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he’d seen anything so sexy. He ran his hands all over her body, dipping his fingers just under her bra or in the band of her boxers to tease her. She followed his hands, her body writhing against his touch. She bit her lip each time he got close to her pussy, which was on fire.

“You look amazing,” Yoongi whispered.

“So do you,” Sooyeon whispered back, reaching up to Yoongi hovering above her and running her hands across his chest. He was always covered up in so many ways, in yards of fabric, in his own thoughts, in his music, in the rest of the guys. He kept them around him like a soft, sturdy nest, everything he loved and needed always within arm’s reach, and able to protect him at any given time. Without getting to share a moment like this with him, Sooyeon wouldn’t have seen the other shades of Yoongi. Like the evidence of his athleticism, his body being perfectly muscular enough for his frame. Or the way his hips naturally wiggled when he moved, which was a secret concealed by his baggy pants. Sooyeon especially loved his crane-like neck, which was always hidden in his hoodie, or his slouch. She liked the story that his body told, the story that his body was telling her now.

And Sooyeon learned that as much of a hardass that Yoongi looked like from the outside, his ass was, in fact, baby soft.

Yoongi laid down on top of Sooyeon, and they kissed. He trailed down Sooyeon’s body to her chest, down to her stomach, and finally to her pussy. He pulled her panties off and tossed them over his shoulder, making her laugh. He grabbed Sooyeon’s ankles and pushed her feet flat down on the bed, sliding them up so that her knees bent. He licked the lips of her pussy, holding onto both of her ankles and keeping them steady despite Sooyeon’s squirming.

Sooyeon almost kicked him when Yoongi laughed, popped his head up, and said, “You’re kinda dangerous, aren’t you?”

She loved the feeling of Yoongi grabbing her leg and restraining her again, holding her in place as he worked. “You’re the dangerous one, making me feel like this,” she hissed, wriggling, her hands gripping the sheets beneath them.

Yoongi started to lick and suck faster, moving his head up and down, bobbing just as he had done when they were listening to the playlist.

He stayed there until Sooyeon started to lower her hips into the mattress, unable to take Yoongi’s mouth for much longer. The orgasm that soon ensued was so overwhelming that Sooyeon had to bite down on the back of her hand to keep from moaning loudly.

“You taste good,” he commented, crawling up to her. “Sweet. Kinda like... a peach.”

“Let me taste you,” Sooyeon whispered, grabbing Yoongi’s hips and sliding down. They switched positions, Yoongi lying back on the bed, and Sooyeon lying next to him, sucking on Yoongi’s cock. She moaned with pleasure as her mouth enveloped him, warm and wet.

Yoongi shuddered, leaning his head back momentarily before watching her, holding her hair in his fist.

He had never fucked while high before.

It felt… well, it felt. That was it. He could feel everything. Every amazing moment. It was a catalyst, a helping hand of sorts. It was the personification of the moment that some small tweak, some tiny suggestion, ends up being the key to an entire song. He wanted to know what else he was missing out on. What did food taste like? How did liquor go down? Would Sooyeon want to do more with him? And more of this?

Sooyeon took Yoongi deep into her throat, moving her head around to tease the tip of his cock. Yoongi let out low, quiet moans, hardly able to contain himself. He stroked Sooyeon’s hair softly. “ Noooona ,” he whispered.

“Another warning?” Sooyeon joked, before taking him in again.

Yoongi smirked. “If you keep going at the rate you’re going,” he admitted. “But no, I don’t want to yet. Come here.”

He reached out for her, embracing her and turning both of them on their sides. Yoongi extended his arm so that he could wrap it around Sooyeon, holding her tightly to him. Sooyeon curled up next to him, looking back to him to kiss him. Yoongi licked his fingers and opened Sooyeon’s fold.

“Still so wet,” Yoongi observed, rubbing her softly.

He laid on his side and pressed into her, Sooyeon needing to open up to take him fully. It felt so good and natural, as if Yoongi’s cock had been made specifically for her. She quivered as he stretched her out, and he panted as she shook around him, both of them so deliciously hypersensitive.

Yoongi started to thrust, and Sooyeon almost cried out. He held her head in his hand and angled it toward him, kissing her to help her stay quiet.

“Shh, you’ll give us away,” Yoongi whispered, his forehead pressing against her, buried in her hair. His tone was so rational that it made him sound like he had done this millions of times before. The thought turned Sooyeon on.

The truth was that Yoongi was using every cell of his body not to completely fall apart. That was the most emotion he could express without coming. He had never felt so fully held. She hit every spot, curved in just the right ways. It was as if Sooyeon’s depths had been made just for him.

Sooyeon gasped for breath, feeling every inch of Yoongi filling every inch of her. She reached back for Yoongi’s body, wanting to cram more of him to be inside her, every limb, every organ, every thought in that beautiful head.

She was desperate, and she was desperate to tell him. But she heeded his advice and translated the things that were about to come tumbling out of her mouth into a choked-off, pitiful whine.

“I know,” Yoongi whispered into her ear.

She bucked against him, making Yoongi suck in his breath.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispered, “you have no idea how badly I want to make you scream. The things I’d do if we were really alone.”

Hearing this, she started to grind against Yoongi, which spurred him on. He started fucking her a bit harder, a bit faster, building to something they both knew was going to be really fucking brilliant.

The following kiss felt different than the others. Sooyeon felt insatiable. It was powerful.

“Oh god,” she moaned, unable to control her volume any longer. Yoongi placed his fingers over her mouth, and she wished she could devour them too.

“Give me everything,” Yoongi panted, thrusting harder and faster.

Sooyeon closed her eyes and felt everything exploding, Yoongi coming now too, his fingertips feeling like glitter on her skin. Too soon, Yoongi kissed the back of Sooyeon’s neck, separating from her and leaving Sooyeon wanting.

They sprawled out, gasping for air as quietly as they could. Sooyeon rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. Yoongi watched her as he laid on his stomach, his left arm and left leg hanging off the bed.

After a while, Yoongi lazily crawled closer to Sooyeon, facing her. He eyed his favorite spot on her neck, just by her left collarbone. He lightly ran his finger across it, making Sooyeon wince a little and bite her lip. Yoongi smiled and moved forward to lick that spot, the spot he had made his own, the spot that was his first and no one else’s. Sooyeon moaned quietly, leaning into his touch and running her hand up the back of Yoongi’s neck and into his hair, grabbing his hair as he licked and kissed and sucked.

“I like that I’m one of your firsts,” Yoongi replied. “Think of me the next time someone’s here, trying to make you feel what I made you feel.” As he licked, sucked on, and kissed her neck, her cheeks, her lips, her jaw, her chin, her earlobes, he realized he could go on for hours, wrapped up with her like he was, searching her body and making her feel good.

Hoseok wiped sweat from his brow, finally feeling satisfied. He had finally found the perfect way to discharge his extra energy.

He looked around the room at the damage. Jin was curled up on the floor, whining in pain. Jungkook was lying on his back, catching his breath. Jimin and Taehyung, drenched in sweat, were hovering over him, tickling him, and laughing. Namjoon was sitting on the edge of one of the couches, holding his head in his hands and silently going over his part.

“It’s like we’re back at home,” Hoseok said, grinning.

“Is that what you were missing?” Taehyung asked, looking up at him.

Hoseok’s mouth formed a straight line as he thought about the question. “You know what, I think there might be something to that,” he agreed. “I think I miss our routine. Our schedule.”

“But it’s always so chaotic,” Jin complained.

“Yeah, but it’s a controlled kind of chaos,” Hoseok clarified. “I feel like maybe I’m vacation-ed out.”

Namjoon nodded. “I kind of understand. I’m starting to get a bit itchy.”

“You’re all insane,” Jin said, rolling over to lie on his side.

Suddenly, the music video that they were dancing to shut off abruptly. In fact, the TV screen shut turned off completely. The ensuing silence that filled the room made them realize just how many things whirred in the background without them realizing. The fridge wasn’t humming anymore. No quiet rattle from the heater. No hum from the light bulb in the lamp. In fact, all the lights were off. It was still relatively early in the day, but with the sun hidden behind stormy skies, the guys were thrust into an untrustworthy darkness.

Hoseok reached out for Namjoon instinctively, and Namjoon placed a comforting hand on Hoseok’s elbow.

“Shit,” Jin replied.

“What?” Jimin asked, looking around and blinking.

“I think the power just went out,” Jin said.

Namjoon sighed. “I think we have to wake up Noona.”

“I have to ask,” Yoongi replied, as he and Sooyeon lay in the dark on the bed, panting and sweating, having fucked again and again.

“Yes?”

“How are you feeling?”

“Worn out,” Sooyeon playfully moaned, making Yoongi smile proudly.

“I mean… with all of this. All of us.”

Yoongi looked up at Sooyeon expectantly, waiting, almost bracing for what she might say.

“What, are you looking for a ranking or something?” Sooyeon joked, making Yoongi laugh.

“Not really. Though I’d be interested in that information to confirm what I already know.”

“Which is?”

Yoongi shot Sooyeon a confident look, and Sooyeon smiled at him fondly.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was interrupted by a bunch of knocking at the door.

Yoongi and Sooyeon, still naked, and still folded into each other, exchanged worried glances.

“Yes?” Sooyeon called out, as they jumped out of the bed and hurriedly started getting dressed.

Hoseok, Jin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin all started yelling at once. Sooyeon caught “Noona”, “cold”, “lights”, and “help”. Yoongi caught “need”, “dark”, and “power”.

“Also, we can’t find Yoongi anywhere,” Namjoon added.

“Shit, what time is it?” Sooeyon muttered, reaching for her phone. It had only charged to 10%, and the plug icon was missing at the top of the screen. “It’s only five?”

Yoongi was looking out the window and slipping his arm into his sleeve. “It looks like night outside,” he said, his voice low and quiet.

“We’ll need the generator,” Sooyeon decided, “especially if things get worse tonight.”

Yoongi sat back on the bed, throwing up the hood on his hoodie and trying to look as normal as one could after essentially having a marathon of the best sex he’d ever had.

Sooyeon tried to do the same as she unlocked the door and let the guys in.

The rest of the group was using their phones for light.

“Oh,” Namjoon said, his eyes falling onto Yoongi at the foot of the bed. “Hyung, we were looking for you!”

“Well, you found me,” Yoongi replied.

Sooyeon braced for more snickering and ribbing, but nothing happened. Maybe they were being merciful after seeing her reaction from that morning. Perhaps because Yoongi played it so cool. But also, there were more pressing things on their minds.

“Well, the power’s out,” Namjoon repeated. “We’re not sure what to do?”

“Don’t worry, there’s a backup generator in the attic. I’ll just need some help bringing it down. It might be kind of heavy.”

Everybody’s eyes fell to the person whose responsibility it usually was to help in these kinds of situations.

“No problem,” Jungkook said, stepping forward. “I can help.”

You hadn’t really explored the house yourself yet. You probably should have when Martha texted you about the back-up resources.

“Here, maybe?” Jungkook asked, pointing to a square in the ceiling.

“Yeah, but there’s usually a pull cord, right?” Sooyeon suggested. “Some way to get upstairs?”

“Maybe there’s a switch or button on one of these touchpads or something,” Jungkook shared, prompting him and Sooyeon to start searching the walls. Of course it’s one of the touchpads, Sooyeon thought to herself, remembering the half a billion nozzles in the shower, the live plants decorating the bathroom, the state-of-the-art kitchen, and the fact that these guys belonged to the upper crust.

Sooyeon threw open a door that everybody thought was a linen closet but was actually a small room with a staircase.

Jungkook jogged up the stairs.

Sooyeon waited at the first step, looking up at the flash of Jungkook’s phone bouncing on the floor. Jungkook turned around at the middle steps, the light catching just enough of his face that Sooyeon could see him smile warmly to her.

“Are you coming?” he asked.

Sooyeon just stared.

“Noona?” he asked, extending his hand to her.

Sooyeon blinked. “Yes, sorry,” she said, following him.

He took her hand in his and led the way, opening the door at the top step. The attic was quite spacious, with a secret window not visible from outside. There were boxes, duffel bags, trash bags, and stacks of old rugs lying around. It didn’t seem too dusty, probably given a once over before the guys rented the property.

The backup generator was tucked away in the corner.

“I’ll get it out,” Jungkook said, handing Sooyeon his phone.

She steadied the light so that Jungkook could see how to lift and angle it out of its spot.

“Should I call the guys to help?” Sooyeon asked.

“No, they’ll be more trouble than help.”

Sooyeon laughed. Everyone treated Jungkook like such a baby, but he was wiser beyond his years.

“It’s like when you go from 720p to 1080p,” Yoongi explained, the others gaping at him. “Everything’s just a little brighter and vivid. Not just colors. But sounds, smells, tastes. Everything.”

“You sound crazy,” Taehyung replied.

“Coming from Taehyungie, that means something,” Jin joked, and Hoseok nudged him in the ribs.

“And we went on forever,” Yoongi added.

“How long?” Jimin asked.

“How long were you down here practicing?”

“Like, four or five hours?” Hoseok exclaimed.

Yoongi smiled his gummy smile.

“I should get you some water,” Jimin said, getting up from the couch and going to the kitchen.

“Are you guys starting to get cold?” Taehyung asked, curled up in two blankets.

“A little,” Hoseok replied, wearing his winter coat.

“Maybe they need help with the generator,” Namjoon suggested. “I’ll go find them.”

The last thing that had to be done was to unhook the back wheel from another cord. Jungkook angled the generator and tried to simply move the wheel out of the cord. But the troublesome cord came loose, shifting the generator forward and forcing Sooyeon and Jungkook down to the ground, thankfully toward some of the rugs. Jungkook landed on top of Sooyeon, and their skulls made contact with a one, hard, loud smack!

“Fuck!” Jungkook exclaimed, rubbing his forehead.

Sooyeon squeezed her eyes shut but saw stars nevertheless.

Jungkook’s phone landed somewhere in the distance, covering everything in a hazy, blue-white glow.

“Sorry,” Jungkook replied, pushing his body off of her. “Are you OK?”

“I’m fine,” Sooyeon said, shaking her head slowly and patting Jungkook’s shoulder reassuringly.

She opened her eyes and took a deep breath.

It was Jungkook’s turn to stare. He was gazing down at her, his face blank, but his eyes slowly moving from Sooyeon’s forehead to her chin, following each line of her eyes, each curve of her cheeks and nose, the dip between her lips, and the bend in her delicate jaw.

Sooyeon’s lips parted slightly as she was swept up in those eyes.

“I saw you,” Jungkook whispered.

“You saw?” Sooyeon asked, her heart collapsing, and her mind racing with options as to what Jungkook could have seen. There were a million things. A whole week of things.

“Well, w-what did you---”

“I saw you and Tae and Jimin,” Jungkook said, his eyes getting more intense. Hungry.

“I thought the door was locked.”

“It wasn’t.”

Jungkook placed his weight back onto her, and Sooyeon’s nipples hardened at the pressure. She frowned and closed her eyes, moving underneath him.

He looked worried that maybe he had crossed a line in some way. “Is that… bad?”

Sooyeon felt her body shiver. The way Jungkook asked it. It wasn’t bad. But it was naughty.

“Well, I guess it depends,” Sooyeon found herself saying. “What did you think?”

“I wasn’t thinking,” Jungkook mumbled. “Just… just watching.”

“Hmm.”

Sooyeon bit her lip. “And?”

“And, well… feeling.”

“Feeling what?”

“Feeling good.”

Jungkook reached down to his length and rubbed it. “Feeling this.”

Sooyeon felt warmth spreading from where his cock was barely touching her leg. She was starting to feel it in her thighs, permeating each ripple of the muscle. It was growing to her hips, making them want to move. It was growing in her stomach, and up to her chest, forcing sweat to pour in its wake. She felt it in her very blood.

Jungkook pressed himself onto her, and he kissed her, sweetly and innocently at first, but then with growing want, which turned into need, which turned into filth.

Sooyeon ran her hand underneath Jungkook’s shirt, groping his hard, dense body with curiosity and excitement. Jungkook giggled at the tickly sensation, and he returned the thrill, feeling Sooyeon’s body and chest with his strong hands. She gaped at how cut and strong he was. He wanted to nestle into her, burrow into her skin.

“Hey!” Namjoon’s voice called through the attic floor.

You and Jungkook freeze.

“Have you guys found the generator yet? It’s getting really cold. Fast.”

That was definitely not the case in the attic, Sooyeon wanted to tell them.

Jungkook groaned, similarly irritated.

“Yeah, one sec!” he called back rather informally, prompting protests from the guys noticing his tone. He turned to Sooyeon and rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK,” Sooyeon whispered.

Jungkook smiled. “It was a really good kiss, though, wasn’t it?”

Sooyeon blushed. It was. It was the kind of kiss that she got lost in, completely forgetting who she was and where they were. If they hadn’t gotten interrupted, she was sure that she would’ve almost gone into that strange autopilot mode that Jungkook seemed to switch on in her, completely focused on him, causing her to simply gaze at him without blinking, taking him in, completely unaware of anything else.

“Must have been,” Jungkook said for her, getting to his feet. “You’re staring again, Noona.”

Sooyeon looked out the window as Jungkook cleared a path back from the shed with the firewood hutch. She told him that there was little chance of having dry enough wood to use, but Jungkook said that he would at least like to try. The generator was working well enough, and the group was being conservative about electrical appliance use, but Jungkook said it would be a waste if you didn’t at least check out the fireplace in the living room.

Jin and Yoongi were cooking a simple stew for dinner.

“That kid’s going to get sick,” Jin grumbled, working on the broth.

The back door opened, and Jungkook dumped a pile of already-chopped wood onto the ground.

“I found a few usable logs,” he said, shaking the snow off of him and rubbing his hands.

Sooyeon helped him bring them to the living room and stack them in the fireplace.

Yoongi caught Jin’s gaze. “He’ll be fine,” Yoongi replied, slicing the meat and nodding over to Sooyeon and Jungkook, side by side.

After dinner, while they were lounging in the living room, appreciating the fireplace, Sejin called Namjoon.

“Good news guys,” he cheered, “the storm is moving out of the way, and they’re rescheduling flights. We’re out of here in the morning.”

“Great,” Namjoon said flatly. It wasn’t that he or anyone else was disappointed, or happy. It just seemed to be an abrupt end to a temporary but all-consuming experience.

The guys were uncharacteristically quiet while everyone got their things ready, showered, said their goodnights, and started to settle in for bed to be rested enough for their early flight.

“It’s kind of weird to suddenly be going home,” Taehyung whispered to Jimin, his arms looped under Jimin’s as they lay together, naked and sweaty, on their sides.

“I know. We were just figuring this out,” Jimin admitted, kissing Taehyung’s hand.

“Do you think things will change when we get there?”

“No,” Jimin laughed, reaching behind him to pull Taehyung closer to him. “This is something I feel like I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

“Good. Me too.”

Taehyung snuggled deeper into Jimin, who pressed his cheek on to Taehyung’s lips.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jimin asked.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I guess we both needed time, or something.”

“Yeah.”

Taehyung grinned, and Jimin could hear it forming on his lips.

Jimin turned around to face Taehyung. “What?”

“I think I’m just excited for what comes next,” Taehyung replied, and Jimin pulled him into a kiss.

Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon were lying in their beds, staring up at the ceiling.

“How long do you think they’ll give us before they throw us back into the grind?” Hoseok asked.

“So now you want to take it easy?” Yoongi asked.

Namjoon just laughed softly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked us to shoot a V-live in the car on the way to the airport.”

“This was really nice, though,” Hoseok added, stretching and placing his hands behind his head. “I did feel super relaxed.”

“It was a lot of fun,” Yoongi agreed.

“More fun than I think any of us really expected,” Namjoon reflected, making the others chuckle.

Sooyeon was hanging off the bed, unable to fall asleep. Her phone was charging so slowly that it made no sense to keep it plugged in, but while it was still alive, she was staring at Hana’s most recent text.

I’m sorry. I don’t know what I said or did. Call me whenever you’re ready.

Sooyeon still didn’t know what she was going to tell Hana. If Hana would even believe her. It’s not that Sooyeon ever gave Hana any reason to doubt that whatever she shared with her would be for real. But Sooyeon knew that telling someone what happened this week would be grounds for commitment to an ER psych ward.

She started to feel cold. The plug charge icon was gone from Sooyeon’s phone again. The backup generator was failing.

It would get cold in the house soon. She hoped that the guys wouldn’t notice. They just had to make it a few more hours before dawn, and the trucks and vans would make their way up the main road that was probably being dug out right this moment.

She wondered if the fireplace would be warmer.

She gathered her blanket and a couple of pillows, and she dragged them down to the living room. She put some sofa cushions on the ground, making a little bed for herself. She curled into a ball and tried to sleep.

Hana would just have to deal with it. Sooyeon had no choice but to tell her everything. What could she lose from that? At least she was being honest, and she could live with losing a friend, even if that friend was the only person who bridged her to the outside world.

Would this really be a problem, though? Maybe Hana would get a kick out of the story. Maybe she’d ask about what it meant to Sooyeon.

Did it even mean anything?

It felt freeing.

Certainly fun.

It might have been the best week Sooyeon had ever had.

Sooyeon didn’t realize that she had dozed off until she woke at the cushions moving next to her.

Jungkook was settling in next to her, crawling under the covers with her and taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes.

“Jungkook?”

“It got cold,” he whispered.

“I know.”

“I couldn’t get the generator to work again.”

“That’s OK.”

“Told you the fireplace would be a good idea.”

Sooyeon smiled at him, and he kissed her softly. She felt what she felt earlier, lying under him, inescapably entranced by Jungkook’s scent. Clean.

Fresh.

New.

Jungkook placed his lips against Sooyeon’s neck, and she fell asleep, her thoughts melting away.

Sooyeon soon woke a second time, but this time, at a feeling of absence, rather than presence.

She looked around and saw no sign of Jungkook, but the rest of the guys had converged in the living room and around the fireplace, sleeping on makeshift cushion-beds around her, like Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi had, or just taking claim of an entire couch, like Jin had, or like Jimin and Taehyung had.

Sooyeon got up, watching them all fondly. She lingered at the sight of Jimin and Taehyung wrapped around each other, Jimin’s lips on Taehyung’s nose as they slept, Jin’s winter jacket draped over them for warmth.

Embarrassingly, she thought of the attic last.

She padded up the stairs and found Jungkook staring out the window, having grabbed his thick blanket from his room.

He turned around at the sound of her reaching the top step.

They met together, heatedly, throwing their blankets on the ground, letting the heat from their bodies warm them.

“That kiss,” Sooyeon panted, as Jungkook stripped her naked, the cold air like ice.

“There’s more,” Jungkook whispered, before kissing her again.

He pushed her up against the wall, shedding his shirt and placing his arms around her on the wood panels, pinning her in place.

“I want it,” Sooyeon whispered, and Jungkook was more than happy to oblige.

Jungkook kissed her like his hyungs had, intentionally feeling every sensation, every impulse that any of his neurons could pick up. He knew that she liked a bit of force, but that she also appreciated a soft, coy side. He knew that she would be fun, game for anything that felt good, always willing to try anything once. And he knew that she would be just as eager to give him what he wanted. But he wasn’t taking this information from the stories that his hyungs had told him. Actually, he had forgotten the stories, as fun as they were, as soon as they were told. He could tell from her touch. The way she responded to him. The way he could read her. The way she told him.

He turned her around, pressing her torso with the weight of his, her breasts squeezing against the wall. He licked his fingers and put them next to her lips. Sooyeon licked hungrily at them too. Jungkook brought his fingers down to her pussy, rubbing slowly and grinning at how sopping wet she was already.

She reached behind him for his already hard length, wrapping her wet fingers around the shaft and rubbing softly.

He let out a small, high-pitched moan. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“You feel so good,” she whispered back, putting her other hand on the hand massaging her folds and pressing her forehead against the wall. She felt the grain of the wood pressing into her skin. She wondered how it would feel to kiss his chest and abs. Would they be the same, the perfect balance between firm and soft, the perfect irritating feeling of highlighting but not quite scratching an itch?

Sooyeon could feel precum dripping from Jungkook’s hole,

He purred, his lips making her earlobes buzz, tickling her eardrum.

Jungkook started moving his hips, twisting in Sooyeon’s grip. She placed his cock against her thigh, and he reveled in the different textures of skin touching him, all of them soft and firm in their own ways.

He kissed her shoulder down to her shoulder blade, and when the cold air hit his wet trails, Sooyeon shivered in the best way.

Suddenly, Sooyeon started to feel flames erupting from where Jungkook’s fingers were teasing her.

“I’m coming,” she whispered.

“Good,” he answered, kissing her shoulder and keeping his pace steady.

Waves of heat coursed through her body, and Jungkook immediately flipped her around, dropping to the floor and sucking her juices out of her.

“Oh my god,” Sooyeon whined, her voice high.

Jungkook laughed, his voice tickling her pussy. He was hedging his bets with two whole flores between them. He didn’t know if the guys might hear, and he didn’t care.

Sooyeon hunched over, losing her balance.

Jungkook swept her up in his arms, picking her up and holding her so that she could wrap her legs around his face.

“Holy shit,” Sooyeon nearly screamed, grasping Jungkook’s hair and shaking. She had never been lifted into the air like that. It was like diving into a frozen lake, equal parts thrilling and shocking.

Jungkook brought her back down and laid her on their blankets.

“Come here,” Sooyeon sighed.

“No, like this,” Jungkook demanded, positioning himself upside down and onto Sooyeon, licking her pussy while his cock pulsed urgently near Sooyeon’s lips.

Sooyeon gasped and breathed him into her. He was so thick, and so long, that she could barely fit him inside her mouth. He was sweet, and salty, and creamy, like a peanut butter milkshake.

And Jungkook couldn’t get enough of Sooyeon, the most beautiful, ripest, sweetest, glistening honey that he had ever tasted. He started to place his fingers in with his tongue, feeling Sooyeon open slowly for him.

Their bodies moved against each other like they were hard at work, moving so particularly and in such synchronization that if they stopped, the entire world would come to a grinding halt.

“Ah, shit,” Jungkook sighed, slapping Sooyeon’s ass and shaking her pussy, his four fingers in her slit and opening her up to the world.

“Oooh,” Sooyeon moaned, lurching forward at his touch.

“You ready for me?” Jungkook asked, leaning away as Sooyeon scrambled beneath him to help him line up for her.

“Yes,” Sooyeon whined, bouncing in anticipation.

“You sure?”

“Yes!”

Jungkook laughed and lined up, teasing her pussy lips with the head of his cock.

“Please, I can’t wait anymore,” Sooyeon cried out, running her hands through her hair.

Jungkook slid into her, and Sooyeon unexpectedly pushed back against him, forcing him into her.

Sooyeon sighed, her voice floating into the air and filling the room.

“I like making you sing,” Jungkook whispered to her, pumping deep into her, his thighs and balls slapping against Sooyeon’s ass. “Sing for me.”

Tears were dripping from Sooyeon’s eyes, it felt so beautiful. WIth each move, she felt lighter. WIth each thrust, she felt like she was purging something. With each kiss, she felt reborn. He was taking her to church.

Sooyeon’s breath started to become more and more erratic. Jungkook was drawing another immense, world-changing orgasm out of her, and it exploded through her. She felt it in every fiber of her muscles, every strand of hair.

Jungkook was starting to come, Sooyeon could tell. He was tensing his abs. His eyes were shut with concentration, and his lips were pressed together so tightly that they were white.

“Come baby,” Sooyeon whispered, watching him in her daze.

Jungkook let his mouth go slack, and his lips flushed, pink and plump.

“Fuck, I’m still so hard,” Jungkook whimpered, pulling his dripping cock out of Sooyeon’s warmth.

Sooyeon sighed and looked back at him. She wiggled her ass at him, and Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“A-are you sure?”

“What are you waiting for?”

Jungkook licked his lips and pressed himself against Sooyeon’s hole, their juices tracing up.

Slowly, he pressed into her, pausing every now and then to let her adjust to him. She had to bite her arm to keep from moaning and grunting in pleasure. Jungkook was dumbstruck, working solely on id. She hugged him so tightly, almost unbearably so. It felt agonizingly wonderful.

They moved against each other easier and easier, and soon, Sooyeon started to shudder.

Jungkook cried out, starting to come, and Sooyeon felt him stream into her. The delightful pleasure of his cock against her insides was starting to radiate forward, and as Jungkook thrust deeply into her, she felt wetness gush out of her.

She started to convulse, gasping for air, heart racing, head empty. Jungkook laid on top of her and kissed her neck, rubbing her pussy as they shook together.

They rolled onto the rugs that had cushioned them before, completely out of breath, and completely out of energy.

After a while, Sooyeon saw the sky brightening just noticeably enough that she knew it was about to be morning.

“When does your flight leave?” Sooyeon asked, as Jungkook kissed the tips of her fingers.

“9:45 ,” Jungkook answered.

“So you’ll probably need to leave soon.”

“Mmhmm.”

“The vans are probably already on their way.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Jungkook.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m saying that you probably need to go and get ready,” Sooyeon said, laughing.

“Just a few more minutes. I’ll be OK,” Jungkook said. “Besides, this is the part that I was really hoping we’d get to do.”

“Lie on some old rugs?”

Jungkook laughed.

“No. Just lie here and talk.”

Sooyeon smiled. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook answered, laughing and dusting some debris from Sooyeon’s forehead.

“We could have talked.”

Jungkook blushed. Sooyeon sat up, her gaze fixed on Jungkook.

“No, really. What did you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know. Just stuff.”

“LIke what?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Honestly? Anything. I just really like you.” He kissed Sooyeon again. She rolled onto her side and ran a finger across his cheek and down his perfect jawline.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“You always seemed just a bit far away,” Jungkook replied. “Thinking about something else. Worried about something. I didn’t want to pile on.”

Sooyeon sighed. She felt like Jungkook might be able to help shed some light here.

“Did I look like I wasn’t having fun?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t say it looked like you weren’t having fun,” Jungkook said. “More that… maybe you weren’t sure if you were allowed to.”

Sooyeon furrowed her brow.

“Even now,” Jungkook observed, pointing at her expression. “It’s like you’re worried that you’re doing something wrong.”

Deep down, Sooyeon knew what Jungkook meant. What the guys were bringing out from her and forcing her to face. What Hana had been trying to tell her all this time.

“I think I’m a little lost on what I’m supposed to be doing,” Sooeyeon finally admitted, feeling silly.

“There is no ‘supposed to be’, though. You know that.”

“Yeah.”

Sooyeon would have told a client or patient the same thing. That there is no plan. That your life is what you make it.

“So what would you be doing?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I’d be sleeping in. Getting ready to take it easy for the weekend.”

“No, I mean… if you could do anything. What would you do?”

Sooyeon took a breath. “I think I need a bit of a change of scenery. Just for a while.”

Jungkook smiled. He clasped her hand and readjusted the blankets over them, making sure that they were both warm enough.

“Where would you go?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere.”

“What’s the first thing you want to do when you get there?”

“Eat. And then eat some more.”

“Same,” Jungkook laughed, hugging her closer. Sooyeon rolled on top of him and kissed him on the chest. He ran his hands through her hair.

“What kept you from traveling before?”

Sooyeon rested her head on his chest, lying on top of him and feeling him rise and fall as he breathed. “I think I thought my job was keeping me here. And then I thought my aunt was keeping me here. But they’re both gone now. And I’m still here.”

She turned to Jungkook, who looked down at her adoringly.

“I don’t want to leave her here,” Sooyeon admitted, so quietly that maybe Jungkook might not hear.

“So find a way to bring her with you,” Jungkook replied.

Jungkook sighed softly and ran his hands down Sooyeon’s upper arms. She stroked his hand, covered in tattoos, tracing them up from his knuckles to his shoulder.

“Maybe I can come with you, too.”

Sooyeon laughed and sat up, rolling off of Jungkook lazily and wrapping herself in the blanket from her room.

“Yes. Let’s meet somewhere.”

“Somewhere fun. Somewhere like this.”

“And we’ll talk more.”

She leaned down and kissed Jungkook. As she pulled back, Jungkook rose with her, not wanting to break the kiss. They sat like that for a while, not daring to separate and replace their gasping breaths with goodbyes.

When they started to hear the guys starting to say their good mornings, they finally parted.

Sooyeon tiptoed down the steps and found a quick moment alone with everyone to say goodbye.

She caught Namjoon stepping out of the bathroom, and she planted a full, understanding kiss on his lips.

She ran into Hoseok on the stairs, and he pulled her into a warm hug. She planted a hungry, naughty kiss on his lips, and he watched her go with a look of stupor on his face.

She found Jin in the pantry, who was stashing the snacks that he could bring along with him. They shared a flirty, sweet kiss.

She knocked on Jimin and Taehyung’s door, and they pulled her into a group kiss threatened with lust.

She discovered Yoongi back by her door, not exactly eager to say goodbye. They shared a long, drawn-out kiss that seemed to decrescendo but then start again for ages. Yoongi touched his spot on her neck and smiled.

And she and Jungkook shared one last innocent kiss. Jungkook planted it on her forehead, tucking her hair behind her ear.

EPILOGUE: ONE YEAR LATER

“Hey.”

Hana stirs, blinking slowly and looking up at the person who has just run their suitcase into her leg.

Sooyeon smiles down at her, and Hana jumps to her feet.

“Unnie!”

They hug, tears forming at the corners of their eyes.

“We can’t do a year apart again,” Hana says, as she and Sooyeon pull away and look at each other.

“Not planning on it, but you never know,” Sooyeon replies.

They grab their suitcases and walk down the airport terminal to a coffee shop to catch up.

“How has your Eat, Pray, Love gone so far?” Hana jokes, and Sooyeon kicked her under the table.

“It’s been good,” Sooyeon answers. “Thank you for joining me on my last stop, and then back home. Are the renters taking good care of the place?”

“The house is still technically there.”

“Well, that’s a good sign.”

“I still can’t believe this is the last leg,” Hana says, taking a sip of her coffee. “You could have chosen Australia. Or Laos. Or South Africa. Any of the other places you went to. What made you think to put France last? It’s winter in Paris, too, y’know.”

“The food,” Sooyeon says, taking a bite of her cookie.

“The food’s great, but I would’ve enjoyed packing a bikini.”

She grins and looks at Hana, getting ready to say what she wants to say.

“What?” Hana asks, feeling self-conscious.

“Do you remember what kicked off my whole Eat, Pray, Love in the first place?”

“Yeah, you showed up on my doorstep after completely ignoring me for like a week, and then you told me that you had this crazy revelation during that crazy snowstorm.”

Sooyeon laughs. “I left some parts out of the story.”

The flight experience itself is thankfully unremarkable, even pretty comfortable. But what makes it the best nine hours of Sooyeon and Hana’s life is the meticulous detail with which Sooyeon explains the events of a year prior to Hana.

Hana is sure that Sooyeon has lost her mind three mini-champagne bottles ago, but she really doesn’t care. She’s just happy to see her best friend, with her newly wild, unkempt hair, and her easy expression. It reminds her of what she used to be like. Free.

When the limo pulls up to pick them up at the airport, Hana doesn’t immediately bat away the suspicion that there might be something to Sooyeon’s story.

By the time they get to the fanciest hotel that Hana’s ever seen, she is questioning if she’s the one who’s delusional.

She walks up to the front desk. “Reservation?” the concierge asks.

“Oh, uh, I guess it’s under Sooyeon Lee?”

“We don’t have a reservation under that name,” the concierge verifies.

“Sorry, the reservation is under Claude Monet,” Sooyeon corrects softly.

The concierge smirks. “Ah, yes. I’ll get someone to help you with your luggage.”

Hana looks at Sooyeon in shock. “OK, you really have to tell me what’s going on here.”

“I already did,” Sooyeon replies simply, following the bellhop to the elevator.

The elevator takes them to the top floor only accessible by a purple card attached to the bellhop’s body. Once the doors open, the bellhop leads the way. They walk down the path, taking in the beautiful decorations and embellishments as they go. Finally, they stop in front of the VIP suite door, and the bellhop uses the knocker to announce their arrival.

When Jungkook throws the door open with a gigantic smile, Hana feels like she has lost her mind.

“Noona!” Jungkook exclaims, wrapping his arms around Sooyeon.

“Kookie,” she whispers.

Jungkook runs his hands down her arms, taking her hands in his. He notices something on her wrist, so he brings it to his eye level, looking at the black script.

“Atena?” Jungkook reads.

“My aunt’s name,” Sooyeon answers. “You showed me a way to bring her with me.”

Jungkook kisses her deeply, passionately, with the kind of anticipation that has been pent up inside of him for a year.

He feels eyes on him, and his attention is drawn to Hana, standing there with her jaw on the floor.

He draws his kiss with Sooyeon to a sweet close, and then pulls away. The two of them smile and giggle at each other.

Then, Jungkook looks over at Hana.

“Oh!” Sooyeon exclaims, whirling around. “This is Hana! I told you guys about her.”

“Hana-noona, nice to meet you!” Jungkook says, extending his hand for a handshake.

Hana slowly shakes her hand up and down, but it’s clear that she’s not processing anything. She is completely gone. She is an absolute vegetable.

“You must be hungry,” Jungkook replies. “Come in. The guys are waiting for you.”

Sooyeon plants a kiss on Jungkook’s lips, and he smiles at her, intertwining their fingers.

Sooyeon looks back at Hana, smiling.

“Well, are you coming in?”

← 04: Thursday | End

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Bon Voyage, Noona (M) | 04: Thursday

Word Count: 11,811

Pairings: Jimin x Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Friends / Fluff / Smut / Humor

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Bon Voyage, Noona | Masterpost

04: Thursday

Sooyeon was in a new pair of Hoseok’s pajamas, perched atop the backrest of the loveseat in the living room. She gazed out the big, bay window. In all the excitement yesterday, she and the rest of the group had completely missed that another ten centimeters of snow had fallen. Temperatures were dropping so low in the evening that the snow had hardened in place. It would be at least another day before trucks would be able to make it to this private property, out in the middle of nowhere.

She sipped some coffee. She could see the trees better, but Sooyeon didn’t know if that was because the weather was getting slightly better, or if it was because she was actually wearing her glasses. She had just gotten them, and they felt awkward on her face.

Something behind her rustled, and Sooyeon turned to see Jungkook sleepily shuffling toward her. He was in his favorite oversized hoodie and sweatpants. He had a particularly strong case of bedhead. Somehow, he looked incredible.

“Good morning,” he said sweetly, his eyes still half-closed with sleep.

“Morning,” Sooyeon echoed, feeling shy.

Jungkook walked up next to her and looked out the window. He turned to Sooyeon and noticed her glasses. He reached over to touch them.

He smiled. “I like the style!”

“They’re new,” Sooyeon said, sheepishly.

“Can I?” Jungkook asked. Sooyeon nodded and took off her glasses, handing them to Jungkook.

“How do I look?” Jungkook asked, trying them on.

Does he really need to ask?, Sooyeon wondered. She smiled in approval.

Jungkook took the glasses off and turned them around to place them gently on Sooyeon’s face.

“They’re a little askew,” Jungkook noticed, reaching out to adjust them.

Feeling self-conscious, Sooyeon fixed her glasses herself, breaking their gaze and looking back at the window.

“I was supposed to go to the optometrist yesterday for a follow-up and adjustment,” Sooyeon sighed.

“Oh. Well, I’m glad you’re snowed in with us instead,“ Jungkook replied, blushing a little.

Jungkook reached out and took Sooyeon’s wrist in his hands. He brought her mug up to his mouth and took a sip of her coffee. He frowned and smacked his lips. “Bitter,” he replied, shaking his head and taking the mug from her.

Sooyeon chuckled. Jungkook was too adorable. Sooyeon thought she might vomit rainbows all over the place whenever she was with him. She was a schoolgirl again, feeling shy and unworthy in his presence.

He sleepily shuffled away, his socks rustling against the floor as he brought Sooyeon’s mug into the kitchen. He started to add tons of sugar and cream. He shuffled back, yawning while covering his nose with his fist instead of covering his mouth. Sooyeon bit her tongue to keep herself from squealing at how cute it was.

Jungkook took a taste of his coffee. “Ahhhhhh!” he sighed, his eyes wide open.

“Better?” Sooyeon asked, laughing.

Jungkook nodded. He turned to her and studied her for a moment, sitting like she was. Then, he handed Sooyeon the mug and gestured for her to move as he turned the loveseat around so that it faced the bay window. He pushed it a bit closer to the window as well.

He sat down on the cushions and kicked his feet up onto the window ledge. He turned to Sooyeon and patted the seat next to him.

Smiling, she joined him on the couch, and Jungkook inched closer to her, leaving a tiny gap between them. They took turns sipping coffee from the mug as they quietly watched the snow dancing in the wind.

Sooyeon was so intrigued by Jungkook. He was so quiet. And he was thoughtful. Attentive. He had a particular way of sensing her. When his eyes were trained on her, she felt like he could see through her. Could he tell what was going on inside of her at that moment?

“You OK, Noona?” Jungkook asked, proving Sooyeon’s point.

“Yeah,” Sooyeon replied, relaxed. “Why?”

He pressed his finger against the bridge of Sooyeon’s glasses, which had slipped down her nose. “You’re staring again,” Jungkook said, as he pushed her glasses up, the plastic frames sliding lightly across her skin.

She flushed and looked back out the window, mumbling an apology. His smug look answered her question: he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Jesus, calm down, Sooyeon told herself.

“Morning!” Jimin exclaimed, as he and Taehyung entered the living room.

Before either Sooyeon and Jungkook could react, Jimin was already climbing over the back of the loveseat and cuddling into Jungkook, talking into Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook teased Jimin by calling him “Jimin-ssi” over and over again in silly voices, poking his sides and making him giggle.

Taehyung, still not quite awake, settled in next to Sooyeon. He rested his head in her lap and swung his legs over the armrest. He turned to her, his cheek pressing against her thighs. He squinted, not ready to open his eyes to greet the day just yet. Sooyeon smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. He smiled and nestled into her.

“You two had breakfast already?” Taehyung asked sleepily, his deep voice resonating and tickling her skin.

“Just coffee,” Jungkook said, offering the mug to him.

“I can make more,” Sooyeon replied, but Taeyang was already taking a sip.

“Why are you facing the wall?” Namjoon asked, as he came down the stairs and joined them in the living room.

“We were watching the snow,” Jungkook explained.

“The sky is getting darker,” Jimin said warily.

Sooyeon agreed. Things were already pretty bad, and the storm seemed to be turning for the worse.

“Has Manager Sejin called yet?” Jungkook asked.

“No, just a text to check in,” Namjoon replied.

"Well, I’m tired of staring at the snow and waiting around for them,” Jimin replied. “I say we go ahead and get this shitshow started. I’m getting the wine.”

“Jimin-hyung, it’s so early,” Jungkook said.

“So we’ll pour it into coffee mugs,” Jimin rationalized, taking the mug out of Jungkook’s hands and walking to the kitchen.

“Let’s at least get something into our stomachs,” Taehyung proposed, as he and the rest of the group followed Jimin.

Jungkook and Taehyung started digging into the pantry for something to eat.

Jimin was already pouring wine into the fifth of eight mugs. “We don’t need food. You guys are lame.”

“You’re really trying to get fucked up at 9:30 in the morning?” Namjoon asked. He took the sixth mug before Jimin could fill it with wine. Jimin looked up at Namjoon and smiled mischievously, wiggling his hips a little.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and walked over to the sink.

He sidled up next to Sooyeon, who was washing her hands.

Sooyeon turned to him and noticed his empty mug. Namjoon smiled, just like he had done all throughout that first day. She felt a bit flustered.

“Good morning,” Namjoon said softly.

Namjoon didn’t want anyone else to hear. “Good morning,” Sooyeon responded, following his lead.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

Sooyeon stifled a laugh. Namjoon always spoke so formally.

“Mm, I guess,” she answered jokingly, making him laugh.

Sooyeon finished washing her hands. She moved the faucet over to Namjoon’s side of the sink, and he filled his mug with water. “And you?” she asked him.

“Yes,” Namjoon replied. He leaned into her a little. “Though, I admittedly am not having as much fun as we did on Monday.”

Sooyeon scoffed.

“What about you?” Namjoon asked, raising the mug to his lips. “Have you had as much fun as Monday?”

“You’re getting competitive,” Sooyeon said, unsurprised.

“I like to win,” Namjoon said, shrugging.

“Is that what this whole... thing... is?”

“No,” Namjoon replied earnestly. “I’m just… curious.”

“Like you haven’t shared all the juicy details with everybody already,” Sooyeon said pointedly.

Namjoon smirked. “Can’t help it if we all have a bit of a crush on you,” he said.

Sooyeon couldn’t believe she was actually having this conversation. If this were happening to someone she knew, she would have pointed out all the unhealthy red flags that were going on with this little unspoken game they were playing. She would tell them to run away from this entire situation and not look back. But now, the human part of her was entertained, and curious, and turned on. Even against her better judgment. In fact, knowing that this flew in the face of her better judgment made it that much more delicious.

Namjoon winked at her before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leading her over to the kitchen table, where Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok, and Jimin were now sitting with their mugs.

Namjoon downed his water and held out his mug to Jimin, who filled it with wine, like the others.

“I think I’m technically still drunk from last night,” Hoseok said, as he took a sip.

“Everyone’s OK with waffles, right?” Jungkook asked.

Taehyung added, “Better be, because we already started making them.”

“Wine and waffles,” Jin laughed.

“That’s my kind of breakfast,” Yoongi replied. “Jungkook-ah, can you make some warm syrup, too?”

“Yes, hyung!” Jungkook replied obediently.

Before long, the rest of the group had washed up for breakfast, and Taehyung brought a huge plate of waffles over to the table as Jungkook made the next batch. Sooyeon and Hoseok walked over to the cupboards to grab plates and silverware.

Jungkook put a bowl of syrup in the microwave, entered the time, and took four giant steps backwards, nearly bumping into Sooyeon.

“What was that?” Sooyeon asked.

“Oh, I just… I don’t like microwaves,” Jungkook replied sheepishly.

“They scare him,” Hoseok teased, walking over to the microwave and pressing the start button for him without having to be asked.

As they settled into their meal, Jimin raised his mug to everyone at the table, and they all did the same. “There’s nothing else to do, so let’s get hammered!” he exclaimed, making everyone laugh and raise their mugs.

By the end of their long, lazy breakfast, everyone was bright red, having completely finished four bottles of wine. Everyone was lying against something, unable to prop themselves up and relying on the table, or their chair, or the wall for support. All they could do was keep telling each other how miserable they felt.

“The room is spinning,” Jin said, his voice muffled. He was lying face down on the table, his head buried in his arms.

“Can you even see the room?” Taehyung asked, rubbing and blinking his bleary eyes rapidly. He was leaning against Jimin, who laughed softly at Taehyung’s expression.

“I can feel it,” Jin groaned. He raised a finger and drew slow circles in the air, describing the sensation with a silly-sounding, “WwwhhHHOOOAAaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAaaaaa!”

“My eyes are so heavy,” Hoseok replied. “I can barely keep them open.”

“My head is pounding,” Namjoon said, from somewhere on the floor.

“My head is... tingly?” Sooyeon said, narrowing her eyes as she listened to herself. Was she making sense?

Jungkook’s head was resting on the top of his chair’s backrest, and he was staring at the ceiling, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

“How are you feeling, Jungkookie?” Sooyeon asked, looking over at him.

Jungkook just grunted.

“This is how we’re going to die,” Jin replied, voice still muffled. “In the middle of nowhere. In the snow. Young. Drunk.” He sighed. “Incredibly beautiful.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Yoongi said dismissively. “Just wait a while, and you’ll feel better.”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself?” Jin asked him.

“Trying to,” Yoongi said, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes tight.

“I don’t know what any of you are talking about,” Jimin replied. “I feel great!”

“My skin is so tight,” Hoseok said, sitting on his chair sideways and leaning his back against the cold wall next to the kitchen table. He was hugging himself and running his hands up and down his upper arms.

“You’re bright red, Hobi,” Yoongi said. He was sitting on his chair backwards, resting his head on his hands, which were propped up on the back of the chair. He leaned forward and pressed the back of his hand against Hoseok’s cheek. “And you’re really, really hot.”

“Why, thank you,” Hoseok joked, smiling cheesily.

“Water,” Sooyeon offered. “We should have some water.”

“Over my young, drunk, beautiful, dead body!” Jimin exclaimed. He suddenly, and rather gracefully, jumped to his feet. Taehyung momentarily tipped over but righted himself, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair.

Jimin started walking toward the wine cellar.

“Jiminie,” Yoongi warned.

“This is the drunkest we’ve seen Hobi-hyung,” Jimin declared. “We don’t know what’s on the other side of this! We’ve got to keep going!”

“Surely you’re not looking at this sad display of characters and thinking that what we need more of is wine,” Yoongi said.

“I’m not thinking that,” Jimin said, smiling wide before disappearing into the wine cellar. Moments later, Jimin ran back into the kitchen. He held up two bottles of vodka.

“Oh god,” Hoseok said. “Absolutely not.”

“C’mon!” Jimin exclaimed. “We can play a drinking game!”

“Why do we have to play drinking games?” Yoongi asked. “Why can’t we just sit here and enjoy each other’s company, like we have been? Why do we have to manufacture these social niceties to give structure to our connections instead of just letting things unfold organically---”

“Where are those cards from yesterday?” Jimin demanded, cutting in.

Taehyung jumped up to get the cards in the living room.

Everyone started ambling closer to each other around the kitchen table, getting ready to play as Jimin shuffled the cards.

“High-Low, “Jimin replied. “I’ll start.” He flipped the first card over. King of hearts.

“Will the next card be higher or lower?” Jimin asked, wiggling his eyebrows for dramatic effect.

“Lower,” everyone said, more or less in unison.

“Higher,” Taehyung replied loudly.

“R-really, Taehyungie?” Namjoon asked. “It’s a king.”

“I just have a feeling,” Taehyung replied confidently.

“Coming out the gate with that energy,” Hoseok reflected, nodding in respect. “Nice.”

Jimin turned over the next card.

Seven of clubs.

“Well, yeah, actually, in retrospect, that was probably pretty silly,” Hoseok told Taehyung.

“Drink up!” Jimin said, raising Taehyung’s mug to Taehyung’s lips.

Taehyung frowned. “It’s going to be strong, isn’t it?” he asked.

“All in one gulp, now,” Jimin replied, placing a finger underneath Taehyung’s mug and tilting it toward him.

Taehyung drank the shot in one go. It seemed to shake him out of his drunken stupor, making him wince and cough, forcing him to his feet.

“OK, I’ll flip for him,” Jimin replied, refilling Taehyung’s mug. “Seven of clubs. Your guesses?”

“Lower,” said Yoongi, Sooyeon, and Namjoon.

“Higher,” said Jungkook, Jin, and Hoseok.

Taehyung was still coughing in the corner of the room.

Jimin flipped the next card over. Six of diamonds.

Jungkook and Jin took their shots in one go, slamming their mugs down. Hoseok tried to sip his shot in the hopes that it would be easier. When that wasn’t the case, he gulped the rest down in failure. Jimin refilled their mugs.

It was Jin’s turn to flip. “Guesses?”

“Lower,” said Yoongi, Jungkook, and Namjoon.

“Higher,” said Sooyeon, Hoseok, and Jimin.

Taehyung had gotten some water, drinking it loudly as he returned to his seat.

Jin flipped the next card over. Two of hearts.

“Yes, I’ve gotten them all right so far!” Namjoon exclaimed.

Sooyeon, Hoseok, and Jimin downed their shots. “Woo!” Jimin cheered, refilling their mugs.

Sooyeon squeezed her eyes shut and made a face. “Tastes like college,” she reflected.

“Not grad school?” Namjoon asked, flashing her a smile.

“No, grad school tastes like tequila,” Sooyeon clarified.

Jin slid the deck of cards over to the next person, who was Yoongi.

Yoongi looked down at the deck. “Are we going to sit here for 52 rounds, just doing shots from these two bottles?” he asked.

“No, we’d definitely need a third bottle to finish the deck,” Jimin said, holding one of the bottles and inspecting it.

“Is anybody else getting hungry again?” Jin asked, getting up and shuffling over to the pantry.

“I am,” Jungkook replied. Sooyeon moved to stand and let Jungkook get up to get a snack, but Jungkook gripped her thigh to make her stay put. “Hyung, can I have some snacks too?”

Jin nodded, before walking into the pantry and smirking at Sooyeon.

She hadn’t stood up after all, but between Jin’s look and Jungkook’s hand, she definitely felt a rush of blood to her head.

Yoongi sighed and leaned forward. “Alright. Two of hearts. Guesses?” he asked, as he poised to flip the next card over.

“Higher,” mostly everyone said.

“Lower,” Jimin said, giggling, already holding his mug to his lips.

“You just want to drink more,” Yoongi accused.

“So what if I do?” Jimin asked.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “If you want to drink, just drink,” he replied. “Why bring other people into it? Why go through the pretense of playing the game?”

Jimin laughed at Yoongi’s frustration. Yoongi didn’t realize that to Jimin, getting a rise out of Yoongi was part of the game.

Jin returned from the pantry, holding almost every bag of cookies, chips, pastries, candy, crackers, and other snacks that they had purchased for the week. “I’m so thankful to past Jin and past Jungkook for buying these for us,” he announced.

“Just pick a couple!” Hoseok exclaimed. “Don’t open them all, like you always do! They get stale that way!”

“Are you seriously angry right now?” Jin asked.

“How is that angry?” Hoseok demanded loudly. “Isn’t that just sensible? Don’t you want to be told when there’s a better way of doing something?”

“So, after Sleepy Drunk Hobi comes Angry Drunk Hobi,” Jin observed, ignoring Hoseok’s comments. “Well, at least we know where to stop things now.”

Yoongi flipped the card over. Jack of hearts. Jimin downed his shot and refilled his mug, and Yoongi went on another disgruntled diatribe. Things went on like this for embarrassingly long, until Namjoon’s authoritative voice cut through the noise.

“He’s calling!”

Namjoon fumbled with his phone, answered the call, and set his phone on the table.

“Hi, Manager Sejin,” he replied, looking around at the group. “We’re all here.”

“Morning, guys,” Sejin replied. “Have you all had breakfast?”

“Yes?” Jin replied, wondering if what they had had technically counted as a breakfast.

“Good,” Sejin said. “Listen, we know you guys might be getting restless, but we were wondering if we could upload some content today. Squeeze something out of the week while we’re stuck here.”

“What were you thinking?” Hoseok asked.

“V-lives,” Sejin answered.

The group immediately regretted everything that had taken place that morning.

“V-lives,” Taehyung repeated, looking at everybody.

“Yeah, well, there’s no way to get our crew to you, so we thought about doing something easy, something you’ve done on your own before,” Sejin explained. “Also, the label was thinking that there might be something interesting about having you all do V-lives at the same time. Fans could pop in from room to room. They said something about how it could be a fun opportunity to experiment with our engagement metrics, especially with you in North America.”

“Could we do it tomorrow instead?” Namjoon tried, looking at the group’s worried faces.

“They’re hoping you’d be open to doing it now,” Sejin said. “If it works well, you’ll do the same thing tomorrow.”

“Is there any way you could get us out of it?” Namjoon pleaded. “We’re kind of, well, we just… uh…” He sighed. “We’re just not up to it today.”

“Listen, I get it,” Sejin said, completely oblivious. “You’re tired, uncomfortable, probably stir-crazy from being cooped up---”

“It’s not that, it’s just---”

“We’re drunk! ” Hoseok yelled, annoyed, but always truthful.

There’s silence on the other end. And then an exasperated sigh. “Guys, really? It’s still daylight!!”

The guys exchange glances, unsure of what to say next.

“I already tried getting you out of it, but this trip has been a disaster,” Sejin admits. “Would it be easier to do it in groups? Do you think you could do three or four different V-lives, just one hour, each?”

The carefree look that Sooyeon had noticed on Namjoon’s face earlier in the morning was now replaced with a frustrated crease across his forehead. Namjoon seemed to be having this conversation telepathically with the group. As Sooyeon watched each of their faces pull together with resolve, Namjoon looked lighter and lighter.

“OK, one hour,” Namjoon said.

“Perfect, thank you so much,” Sejin replied. “And, hey, is Sooyeon there?”

“Yes, hi Sejin-ssi,” Sooyeon replied. “Can I help with anything?”

“No, but thank you for offering,” Sejin replied. “Just checking to see if you’re OK.”

“Yes, the guys have been really good to me,” Sooyeon said, momentarily wincing at how it sounded.

“Good. Thanks for sticking it out with them,” Sejin replied, forcing Jin to stifle a naughty laugh.

“So we’ll start the V-lives whenever?” Namjoon asked, eager to move on.

“Yes, sometime in the next hour. Just let the team know when you’re about to begin,” Sejin instructed.

They hung up, and Namjoon looked around the group.

“OK,” Namjoon began slowly. “I know this is going to be really hard, but---”

“What do you mean? This is going to be impossible,” Hoseok cut in, his breathing labored.

“And I’m so hungry,” Jin groaned.

“We have to pull together,” Namjoon said. “We’ve been drunk on camera plenty of times before.”

“Not like this,” Yoongi mumbled, rubbing his temples, all of it too much to take in at once.

“ARMY wants us,” Namjoon replied, clapping his hands to get them to focus. “C’mon, what kinds of stuff can we do for the V-lives?”

Jin looked down at his food. He got an idea. His eyes met Jungkook’s.

“Eat Jin!” they yelled in unison, Jungkook jumping to his feet and continuing to sing “Eat Jin” in several fancy vocal runs. “OK, me and Jungkookie are together,” Jin proclaimed. Jungkook was bouncing on his toes, his hands balled up into excited little fists.

“I’m so, so drunk. I seriously have no energy,” Hoseok complained. Coming from Hoseok, that truly meant something significant.

“Then why don’t we pair up?” Yoongi asked. “You always seem to find the energy to carry on with whatever nonsense pops into your head whenever we’re recording together.”

“As a tennis player, I can say this pretty definitively: your backhanded compliments are like nasty backhanded serves,” Hoseok replied.

“And as a bronze medalist, you must know your fair share,” Yoongi shot back playfully, making Hoseok scrunch up his face.

“Jiminie and I want to do a V-live together,” Taehyung volunteered, raising his hand. Jimin’s arms were wrapped around Taehyung’s waist from behind. Jimin’s head was resting on Taehyung’s shoulder. “We haven’t done one together in a long time,” Jimin added.

“Well, I guess that leaves me by myself,” Namjoon muttered to himself, as the others started chatting about what they planned to do.

“Are you sure I can’t help?” Sooyeon asked.

“I’m sure,” Namjoon replied. “We’ve got it. Just give us an hour?” He looked around the room. “In fact, let’s all meet back here when we’re done. We can watch each other’s V-lives together after they’re uploaded. At least it’ll give us something to do.”

The group acknowledged Namjoon’s instructions and started heading to their rooms to begin. Namjoon turned back to Sooyeon and said, “Sorry for the interruption. Will you be OK?”

“Of course,” she replied. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Sooyeon went up to her room and climbed back into bed. She was definitely still drunk, and she knew it would be a while until she would sober up.

She couldn’t sleep, seeing as she had just woken up a few hours ago. And she was mildly curious about what the guys were up to. At first, she tried to piece things together by listening to the random noises from the rooms, a mix of talking, music, laughter, and shrieks.

Then, she remembered her phone and reached for it on her nightstand. She noticed that she was dangerously low on battery, even though she was trying to use her phone only sparingly.

A text from Hana. Haven’t heard from you today. Call me when you’re free.

Even a sober Sooyeon would not be in the headspace to deal with that right now.

She swiped away the text and continued her search.

A compilation of old videos popped up. One of Jin, Jungkook, and JImin messing around in a hotel room, Jimin laughing helplessly and trying to escape as Jin and Jungkook teased each other. One of Yoongi and Hoseok doing face masks together. One of Namjoon and Jin doing an Eat Jin episode and laughing into their black bean noodles. One of Jungkook and Taehyung making paper carnations. One of Taehyung trying to get Yoongi to say “I love you” to him.

Is every moment of their lives filmed?, Sooyeon wondered to herself.

She looked at the clock and realized that only ten minutes had passed. She sighed and headed downstairs, hoping she could at least watch some TV without bothering anyone.

About an hour later, Sooyeon was in the kitchen, getting a glass of water, when the group started to find their way back to the living room.

“Oh, you guys, ours is so good,” Jin replied confidently. “You can’t tell that we’re drunk at all.”

He and Jungkook took their seats, but Jin nearly missed his target and just barely avoided falling to the floor.

“Well, you still seem pretty drunk right now, so I highly doubt that,” Yoongi replied, watching him.

“Oh yeah? How are you going to explain that?” Jin asked, pointing over to an already-sleeping Hoseok on the couch, next to Yoongi.

“Don’t worry, our V-live is awesome,” Yoongi said, as Namjoon joined them, crossing the room. “What about you, Namjoon-ah?”

“Just did a regular Q&A,” Namjoon said, clutching his laptop and plopping down on the floor, exhausted. “It was actually kind of interesting.” He started casting his laptop screen to the TV.

Yoongi swiveled his head to Jimin and Taehyung. “And what about you two?”

“We filmed for a bit, but then we ran into some technical problems,” Taehyung replied. Jimin had a goofy, still-drunk smile on his face.

“I guess we can watch the part that you filmed,” Namjoon offered.

“No, watch ours first!” Jin exclaimed. “It’s a masterpiece.”

Jin and Jungkook looked at each other.

“Ready, Jungkookie?” Jin asked.

“Ready, old man,” Jungkook replied.

Jin slapped Jungkook on the arm, making Jungkook drop the box of snack cakes that he was holding. Jungkook slapped Jin back, and they teasingly fought each other, screaming and making a mess.

“We have to set up again!” Jin exclaimed, pointing at the fallen camera. Jungkook leaned forward to fix the camera and re-position Jin’s laptop, which were displaying all the comments that were already coming into the livestream.

“Excuse us,” Jungkook said to the camera, waving to the camera apologetically.

“Yes, excuse us. This is not up to usual Eat Jin standards,” Jin replied, sitting back down next to Jungkook. They were buried in all the snacks they had brought upstairs, and each time they moved, the bags and boxes would crinkle and rustle.

“Hi ARMY, we miss you,” Jungkook said, waving.

“Yeah, we miss you so much that we have resorted to scarfing down all this comfort food to ease the pain,” Jin said, pointing to all the food. “Come snack with us.”

The livestream was awash with hearts and exclamation points at the end of sentences telling them that ARMY missed them, asking where they were, and asking what snacks they had.

“We are in a cabin in the woods doing some work,” Jin said, reading the comments, “but we always wish we could be with you.”

“And we’ve got candy, and chips, and some cheese square things,” Jungkook answered, holding examples up. “Oh, and Twinkies! I always try to get Twinkies when I’m here.”

A burst of hearts and messages start to flow onto the screen, and Jin and Jungkook exchange glances. ARMY knew from Jungkook’s last sentence that the guys were probably somewhere in North America.

“Let’s get to tasting,” Jin prompted, cueing Jungkook to keep it light. That was Jin’s style, anyway. He didn’t want to alarm the fans. It might be too much to share that they had been snowed in for the past couple of days, and if they started sharing more details about that, who knows what other details they might share.

Jungkook opened a packet of chocolates. “You know these. Everyone in the world knows these chocolates,” he said to the camera, holding up the wrapper. He handed one to Jin, and they both had a bite.

“It’s so sweet,” Jin said, narrowing his eyes and wincing.

“Yeah!” Jungkook exclaimed happily, popping the rest of the chocolate into his mouth. “Just like ARMY!”

“Oh, that’s fun, let’s do that,” Jin said, handing Jungkook the rest of his piece of chocolate and watching it disappear into Jungkook’s mouth in a matter of seconds.

“Do what?” Jungkook asked, linking his fingers.

“Let’s compare our snacks to ARMY,” Jin said, and another burst of comments exploded onto the screen. “Let’s see… this chocolate is like ARMY because it’s sweet…”

“And familiar,” Jungkook added. “We see ARMY wherever we go now, and it’s always so comforting.”

“And it’s delicious.”

A wave of hearts flowed across the screen.

“Chocolate also makes everything better,” Jin decided. “Just like being with ARMY makes life better.”

“Oh, hyung, that’s nice,” Jungkook said, nodding as Jin threw a cute smile to the camera.

“OK, what’s next?” Jin asked, looking down at their pile.

“The Twinkies!” Jungkook exclaimed, and Jin rolled his eyes. Jungkook handed Jin a packet as Jin complained, “We just had something sweet!”

“But these are a different kind of sweet,” Jungkook pointed out, as he unwrapped his snack and bit down on the soft, fluffy bread.

“So it’s more of a cake?” Jin asked, looking at the iconic snack.

“Have you never had a Twinkie before?”

“No. You always eat them all.”

“Well, eat it and tell ARMY what you think.”

Jin placed the Twinkie in front of his lips teasingly, puckering his lips. Hundreds of messages popped up onto the screen in wild anticipation, encouraging him to eat well. More messages popped up onto the screen from fans who said they had never wished to be a Twinkie more than in this moment. Even more messages popped up onto the screen asking Jin to do obscene things with the Twinkie. And even more messages popped up onto the screen asking people to calm down. Jungkook and Jin took turns reading the messages to each other, laughing at how suggestive and protective their fans were.

"Stop teasing ARMY and taste it already.”

Jin took a bite, and he considered what he was experiencing.

“I like it,” Jin replied, nodding. “It’s light.”

“Light and refreshing, like ARMY,” Jungkook replied.

“It’s similar to the kind of desserts we have back home.”

“Do you miss home, hyung?”

“A little bit. I always miss home when we’re away, but ARMY’s kind of like family at this point, always there and always comforting.”

“You heard that, ARMY? You and Twinkies are like our second home.”

Jimin was cracking up laughing, sloppily painting a heavy shade of pink over Taehyung’s left eyelid.

“This color looks amazing on you,” Jimin said, extending the line far past the corner of Taehyung’s eye.

“Does it bring out my rosy undertones?” Taehyung asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know, I hear the makeup noonas saying stuff like that to each other all the time.”

Jimin laughed heartily. “OK, so now we’re going to do the same on your right eye, but with purple.”

“Not the same pink?”

“We’re going for a unique, ARMY-inspired feel today, a fashion-forward look.”

"Ah, so futuristic. You’re such a visionary.”

“I really am.”

Jimin wiped the brush that he had used and dipped it into a pot of the purple eyeshadow. He held the brush up to the camera. “Can you see that purple, ARMY?”

“You have to do the thing with the hand,” Taehyung said, placing his hand behind Jimin’s to balance the light for the camera.

“Yes, that’s better. See that, ARMY?”

Messages tumbled in like an avalanche.

“We purple you, too, ARMY!”

“Borahae, ARMY!”

Jimin hovered close to Taehyung’s face and started to drag the brush across Taehyung’s right eyelid, when Taehyung looked up at him and smiled.

“Don’t grin at me like that! You’re making a crease!”

“But you need makeup too!”

Taehyung reached blindly for something in the bag of goodies and pulled out a lipstick.

“Here we go.”

Taehyung raised the lipstick to Jimin’s lips, which were set in a focused pout as he worked.

“You’re taking this so seriously,” Taehyung said, his eyes looking wonky with the different shapes and colors painted on top of them.

Jimin grinned. “I am a professional, after all.”

Taehyung started to dab Jimin’s lips with dots of red. As Jimin struggled against him, wanting him to keep still, Taehyung missed his lip and accidentally dotted his chin.

“Ah! Sorry!”

Taehyung moved to wipe the dot away, placing his thumb on Jimin’s chin and slightly grazing his lips. They looked at each other in surprise, and then laughed. Jimin looked off-screen and jumped to his feet, and the screen suddenly went black.

“And another thing!”

Yoongi couldn’t hide his gummy smile as Hoseok was ranting in a blind rage. They were twenty minutes deep into newly-introduced #AngryDrunkHobi, whom the fans were loving all on his own. Yoongi barely had to do anything for the stream except set up the camera and enjoy the show along with them.

“Why is it that when you’re on an airplane, they tell you to keep your seatbelts fastened at all times, but there’s also a light that tells you when to fasten your seatbelt?” Hoseok asked, his words slurring a little bit. “That’s redundant! I think about it every time we fly, and at this point, it’s infuriating!”

“You’ve been ranting about travel this entire time, but you never say anything when we’re actually traveling,” Yoongi pointed out.

“Who am I gonna complain to?” Hoseok asked. “The pilots? The flight attendants? Risk getting detained? It’s not like they could do anything about the seatbelts, or the legroom, or the ridiculously small proportions of liquids we can bring in our carry-ons -- I have a grown man’s face, you know, and it needs a lot of moisturizer! And we already travel in a way that’s so organized and well-managed that it’s stupid for me to complain about, so now I look like a terrible pesron!”

Yoongi laughed. “We all have these things. We can’t let them be pent up for too long. The sunshine is giving way to the storm brewing inside. C’mon, Hobi, let it all out! Now’s your chance! What else are you mad about?”

“They didn’t renew my favorite drama!” Hoseok said, slamming his fist on the desk.

“How dare they!”

“And they stopped making my favorite shoes to practice choreography in!”

“Blasphemous!”

“Math!”

“The backbone of our progress to an advanced society, but OK!”

“Snakes!”

“With you on that one!”

“Don’t you have your list too?” Hoseok asked, nearly panting.

“Sure!” Yoongi exclaimed. “Like systemic racism!”

“One of humanity’s greatest ills!”

“Establishing unrealistic standards of beauty!”

“So true, and so problematic!”

“A world-wide, continued insistence on viewing gender as binary, even when history shows plenty of examples of it being fluid!”

“I feel a little shallow now that you’re listing actually important things, but yeah, let’s keep going!” Hoseok exclaimed. “We can’t be the only one who’s pissed off about stuff like this!” Hoseok narrowed his eyes and tried to read comments on the screen. “What makes you mad, Army?”

Yoongi followed the comments scrolling past, but so many were coming through that he could barely keep up. “Parking tickets!” he cried out.

“Whoever writes them are pigs!” Hoseok yelled.

“Pigs!” Yoongi agreed. “Someone else said that they think peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are dumb!”

“Sure, why not!” Hoseok exclaimed.

“Being underestimated!” Yoongi read out, nodding vigorously. “I hate that too!”

“Hate it!”

“Feeling like you have to please everybody all the time!” Yoongi clicked his tongue at the comment. “Absolutely!”

“Live life for yourself, ARMY!” Hoseok cheered as he jumped to his feet.

“Long work hours!”

“Don’t we know it!”

“Add to that, re-shoots and re-recordings only to find out that the first takes are the ones that are going to be used in the final products!”

“Oh man, how many times has that happened to us?”

Yoongi started to feel the vibe and play one of their angrier rap tracks underneath their conversation. Hoseok started to jump back and forth along to the rhythm. Yoongi bopped along, his head bouncing to the beat.

Messages kept streaming in, some of them containing lyrics of the song and elaborating on their own experiences with similar frustrations, some of them listing even more things that made them angry. Yoongi kept reading.

“Someone said, ‘People who walk slow!’”

“Yeah! Get out of the way!”

“Someone else said, ‘Getting detention that keeps me from watching your comebacks live!’”

“Yeah, that sucks!” Hoseok agreed. “In fact, I feel like I’m in detention now!”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked.

“I’m getting stir-crazy here! Aren’t you?” Hoseok asked, starting to forget that they had an audience.

“I mean, all things considering, it seems kinda fine,” Yoongi said, shrugging and watching nervously as Hoseok got amped up.

“But I want to get out and do something!”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know! I just have all this energy! I need to put it somewhere! I need to force it into something! Drill it down into something, inviting and aching!

“Uh, Hobi?”

“I need to move, and sweat, and twist, and work, and be completely exhausted and spent by the end of it!”

“Hobi, we---”

“And, it’s like, yeah, we have everything we need, and we have each other, and generally things have been fun this week, and we even have---”

By now, Yoongi could read Hoseok’s mind, and he momentarily shut the stream down in time to keep the words “this amazing fuck buddy Sooyeon to help release some of the tension” out of the public’s ears.

When the stream went live again, Yoongi was the only one on camera.

“So, that was fun,” Yoongi began, watching all the questions pouring into the stream. “Obviously, we’re a little, uh, overworked, and needed to let that out. Sounded like you all needed that too.”

Yoongi smiled. “Hobi’s asleep on his bed now. He’s tired himself out. Thanks for listening, ARMY. Know that whatever daily frustrations you have in your life, we’re here, feeling them with you, angered by them just like you are, and trying to seek solace. Let’s find it together.”

Namjoon usually preferred to do V-lives by himself, but he was already missing the group. Being stuck in this cabin was made easier by having other people to selflessly focus on. Leading the others gave him a sense of purpose, even when he didn’t have complete control over the situation.

He was trying to focus that energy onto ARMY now, reading comments and questions on the screen and doing his best to respond to them.

“Seems like there are lots of questions about when our next album is coming out,” Namjoon read, moving his eyes from the text on the side and to the camera. “We already have a production schedule, though the release date hasn’t been decided yet. Right now, we’re refining our concept, and we’re excited about the direction that we’re moving in!”

He looked at the screen and caught another question.

“Someone asked, ‘What is the biggest challenge you face when making these kinds of decisions?’”

He sighed. “It differs for all of us, but I get most overwhelmed when thinking about everything at once. We try to focus on the things that we’re working on presently, which, right now, is creating our songs. But we also have to think about the bigger picture. How each song fits or doesn’t fit on the album. What the visual concepts and aesthetics will be. Whether we’re sending a consistent message in what we want to say. There are so many decisions, and you hope that it all turns out the way you want it to. It never does. But I’m lucky to say that as a result of the group collaborating together -- and when I say group, I mean not just the seven of us, but our producers, sound engineers, makeup artists, stylists, directors, choreographers, and especially ARMY -- it always turns out even better than we initially imagined. So we need to trust the process, and trust each other.”

Namjoon laughed. “Wow. I think you all just helped me process some things. Thanks, ARMY.”

“Aw, you all had fun, and I was having a serious heart-to-heart like an idiot,” Namjoon replied, embarrassed. Even Hoseok was awake now, and they were all cuddled up against each other, commenting on everyone’s performances.

“But that’s why ARMY loves us,” Yoongi pointed out. “They like that we share things like that with them. They like getting to see that side of us.”

“ARMY really enjoys the silly things too, though,” Namjoon replied. “And I like how you all still brought it back to something meaningful.”

“That’s all well and good, but you knuckleheads saved some of the snacks, right?” Hoseok asked bluntly, looking at Jin and Jungkook.

“Don’t worry, there’s still plenty more,” Jin replied. “Well, except the chips. And the Twinkies. And the chocolates.”

“And the gummy worms,” Jungkook added.

“Right, and the gummy worms,” Jin agreed. “Oh, and those cheese things that I didn’t like at first. Those are also gone.”

“So considerate of you,” Hoseok replied, rolling his eyes and feeling his stomach growl.

Jungkook laughed, but Jin started to look upset about something as his eyes fell over Jimin and Taehyung on the couch, off in their own world.

“That was all you had?” he asked them, frowning. “That wasn’t even five minutes long.”

“Can’t help it,” Taehyung said, shrugging. “We had a situation.”

Jimin smirked.

“What kind of situation, again?” Jin asked. Jungkook, who was sitting next to Jin, placed a comforting hand on Jin’s knee.

“It’s like we said,” Jimin said, snickering. “Technical problems.”

“Your camera just happened to stop recording?” Jin asked. “A house full of fellow group members with backups, and you didn’t even bother to come tell one of us? Or ask for help?”

“Ease up, Jin-hyung,” Yoongi said, leaning forward protectively. “If they said they had a problem, they had a problem. There’s nothing to be done about it now.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung said, starting to grow anxious, “it’s not like we meant to stop recording.”

“So which is it?” Jin asked. “Technical difficulties, or you just stopped recording?”

Sooyeon started to feel uncomfortable and unwelcome. She exchanged glances with Jimin and Taehyung, who had looks of fear in their eyes. She surmised that Jin was not really one to come down this hard on the group like this, especially with outsiders around, and it was throwing everyone off.

Namjoon could also feel things starting to take a weird turn. “Maybe we should let this go,” he suggested to Jin, raising his eyebrows, “y’know, given our circumstances?”

“I actually would like to talk about this more,” Jin replied, uncharacteristically solemn.

“I’ll give you guys the room,” Sooyeon replied, hurriedly rushing up the stairs and disappearing.

The guys continued to speak to each other in hushed tones, some more biting than others.

“Do you have a problem?” Jimin asked Jin, as Taehyung placed a hand on the back of Jimin’s neck.

“All they asked for was an hour. We don’t have rehearsals or even need to film as much as we thought we were going to while we were out here, and you couldn’t spare just one hour,” Jin said. And then he softened. He couldn’t put up this angry front for too long. “I’m just trying to understand why you didn’t do anything.”

"We kind of got caught up in something,” Taehyung said.

“And what was that?” Jin asked.

“Nothing,” Jimin said.

If Jin or anyone else was going to react like this, Jimin didn’t want to bother explaining what happened. But Taehyung looked like he was about to burst.

“Just tell us,” Namjoon offered gently. “We promise we won’t get mad.” He turned around to Jin and furrowed his brow. “Right, hyung?”

“Right,” Jin said, nodding confidently.

Jimin took a deep breath. He exchanged glances with Taehyung, who smiled comfortingly. “Okay, then.”

“Noona,” Jimin had said earlier, coming into the living room as Sooyeon turned on the TV, “do you have any makeup with you?”

“Just some eye stuff,” Sooyeon had replied. “Why?”

“Taehyungie and I thought we could try a fake makeup tutorial for our V-live,” Jimin smiled. “Y’know. Just... playing.”

Sooyeon wasn’t expecting him to scamper up the stairs with her, but she laughed as he bounced along, grabbing the door frame and swinging into her room as she walked to her dresser and gathered her makeup.

“I’ve only got eye shadow, some lipstick, and some mascara,” Sooyeon said, emptying her bag and placing the makeup inside it so that it would be easier for Jimin to carry. She handed it to him. “But use whatever you like! There are makeup wipes in there too. And the brushes are all basically clean.”

“Thanks,” Jimin cheered, taking the bag in his hands. He looked at the floor, and then back at Sooyeon, bending the bag handle slightly. “Uh, will you come downstairs and maybe help us get started?”

Sooyeon smiled. “Sure.”

Jimin and Taehyung looked so cute, their eyes wide with possibilities as they looked at all the colors in the eyeshadow palette. Sooyeon didn’t tell them that her simple version could be bought at the nearest drug store, and that there were palettes out there that dwarfed hers in size and quality. But then again, maybe they knew. They probably had people surrounding them with all sorts of professional-grade magic. They probably had their own, branded with their names and faces.

“This one for the eyes, right?” Taehyung asked, holding up a lip liner brush.

“No, that’s for lips,” she said, pulling her eyeshadow brushes out and substituting them in Taehyung’s hand. “Use this for the eyes.”

Taehyung grasped Sooyeon’s finger as they exchanged brushes, and she thought of his head laid in her lap that morning, the soft curls of his hair falling so sweetly on his forehead. She smiled softly at the memory.

“Thanks, noona,” he said, grinning back up at her.

Sooyeon turned to leave them to it, but Taehyung called out.

“Can you stay, maybe?” Taehyung asked quickly. “Just kinda hang out? We can maybe pause the stream and ask you if we have questions?”

“Um, if that’s OK with you, then it’s OK with me,” Sooyeon said, uncertain. “But would I get you in trouble? Being here while you record?”

“Nah,” Jimin said, smiling at Taehyung, and then back at her. “Sit on the bed. We’ll sit in front of the closet door with our laptop. Show off some of our outfits as our background.”

“That’s perfect!” Taehyung exclaimed.

They got themselves settled, and Sooyeon sat on the bed, curious to see how these went.

“Hello everyone,” Jimin greeted.

“Hi ARMY,” Taeyhung greeted, throwing up a V next to his eye.

“By now you’ve seen all the V-lives we’re doing,” Jimin said. “If you’re here, you’ve made the smart decision and come to the best room.”

“Yeah!”

“What have we got in store for them, Taehyungie?”

“A fabulous makeup tutorial,” Taehyung said, holding up the mascara tube to the camera. “And if we mess around, probably a fashion show.”

Jimin gestured to the clothes hanging behind them. “Just for you, ARMY. Because you’ve been so kind and patient.”

Messages were exploding onto the screen, comments from thousands of people around the world begging to see a little bit of skin as they changed.

“Oh, there’ll definitely be skin,” Jimin joked, and Taehyung covered his face.

Sooyeon had to work extremely hard to hide her laughs as she watched Jimin attempting to fill in Taehyung’s eyelids with color.

But suddenly, Taehyung’s thumb ran across Jimin’s lip, and her mind filled with thoughts. Questions, really. How soft and plump they were against Taehyung’s lucky thumb.

She watched Jimin and Taehyung laugh, and she remembered the feel of Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook all cuddled up against her that morning. How warm and soothing it felt.

Jimin jumped to his feet, and he walked over to Sooyeon. Taehyung closed their laptop and turned off their camera, sensing that they were going to start again.

“Can we start over?” he asked, bringing her the makeup wipes.

“Yeah,” Taehyung said, the color blocks over his eyes making his face look like a Picasso. “I feel like there’s nowhere to go from this.”

“You guys are a mess!” Sooyeon laughed, opening the pack and pulling a makeup wipe out. “Here.”

Jimin knelt in front of her on the bed, stretching his neck to her and closing his eyes. Sooyeon laughed and wondered why. The only makeup he had on his face was on his chin.

As she cleaned him up, he sighed, making Sooyeon take notice. “That feels nice,” he said, his eyes fluttering back open.

“Good,” Sooyeon muttered quietly, watching him respond to her touch.

Jimin took Sooyeon’s hand in his and rested his cheek against it. His eyes seemed to suggest something… racy. But Jimin always looked like that. Sooyeon couldn’t help but notice the same look in his eyes throughout that trip, especially that morning.

“Now Taehyungie,” Jimin said softly, moving behind Sooyeon and running his hands through her hair.

Now, it was her turn to close her eyes and revel in his touch. And because her eyes were closed, she missed the look that Taehyung and Jimin shared, the smiles growing on their faces, and the way that Taehyung bit his lip.

Taehyung sat cross-legged in front of Sooyeon, and she opened her eyes at the feeling of the mattress shifting slightly. He laughed softly, smiling at her encouragingly. She smiled back and pulled a new wipe from the pack, caressing his eyes with it as Jimin rubbed her back.

“That does feel nice,” Taehyung agreed. “Refreshing.”

“And relaxing,” Jimin added, his voice low. “Right, noona?”

Sooyeon smiled, remembering their conversation and getting excited. “Yes.”

Jimin’s hands traveled down to the small of her back and to her sides, the stiffness in her muscles melting away as his dexterous fingers worked. A wave of sticky heat was covering her skin, and she was starting to sweat. She wondered where this was going, but not for too long.

Taehyung opened his eyes when she was done. They were actually sparkling. Sooyeon felt like she was in some ethereal, mellow universe, so different from her harsh reality. She felt faraway. She felt like a traveler, chosen for something strange and exciting.

Jimin wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, resting her against his chest. He placed his chin on her shoulder and nestled into her.

“Will you play with us, Noona?” he whispered into her ear.

She smiled and nodded.

Taehyung grinned and leaned forward, kissing her softly. He laughed, his voice cloud-like, yet deep, and he kissed her again, with more force, and parted lips. Sooyeon wasn’t expecting that from Taehyung, but then again, she wasn’t exactly expecting any of this.

Jimin ran his hands down Sooyeon’s thighs, and Taehyung grabbed her knees, spreading them apart as he nestled on the mattress in front of her.

Jimin kissed at Sooyeon’s neck as Taehyung journeyed down Sooyeon’s body, undressing her and taking her apart layer by layer. He slid her pajamas down and frowned when he found that her panties were still dry. He didn’t share this with Sooyeon or Jimin, but based on what everyone else had said, Taehyung felt like maybe they were doing it wrong. He gathered up his resolve and determined to make her come harder than she had with the others.

He planted himself there, kissing her and sucking on her flesh, making Sooyeon writhe.

“I-is the door locked?” Sooyeon asked, her breath hitching in her chest.

Taehyung understood now. She was self-conscious. He looked up at Jimin, who just smiled reassuringly at him.

“Don’t worry about them,” Jimin whispered, holding her breasts in his hands and rolling his head forward, kissing her shoulder and neck. She turned to him and shared a look, and they kissed. She finally got her answer. His lips didn’t feel like any one thing. They transformed with every move he made. At times, they were fluffy sofa cushions that she wanted to sink into. At other times, they were feathers, tickling her and making her giggle. At others, they formed a strong wall to lean her temple against when Taehyung’s tongue danced inside of her, making her wriggle.

“Nice?” Jimin asked.

“So nice,” Sooyeon moaned.

The feeling of Jimin on her mouth, and Taehyung at her warmth, was amazing. She had never had her entire body looked after at once, so many hands roving and soft moans filling her ears. She found it hard not to come right away, but she wanted to see how long she could last in this world.

Taehyung started stroking himself, watching Jimin and Sooyeon making out. His cock was hardening quickly, and he couldn’t wait to finally get a chance to experience what they had all been talking about, what had made everyone’s eyes glimmer with curiosity and excitement.

Jimin watched as Taehyung worked, getting sweaty. He reached forward to pull Taehyung’s shirt off of him, wanting him to get a reprieve from the heat.

Sooyeon felt a rush of cool air as Jimin leaned back and slipped his own shirt off. When he came back to her, she felt his strong chest against her skin, and she smiled.

Taehyung smiled. Sooyeon was wet now, and it honestly hadn’t taken much work to get her there. He was dying to know what it would feel like, how she would surround him, how long he might last.

Sooyeon felt Jimin’s naked cock rising against her back, and she leaned forward, trying to angle herself so that he could rub it against her ass. Taehyung got up and slowly wiped his mouth with his palm, making Sooyeon and Jimin smile devilishly at him.

“Come here,” Sooyeon whispered, taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

She traveled down from his lips, down to his chest, and down to his navel. Just underneath, Taehyung’s pants were still in the way.

Jimin nudged her forward playfully with the base of his cock, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks. “Get them off,” Jimin whispered, watching them, and Taehyung and Sooyeon laughed.

Taehyung laced his fingers together and placed them behind his head as Sooyeon pulled down his pants, releasing his thick cock.

Jimin bit his lip at the sight of it. He had always passively wondered what it looked like, kind of like he was curious about all the guys.

Sooyeon wanted it inside of her, anywhere inside of her. She hungrily wrapped her lips around the head and looked up at Taehyung, dripping at the sight of his eyes closing and his mouth falling open. A moan oozed out of him, dripping with wine, and vodka, and lust.

Jimin started stroking himself, resting the base of his cock in the small of Sooyeon’s back. She moved against him as she sucked Taehyung off, and the coordination in movement made Jimin and Taehyung look at each other.

“This is incredible,” Taehyung whispered.

Jimin could only nod.

Taehyung’s abs were starting to tighten, meaning that he was close. It made Jimin stroke his cock faster, licking his lips and watching as Taehyung unleashed everything inside of him into Sooyeon, who lapped it up deliciously.

Sooyeon smirked as she pulled away slightly from him and saw that Taehyung was still so hard, his cock twitching, so deprived for so long that his appetite would not be easily satisfied.

“More?” she whispered.

“Please,” Taehyung begged, placing a hand under Sooyeon’s chin.

She smiled and turned around, focusing her attention on Jimin’s aching cock. As she went, she arched her back and reached behind her for Taehyung, who grabbed her waist and pulled her to him.

He lined himself up and entered her, perhaps too quickly, but passionately. Sooyeon let out a little cry, a good cry, one that made Jimin quiver, still inside of her mouth.

Jimin’s eyes flashed up to Taehyung, who was grinning at him. They couldn’t believe how they had waited so long to try this with her.

Sooyeon started to slow down now, feeling her breasts and rubbing her pussy. She felt unbridled. Her thoughts had long left the bedroom door, which actually wasn’t locked. She felt Jimin and Taehyung move together, their upper bodies connecting somehow above her. She didn’t care. She was focused on getting hers.

She grinded against Taehyung, and he railed into her, clutching at her waist and stomach and rubbing her clit as she dropped her hand to support herself.

Jimin was full-on fucking Sooyeon’s mouth, grasping onto her hair, leaning forward when it was beginning to be too much, but careful not to hurt Sooyeon or bury her into the mattress.

Taehyung straightened again, leaning back and wincing.

“Come for us,” Jimin said.

“J-Jiminie.”

“Do it.”

Taehyung shuddered, and he grabbed onto Sooyeon, grabbing fistfuls of her ass, unloading everything he had pent up and carried around with him that week into her. A moan was building in Sooyeon’s throat, Jimin could feel it, and though he was close, he pulled himself out of her, letting her ride the wave.

Taehyung dropped to his knees, weak and utterly drained, resting against the bed frame for support. He saw himself start to drip out of her, and he reached up and licked at it, tasting himself.

“Wait.”

Jimin appeared on Taehyung’s side of the bed as Sooyeon moaned, her own orgasm still rustling through her.

“My turn.”

Jimin bit his lip and smiled at Taehyung as he took Taehyung’s place, jamming himself into Sooyeon and creating aftershocks as heavy and shattering as that first earthquake that Taehyung had pounded into her.

Sooyeon thought she might pass out. She groaned into the sheets balling up her hands into fists and biting her forearms to keep from screaming. She looked back and saw Taehyung hugging Jimin from behind, his body pressed up against him, his arms encircling Jimin’s waist as Jimin thrust into her over and over, resting his nose and lips against the side of Jimin’s neck. Taehyung was whispering something, but Sooyeon couldn’t hear over the sound of flesh against flesh. She didn’t need to. She knew it wasn’t for her, but she was incredibly happy anyway.

Jimin bucked forward suddenly, bringing Taehyung with him, and Sooyeon knew that he was incredibly close. She rode him with everything she had left, the weight of both Jimin’s and Taehyung’s bodies making everything feel more urgent. Jimin grunted loudly, but then it was muffled, and everything went dark.

They lay together for a while, naked, wrapped up and on top of each other, panting until they caught their breath.

“I feel so relaxed,” Sooyeon said finally, rolling over and winking at the both of them.

“That’s all we wanted,” Jimin said, moving the hair out of her face and holding her closer to him.

She reached up for him and kissed him softly. And then, she motioned for Taehyung, who pressed forward, his chest against Jimin’s back, to kiss her.

“That was new,” Taehyung whispered softly, as they all rolled onto their backs and looked up at the ceiling.

“You’ve never had a threesome?” Sooyeon asked.

“No, no. We have,” Jimin said. “Just not like that.”

Sooyeon understood what he meant. She smiled at them. And then she sat up a little, resting her weight back on her elbows.

“Water,” she replied. “I think I’ll go get some.”

She rose, got dressed, and slipped out the door, leaving Jimin and Taehyung lying on the bed, sharing a blissful look.

“Holy shit,” Jin said.

The group sat there, silent.

“Damn,” Yoongi finally said, straightening. He looked at Namjoon. “Remember how silly you felt about your V-live?”

“Yeah, I regret nothing. It was awesome,” Taehyung said, dreamily.

“I… ”

Jin locked eyes with Jimin.

“You what, hyung?” Jimin asked.

“I’m proud of you?” Jin said, looking confused, but making Jimin and Taehyung smile.

“You can understand why we ended the stream, then,” Jimin said pointedly, looking at Jin, who nodded furiously.

“At this point, would it have even mattered if you kept the stream going?” Yoongi asked, smirking naughtily. “Like people don’t already tell us how we make them feel, what they want us to do to them. Like, people seem to like my fingers for some reason.” He looked down at his hands, and everyone followed his gaze, searching them for a reason why.

“They post stuff about how genius you must be with them,” Hoseok explained.

“You read the comments about me?” Yoongi asked.

“Well, I read the comments about everyone,” Hoseok answered. “Don’t we all?”

“Yeah,” Jimin said, a mix of embarrassed but happy. “People seem to like my lips, and they talk about them being everywhere on their bodies.” He shared another accomplished look with Jin, who winked at him.

“I get a lot of dimple talk and big dick energy comments. Someone even tweeted that they wanted me to put my dick on their forehead. It was kind of… hot…” Namjoon replied, getting lost in his thoughts.

“I don’t really read mine,” Jin admitted.

“People are so curious about your naughty side, Jin-hyung,” Yoongi answered. “They think you’re so cute that you must be hiding a freak inside.”

“They’re not wrong,” Jin said, wiggling his eyebrows and high-fiving Jimin.

“I always get comments about how I look in certain outfits,” Hoseok said. “There’s something about a vibe I seem to catch where people want me to destroy them.”

“You can be really fierce,” Namjoon agreed. “People are really into that.”

“What about me?” Taehyung asked innocently, making Jimin wrap his arms around him.

“People are so hyped about you right now,” Hoseok said. “You snuck up on most of them, but now you’re all they can think about. I think I read a comment with the phrase, ‘sex god’, in it.”

“Whoa. How do they know?” Taehyung asked, making the guys laugh.

“And Jungkook-ah,” Jin said, looking over at him. “Do you know anything about what people say about you?”

“They talk about my… well… they kinda talk about my everything,” Jungkook smiled sheepishly. The others already knew. He wasn’t the golden maknae for nothing.

“When it gets really bad, and I see comments like that, about people wanting us to fuck them senseless, I want to blow my brains out for a release,” Hoseok answered, running his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, but we never get a chance to get it anymore,” Taehyung said dejectedly. “It feels good to get it now. To have it for ourselves.”

“Well, do you guys still… y’know… take care of yourselves?” Namjoon asked.

“Bro,” Hoseok said, looking at Namjoon like he was being ridiculous, like Namjoon wasn’t the one who had contracted viruses from porn downloads on their computer in the early days.

“We all still need it from time to time,” Jin said, nodding. “It’s just human nature.”

“I didn’t see you, but I heard you once,” Taehyung said to Namjoon, making the guys laugh.

“Really?”

“Yeah, early on. We were touring, and I was using your bathroom to wash up for the evening because Jimin was using ours. You were so tired from rehearsal. I don’t think you remembered that I was in there.”

“What the hell? So you were just in there, listening to me?”

“I didn’t realize what was going on at first, but when I did, I just put my headphones in and waited until you fell asleep,” Taehyung said, shrugging. “Didn’t take long.”

The guys cracked up, and Namjoon made a face. “I must have just really needed it,” he muttered.

“Unclench,” Yoongi said. “You told us all about Monday. We know you can last.”

“I actually did see you once,” Jimin said, smirking at Taehyung.

The guys cracked up. “Where did you catch him?” Jin asked.

“In his bed, under his covers,” Jimin said, making Taehyung blush. “He was so cute. Now I know that he winces when he comes.”

“I caught Jungkookie once,” Hoseok said, as Jungkook’s eyes widened. “He was lying on the couch in our first dorm, facing the back, and when he heard me coming, he just pretended to be asleep.”

“Me too,” Yoongi said, smiling at him fondly. “We were sharing a bed on a trip. Might have been another Bon Voyage. I remembered thinking, really? With me here and everything?”

“Maybe your presence was comforting,” Taehyung said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Actually, I wondered if maybe you needed help somehow,” Yoongi said bluntly, making the guys howl.

“He was going at it in the green room bathroom once,” Namjoon added. “Right before a performance, I think.”

“Yeah, I think we’ve all caught you, Jungkookie,” Jin said, shooting him a similarly knowing look.

“I always thought I was being so careful,” Jungkook admitted, covering his face.

In the still of the night, after all the reminiscing and scrounging for dinner as they let Sooyeon sleep, Taehyung and Jimin laid in their bed, facing each other, staring at each other, Taehyung tracing Jimin’s lips with his finger. Jimin playfully bit him, making Taehyung snicker and poke him on the nose.

After a while, Taehyung had to ask. “Y’know when you told the guys?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Why did you leave out the last part? The part when we...”

Jimin shrugged. “I guess... I didn’t know how you felt about it. I didn’t want to share that until we talked about it.”

“Oh.”

Taehyung chewed the inside of his cheek. “Well, so, how did you feel about it?”

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

“And?”

“I still don’t know.”

“Yeah. Me either.”

Taehyung gazed at Jimin in the moonlight. His face was so consoling.

“What if…” Taehyung looked at the ceiling, nervous about what might happen if Jimin didn’t agree. “What if we try it again, just to see?”

“...OK.”

“OK. I guess I’ll start.”

Jimin licked his lips in anticipation, and Taehyung leaned forward, kissing him gently. It felt weird, but comfortable. Like they had done it before. Which they had once, earlier that day. But that simple feeling of familiarity wasn’t exactly what they were feeling. It was more like they had done it all their lives. Like it was unnatural not to. Like it was a punishment to keep it from themselves.

Someone’s hand traveled to someone’s waist. Another traveled to someone’s chest. They laid there, holding each other closer.

Jimin moaned as Taehyung’s lips traveled down his neck, his tongue blazing a new trail down his skin, one that had only been explored in shallow moments with friends or even strangers, pretty people who were just looking for some light. Now, it felt like Taehyung was etching something into him, something that wouldn’t easily be forgotten and that would only be his.

Taehyung seemed to note this, and he shaped his lips into a small whistle, blowing softly on the path he had traveled. Jimin shuddered. “Ooh,” he whispered. “That feels nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Their bodies were mashed up against each other now, their cocks swollen and aching. Jimin started to move his hips, and Taehyung thought about those handful of dance rehearsals that were burned into his brain, when Jimin was doing something amazing and steamy, and Taehyung was mesmerized by the circles and waves that his hips could create. Taehyung remembered thinking that Jimin was like water, flowing into each move in such a beautiful way.

And Taehyung was like air, Jimin was starting to learn. The way Jimin would reach out for him. Look to him for comfort. Hold him. Acknowledge him. Jimin needed him. He would gasp for him. He would die if he couldn’t have him.

“What do you think?” Taehyung asked, pulling away. “Do you… want to stop?”

“No,” Jimin breathed, raising his eyebrows.

“So you want to keep going?” Taehyung asked, smiling.

Jimin’s eyebrows settled back into their usual, relaxed place. “Yes. Yes. Please.”

“OK.”

Taehyung carefully placed his hand on Jimin’s waist, and Jimin pushed forward, signaling that he wanted more. Taehyung’s fingers slipped into Jimin’s waistband and felt down for his cock, already dripping. He thought of Sooyeon before, needing to get her wet. It was nice to know that Jimin was already there, waiting for him.

He carefully wrapped his fingers around Jimin, stroking gently at first, but with more force and vigor as Jimin moved against him.

“Fuck,” Jimin whispered, pulling away from their kiss.

Jimin scrambled for Taehyung now, wanting to make him feel what he was feeling. Taehyung sank into his grasp, his eyes rolling back, and his kisses lazier as his mind tried to hold onto all the sensations.

Everything started blurring together. They slid out of their clothes and laid back down on the bed, facing each other. Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jimin, and they rubbed their turgid cocks together, the feel of their skin against each other fresh and enticing.

“This feels so good,” Taehyung whispered.

“It’s amazing,” Jimin agreed. He looked into Taehyung’s eyes. “You’re amazing.”

They kept going, kissing and pawing and grinding until their breathing staggered, and ribbons of hot, sweet, sticky cum glistened on their torsos, mixing together like they had with Sooyeon before. Jimin had described the sensation of Taehyung’s cum around his cock and in Sooyeon’s incredibly warm pussy so wonderfully. Taehyung agreed that it meant something to him to know that they could still find new ways to wrap themselves up in each other, even after all this time.

“What do we think?” Taehyung asked, smiling and kissing Jimin again.

“More,” Jimin echoed from before, as they pulled away to hold each other and sleep. “I’ll always want more of you.”

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Bon Voyage, Noona (M) | 01: Monday

Word Count: 9125

Pairings: Namjoon x OC

Genre: Friends / Fluff / Smut / Humor

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Bon Voyage, Noona | Masterpost

01: Monday

Five tables per shift. Five groups per table. Five shifts per workweek. Four weeks per month. Twelve months in a year. Just over three years, total. Ballpark, that meant that Sooyeon had served 18,000 tables.

A car outside honked its horn, and Sooyeon came back from wherever she had drifted off to.

She looked up through the restaurant’s glass wall and saw the traffic at a standstill, entrenched in snow. She glanced down at the table in front of her, nothing but empty plates and dirty silverware. She double-checked the receipt in her hand to confirm.

No tip.

Sooyeon sighed and resigned to clearing the table. What else could she do but her job?

She carried the tub full of plates and silverware back to the kitchen and stacked them with the other bus tubs that needed to be washed.

Monday ended like most other days. She usually worked the breakfast, brunch, and lunch rushes during the week. Around four, she gathered her things, clocked out, said goodbye to the rest of the staff, and drove home.

Sooyeon adored being at home. There was nothing remarkable about it from the outside. It could have easily been mistaken for any of the other houses in her neighborhood. But this house was one of the first things she bought with her own, hard-earned money. The fact that she was able to buy any house in a market like Vancouver’s was a special kind of marker for her financial progress, a reminder of when things were better.

She shook off the snow before she walked through the doorway, set her things down, and headed into the kitchen for some water. She stopped just short of the fridge when her phone buzzed.

Sooyeon checked to see who it was and read a text from her best friend, Hana: Unnie! Are you off work?

Sooyeon could hear Hana’s voice in her words. She smiled and texted back: Just got home. What are you up to?

She opened the fridge door, grabbed a water bottle, and started poking around to see if she could find something to eat. She grabbed a pre-packaged salad, checking the expiration date. It was three weeks old. Her nose scrunched.

Her phone buzzed again. It was Hana: I’m sick. I actually have a favor to ask.

Sooyeon responded: Sure, what do you need?

As soon as Sooyeon sent the text, her phone started ringing.

“Hey,” Sooyeon greeted.

“Hey! I wanted to see if---” Hana suddenly, and very loudly, sneezed.

“Oh no,” Sooyeon whimpered in sympathy. “How are you feeling?”

Hana blew her nose, also very loudly. Sooyeon smirked to herself. Hana could be a bit dramatic when she was sick. As if to prove that point, Hana continued, “I’m OK, just dying.”

“Want me to bring you something?” Sooyeon asked. “Soup? Medicine?”

“No, I ordered food. I need your help in covering a shift, though,” Hana replied.

“Tonight?” Sooyeon asked, unable to hide her dismay.

“Pleeeeease?” Hana begged. “It’s not even a hard job.”

Sooyeon and Hana were sisters in the gig economy. “Please don’t tell me it’s a shift at Capricio. I just got home from Bar West,” Sooyeon replied, walking over to the pantry and resuming her hunt for food.

“Not waitressing,” Hana clarified. “It’s my production assistant job. I’m supposed to work a shoot.”

“What do I have to do?” Sooyeon asked.

“Basically just help out wherever help is needed. Set up equipment, take food and coffee orders, do some paperwork, break down sets,” Hana listed. “They’ll tell you where to go and what to do.”

Sooyeon mulled it over.

“My day rate is $250, if that helps,” Hana said, sing-songedly.

The image of the $0 next to the tip line on Sooyeon’s last receipt of the day flashed to mind.

Sooyeon eyed a two-pack of Hostess cupcakes in her pantry and reached for it. She opened the package and took a bite of one of the cupcakes, musing.

Bar West would be closed on Thursday and Friday for a private event, and she had already taken Wednesday off for her optometrist follow-up. With only two shifts for the week, and an ongoing trend of less-than-generous patrons, an extra $250 wouldn’t hurt.

“That’s a really high rate, and I’m still getting the full pay just for working five hours tonight!” Hana went on, trying to convince Sooyeon.

Just five hours?

Sooyeon sighed. Hana knew this meant that Sooyeon would take the job.

“Texting you the address now!” Hana exclaimed, a little too roughly, making her throat itch and causing her to cough. “Look for Martha when you get there.”

Sooyeon knew Martha from Hana’s circle of friends in the film industry. Sooyeon scarfed down the second cupcake.

“Just for tonight,” Sooyeon replied, her mouth full.

“Yes, just for tonight!” Hana exclaimed.

Sooyeon paused. “Are you sure you don’t need anything else? You’re good?”

“Divine,” Hana replied. Her nose was stuffed, so it came out sounding like “divibe”, which was less than reassuring.

“OK well, I guess I’ve just eaten,” Sooyeon replied, throwing the empty cupcake wrapper away. “I’ll freshen up and head out in a sec.”

“Thank you so much!” Hana sighed. “I’ll call you later! Bye!”

“Wait, what is this shoot even for?” Sooyeon asked, but Hana hung up before she could get an answer.

Google Maps gave the next set of instructions, and Sooyeon exited off of the highway. She noticed she was heading into a more secluded area. Businesses and houses appeared less frequently, and gigantic, wild trees started to fill in the spaces.

She drove along a narrowing, winding road through the woods until she came to a clearing leading up to a huge, luxury log cabin the size of a mansion.

“Wow,” Sooyeon breathed.

She parked at the side of the cabin, next to another car. Inside that car was Martha, who was on her phone. Martha noticed Sooyeon getting out of the car, and she waved to her. Martha seemed anxious. She finished her call and joined Sooyeon outside.

"Thank you for filling in on short notice for Hannah,” Martha replied. She pronounced Hana’s name like most English native speakers often did. “It would’ve taken some time to find a PA. Especially someone fluent in Korean.”

Sooyeon blinked. Korean?

“Sorry, what is this shoot for again?” Sooyeon asked.

“Do you know BTS?” Martha asked.

“I know of them,” Sooyeon responded.

“Well, they’re filming their vacation here as part of some show. I initially was just helping with the bookings, but now they need a local crew put together as soon as possible,” Martha said.

The sound of engines cut through the quiet, and Martha and Sooyeon turned to see three vans pulling up to the site.

“I think that’s them now,” Martha said.

In the blink of an eye, suitcases and filming equipment were everywhere. Various crew members were getting out of the vans and arranging lighting rigs and other things. Martha walked over to check in with them.

Soon, two more vans pulled up to the cabin. A group of guys burst out of the first van, and three people hopped out of the second one. Sooyeon guessed that the three individuals were probably managers, because once they got out of the van, they huddled up and started making some sort of plans.

The first, boisterous group must have been the members of BTS, because they got out of the van while talking excitedly over each other. A couple of them started running around and throwing snowballs. One slid on some ice and landed on his butt, making the others cackle with laughter. They all chased each other to the back of the cabin, one responsible member calling after them to help with the luggage.

That member caught Sooyeon’s gaze. Sooyeon smiled nervously. He smiled back. He looked down at the luggage and relented, running off to join the others.

Martha motioned for Sooyeon to join her and the crew to give everyone a rundown of the schedule for the evening. She passed out walkie talkies and headsets. Sooyeon then followed as Martha made the rounds to the crew members and the management, introducing Sooyeon to everyone and making it a point to showcase how grateful she was that Sooyeon was joining them at the last minute.

They made their way to the back of the cabin, where snowy acres of land extended into the far woods and hills on one side, and down to the ocean on the other side. The winter sun was setting, just outlining the mountains in the distance. Sooyeon had spent most of her time in Vancouver, but she had never seen a real-life landscape appear so picturesque.

At first glance, the group of guys seemed quite small. Now, Sooyeon could see that at least a couple of them were pretty tall. One of the tall ones was the seemingly responsible one who was minding the luggage. Now, he was standing on the patio, using his phone to record video of the group playing in the snow in the distance.

Martha walked over to them, and they greeted each other. Martha turned back to Sooyeon and gestured for her to join them.

“RM, this is Sue,” Martha said, as Sooyeon approached.

“Hello, Sue, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the guy replied, extending his hand for a handshake.

Sooyeon smirked at how formally he spoke. She took his hand in hers and shook it. She did the same for the manager.

Martha seemed relieved. “Alright then,” she said, “I’m going to check in with the crew. If you need anything, Sue’s your gal. You’ll be in great hands with her.”

He nodded. “Thank you, Martha!”

As she walked away, Martha gestured to her headset and then pointed at Sooyeon.

Sooyeon grabbed at her own headset and checked the switch on the mic before fiddling with the settings. She looked up and saw that the guy had gone back to recording the rest of the group, laughing softly to himself.

Sooyeon stood there awkwardly, wondering what to do next. It felt like the first day of school. She couldn’t find a way into conversation. What should she say? That she was a big fan? That would be hard to pull off, seeing as she really had no idea who they were. Should she just start asking a bunch of questions? That might seem invasive. She decided that there was nothing to lose if she was just genuine and friendly.

A few moments passed, and then she cleared her throat to speak.

“Actually,” she said, in her best Korean, which actually wasn’t that bad, “my name is Lee Sooyeon.”

He turned to her, smiling. He straightened, shifting his weight and turning his body towards her, as he said, “I thought you might be Korean! But y’know, when we’re traveling, I’ve learned to wait for people to tell me first. Sometimes, I make an assumption, and I start speaking Korean to people, and sometimes they’re not even Korean!”

Sooyeon laughed.

Embarrassed, he resorted to finishing with, “I’m Kim Namjoon.”

She smiled warmly at him.

“Martha introduced you as Sue. Why not go by Sooyeon?” Namjoon asked, eager to change the subject.

Sooyeon shrugged. “Sue is already a name here. Just kind of makes things easier.”

Namjoon nodded. “Kind of like a stage name,” he replied.

“So RM is your stage name?” Sooyeon asked.

“It stands for Rap Monster,” Namjoon said. “I’m one of the rappers in the group.”

Sooyeon had been raised on 90s and 2000s West Coast rap. She was grateful that she was able to stifle the sarcastic laugh that was making its way out of her mouth. She nodded and kept a straight face, reminding herself not to judge a book by its cover.

“Not a fan of BTS,” Namjoon said, more of a statement than a question.

“What makes you say that?” Sooyeon asked.

“Well, frankly, it’s been a while since I’ve had to explain what RM stands for,” Namjoon said. Sooyeon found this to be a little cocky, but there was probably truth to that. She didn’t listen to much pop music anymore, so if she kind of knew who BTS was, that meant something significant.

“Fair point,” Sooyeon replied. “Or maybe you’re just in a bubble.”

Namjoon raised his eyebrows. “You’re not wrong,” he admitted, nodding his head.

“I actually think my experience is a little different,” Sooyeon continued, her thoughts wandering.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked, intrigued.

“You said before that maybe it gets awkward when you speak Korean to people,” Sooyeon said. “People are always thrilled when I speak to them in Korean. They react like they’re witnessing a miracle.”

Namjoon smiled but looked confused.

“Could be an immigrant thing,” Sooyeon clarified. “Elders here swell with pride when I speak in Korean, even though my accent isn’t great, and I still fumble words here and there. They personally feel the heartbreak over the things that get lost. But when I speak, or if someone else who was brought up in the West speaks, it’s like they’re proud. Not of me. But proud that whoever raised me chose to preserve our language, and that I obliged. It makes them feel just that much closer to home.”

Namjoon was struck by Sooyeon’s sudden poignance. He wondered what life must be like for someone like Sooyeon. Was it similar to what he experienced every time the team traveled internationally? Being the spokesperson for the group forced him to play two roles in every interview, considering every side of any given conversation. He imagined it might be the same for someone who constantly had to navigate two or more languages, and separate identities.

Sooyeon misread Namjoon’s silence for discomfort. “So, is this your first time in Canada?” Sooyeon asked, searching for safer small talk.

Namjoon found Sooyeon to be a bit chatty for a PA, but sure, he would bite.

“We’ve only been around Toronto and Niagara Falls. We never really got a chance to check out the mountain ranges ,” Namjoon said. “What about you? Are you from here?”

“Born and raised,” Sooyeon responded proudly.

“When were you born?” Namjoon asked. This threw Sooyeon slightly, but she remembered her heritage.

“Oh, you all should definitely be calling me noona,” she muttered, feeling her age.

Namjoon laughed. He thought that Sooyeon looked about his age, but apparently, she was even older than Jin. “I’ll need to see your birth certificate to believe you, but I’ll take your word for now,” Namjoon replied.

Sooyeon smiled.

“Do you like living here?” Namjoon asked.

“I mean, can you beat this view?” Sooyeon asked, looking out at the sky, Namjoon following her gaze.

Suddenly, the stillness that they were appreciating was punctuated by a rush of crunching snow, bursts of laughter, people talking over each other, growing louder as they came closer.

“Ah, they’ve finally tired themselves out,” Namjoon sighed. He looked back at Sooyeon. “They can be a lot,” he warned, almost apologetically.

Quickly, the rest of the group joined them, making sure to stand a respectable distance away from Sooyeon. “Everyone, this is Sooyeon-noona, one of our production assistants for the week,” Namjoon said.

The guys greeted her in a flurry, bowing formally, all of them saying their names and introductions all at once.

“Noona, are you part of the crew from home?” one of them asked, twirling a pouch clipped to his belt loop. “How was your flight?”

“Oh, no, I’m from here,” Sooyeon answered.

“The rest of the group must still be waiting to fly out,” Namjoon reflected. He looked over at Sooyeon. “Our staff was changed for this trip, and there was something wrong with their travel visas. The company hired Martha and her team to help us out while that gets sorted out.”

Now it made sense, Sooyeon realized. The short notice. Hana getting the job. The panic in Martha’s face.

“Namjoon-hyung, let’s see the video you took,” another said, reaching for Namjoon’s phone.

“Is it always this cold here?” someone else asked, shivering violently. He was the smallest one.

“I told you to pack the puffy coat,” one nagged, staring at his phone.

Sooyeon suddenly remembered why she was even here in the first place. “Why don’t I get you all some extra coats and some coffee?” she asked.

The group started talking over each other again.

“Iced Americano, please,” the phone-absorbed one asked.

“You still want iced coffee in this weather?” the smallest one asked incredulously.

“Ooh, cappuccino for me, please!” one of the other tall ones exclaimed.

Suddenly, they were all yelling coffee orders, and Namjoon had to settle them down. “Can you please get us 3 iced Americanos, 3 lattes, and 1 espresso?” Namjoon asked. One of the guys in the middle, whose curly hair covered his eyes, muttered in astonishment, “How does he do that?”

Sooyeon checked in with the team over the walkie talkie headset, easily switching between Korean and English. She paused for instruction, and then she looked up at the group. “Martha said the coats are inside with your manager, Sejin-ssi,” she replied, prompting the smallest, coldest one to run inside immediately.

“The crew said I was free to go make the coffee run,” Sooyeon continued. “And I’ll pick up the groceries that you requested for the week.”

“Can I go too?” someone asked, directed at Namjoon instead of Sooyeon.

“And me. I want to pick out the produce,” said the tall one who wanted a cappuccino.

“We’re supposed to be doing an intro video and the room game in a little while,” Namjoon reminded them.

“So let’s bring a camera with us,” the tall one said, shrugging.

“Fine, fine, let’s ask,” Namjoon replied. Before Namjoon could continue, Sooyeon was already making the request through her walkie.

She looked up at them. “They said that everybody is busy setting up for the shoot later, so you can go. But they don’t want you to drive in the snow, and I only have room for three of you in my car,” she said.

“OK, so Jin-hyung, Jungkook-ah, and I can join you,” Namjoon replied. “Perfect.”

“Get me some snacks for later. I’m going to nap,” the phone-absorbed one said, heading into the cabin. “Thank you, Noona. Have fun, guys!” the pouch-wearing one said, swinging his arm around the last, quiet one and leading him inside.

“Alright, Noona, where’s your car?” Jungkook asked excitedly.

The last time Sooyeon had a full car of people was about six months ago, during her 30th birthday party. Sooyeon, Hana, and three of their friends spent the night zigzagging through town, making several stops for food. A Korean restaurant for dinner, a karaoke club for some drinks and singing, a secret drag show hosted by one of Hana’s friends from work. After each stop, they grunted as they tried to fit people into the small sedan, ragging on Sooyeon for hanging onto a piece of junk.

Now, the car was full of mega-famous celebrities. And these mega-famous celebrities, undoubtedly used to town cars, sports cars, and tricked out SUVs, seemed way too excited to be in that same piece of junk.

“You said it was small, but we could have all fit in here,” Jungkook replied from the backseat, using a camera on a selfie stick to film his observations. “Jimin-ssi could sit right in the middle here.”

“Jimin-ssi would probably have sat in your lap instead,” Jin laughed.

“Can I play some music?” Namjoon asked, holding up the aux cord sitting in the front cupholder.

“Sure,” Sooyeon said, finding the whole situation to be unreal.

They drove out to the nearest shopping plaza, which had a gas station, a coffee shop, a restaurant, two clothing stores, and a small grocery store.

Jungkook leapt out of the car and bounded toward the coffee shop.

“Groceries first,” Jin instructed, tugging on Jungkook’s jacket sleeve and pointing to the store next door.

“But I’m thirsty,” Jungkook complained.

“If we go now, everyone else’s coffee will get cold,” Jin reasoned.

“So we make two trips, one now and one later,” Jungkook said, shrugging. “It’s just next door.”

“C’mon, Jungkookie,” Jin said. After a long day of traveling, delays, and frustration, Jin’s usually infinite patience for the maknae was wearing just a little thin.

Jungkook sighed. He was just about to relent when his eyes met Sooyeon’s. “Noona, c’mon, I’ll treat you!” he exclaimed.

Sooyeon was caught off-guard by his hopeful, earnest expression. She felt shy for some reason.

Jin laughed, elbowing Namjoon in the ribs. He pointed to Jungkook and muttered something to Namjoon, who laughed fondly.

Their laughs seemed to indicate surrender. Jungkook threw his hands up in victory and kicked Jin’s thigh playfully. Jin and Namjoon headed into the grocery store, and Jungkook continued to skip toward the coffee shop.

The coffee shop was empty, and the staff paid them no mind. Jungkook wondered if they knew who he was, but no one seemed to notice. He took the time to breathe in and enjoy this moment. There were fewer of them as time went on.

He took a menu from the register and started looking through the orders. Sooyeon watched him, noticing little things. His eyes were clear and wide, and they were scanning the menu line by line. When he would get to an order that seemed appealing, he would grin and nod quickly, tapping its picture or saying the menu number out loud to remember it. When he would get to an order that seemed less than appealing, he would scrunch his nose and shake his head in disapproval. It was probably one of the cutest things Sooyeon had ever seen anyone do.

After having made a selection, he looked up at the cashier and, in perfect English, said, “One large cold brew, please.” The cashier nodded and labeled his cup with his order.

“Do you even need me on set?” Sooyeon asked in Korean, approving Jungkook’s English accent. He smiled, flattered. It turned into a look of expectation.

“Oh,” Sooyeon replied, realizing that she was staring, and Jungkook was waiting for her to order. “Nothing for me.”

Jungkook smiled and raised his eyebrows.

Sooyeon just looked blankly back at him.

Jungkook tilted his head toward the cashier and wiggled his eyebrows.

Sooyeon shook her head, starting to smile.

Jungkook pulled her hands out of her coat pockets and forced her to take the menu, pointing out the orders that he thought were good.

“Alright, alright,” Sooyeon replied, relenting. She held the menu and looked through the selections, but she wasn’t sure what she wanted.

Jungkook noticed that Sooyeon was having trouble making up her mind. He looked up at the cashier and asked, in English, “What is the most popular drink?”

Sooyeon noticed that Jungkook’s English accent was especially sweet and charming.

“We sell a lot of lattes,” the cashier offered.

Jungkook looked at Sooyeon. “Do you like lattes?” he asked in Korean.

“A hazelnut latte, please,” Sooyeon replied in English to the cashier. She looked over at Jungkook and smiled playfully. “There. I ordered. Are you happy?” she told him in Korean.

“Size?” the cashier interrupted, their hand hovering over the cup dispenser.

“Medium,” Sooyeon answered in English.

“Large,” Jungkook corrected, also in English. He pulled out his phone and paid for the both of them.

He turned back to Sooyeon and grinned. “ Now I’m happy,” he said in Korean, happy, but serious.

Sooyeon couldn’t help but smile back.

Sooyeon and Jungkook sipped on their drinks and caught up to Namjoon and Jin at the grocery store.

Sooyeon and Namjoon followed with the shopping cart as Jin and Jungkook explored the grocery store aisles, acting as good showmen for their camera.

“Is this part of the show you’re filming?” Sooyeon asked Namjoon, watching them.

Namjoon laughed. “Yeah. This whole thing must seem pretty crazy to you,” he acknowledged.

“Uh, yeah, it’s pretty confusing,” Sooyeon said. “You’re on vacation but you’re filming at the same time?”

“We plan these vacations together and film content for our fans,” Namjoon explained.

“Is that really a vacation, though?” Sooyeon asked, used to the kind of privacy invasions that celebrities in the West complained about often.

“It’s a free trip,” Namjoon replied. “So what if we have to film it?”

“But it means that you’re on basically all the time,” Sooyeon observed. “Do you find that tiring?”

“I willingly signed up for this,” Namjoon answered. “I knew there would be some sacrifices that I’d be willing to make. If this is the kind of sacrifice I have to make, then I’d say that I’m doing pretty well.”

Sooyeon nodded. “Makes sense. But just because you have it better than most doesn’t mean that your negative feelings aren’t also valid.”

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked.

“Well, you can just be upset sometimes,” Sooyeon offered, shrugging. “You’re human.”

They walked along in silence, keeping an eye out for Jin and Jungkook, who were arguing over some snacks.

Namjoon watched Sooyeon, surprised at her ability to pick up on what he was feeling. There was always some sort of part of him that tried to block or process negativity in some way, either by ignoring things that were irrelevant to his team and their goals, or by transforming some frustrating, horrible experience into a valuable lesson. He was the type of person who smoothed things over and looked for meaning in everything. It rarely occurred to him to let the frustrating, horrible things happen just because frustrating, horrible things happen in life sometimes.

He caught up again with Sooyeon, Jungkook, and Jin at the end of the aisle. It was the International Foods section, but the selection was extremely limited to small portions of condiments, fusion foods that offered little variety in taste, or snack foods from other countries. Nothing to truly sustain them.

Jungkook looked at the section and stretched his arms out a little to measure the space it took up on the shelf.

He rotated to face Namjoon and Sooyeon, keeping his arms out. “I didn’t even have to stretch my arms all the way,” he observed, incredulous at how little space this section took up.

Namjoon laughed softly, but Sooyeon noted a bit of sadness in Jungkook’s response. She looked over at Jin, who was looking at a small bottle of something with a Korean label.

“You know, if you want Korean food, there are a few amazing restaurants closer to where I live in the city,” Sooyeon replied.

“Let’s go there for dinner while we’re here!” Jungkook suggested.

“Sure, if it makes for a good video,” Sooyeon said, giving Namjoon a playful look.

Namjoon smiled. “We’d probably get these things back first,” he said. He took the bottle from Jin’s hand, set it in the cart, and led the way.

After a quick stop back at the coffee shop for Jin, Namjoon’s, and everyone else’s orders, they returned to the cabin, with several bags in tow. The managers took all the groceries and brought them to the pantry. The crew was set to begin filming in the living room, as they had just finished setting up two main cameras to film the living room and a handful of remote cameras to place in each of the bedrooms. The group members were sitting on the couches, laying over each other and looking at their phones.

Jin and Jungkook went to join the rest of the group, and Namjoon and Sooyeon handed out everyone’s coffee orders, plus more coffee and hot chocolate that they had bought for the crew.

Martha was especially thankful for her tea. She sipped it quietly as she and Sooyeon stood off to the side, watching as the managing director gave some instructions to the group. Sooyeon was translating as they watched.

“So, to make sure the process is fair, they play this game to decide who gets what room,” Sooyeon whispered. “Namjoon explained it to me earlier. They each hide in the room of their choice. Whatever you pick is your room for the trip.”

“I see,” Martha replied. “And who is Namjoon?”

Sooyeon laughed. She gestured to Namjoon, who was typing on his iPad.

The manager serving as the director called out some directions, counted down, and called action.

The group played rock, paper, scissors to determine the order of selection. Taehyung won, with Jungkook after him, Jin next, Namjoon following, then Hoseok, Jimin, and Yoongi.

“I really need a room to myself,” Yoongi said, as Taehyung got up to make his selection. “Every time we do this, there’s always some room that’s left empty, and three or four of us are forced together for no reason.”

“It’s tradition,” Hoseok teased. “Besides, you’re just mad that you’re last because you want to go back to sleep.”

Yoongi scrunched up his face. Hoseok wasn’t wrong.

Out of the four bedrooms in this gigantic and gorgeous cabin, Taehyung and Jimin ended up choosing the bedroom on the first floor, tucked in the far back corner of the house. Jin and Jungkook ended up in the upstairs bedroom on the left of the main staircase. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi ended up in the bedroom across the hall from them. As predicted, there was one empty bedroom, located on the right side of the staircase.

“This is ridiculous,” Yoongi complained, looking at Namjoon and Hoseok lying in the one, queen-sized bed.

“Rap line room!” Namjoon exclaimed happily.

“Just ridiculous,” Yoongi muttered again, as Hoseok latched onto him and pulled him into the dogpile.

The rest of the day was filled with menial tasks like cleaning or sorting clothes, and, honestly, just watching the group have fun. Once the guys settled in for the night, they cooked together with some of the groceries that they had picked up, and ate dinner together at the kitchen table. Sooyeon found it surprisingly wholesome.

And there was something else. Every now and then, Sooyeon would meet Namjoon’s eyes, and he would smile excitedly at her. It was incredibly sweet.

Once they were done filming, the crew spent the rest of the time clearing up and helping the group unpack, and soon, the shoot was over. The entire crew was local, and they started heading home, one by one. The three managers that had traveled with BTS, including manager Sejin, were staying in a nearby hotel. Soon, Sejin, Martha, and Sooyeon were the last ones left.

“Thanks so much to the both of you for your outstanding help today,” Sejin replied. “This whole visas thing is a mess. The company isn’t sure if our staff will be able to make it in time. But then again, we aren’t sure if we need them.”

He turned to Martha. “Your team has been such a great help, and today seemed to work well. Looks like we’ll be relying on you and your local team to help us film what we need to film for the time being.”

“No problem at all,” Martha replied. “Glad we could help.”

Sejin sighed. “And Sooyeon, thank you for your help,” he replied. “I understand this isn’t your usual job.”

“No, but I appreciated the experience,” Sooyeon said.

“Great,” Sejin said. He switched to Korean, saying, “Namjoon said to tell you specifically that he and the guys really appreciated having you around today. Thank you for making us all feel so comfortable. We’re really excited to have you with us for the rest of the week.”

Sooyeon didn’t think much of it. It was probably just an easy mistake, or he forgot that Sooyeon was just filling in for the day. That was why she just thanked him, smiled while bowing slightly, and followed Martha to the parking lot outside.

"Thanks again, Sue,” Martha said, hugging her.

“No worries,” Sooyeon replied, hugging her back. “It was kinda fun.”

“I thought I saw a couple of smiles on your face today,” Martha teased.

Sooyeon rolled her eyes.

“Well,” Martha sighed, as they headed to their cars. “Have a great night, and see you tomorrow for round two.”

Sooyeon stopped short of her car door handle. She turned to look at Martha. “Round two?”

Martha paused. “Yeah, Hannah said you’d be able to cover her?”

Sooyeon frowned.

Martha stepped away from her car, closer toward Sooyeon. “Hannah called me earlier and asked how things were going,” Martha said, the panic rising in her voice. “She didn’t tell you?”

Sooyeon shook her head.

Martha took a deep breath. “OK, well, she got her results back from the doctor’s office, and she has the flu. There’s no way she can work this week.”

Sooyeon reached into her pocket for her phone. No text messages. No missed calls.

“You can be here this week, can’t you?” Martha asked, almost hyperventilating. “I mean, if you can’t, then just tell me now so that I can start trying to find a replacement. But I mean, you’d really be doing me a solid here…”

Martha’s voice became more and more muted as Sooyeon mulled things over. Martha technically had time to find a replacement for tomorrow. This wasn’t really Sooyeon’s problem. Then again, Sooyeon could make $1750 this week alone. It had been a while since she had seen that kind of money. And she was getting it for what? Going on coffee runs? Pushing shopping carts?

“Sue?” Martha asked. “Hello? Are you listening?”

“Yes,” she found herself saying, looking up from her phone. “I can cover the whole week. What time do we start tomorrow?”

“Bless you,” Martha exhaled, finally relaxed. “We’ll start at 8 o’clock, and we plan to wrap after dinner around 9. How does that sound?”

“Seriously, have you guys seen my phone?” Namjoon asked, combing the living room for the third time.

"Jokingly? Yes. Seriously? No,” Jin chirped from the kitchen, washing the last of the dishes and eliciting groans from the rest of the group

Jimin and Taehyung were lying on top of each other on the couch. Hoseok was holding Jungkook, both of them sharing one of the loveseats, and Jungkook commanding the remote control. Yoongi had gone upstairs hours ago.

“I really can’t find it anywhere,” Namjoon said incredulously.

“It’ll turn up,” Jin said, drying his hands and joining the others in the living room. “It’ll probably show up when you least expect it.”

“Yeah, let’s worry about it tomorrow,” Hoseok agreed, nudging Jungkook to get off of him. “Let’s go get some sleep.”

“Damn, we’ve been up for almost twenty hours straight,” Taehyung observed, checking his watch. He stood up, tapping Jimin to join him. Jimin sleepily stood and leaned against Taehyung, and the two of them trotted off to bed.

Jungkook and Jin weren’t far behind, bidding everyone their goodnights.

Hoseok turned off the TV and set the remote on the coffee table.

“I’ve gotta find it,” Namjoon replied. “I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t find it.”

“Don’t worry. It’s here somewhere,” Hoseok said reassuringly. “You had it when we got here. You haven’t been anywhere else. Where else could it be?”

Hoseok patted him on the shoulder and headed upstairs.

Namjoon realized something.

He had been somewhere else.

He looked over at the coffee table and saw his iPad sitting there from earlier. He located his phone, and it luckily had enough battery to return an address. It was about a twenty-minute drive, so it couldn’t have been the grocery store that had just been ten minutes away.

Namjoon would need a ride. He looked around and saw Jimin’s phone. It had fallen out of his pocket and onto the couch.

It was unlocked.

“You’re incredible,” Sooyeon replied bitterly. She was sitting up in her bed, flipping through Netflix movies on her TV screen, Hana on speakerphone.

“Martha said things were going well!” Hana defended.

“I don’t even know these guys,” Sooyeon complained.

“It’s just a fun shoot,” Hana replied.

“This isn’t fun. It’s work,” Sooyeon reminded her. “You’re just lucky that someone wanted my Tuesday shift.”

“You’re lucky you’ll be getting paid $250 a day, every day, this week,” Hana said, pointedly.

Sooyeon sighed. “You’re not wrong about that. And I appreciate the opportunity. But you didn’t even call or text me to give me a heads-up. I got blindsided by Martha and their manager.”

“OK, I know, I’m sorry. I should have started this call with a giant thank you for covering our collective asses, mine in particular,” Hana replied. “You know my connections are everything, and if I’m really going to make it in the industry, I need to stay on Martha’s good side.”

Sooyeon was glad that she was able to help her friend out, and she realized that she was getting a pretty sweet paycheck out of the deal. To be honest, Sooyeon wasn’t even sure why she was frustrated.

“I guess it wasn’t that bad,” Sooyeon replied.

“I don’t know much about the whole thing, but Martha said you guys were just filming them playing a bunch of games and talking about stuff. Could be fun? At least more fun than Bar West. And definitely more money,” Hana reasoned.

“You’re right,” Sooeyon replied, sighing. “Things worked out pretty well. I don’t even know what I’m punchy about.”

“You’re probably just tired,” Hana said. “I think we both are. Let’s get some sleep?”

They hung up, but Sooyeon felt restless. She turned to look out her window, able to see outside through the gossamer curtain, twinkling city lights and twirling smokestack plumes against in the night sky.

Sooyeon had a thought.

She got out of bed, and headed into her home office.

Sooyeon reveled in the feeling of the cigarillo wrapper against her tongue as she licked the side of her blunt shut. There was something pleasing about its delicate texture. The association of its feel with being moments away from smoking weed probably also had something to do with it. And other moments, perhaps. She flicked her lighter and ran the cooler part of the flame along the edge to seal it. She blew on it a little, and then she lit up.

She drew a long breath, exhaling a steady stream of fluffy, white smoke. She looked around the room. Her favorite part of her house was, by far, this office. She loved everything about it. She loved the shade of heather gray paint that she picked out. She loved the paper floor lamp that made it all the way through school with her. She loved the ivory, thick, linen drapes that were gifted to her. She loved her floating bookshelves on the wall. She loved her modern, walnut desk at the opposite side of the room. She loved the matching walnut coffee table in the center of the room. She loved the purple orchid, phone, laptop, lighter, ashtray, and bag of weed that currently sat on said coffee table. She loved the heather gray sofa on the other side of the table. But most of all, she loved sitting in her comfy Eames chair.

Sooyeon leaned back and stretched, taking another hit.

Perhaps the day had been mildly interesting. She had always wondered what it was like to work on a set. It wasn’t every day that she got to have a new kind of experience like that.

Sooyeon grabbed the blanket hanging off the back of the chair and draped it over herself. She kicked up her feet on the table and leaned farther back.

Actually, the day had been pretty interesting. She didn’t really know much about Kpop, but she knew now that whatever she had known was so little of the real thing.

Sooyeon took another drag and exhaled, holding the blunt between her index and middle finger.

If she were being completely honest with herself, the day had been quite amazing. Not only was that a fun gig, but she got to meet BTS. She liked them all well enough. Namjoon was interesting to talk to.

Sooyeon ran her thumb across her lips.

Namjoon was disarmingly attractive. He wasn’t really Sooyeon’s type physically, but the conversations that they kept having throughout the day were stimulating. Certainly more stimulating than the kinds of conversations she had while waitressing.

Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang. Sooyeon furrowed her brow and sat up, waiting.

After a few moments, the doorbell rang again.

Sooyeon reached over for her phone, checking her security camera app.

A very cold Namjoon was standing in her front yard, looking around.

A very confused and slightly paranoid Sooyeon needed a moment to process what was going on. Had she conjured him out of thin air? She waved the smoke away and set her blunt down on the ashtray before getting up to answer the door.

Namjoon could hear soft footsteps padding down the hall to the door. Sooyeon opened the door and tilted her head.

“Namjoon?” she whispered.

“Hi,” he said, his voice muffled. He had a puffy coat on with the hood up, his hands jammed into his pockets and a scarf over his face. He was actually standing in the yard, about a foot away from the first step of her porch. Sooyeon couldn’t believe Namjoon was being this ridiculously respectful.

“What are you doing here?” Sooyeon asked, clutching the blanket draped around her shoulders.

Namjoon said something and gestured to something, but Sooyeon couldn’t understand.

“What?” Sooyeon repeated.

Namjoon took his hands out of his pockets and pulled his scarf down, shivering in the breeze. Sooyeon realized he was still standing in the yard, out in the cold.

“Oh shit, sorry, come in, come in,” Sooyeon replied, waving him inside.

Namjoon walked up the few steps onto the porch. He shook off some of the snow from his jacket before walking inside.

He stayed by the door. “I said, I think you have my phone,” Namjoon replied.

Sooyeon furrowed her brow and tilted her head, confused.

“I couldn’t find my phone anywhere in the cabin,” Namjoon began to explain, reading Sooyeon’s expression. “I used my laptop to track it through the app and realized this must be your address. Then I saw your car out front.”

Things started clicking for Sooyeon. The grocery store trip.

She looked out at her yard, wondering where Namjoon’s car was. “How did you get here?” she asked.

Namjoon pulled out a phone. "Jerry drove me," he said, showing her the screen.

Sooyeon looked at the phone. It was a fake Lyft account.

“Borrowed Jimin’s phone,” Namjoon replied. “Didn’t want to disturb anyone.”

Sooyeon smirked. Namjoon seemed to be trying to play it cool, like it wasn’t a huge deal that one of the most famous people in the world, for all intents and purposes, just disappeared. Did she hit a nerve, teasing him about being a rule-follower, for needing to get permission to go to a restaurant for dinner?

“Anyway, I was hoping you’d be able to drive me back,” he said.

Sooyeon was pretty stoned at this point, but she wasn’t sure how to tell Namjoon that she needed a bit of time to sober up before driving. “Mind if I have some coffee first?” she asked.

“Of course, it’s so late,” Namjoon realized, blushing. He instantly regretted every decision in the past hour that had led him to this point.

“No, really. It’s not a problem at all,” Sooyeon replied. “Do you want some coffee, too? Might help warm you up?”

Namjoon brightened. “Yeah,” he replied. “That sounds good.”

Sooyeon took Namjoon’s coat and placed it in the closet, along with her boots and coat. He knew to take his shoes off by the door. It had been a while since a new guest of hers knew to take their shoes off by the door.

She gave him a mini-tour of the ground floor. Front room. Living room. Kitchen.

Sooyeon led him inside and started wordlessly preparing the coffee. As they exchanged the cream and sugar, their eyes would meet, and he would smile excitedly at her, exactly the way he had been doing all day.

“What’s through there?” Namjoon asked.

He pointed to the office.

Sooyeon smiled at him, picked up her coffee mug, and walked down the hall. Namjoon followed.

She walked into the office first, quick to place her blunt, ashtray, and lighter back in the box before setting her mug on the coffee table. Sooyeon sat down in her Eames chair, and Namjoon entered the office, smiling at her as she burrowed into her blanket.

Namjoon started to walk the perimeter of the room. Sooyeon thought he looked less formal now, wearing a gray hoodie and gray sweatpants.

“Hang on a second!” Namjoon exclaimed, walking up to a big frame on one of the bookshelves. He read the details on the diploma that sat inside of it.

His head whipped around to Sooyeon. She couldn’t help but laugh at his wide eyes.

He looked back at Sooyeon's doctorate degree, sitting in its frame. All of the clinical psychology books made sense now. Namjoon respected people who had the discipline and ability to be able to accomplish such a goal, and he definitely respected the humble way Sooyeon just smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and folded her arms tight.

Namjoon turned back around and looked closer at the bookshelf, reading the titles in her collection. Unsurprisingly, they were mostly psychology and academic books, with some fiction peppered in for fun. His eyes settled on a silver picture frame that made him smile.

He picked up the frame and turned to Sooyeon. “And is this your mom?”

Sooyeon smiled warmly. She reached her hand out to Namjoon, who walked over to bring her the frame.

He sat down on the arm of the Eames chair. She could feel him breathing on her neck.

She held the photo so that they could both see. “That’s my aunt,” Sooyeon said, smiling fondly.

“Does she live here, too?” Namjoon asked.

“No, she passed away,” Sooyeon replied.

Namjoon tensed.

“Don’t worry,” Sooyeon said, also easily reading his expression. She pulled her blanket even tighter around her. “Long story short, she raised me,” she explained. “She put me through school. I ran my counseling practice out of this office for about four years. Life was really, really good. But then, she got diagnosed with breast cancer.”

Sooyeon rested her head back on the chair. “She moved in with me so that I could take care of her. She died about six months ago, just after my birthday.”

“I’m so sorry,” Namjoon replied.

Sooyeon looked up at him and smiled sadly. “Me too,” she said.

She looked back down at the photo. “It’s been a while since I’ve really looked at this photo,” she said.

Namjoon watched as Sooyeon ran her finger across the photograph, tracing her aunt’s curly hair.

Sooyeon smiled. “I almost forgot what her hair looked like.”

Then, she sighed, leaned forward, and placed the photo on the coffee table.

Namjoon looked at Sooyeon. So many thoughts were running through his head. What did he just do? And what was he doing here? What would Manager Sejin say? Was he going to get in trouble for this? What would the guys say? Was anyone looking for him right now? Did they even realize he was out?

“Is your mind racing?” he asked her.

She looked up at him. “No,” she sighed, happily. “Actually, my mind is completely blank.”

Namjoon didn’t know what came over him. He was pretty tired from traveling, so he knew he was at least a little delirious. But there was something about Sooyeon that was drawing him in. Something calming. Something accepting. He leaned down and kissed Sooyeon, gently, just once.

Sooyeon blinked in surprise and watched Namjoon pull away, checking to see if she was OK with what had just happened.

She was staring at his lips, so he pulled her close to him to kiss her again. She pressed her chest against his torso as he straddled her in the chair, leaning the chair back to kiss her deeply.

She pushed Namjoon off of her, both of them dazed and out of breath. Namjoon waited, watching her, trying to gauge her reaction.

“W-was that OK?” Sooyeon asked, clutching her chest. Her heart was pounding. It had been so long since someone had kissed her, truly and honestly kissed her.

“That was great!” Namjoon exclaimed. His face fell. “Wait, was it OK for you? Did I do something wrong? Did you not like it?”

Sooyeon couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Of course I liked it. I meant, when I pressed against you like that… was that OK to do?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know why you pushed me off because I wanted more,” Namjoon said quickly.

They looked at each other, trying to extrapolate as much data from each others’ expressions as they could.

“So… we’ve established that we both liked it,” Namjoon reflected, rubbing the back of his neck.

Slowly, a smile spread across Sooyeon’s face.

The rest of the night happened in foggy slices. Her hands were under his shirt, running across his entire, well-toned body. His hand worked its way between her legs, rubbing her lips softly and getting her wet. She got on top and unbuttoned his pants, taking his hard, huge cock in her palm. She slid slowly down Namjoon’s body and onto her knees, and Sooyeon thought it tasted salty but satisfying, like a hearty steak dinner. She looked up at Namjoon as she sucked his cock. He watched her with quiet, wide-eyed wonder, gently moving her hair out of the way. When Sooyeon moved in just the right way, Namjoon would clench his fists, and seemingly every muscle in his body, and kind of howl at the ceiling.

“Fuck,” Namjoon said, taking Sooyeon’s chin in his thumb and forefinger and guiding her up to him. “This is amazing. You’re amazing.”

Suddenly, they were naked, kissing fiercely and groping each other as they searched around the room for something to support them. The wall. The sofa. The desk. The bookshelf.

Namjoon liked to stay active, clumsily dancing Sooyeon around the room as they tried out seemingly every position and angle, Namjoon leaving destruction in his wake. A chip in the paint on the wall when he accidentally elbowed it before falling to his knees to finger Sooyeon. A little tear on the sofa stitching where it was already worn down. Almost everything swept off the desk. Books scattered on the floor in front of the bookshelf. Namjoon had whispered a cute, hurried, “Sorry!” each time he knocked something down or ripped something.

At one point, Namjoon was kneeling and holding onto the floor lamp for support while eating Sooyeon out. She moaned at how good it felt, and when Sooyeon’s legs tightened around him, Namjoon suddenly felt like he was engulfed in flames. He gripped the lamp so tightly that he broke it and nearly fell over, knocking Sooyeon off-balance and into Namjoon’s arms.

They carried on, their shrieks of laughter and groans of pleasure echoing throughout the house. It made Sooyeon feel disoriented.

Sooyeon wasn’t sure if it was minutes or hours later, but Namjoon had somehow directed Sooyeon back to her favorite Eames chair. He was bending her over, ever-so-slowly inserting his throbbing, impatient cock into her swollen, hot pussy.

“You’re so tight,” Namjoon said through gritted teeth. “God, this feels so good.”

Sooyeon cried out, Namjoon’s humongous length forcing her walls open, a painful, beautiful feeling.

Her eyes alighted, and she straightened, leaning back and looking back at Namjoon. “Fuck,” she gasped, pressing her face against his. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“It hurts?” Namjoon asked, kissing her.

Sooyeon nodded breathlessly. “So good,” she choked out.

Namjoon kissed her cheek before bending her over the chair and re-angling himself, plunging himself deeper. Sooyeon had been so tight, but she was hugging him comfortably now, made softer by how wet Sooyeon was.

He began thrusting slowly, his cock disappearing into her with each push. She gripped the back of the chair so tightly that she thought her nails would tear the leather.

“Have you ever had it like this?” Namjoon asked in a low growl.

“No,” Sooyeon said, her voice desperate. She sighed and turned her head toward Namjoon. He could just make out the outline of her profile against her long hair. “You?”

Namjoon quickly sucked in air through his teeth. “The way you said that,” he said. “Did you feel my cock twitch inside of you?”

Sooyeon brushed her hair back and moved against him. “Yeah,” she said, moving her hips in a slow circle. “I wanna feel that again.”

He held onto her hips, running his hands over Sooyeon’s ass. So soft, he thought.

He took each cheek and spread Sooyeon’s ass open, making her arch her back and push back against Namjoon. They both moaned at the sensation, and Namjoon froze in place. Sooyeon started moving, making Namjoon take deep, labored breaths.

Namjoon clutched at Sooyeon’s thighs, pinching her flesh tightly and letting go, before finding a new spot to do the same. He felt his balls tighten urgently.

“I’m so close,” Namjoon whispered.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back and hugging her close as he fondled her breasts. One of his hands made its way up her neck, grazing her throat and making her buck wildly. He put his fingers in her mouth, and she sucked enthusiastically, making him grunt. He brought his hand down her chest and to her pussy and began to rub on her clit, softly, in circles, and quickening as his thrusts increased in pace.

Sooyeon could not stop moaning. She reached back for his ass, and he dropped her down to the seat of the Eames chair. The slap of the leather seat against her cheek woke her up, and her eyes shot open. He held her arms behind her back. “Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed, as she locked into place, and he pistoned in and out of her.

“Are you gonna come for me?” Namjoon asked.

“Fuck, yes,” Sooyeon declared.

“I feel you,” Namjoon uttered. “Don’t hold back.”

Sooyeon came, hard, shaking against the chair and eventually collapsing into it. Namjoon held her close and kissed the back of her head, coming right after she had, his thrusts easing as he rode the wave.

Sooyeon laughed, feeling extremely light. Namjoon laughed too, kissing her playfully and telling her how new this was and how good it felt, fucking like this. They held onto each other and, exhausted, fell to the floor. Namjoon held Sooyeon in his arms, and they kissed softly for a while.

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Bon Voyage, Noona (M): 03: Wednesday

Word Count: 8,457

Pairings: Jin x OC

Genre: Friends / Fluff / Smut / Humor

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

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03: Wednesday

She felt it again. A buzz.

Sooyeon kept her eyes closed and felt around for her phone. She hit hard plastic with her nails, the familiar sound indicating she had found it. It buzzed in her hands as if to confirm. She rolled from her stomach onto her back and peeked at her phone with one eye.

Hana was calling.

Sooyeon answered.

“Hello?” she asked sleepily, closing her eyes again.

“Just read your text from last night. I’m glad things are OK.”

“Me too.”

“Did I wake you? You sound sleepy.”

“No,” Sooyeon lied. “What’s up?”

“What do you mean, ‘What’s up’? That storm!”

“I know, right? It was crazy.”

“Was? Sooyeon, it’s still coming down. Do you not see this?”

Sooyeon opened her eyes and turned to her left to look out her window, except there was no window. Instead, there was a door. And on the other side of the door was the rest of this weird alternate universe where she was staying in the spare room of a log cabin in the middle of nowhere with global K-pop sensations, BTS.

She bolted upright, looking around the room that wasn’t her room, at the bed that wasn’t her bed, at the pajamas that weren’t her pajamas but were Hoseok’s pajamas, and wait, what was she doing wearing Hoseok’s pajamas, and how did she know they were Hoseok’s anyway?

“Hello?” Hana asked. “Did I lose you?”

“I’m here ,” Sooyeon replied, less of a confirmation for Hana, and more of an affirmation of Sooyeon’s current reality.

“Is everything OK?” Hana asked.

“Mmhmm,” Sooyeon replied, starting to regret answering the call, and even sending a text to Hana at all.

“Are you sure?” Hana asked. “Because you sound weird. You’re freaking me out so much that I’d come over if we weren’t all snowed in like this.”

Sooyeon’s heart stopped. They were snowed in?

She hopped out of bed, ran to the small window on the far wall, and opened the plantation shutters. There was so much snow that she couldn’t tell the difference between the ground and the sky.

“Did the storm keep you up all night?” Hana asked. “You sound, like, disoriented or something?”

Sooyeon was indeed disoriented. She was struggling to process everything. They were snowed in. She was in Hoseok’s pajamas. Oh wow, right, Hoseok. The hungry look in his eyes. And oh god, Namjoon too. And hang on, didn’t she fall asleep in the living room? How did she get upstairs?

She couldn’t think of it all at once without somehow spilling everything to Hana, and Sooyeon didn’t want to do that yet. She had to get out of this conversation somehow.

“Hey Hana, can I call you back? I’m still…” Sooyeon trailed off, trying to figure out what to say.

“I knew it. I did wake you,” Hana replied. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah,” Sooyeon agreed.

“Well, call or text later if you want,” Hana said. “I think we’re going to be stuck like this for a while.”

Sooyeon felt a knot forming in her stomach.

The guys were downstairs, having cereal at the kitchen table. They had stayed up all night talking about Hoseok’s hook-up with Sooyeon, and everyone was completely absorbed in the story.

“The way she leaned back against the glass and gripped the top of the stall,” Hoseok went on, miming as he went. “Incredible. And then, she rode me, squeezing her thighs around my torso, and I just did my best to keep up. It was amazing.”

“Damn,” Yoongi sighed. “She really knows what she’s doing.”

Just then, Sooyeon bounded down the steps and ran into the living room.

The group watched her run, calling out to greet her good morning, but Sooyeon made a beeline for the bay windows, throwing open the drapes. There was so much snow that she couldn’t see the mountains or the lake in the distance, and she could only barely make out the trees lining the border of the property.

The guys exchanged confused looks.

Sooyeon checked her phone for news about the storm, reading about the record-breaking temperature and snowfall.

“Fifty centimeters!” Sooyeon cried.

Taehyung looked at Namjoon and Hoseok. “Which one of you is she talking about?” Taehyung asked.

Namjoon smirked and choked on his cereal. Hoseok smiled and slapped Taehyung’s back. The guys stifled their laughs as best as they could.

Sooyeon, oblivious to all of this, joined them in the kitchen. “Do you understand what’s going on? We’re completely snowed in,” she replied. “As in we cannot leave this cabin. At all.”

Worried, the guys started checking their phones. Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi each had missed calls from Manager Sejin within the last three minutes. Hoseok had just missed his call.

“He’s making the rounds,” Namjoon announced.

Jimin’s phone lit up with Sejin’s number, and he answered right away.

“Manager Sejin, just one moment,” Jimin said, setting his phone on speaker and placing it in the middle of the table.

“Hello? Jimin-ah?” Sejin asked.

“Good morning,” Jimin responded. “We’re sorry we just missed your other calls. We’re all here.” Everyone chimed in with their collective greetings.

“Good morning, guys,” Sejin replied. “Is everything OK?”

“Yes, we’re all OK,” Jimin replied, scanning the group to check.

“Sooyeon-noona stayed the night, right?” Sejin asked.

“Uh, yes,” Sooyeon squeaked.

“Good,” Sejin replied. “Sooyeon, you might have gotten stranded if you had driven home.”

Sooyeon suddenly realized that her car was parked outside, probably buried under all the snow. She forced herself to stop calculating how much damage might have been done to it.

“Is the team OK?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes, the crew, managers, and I are all safe and sound,” Sejin replied. “We wanted to check in on you all. We haven’t quite ironed out what to do next, but you all should stay comfortable for the time being.”

Something about the way Sejin phrased that made Sooyeon’s stomach twist, the same way she felt after talking to Hana.

How long was Sooyeon going to be stuck here?

The rest of the morning felt exhausting. The guys were drained not only from staying up all night, but also because they were trying to busy themselves while anxiously waiting to hear back from Sejin and their management team.

Yoongi went to his room to do some work. Hoseok went to the front room to call and update his sister on what was going on. Taehyung eventually fell asleep on the couch, his head in Namjoon’s lap. Namjoon was careful not to wake him as he typed feverishly on his phone, messaging back and forth with various managers, including the team back in Korea, reassuring them that they were fine. Jimin, Jungkook, and Jin were huddled together, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. They were glued to the TV, taking in the news about the storm. Every channel said something about the record-breaking temperatures, wind, snowfall, and shortage of salt trucks. The city had essentially ground to a halt.

Sooyeon was lying on her stomach in the bed in the spare room, which was, she realized, technically her room for now.

She was texting with Martha, who was giving her some notes and instructions: There should be plenty of food for all of you in case this lasts a few days, but I’m worried about the electricity. Parts of the city have already lost power.

Sooyeon asked: Is there a backup generator somewhere?

Martha responded: Yes, there’s one in the attic. You’ll need help bringing it down. It’s heavy. You’ll find the manual transfer switch along the back porch.

Martha texted again: Also, there should also be a firewood hutch in the shed in the backyard, just in case.

Sooyeon responded: Thanks, Martha. I’ll reach out if we need anything.

She sighed and set her phone down. Sooyeon wasn’t sure how the guys were reacting to the news.

She sat up and felt Hoseok’s pajama top against her skin, the new pair of boxers against her hips. It wasn’t that the clothes were uncomfortable. The thing that spooked her was that she felt too comfortable. Sooyeon wasn’t really someone who shared clothes or personal belongings. This almost felt more intimate than having sex.

She looked around the room, noticing the stack of clothes on the dresser.

She got up from the bed, walked over to the dresser, and inspected them. They were her clothes, but they were folded neatly. She smelled them. They smelled like laundry soap.

They smelled like Jungkook.

Sooyeon remembered most of the night clearly. She definitely remembered the shower, with Hoseok, and thinking about it got her a little excited. But she was missing bits and pieces of last night. She didn’t feel unsafe, violated, or regretful in any way. Quite the contrary. Sooyeon was enjoying these stolen moments. She just was, and always had been, a little uncomfortable with losing control. She had let herself go in the most primal sense with both Namjoon and Hoseok already. She didn’t want to cause any trouble. Especially now that they were stuck in the same house.

Sooyeon changed back into her clothes and headed downstairs to join the group. Jungkook had left to play games on his laptop in his room. Jimin, Jin, and Namjoon were still quietly watching the news. Hoseok had joined them. Taehyung was still sleeping soundly in Namjoon’s lap.

She realized that they were all still in their pajamas or sweats. Despite only wearing a sweater and some jeans, Sooyeon awkwardly felt overdressed.

“You guys OK?” she asked everyone as she approached the couch.

“I think the kids are a little afraid,” Jin said, speaking to Sooyeon in his “fellow elder” voice. Sooyeon smiled at this. It was like Jin was playing house with her whenever he did this.

“Don’t be afraid,” she replied, trying to be serious. “This shouldn’t last that long.”

“They showed scenes of people being stuck in their cars overnight,” Hoseok said. “I can’t imagine how scary that might have been.”

Jimin whirled around, his eyes full of concern. “That could have been you. I’d hate to imagine it.”

He took Sooyeon’s hand in his, intertwined their fingers, and turned back to the TV, resting their hands on his chest.

They all huddled together and watched the news for a little while longer, Taehyung eventually waking up and joining in.

The day stretched on like that, somehow equal parts lazy and tense. They tried to take their mind off of the storm by watching a couple of movies that they were trying to choose from the night before, making some popcorn and chatting throughout. Jin eventually retreated into his room to play video games with Jungkook. Yoongi emerged from his room once for some food and water. At one point, Sejin called, but all he said was that they had obviously postponed filming and were monitoring the storm.

Hoseok, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin, and Sooyeon were lying around in the living room, sometimes commenting on whatever was on TV, and sometimes immersed in their phones or laptops.

Sooyeon was staring at Hana’s texts from last night and thinking about their conversation from that morning. She wasn’t sure how to tell her where she was. Though she knew that Hana was simply expressing concern for her, Sooyeon also didn’t want to begin to try to think through how she might explain the events of the past couple of days.

She began to type: I’m OK but kind of drained. Call you tomorrow?

Hana texted back some hearts.

Sooyeon had just bought herself another day, maybe two, before Hana would call her out on avoiding her.

"I'm really, really bored," Hoseok replied, getting antsy and setting his phone down. He started to wander the ground floor of the house, calling back to the group about random things that he hadn't seen before. Artwork on the wall. Little sculptures in the corners of the walls. The stairway to the attic. An old grandfather clock in the hall.

"I'm getting bored too," Jimin complained. "Noona, can I braid your hair?"

"Sure," Sooyeon laughed.

Jimin excitedly skittered over to her, sitting cross-legged behind her and pulling her back towards him, grabbing her at the waist. She giggled, and he ran his fingers through her long hair.

Taehyung moved over to Sooyeon and Jimin, flopping down, spread eagle on the floor, propping his head up with his hands.

"So shiny," Jimin commented, still combing through Sooyeon's hair. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. She always got compliments on her hair. And she loved the feeling of someone playing with her hair. Didn't everyone?

“You look relaxed,” Taehyung observed.

“I am,” Sooyeon sighed. “Surprisingly so.”

"What do you do when you get bored?" Taehyung asked.

"I guess I don't really get bored," Sooyeon realized, opening her eyes. "I work a lot."

"You don't even have time to get bored?" Taehyung commented.

"Maybe you should change that," Namjoon replied, giving her a teasing smile.

Sooyeon grinned. Namjoon was her ever-present partner in feeling the weight of obligation. "Maybe I slowly am," she teased. “Maybe you’re helping me.”

Namjoon laughed and averted his gaze. Jimin and Taehyung shared a mischievous look.

Jungkook scurried down the stairs and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Guys, there's an old writing desk in this front hall!" Hoseok exclaimed from somewhere else in the house. "There's an ink jar and a feather-pen-thing!"

"A quill!" Namjoon called back to him.

“A quill,” Hoseok repeated. “That’s right.”

After he finished brushing it out, Jimin began to braid Sooyeon’s hair. He made impressively quick work of it, too. After just a few minutes, Jimin held the end of the braid in his fingers and leaned back to check out his handiwork.

He clicked his tongue. "Ah, it's not straight," Jimin complained.

Jungkook scurried back into the living room, now carrying bags of chips and a six-pack of soda for him and Jin. Sooyeon caught his eye, and he slowed to a stop. She was shaking her pretty hair loose, and Jimin was rubbing her shoulders.

“Oh, clothes,” Jungkook replied.

The group looked at him, confused.

Only Sooyeon knew what he meant. “You were the one who washed and folded them for me?” she asked.

Jungkook grinned but looked at the floor.

“Jungkookie was doting on you last night,” Namjoon cooed. “He said that you must have been really tired because you fell asleep so quickly. It was cute, the way he carried you to your room.”

So that was how she got upstairs, Sooyeon realized.

“You carried me?” she asked Jungkook. No one had carried her since infancy.

“He even cradled your head against his cheek so that your head wouldn’t flop around,” Jin said, miming it.

Jimin smiled. “Our considerate maknae. So cute.”

“After I tucked you in, I saw your clothes, so I just threw them in with mine,” Jungkook explained, still balancing all of his snacks. He finally mustered enough courage to look up at her. “I hope that was OK?”

Sooyeon’s heart was about to explode. He not only carried her upstairs to sleep comfortably, but he actually had the audacity to tuck her in and do her laundry. It was such a sweet gesture that Sooyeon almost felt overwhelmed. She blushed a little at the thought of her clothes -- her bra, her panties -- being washed with Jungkook’s. She watched as Jungkook’s brow started to rise with concern.

“Noona?” Jungkook asked. “Are you OK? You’re staring.”

“Sorry,” Sooyeon said, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “Thank you. That was so thoughtful of you. Hope I wasn’t too much trouble.”

Jungkook smiled. “No problem.” He chuckled and couldn’t help himself from adding, “You were so cute. You even wriggled a little in my arms to get comfortable.” He mimed the way she had settled into his arms. “And you snore.”

“No I don’t,” Sooyeon said, blushing feverishly red.

“Yes you do,” Namjoon and Jungkook said together. They exchanged glances, and it was Jungkook’s turn to blush. The rest of the guys stifled their laughter.

Sooyeon looked at Namjoon, who shrugged slightly.

So, they had been talking about her, Sooyeon surmised. She had guessed as much. And, surprisingly, if she was being honest, it kind of turned her on.

She fought the smile spreading across her face.

"Hey, guys," Hoseok replied, returning to the living room with the quill tucked behind his ear. “I found a deck of cards in a random closet!”

Jungkook took this moment to escape, but not before smiling at Sooyeon as he dashed back up the stairs.

“What should we play?” Taehyung asked, as he, Namjoon, Jimin, Sooyeon, and Hoseok gathered around the coffee table in the center of the living room.

“Mighty?” Namjoon proposed.

“I haven’t played that since I was a kid,” Sooyeon lamented, as the others playfully teased her.

“What about Go Fish?” Jimin asked.

“Halsey taught us during Boy with Luv,” Hoseok explained, shuffling the cards.

Sooyeon nodded, feeling out of touch, acting impressed, and pretending to know what a Halsey and a Boy with Luv were.

“Let’s play poker,” Namjoon replied. “I want to practice.”

“Fine with me,” Hoseok replied, dealing the cards.

Hoseok set up for Texas Hold ‘Em, and the group started to piece together vague rules that they knew of. After a bit of argument, they decided to search online for a rule list and an explanation of the hands to get them started.

“Are we betting on anything?” Jimin asked. “This game isn’t fun if you don’t bet on things.”

“Let’s bet finger flicks and slaps,” Hoseok said, re-dealing the cards properly this time. “Finger flicks are lower stakes. Slaps are higher.”

“I’m sorry, slaps?” Sooyeon clarified. “Like across the face?”

“Like across your ass,” Hoseok said, shooting her a meaningful and playful look as everyone laughed.

Sooyeon was really getting off on the attention.

She fought a smile and looked at her cards: the ten of clubs and the seven of hearts. This was going to be a poor hand, so she folded. So did Namjoon.

“I’ll bet two finger flicks on the wrist,” Taehyung replied.

“Call,” Jimin said.

Hoseok burned a card. The flop showed the ten of diamonds, the seven of diamonds, and the three of spades. Sooyeon felt better about her decision to fold. That still only meant two pair for her.

“I bet two more finger flicks on the wrist,” Taehyung said.

“Call,” Jimin replied.

“You guys are getting off to a really competitive start,” Namjoon observed.

“I have an awesome hand,” Taehyung replied honestly, making everyone laugh.

“Haven’t you heard the term ‘poker face’ before?” Hoseok asked.

“I don’t think so,” Taehyung admitted sincerely.

“Well, I’m telling you now that you have a terrible one,” Hoseok responded.

“Well, I’m telling you now that I have an awesome hand,” Taehyung repeated, making everyone laugh again.

The turn was the five of diamonds.

“Two more finger flicks,” Taehyung replied.

“I see your finger flicks, and I raise you a slap,” Jimin said, devilishly.

Taehyung shrugged. “Call.”

Hoseok, Sooyeon, and Namjoon oohed at the excitement, and Taehyung’s resistance to pressure.

Hoseok burned a card. The river was the ace of spades.

“A-ha! I win!” Jimin exclaimed. He threw down his cards. The ace of clubs and the two of spades.

"You just have a pair of aces,” Hoseok observed.

“That’s the highest one, though, right?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah,” Taehyung lamented. “I just have all the same shape and color.” He showed his cards: the four of diamonds, and the three of diamonds. “I bet that doesn’t even mean anything.”

“Taehyung!” Sooyeon laughed. “That’s the better hand! It’s a flush!”

Jimin angrily protested, making everybody laugh. Taehyung brightened, counting up the ten finger flicks and two slaps that he had tricked Jimin into receiving. Jimin started to run around, but eventually, Taehyung got a hold of him somewhere around the front room. The rest of the group heard some loud smacks, some laughter, and some yelps before Jimin and Taehyung reappeared, Jimin holding his butt in defeat.

As the game continued, the rest of the group started joining them. Yoongi came downstairs, bothered by all the noise at first, but eager to join the game once he saw what they were playing. Jin and Jungkook joined too, Jin deciding to be dealt in, while Jungkook just watched.

Jin and Namjoon were the clear standouts at first, but Namjoon had started to take a dive. Jungkook kept accidentally reading out people’s hands while asking questions about the game. When Jimin won his first hand, Yoongi actually got a bottle of wine and poured celebratory drinks for everyone.

Soon, the group started to grow hungry. They wanted to play on, but they started to argue over who would cover the cooking for the evening.

“Let’s make this the championship round, then. Losers have to cook,” Namjoon replied, his turn to deal the cards.

“Is cooking really a punishment?” Taehyung asked.

“You’re right,” Jungkook laughed. “When you cook, the eating part is the actual punishment.”

Taehyung started to complain, but Jimin calmed him down by stroking Taehyung’s hair.

“It’s a fair point,” Namjoon replied, which made Taeyhung frown. “What I mean is that many of you actually enjoy cooking,” Namjoon clarified. “It isn’t necessarily a punishment.”

“Just because we like cooking doesn’t mean it’s not work,” Yoongi reasoned.

“C’mon, guys. I’m already hungry, and I’d rather just settle it now,” Hoseok replied.

Namjoon showed the flop: ten of spades, jack of spades, and ten of hearts.

Sooyeon, Yoongi, and Jin were the last three standing.

Sooyeon had a good feeling about her cards. She had the ace of spades and the king of spades. All she needed was another spade for a flush, or the queen of spades for a royal flush.

“I’m game,” Sooyeon replied.

“Me too,” Yoongi said, looking from Sooyeon to Jin. “What about you, hyung?”

“Count me in,” Jin answered.

Namjoon drew a breath and burned a card. Now the turn: seven of diamonds.

“Whoever loses, cooks. Right?” Yoongi asked.

“Right,” Namjoon replied.

“I want to raise,” Yoongi replied.

“To what?” Jimin asked, absent-mindedly rubbing his butt.

“Losers also have to clean,” Yoongi said, making things interesting.

“He’s either got a great hand, or a really bad hand, and he’s doubling down on the bluff,” Jin replied, squinting his eyes at Yoongi.

Sooyeon smirked. Yoongi smiled his adorable gummy smile.

Jin looked back at his hand. He set the cards face-down on the table. “Call,” he replied.

“Call,” Sooyeon said, feeling a buzz of excitement.

“OK,” Namjoon said, getting energized. He drew a breath and then showed the river: queen of clubs.

Sooyeon sank. “I fold,” Sooyeon lamented, setting her cards down and revealing her worthless hand.

“Yes!” Yoongi exclaimed. “Full house!” He threw his cards out. There was the queen of spades that Sooyeon was waiting for, plus the queen of diamonds.

Everyone looked at Jin, excitedly. He looked at everybody seriously. Then, he squeezed his eyes tight and slammed his hand down on the table. “I fold!” he exclaimed, defeated.

The group cheered, Yoongi feeling particularly thrilled that he won so handily. He started to run around the house for a victory lap, with Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin following behind him.

Sooyeon turned back to Jin, and Jin just shrugged. She looked down at Jin’s hand on the coffee table and noticed that it was still covering his cards.

“What did you get, anyway?” Sooyeon asked.

Jin smirked. He paused before he turned his cards over: the eight and nine of spades.

“You would have won with a straight flush!” Sooyeon replied. “Why did you fold?”

Jin tossed his cards into the pile, hiding them amongst the others.

“I wanted to cook with you,” he said sweetly.

Sooyeon blushed. “Well, I can’t cook,” she mumbled.

“Don’t worry. I can,” Jin said, standing up and holding his hand out to her to help her up.

They walked to the kitchen, and Jin rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands in the sink. Sooyeon looked at his long forearms.

Sooyeon began to roll up her sleeves, too. Jin stifled a laugh, finding her adorable.

“What are we going to be making?” Sooyeon asked.

“Let’s see what we have,” Jin replied, drying his hands and heading over to the pantry.

Jin opened the door and walked inside. Sooyeon leaned against the doorway. He flipped a light switch, and Sooyeon exclaimed in surprise at the size of the pantry. She was expecting just a few shelves of ingredients, but the pantry was actually the size of a small bedroom. The groceries that they had bought were stacked neatly on the restaurant-grade shelves.

Jin walked to the far wall toward another, smaller door. Sooyeon wondered where it led.

She followed Jin and saw that the door led downstairs to a wine cellar that she had no idea existed until that moment. The cellar was dimly lit by a couple of windows near the top. In the bit of sunlight that was streaming in, and the light coming down from the pantry, Sooyeon could see that the cellar had a simple, wooden staircase leading down to a small room with stone walls and a stone floor. There were five wine racks in all, each about six feet tall, eight feet long, and a foot deep, all of them filled with dusty wine bottles, cross-crossing each other in a cool design. The wine rack closest to the stairs was missing five or six bottles.

“Yes!” Jin exclaimed, hidden in one of the back corners. “What is it?” Sooyeon asked.

Jin stepped into sight, holding up two full-length aprons, one baby pink and decorated (or, perhaps, over-decorated) with lace, and the other, black and simple.

“We can’t start the job without the proper uniform,” Jin said, making Sooyeon laugh.

After they investigated the ingredients in the pantry, Jin and Sooyeon stood shoulder-to-shoulder at the kitchen island, Jin in the pink, frilly apron, and Sooyeon in the black apron. Sooyeon warned that she was a terrible cook, but Jin had given her the ingredients that she would be working with, plus simple instructions to follow to help him prepare the dish.

“That apron,” Sooyeon chuckled, peeling the last of her assigned pile of potatoes.

“Do you know how hard it is to find a shade of pink that perfectly complements my skin tone?” Jin said with a completely straight face.

Before Sooyeon could retort, Jin replied, “Trick question. It’s not hard at all because I’m so handsome.”

“I had no idea,” Sooyeon replied sarcastically.

“I don’t like this attitude that I’m getting from you,” Jin muttered. “I want Mrs. Cho.”

Sooyeon cackled.

Jin loved making people laugh, but he especially enjoyed Sooyeon’s laugh. It felt warm and generous. She laughed easily, and she would even laugh at things that weren’t necessarily funny. But even if she was just laughing to be polite, Jin could feel that Sooyeon sincerely wanted to make people feel good.

Sooyeon found that every encounter with each of the guys was absolutely different from how she imagined they would be. At first, Sooyeon thought Jin was loud and extra. But when he was one-on-one with people, like now, he toned himself way down. At times, he even seemed introverted.

“Dakbokkeumtang is going to be perfect for a day like this,” Jin said, setting the bowl of potatoes that Sooyeon peeled next to the stove.

“What’s next?” Sooyeon asked, as Jin returned to the kitchen island. She watched as he wiped down both of their cutting boards and set empty bowls to the side, resetting their stations.

“It’s best if I do the onions,” Jin replied, switching sides with Sooyeon.

“And why is that?” Sooyeon asked, as Jin strongarmed her to the other side.

“Because I don’t think I could stand to see you cry,” Jin said, making Sooyeon roll her eyes and smile. Jin also seemed to have a soft spot for aegyo. It suited him well.

Jin smiled at her. “You can cut the carrots,” he said.

“Show me how,” Sooyeon said.

He took his knife, wiped it expertly on his apron, and swiftly chopped a carrot in a few, fluid motions.

Sooyeon was not expecting this sudden display of skill.

Jin watched as Sooyeon tried to reproduce Jin’s work, failing terribly. He looked around the kitchen dramatically. He pretended to hide her poorly cut carrots by mixing them in with the ones he had just cut. “It’s OK, no one saw,” he joked.

“Y'know, you’re acting all high and mighty, but I heard Yoongi makes a mean steak,” Sooyeon shot back, awkwardly cutting more carrots. “So who’s better? You or Yoongi?”

"Yoongi-ah is a good cook,” Jin admitted, peeling an onion. “But there’s a difference between a cook and a chef.”

“And what is that difference?” Sooyeon asked, as Jin started cutting.

“A chef knows where the aprons are,” Jin replied, smiling. He diced another onion in almost no time. He tipped the cutting board toward his bowl, the onion pieces easily gliding into the bowl without spilling.

She looked back up at Jin. Tears were streaming down his face from cutting the onions. He pretended to sob.

Sooyeon chuckled. She liked that whether quiet or loud, Jin never missed an opportunity to be a complete ham.

Once dinner was ready, everyone else started appearing out of the woodwork without having to be called. It was like they had a sense of each other, and they knew that Jin was done cooking. This was true for everyone except Yoongi, who Namjoon had to go rouse from his nap.

“Dakbokkeumtang!” Yoongi cheered, scratching his stomach as he and Namjoon joined the rest of the group at the kitchen table. His eyes fell on Sooyeon and Jin. “Oh! Where did you find those aprons?” he asked them. “I was looking for them the other day.”

Jin looked at Sooyeon knowingly. Jin’s confident, “I-told-you-so” smile sent a wave of giddiness through Sooyeon’s body.

The group ate and drank heartily, just like they had done the previous night. Sooyeon found it cute that they fed each other from their own plates, even when they were all eating the same thing. Every now and then, Sooyeon felt a pair of eyes watching her, and she would look across the table at Jin, who was looking at her with a soft, satisfied smile. He’d wink when their eyes met, making Sooyeon embarrassed and look at someone else. When she’d muster enough courage to look back, he was always still there, just gazing.

Sooyeon wondered to herself if Jin had been doing this all week. How many stolen glances like this had she missed out on? The thought made her heart dance.

After dinner, the group left Jin and Sooyeon to clean up while they relaxed in the living room. Eventually, the group straggled up the stairs, sleepy from the meal and the wine.

Sooyeon and Jin were quietly finishing up the dishes, with Sooyeon washing and Jin drying.

She handed Jin a plate, and Jin wiped it carefully with a cloth before setting it in the dishwasher rack to dry. Sooyeon always wondered why Asian households did this, but she kind of liked these random traditions.

Sooyeon handed Jin the last plate, and Jin wiped it dry as Sooyeon washed her hands. She dried them on the apron and turned to Jin, who was closing the dishwasher door.

“Well, thanks for cooking,” Sooyeon replied sleepily. “I’m so full. And I had a lot of fun.”

“It was my pleasure,” Jin replied, as he undid his apron and set it on the counter. Suddenly, his hands were at her waist, but not grabbing for her. He looped his finger around the belt of her apron and ran his finger along the cloth. She looked up at him, confused about what he was trying to do. He tugged on the belt with his finger and gestured with his other hand for her to turn around. Sooyeon turned around, facing away from him.

Jin technically wasn’t touching her. All she could feel were the apron strings against her body shifting and starting to slack, as Jin untied the knot behind her back. She still couldn’t actually feel his hands as he moved her hair out of the way and pulled the neck loop up and over.

It was almost as if Jin was deliberately not making contact with her skin, and it was driving her insane.

He carefully removed the apron from her, not touching her once. She turned around to face him, and he folded the apron neatly, draping it over his arm. She exhaled slowly before turning to face him.

“Is there anything else that we have to do?” she asked.

“Just have to put these back in the wine cellar,” Jin answered innocuously.

Sooyeon couldn’t quite remember how long it took for them to get to the wine cellar. It must have only been mere moments because at that moment, she was pressing her palms against the stone wall of the wine cellar as she kissed Jin, pinning him against the wall with her body.

“You taste like my dakbokkeumtang,” Jin whispered, making her giggle. “Mmm, dakbokkeumtang-noona.”

Sooyeon was getting sweaty from all the heat, and the laughter wasn’t helping. She brushed her hair back, letting her long, soft waves fall and resettle. Jin watched her fondly, the moonlight shining through one of the small, thin windows on the side wall. Jin combed his fingers through her hair and whispered to her, “dakbokkeumtang-noona” and “my delicious noona”, over and over again. They looked into each others’ eyes, smiling and playfully nipping at each other.

They settled back into a deep, passionate, long kiss. Jin’s strong hands kept playing with Sooyeon’s hair, even massaging her scalp, making her moan a little. Sooyeon knew Jin was enjoying himself too. She could feel his bulge hardening against her already wet pussy.

“I’ve wanted to do this with you since I saw you last night, just after you showered,” Jin whispered, right into her ear.

“Yeah?” Sooyeon asked, breathless.

“You have no idea how crazy that made me,” Jin whispered, slowly removing Sooyeon’s sweater, just like he had done with her apron.

“How crazy?” Sooyeon asked him, kissing him on the cheek and nibbling his ear, which made him groan.

He took Sooyeon’s hand and placed it on his cock. “This crazy.”

Sooyeon stroked his cock through his pants, making him kiss her harder. He pulled away and pulled his shirt off, revealing his broad shoulders, mirror image pecs, and tight abs.

Sooyeon gazed at his body, running her hands over his chest.

Jin unzipped Sooyeon’s pants. She wriggled a little to let her pants fall to the floor. Jin smiled softly upon seeing her in nothing but her bra and panties. He ran his hands all over her, eventually settling back on her hips and pulling him closer to her. With his finger, he traced Sooyeon’s bra strap over the slope of her shoulder, careful not to graze her skin, starving her of touch again.

“Stop playing with me,” Sooyeon pleaded.

“You tortured me first,” Jin said, sounding slighted.

Sooyeon sighed as he hooked his finger under the strap, finally making contact with her skin, and making Sooyeon’s eyes shut. Jin teasingly pulled the strap down, the loop grazing her upper arm.

“I had to imagine you in that bathroom, what you must’ve been like just minutes before,” he went on, pulling her other bra strap down in the same manner.

“I wondered what you looked like, what you smelled like,” Jin continued, unhooking the clasp of Sooyeon’s bra and pulling it off completely. He leaned down and started kissing and licking her breasts, fondling them in his hands and taking his time.

She sighed, leaning into him and kissing the top of his head.

“I got in the shower and ran my hands across the glass to find a trace of you,” he said, kissing her lips. “And I touched myself at the thought of you naked and wet.”

“Show me how,” Sooyeon repeated.

Jin unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He was fully upright, dragging precum from the zipper of his pants as he stroked his shaft and ran his palm over the head.

“Fuck,” she whispered, watching him as he stroked his cock, his eyes fixated on hers. Even his expression turned her on, the slight furrowed brow and confident, closed-lipped smile.

He slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing her thighs before touching the lips of her pussy.

“So, so wet,” Jin whispered, making her shiver.

Without warning, Jin dropped to his knees and started kissing her thighs, eventually licking her pussy so good that she moaned without inhibition. All of their whispering didn’t matter anyway. No one else would be able to hear them from the cellar.

“Jin,” Sooyeon whined, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

“Ooh, say my name again,” he said from between her legs, making her laugh again.

“Jin,” she repeated, half-moaning.

He brought his hand up, sticking a finger in her pussy as he licked, and making Sooyeon swirl her hips. Then, another finger. And another. Jin was slowly opening her up, getting her ready.

Sooyeon was teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm, a mix of the tension of wanting to keep going, but her body starting to surrender.

Jin stood up and nudged her over to the closest wine rack, bending her over so that he could fuck her. He carefully inserted himself into her. It felt even better than he imagined, and even better than she expected. Sooyeon didn’t think she could feel pleasure like this, being doted on and teased, but Jin knew how to manipulate her body so well. She had spent all day watching him play cards and cook. Sooyeon realized that she should’ve known how good he would be with his hands.

It only took a few thrusts before Sooyeon was coming, grasping onto the iron rods of the wine rack to have something to stabilize her. The glass bottles rattled as she shook.

Jin massaged her breasts, which awakened something else inside of her. “Come for me again,” Jin whispered, his lips grazing her ear as he thrusted. “You look so hot when you do.”

Sooyeon nearly came again at Jin's command, but she took a deep breath and pulled away from him, sliding herself forward so that just the tip of Jin’s cock was grazing her pussy lips. Sooyeon wanted this to last for as long as it could. For Jin, this was agonizingly slow, in the best way possible.

Jin was panting, loving the feeling of Sooyeon circled slowly around him, cool air rushing between them. Then, she started to take more and more of him into her. It felt like hours were passing. Her pussy gripped him tighter with every move.

“Fuck,” Jin said again, a little louder. “Fuck!”

Sooyeon started moving faster, and Jin’s head rolled back, his grip on her breasts becoming almost unbearably hard. She felt his lower body tense, and she knew he was close, letting her know that she could let go too.

They came one after the other, though Sooyeon wasn’t sure whose orgasm was whose at this point. Everything just felt good.

They collapsed backwards onto the floor, Jin landing on his butt and Sooyeon falling on top of him. She sat in his lap, leaning back against his chest as he propped himself up on the wall.

“Hey,” Jin breathed, reaching for something.

Sooyeon sleepily watched as his arm extended out to something just off to their side.

Suddenly, the bottle of wine from dinner appeared in front of her face, and she started laughing. Jin chuckled weakly, feeling completely spent.

Sooyeon grabbed the neck of the bottle and looked back at him. He tilted the bottom of the bottle for her to take a drink. She placed the mouth of the bottle against her lips, and she licked it seductively, making Jin laugh and groan. She giggled and threw her head back to take a swig of wine. She let go of the bottle, and Jin started to drink the rest of the wine. A bit spilled out of the corner of Jin’s mouth, and Sooyeon reached up to lick it from his lips. He swallowed his last gulp before setting the bottle down and opening his mouth to kiss Sooyeon.

Sooyeon took a long, deep, and full breath. “Damn,” she sighed, her body going limp.

They sat in silence, their hands intertwining, and Jin softly grazing his lips against Sooyeon’s temple. The silence started to feel pensive.

“What are you thinking about?” Sooyeon asked, leaning against Jin.

“I’m wondering how long until we do that again,” Jin answered, and they collapsed into each other, laughing and kissing, getting revved up for round two.

Jin and Sooyeon lazily ambled up the stairs, both of them leaning on each other as they walked, drunk off of wine and passion.

Sooyeon turned to go to her room and was surprised that Jin was following. She looked at him. “I’m sorry, did you want something else?” she asked him.

“Just walking you home, like the gentleman that I am,” Jin replied.

Sooyeon laughed softly. Jin leaned over her, pressing his body against hers, and forcing her body up against the door frame. He went in for another kiss. Sooyeon started getting heated again, but eventually, Jin pulled away.

“Goodnight,” he whispered. Sooyeon smiled.

Jin kissed Sooyeon on the cheek, and then he headed back to his and Jungkook’s room.

Feeling more than ready for bed, Sooyeon went into her room and closed the door behind her. She noticed that Jungkook had washed more pajamas for her to use. They were neatly folded on the dresser. She didn’t care whose they were anymore.

She changed out of her clothes, which were still clean, save for some dust from the wine cellar and the faint smell of gochujang.

She folded them neatly, standing there in her bra and panties. She undid her bra and set it aside. Her panties still felt wet.

Her mind flashed to Jin and how he had so expertly held her. She thought of Hoseok and his fervor. She thought of Namjoon and his eagerness.

She ran a hand over her body.

Still in a daze, and feeling ramped up by Jin’s last kiss, she climbed into bed, foregoing the pajamas. The cool sheets felt good on her bare skin.

Namjoon fucked like a leader, Sooyeon thought. He had a tentative, curious nature at first, feeling everything out. Then, when Sooyeon let him in, he seized on the opportunity. He guided her, assertive enough for her not to question each move he was going to make, yet considerate in that whatever he did was always the exact thing she hoped he would do.

Hoseok was pure energy. He lived in his body. Sooyeon lived in her mind. She was always caged. He was more animalistic, and he had brought out a similar side of her. With him, she really felt everything, sensations heightened by the notion of getting caught doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing.

Sooyeon’s hand had found its way to her pussy, and she realized she was stroking it with more and more urgency as she thought about the guys.

Jin’s last kiss had left her aching, like some cruel joke. She replayed those last moments in the wine cellar. Every stroke, every graze, and every movement was teasing. Playful. Precious. Like how anyone would want their first time to be. The perfect blend of hot and sweet, like the warm wine they sipped on afterwards.

Sooyeon’s heart was racing. She fondled her left breast as she rubbed her pussy, swirling her finger mesmerizingly around her clit.

She wondered about Jimin and his soft lips, his hands in her hair. She imagined Taehyung’s strong jawline and neck. She thought about Yoongi’s silhouette in the alley behind the restaurant. His wild eyes.

What had he said?

Tastes good.

Feels even better.

Sooyeon was starting to shudder now, raising her arm to brace against the headboard and biting her upper arm and running her lips across the moist skin.

And Jungkook. The thought of being carried in his arms. Nuzzling into him.

She came hard. It was the kind of time-bending, disorienting orgasm that had Sooyeon questioning if she was making any noise or otherwise giving herself away.

Sooyeon started to doze off, feeling warm and incredibly satisfied. As she fell asleep, she wondered what the guys thought of her. She hadn’t been touched like this in so long. She was a bit out of practice. But they certainly seemed to be enjoying this… whatever it was. How long would it last?

Unbeknownst to her, the guys were wondering the same thing.

Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok were sitting on Jungkook’s bed. Namjoon was leaning against the wall. Yoongi was sitting on the floor in the space between Jungkook and Jin’s bed. Jungkook was sitting at the foot of Jin’s bed. They were staring expectantly up at Jin, who had, just a few moments ago, entered the room and closed the door behind him. He was still standing by the door, contemplating if he should just leave.

“Spill,” Hoseok replied.

“I’m so tired,” Jin answered.

“But why are you so tired?” Jimin teased.

“Because it’s nearly three in the morning!” Jin whined, getting desperate. "And we didn't sleep last night!"

“We know!” Taehyung complained. “We’re all tired, too! The faster you spill the details, the sooner we can all go to bed!”

“Yeah, you’re making this more complicated than it needs to be,” Jimin replied matter-of-factly.

“W-What?” Jin sputtered, looking around the room. “That doesn’t even make sense!”

Jin turned to Namjoon, easily the best bet for the most level-headed thinker in the room. “Namjoon-ah, please, help me out here."

“Yeah, I’m starting to see why you guys were so eager to hear about my night with her,” Namjoon replied, crossing his arms. “These stories are awesome. Spill.”

“I’m really, really exhausted,” Jin sighed. “I’m so tired from all the cooking. And the cleaning. And the fucking.”

“You were so eager to hear our juicy details, and we told you everything,” Hoseok pointed out, exchanging a glance with Namjoon. Hoseok turned back to Jin. “Spill, hyung. It’s only fair.”

Jin sighed and looked down at his bed. Jungkook looked up at him with his wide eyes. He climbed down from the bed and joined Yoongi on the floor, still looking up at Jin.

“Fine!” Jin sighed, exasperated. He laid back in his bed and rubbed his closed eyes. “You already know all the stuff Namjoon and Hoseok told us. We were a little different.”

“How?” Jimin asked.

“This was more playful, in a way,” Jin began.

“I want to play with Noona,” Taehyung said dreamily. Jimin laughed and pinched at Taehyung’s cheeks. “You do?” Jimin asked him. Taehyung nodded, leaning back into Jimin’s arms.

“Honestly, it was so great. The things we were doing and saying,” Jin replied. "It was amazing.”

“Wait. Saying? What kinds of things were you saying?” Namjoon asked.

“Just some normal dirty talk stuff,” Jin said, shrugging.

“Oh?” Hoseok asked, perking up. “You like dirty talk?”

“I mean, I can be a little vocal,” Jin admitted, his ears turning pink.

“Like how?” Jimin asked.

“Yes, please give us a demonstration,” Yoongi mocked, with a twirl of his hand. The guys laughed.

“You know what I mean!” Jin said, flustered. His ears were bright red now.

“Are you seriously getting embarrassed right now?” Yoongi laughed, pointing at him.

“C’mon, I still want to know! What did you say to Noona?” Namjoon repeated.

“Well, what kind of dirty talk do you do?” Jin asked the group, genuinely curious to see where he stood in all of this.

“I guess I’m asking because I don’t really talk much,” Namjoon reflected. “Sometimes, I say what feels good, or I guess I describe what I’m feeling and seeing.” He smirked to himself. “I also told Noona when to come.”

“Joon-hyung, you’re surprising us all with the more you share,” Jimin admitted, staring at him.

“Well, I could feel her coming, and I could tell she was trying to hold back for some reason,” Namjoon answered. He looked over at Hoseok. “Did she do that with you?”

“It was all kind of a blur, but I remember cursing a lot because of how good it felt,” Hoseok offered, and the guys nodded along. “Before we left, I told Noona she looked sexy in my shirt.”

“I like hearing my name in bed,” Taehyung volunteered, and the group reacted strongly.

“Absolutely,” Namjoon replied.

“It’s just so hot to hear, strained like that,” Hoseok observed, motioning to his throat. “It’s unbearable in the best way.”

“So, what did you say to Noona?” Yoongi asked Jin. “Some knock-knock jokes? A pun or two?”

“Well, I told her that I had imagined her in the shower,” Jin replied. He decided to really get into it. Flex a muscle that the others didn’t seem to have. “That I wondered what she looked like... What she smelled like... That I traced the water droplets on the shower stall like I was touching her... That it was so wet.”

They sat in appalled silence for a while.

Finally, Yoongi said, “That was like a poem. I’m seriously impressed.”

“Very funny,” Jin said dismissively.

“No, seriously,” Yoongi replied. “I got a little hard just now.”

Everyone laughed, but they knew that if Yoongi was doubling down, he was being completely genuine. The rest of the guys agreed. Where Namjoon had gotten her to open up, and where Hoseok had gotten her to be in the moment, Jin had seemed to seduce her.

“Can I finally go to sleep, then?” Jin asked. “Anything else you brats want to know?”

“What is it like to kiss her?” Jungkook asked, suddenly.

Jin looked offended. “I’m sorry, I’m over here giving you a college-level education, and you’re wondering about the ABCs?” he asked, making the others laugh.

“Don’t be harsh. He’s young,” Yoongi replied. “It’s cute.”

“So innocent,” Namjoon agreed, smiling at the maknae.

Jungkook blinked up at Jin, waiting for his response.

“I don’t know. It felt good,” Jin said, shrugging. “She’s a great kisser.”

Jin looked over at Hoseok and Namjoon

“Yeah,” Namjoon added. “Really good. Soft and thoughtful.”

“Felt amazing,” Hoseok agreed. “Why are you so curious about that?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Just was.”

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Bon Voyage, Noona (M) | 02: Tuesday

Word Count: 10,637

Pairings: Hoseok x OC

Genre: Friends / Fluff / Smut / Humor

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Bon Voyage, Noona | Masterpost

02: Tuesday

Something didn’t feel right.

Sooyeon was cold. And she felt like she was about to fall off of her bed.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw that she was staring at her coffee table.

In her office.

Sooyeon saw Namjoon sleeping pressed up against her. She freaked out, and she fell off of her office couch.

When she landed, she realized that she was feeling too much of the floor with her body. She looked down and realized she was completely naked. She caught sight of her pajamas nearby, and she crawled over to them, scooping them up.

Namjoon was starting to wake up. He looked down at Sooyeon, who was frantically trying to get her pajama top back on.

“Noona?” Namjoon croaked, blinking slowly.

Sooyeon cringed painfully at the word and froze in place.

Namjoon chuckled at her reaction. “You said to call you that. A few times, actually.”

“Oh my god,” Sooyeon complained.

“You said that, too,” Namjoon chuckled.

Sooyeon ignored Namjoon and stood as she slid into her pajama bottoms. “What time is it?” she asked, searching for her phone. She saw it on the coffee table where she left it, already displaying the time: 7 AM.

“Go get changed,” Sooyeon said, picking up Namjoon’s sweats and throwing them at him. “The shoot starts in an hour. We have to leave in fifteen minutes.”

Namjoon followed her orders, finding her cute.

Sooyeon rummaged around the floor, picking up an assortment of belongings. Her blanket. Her socks. The knocked-over orchid.

Namjoon’s boxers.

She turned to Namjoon, who was already facing her, holding up her underwear.

Sooyeon fought a smile.

Namjoon used the downstairs guest bathroom, with the fancy soaps and towels. Sooyeon raced upstairs to shower extremely quickly, massaging some coconut oil into her damp hair before throwing it into a top knot and throwing everything into her purse.

She changed into a black sweater and jeans and bounded down the stairs, where Namjoon was waiting with a smirk on his face.

Sooyeon sighed and walked up to him. Hana’s words were still hanging in her mind. She smiled to herself. She had to admit that she had a ton of fun.

She smiled and kissed Namjoon, catching him pleasantly off-guard. They shared a meaningful look, and then they headed outside, Sooyeon locking the door behind them.

Namjoon and Sooyeon got in the car and put on their seatbelts. Namjoon looked down in the front cup holders. He grabbed his phone and showed it to Sooyeon.

“Don’t leave that in here again,” Sooyeon said, half-teasing, half-serious.

Namjoon smiled at her, unplugging his phone from the aux cord. He tried to turn his phone on, but it was dead. He set it down in his lap and pulled Jimin’s phone from his coat pocket. Jimin’s phone still held a charge. The phone screen flashed the time. Namjoon put both phones back in his pocket.

As they drove in silence, Namjoon looked out the window at the indigo sky, the sun just starting to rise. As his senses returned to him, he felt more and more irresponsible for his actions.

He looked at Sooyeon and studied her face. She was staring straight ahead as she drove, nervously chewing on her lip. Her eyebrows were knitted. Her hands were gripping the steering wheel as if the world would come apart if she let go.

It seemed like she might be thinking the same thing.

“It’ll look awkward, us pulling up together,” Namjoon vocalized.

“I’m figuring it out,” Sooyeon replied. “If we run into more morning traffic, we are going to be late. But we can stop for coffee for the crew on the way. In fact, we can say it was your suggestion.”

She looked over at Namjoon.

“OK?” she asked. “I got there early, and you were up, and we went to go get coffee.”

Namjoon nodded, impressed. That explanation would work, and everybody would be so thankful for the coffee that no one would question it.

They pulled into the parking lot at the cabin, carrying the group’s usual orders (which Namjoon knew by heart), plus more coffee, hot chocolate, and tea for the crew, all ordered from the same coffee shop as before. Martha pulled up just after they did, bringing breakfast bagels and sandwiches for everybody.

As the three of them went inside the cabin and set up the spread in the massive kitchen, the crew started to show up, and the group was starting to wake up. As Namjoon had realized, and to his great relief, none of the crew, none of the guys, and none of the managers, not even manager Sejin, seemed to be suspicious at all.

Even Hoseok and Yoongi, his still-sleepy and unconcerned roommates, bought the excuse that he fell asleep on the couch. Namjoon thought his excuse was helped by how grateful they were to have one full bed each to themselves, instead of one of them having to share with him. And technically, Namjoon did fall asleep on the couch. He just didn’t say where.

Namjoon caught Sooyeon’s eyes as they selected their breakfast sandwiches. They shared a knowing smile and mental high-five for pulling it off. For that kind of a night, Namjoon felt the risks were absolutely worth it.

Just then, Martha called Sooyeon’s attention away. Jimin sidled up to Namjoon next to the spread of food.

“Have you seen my phone?” Jimin asked.

Without thinking, Namjoon reached into his pocket and wordlessly handed Jimin his phone, taking one last look at Sooyeon as she followed Martha.

Jimin followed his gaze, intrigued by whatever that seemed to mean. He lined up behind Namjoon for food.

“You should lock your phone, by the way,” Namjoon replied.

Jimin felt weird. He looked at his phone and was even more confused at the Lyft screen that popped up immediately after.

Startled, he looked Namjoon up and down. He looked over at Sooyeon, who was following Martha outside to join all the managers on the porch. Then, he looked back at Namjoon.

Finally. A pot to stir. Jimin lived for moments like these, and it had been a while since he had caught Namjoon in one. His quick mind shifted into gear. The cogs were turning. The devilish teasing would begin, and the truth would ultimately come out. Jimin would make sure of it.

“I like those sweats, hyung,” Jimin began, keeping things natural.

Jimin wondered, would he die of laughter?

“Thanks,” Namjoon answered absent-mindedly.

“They’re a little crumpled,” Jimin replied. “Where are they from, again?”

Jimin realized he would die at the hands of Namjoon, god of destruction, but that it would be an honorable death.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon replied, taking a sandwich from the tray. “One of the places I usually shop.”

Jimin was looking at the floor, barely keeping it together long enough to get out his next sentence, just audible for him and Namjoon to hear:

“I might’ve guessed they were from Sooyeon-noona’s floor.”

Namjoon immediately set his plate down, grabbing Jimin by the elbow and quickly scanning the room. The rest of the guys were in the living room. No one close by seemed to hear, and anyone else who would have understood was out on the porch.

Jimin was laughing wildly and playfully protesting as Namjoon dragged him back to his and Taehyung’s room, where Taehyung was picking out his outfit for the day.

“Morning,” Taehyung greeted, his back to them as he peered at his closet, completely oblivious.

“Jimin-ah,” Namjoon replied, whispering harshly.

“I can’t believe I caught you!” Jimin exclaimed. “You! Of all people!”

“I just needed to get my phone back,” Namjoon explained, trying to get Jimin to calm down.

“Yeah, right!” Jimin charged back. “I saw you looking at her! Something happened!”

“I just realized that I left my phone in Noona’s car by accident,” Namjoon protested calmly, eyeing the open door. “So, I went there to go get it back and came home.”

“There’s no return trip,” Jimin reasoned, eyeing Namjoon and showing him his phone screen.

“Noona drove me back,” Namjoon replied, simply. It still wasn’t a lie.

“Last night, or this morning?” Jimin challenged.

Namjoon froze. Jimin was loads smarter than he sometimes gave him credit for.

Jimin pumped his fists in the air. “You owe me!” he whispered. “You owe me---”

Jimin looked at his phone screen.

“What’s $22.58 in won?” Jimin asked.

“Alright, fine, I owe you! Just please keep your voice down!” Namjoon begged.

Jimin gasped dramatically. “I can’t believe you actually slept with Noona!” he cried.

Taehyung’s eyes popped out of his head. He whirled around to face them. “I’m sorry, what did Jimin-ssi just say?” he asked, pointing at him but looking at Namjoon.

Namjoon buried his face in his hands, kicking the door shut. Jimin was finally still, but he still had a huge, shit-eating grin on his face.

“You know, I’m actually glad that none of you are fluent in English yet,” Namjoon admitted, sighing.

Jimin started cackling. “Insult us all you want, but you’re not getting out of a detailed explanation!”

“How was it?” Taehyung asked earnestly, getting onto the bed along with Jimin. “I’ve never been with an older woman.”

“Guys,” Namjoon begged.

“Wait, wait, don’t start, everybody needs to hear this,” Jimin said, pulling out his phone and getting on the group text thread.

Namjoon lunged for Jimin, crashing on the bed, but it was too late. Moments later, they heard a knock at the door.

“Namjoon-ah?” Jin asked through the door. “This better be good. I was in the middle of telling the crew my cow laugh joke.”

A pause.

“Y’know?” Jin asked.

Another pause.

“Moo-ha-ha-ha!” Jin finished.

Yoongi groaned and started scratching at the door to get inside.

Jimin shoved Namjoon off of him and got up. He opened the door and pulled everyone inside hurriedly. Namjoon’ was pacing in the corner, his face growing red. He couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. It was probably a little bit of both.

“Whoa, Namjoon-hyung, are you OK?” Jungkook asked, climbing into the bed with Jimin and Taehyung.

“Tell them!” Jimin exclaimed, as Namjoon closed the door. “You have to tell them!”

The group stared blankly at Namjoon, unsure of what was coming next.

“I went to Sooyeon-noona’s last night to pick up my phone. I left it in her car after the trip to the grocery store,” Namjoon replied.

“Aaaaaand?” Jimin asked.

Namjoon scrunched his face up and mumbled something, quietly and quickly.

“Speak up,” Taehyung encouraged, making Jimin giggle.

“What’s going on?” Hoseok asked, furrowing his brow.

“I slept with Noona,” Namjoon whispered.

The group went nuts. Jimin kept laughing hysterically. Jin and Hoseok yelled in excited surprise. Taehyung immediately started asking more questions. Yoongi waved his arms and talked over everybody, instructing them to be quiet. Only Jungkook was quiet, but his bright, curious doe-eyes were fixated on Namjoon’s now incredibly red face.

“Tell us everything!” Jimin finally exclaimed.

“Yeah, what was it like?” Taehyung repeated.

“I’m with these two,” Jin replied, sitting down on the bed with them. “I want storytime.”

“Perverts,” Hoseok playfully chided, crossing his arms but sitting down as well.

“No, no, no,” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “Nobody here is a pervert, and nobody here needs to feel forced to share what they don’t want to share.”

He paused and looked at Namjoon. “Of course, if you wanted to share, I think we’d all be totally down to listen.”

Yoongi sat on the bed, and Jimin embraced him, clapping his hands excitedly.

Namjoon was torn. They always found ways to sneak a date or two in on tour. Was this really any different? He definitely wanted to tell the guys how amazing that night was, but he couldn’t help the nagging thought that it was probably a bad idea to tell them about someone they would be working with throughout the week. Of course, Jimin did let the cat out of the bag. And he did admit to it. So maybe, there was no going back.

He drew a long breath. “Fine.”

The guys all bunched up on the bed as Namjoon quietly told them everything, from the curves on the road to her house, to the curve of her waist, describing every word they said, every thought that had popped into his head, and every sensation that he had felt.

“Wow,” Jimin sighed.

“There’s really something special about being with an older woman,” Namjoon began philosophically.

“You have one new experience and suddenly you talk like you’re an expert,” Yoongi observed, making the guys laugh.

“I just mean that she made moves that I hadn’t seen or, well, felt before,” Namjoon answered. “And things were just more… meaningful, in a way.”

Namjoon’s voice had an increasingly dreamy quality to it. Frankly, just imagining the night he had spent with Sooyeon was making him a little hard.

“Someone’s heart got stolen,” Jin observed.

“It was a one-time thing,” Namjoon replied definitively. And he was sure of it. The previous night absolutely had been a one-time thing. A fun thing. An enlightening thing. But a one-time thing. And he was also pretty sure that Sooyeon agreed.

“So,” Hoseok summarized. “She’s single, she’s cute, she’s smart, she’s fun, she’s amazing in bed, and she’s with us. All week.”

They exchanged meaningful, curious glances.

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation, with everybody lingering on Hoseok’s words.

Namjoon gave everyone a warning look before opening the door. Manager Sejin was standing on the other side, looking at them incredulously.

“You’re not dressed yet?” he exclaimed. “We’re ready to start filming!”

“Sorry, Manager Sejin,” Namjoon replied. “We were having a, uh... a group discussion.”

Sejin looked at everyone crammed in the room. It seemed serious. Except for Jimin. He seemed to be stifling laughter. But when was he not stifling laughter?

“Please hurry,” Sejin replied, exasperated.

Namjoon closed the door behind him and turned back to everyone.

The group stayed silent and motionless until Taehyung stood up. He walked over to the closet.

“Just before everyone came in, I was trying to pick out my outfit for the day,” he replied. He held up a beige tracksuit. “What about this?”

Sooyeon spent the rest of the morning watching the group racing down the hill on toboggans, different obstacles being set up for each run. During one run, they had to balance eggs on spoons in their mouths.

Sooyeon pulled out her phone, ungloved her hands, and looked up their net worth. Estimates ran from $10 to $12 million dollars. Jimin accidentally crashed into Jungkook on their race down the hill, his egg falling into his lap and cracking as his and Jungkook’s bodies collided.

Sooyeon wondered what it was like to be a million-dollar egg.

A notification flashed at the top of the screen. A text from Hana: Whatcha up to?

Sooyeon’s eyes widened. Hana. What would she tell her? Everything, probably. Eventually. But for now?

She responded: Nothing.

Hana was quick to reply: Hope you’re at least having some fun!

There was that word again. Fun.

Sooyeon typed a response: Why are you so concerned about me having fun?

Hana was typing a response, and Sooyeon was watching the three dot animation on the screen.

Sooyeon sent a follow-up: Do you think I’m no fun?

Then, the three dots disappeared.

Sooyeon scoffed, annoyed. Hana always did this. She always chose the most frustrating, unwelcome time to share her criticisms. Well, Sooyeon wasn’t in the mood for another lecture or appeal to acting young and letting go. Sooyeon muted Hana’s texts and calls, put her phone away, and looked up at the group from a distance.

Namjoon and Hoseok were up next in the race, but Namjoon couldn’t even get the egg on his spoon. Hoseok was dying of laughter and declaring himself the default winner.

Sooyeon pictured herself watching this scene, grimacing at the group’s playfulness and entertaining nature. How could she not be in a positive mood with this beautiful landscape, this easy job, and this fun crowd?

She softened.

Sooyeon wondered, even though it was going unspoken at the moment, if Hana had a point.

Shooting was pausing for lunch soon, so Sooyeon went to arrange the plastic chairs and tables that would seat the crew. She greeted the caterers and helped organize the delivery trays in the kitchen. As the crew started making their way back to the cabin, Sooyeon found a spot in the formal dining room near the front of the house. She was stuck in her thoughts. How could she have been so reckless? In her chase to be whatever carefree and spirited version of herself that Hana had been daydreaming about, Sooyeon had actually had a one-night stand that might jeopardize a really well-paying gig. The guilt was starting to consume her, and Hana’s prodding wasn’t helping. This is why she never blurred boundaries. Things became too gray for her to stay focused. The least she could do was hide in this dining room, away from everyone else.

That thought was quickly interrupted by the sound of quick footsteps bounding towards her.

“Noona!” Jungkook said happily, sitting down next to her.

Sooyeon smiled at him, and he held up two plates of food.

Sooyeon looked down at the table in front of her. She had come to this room to eat lunch alone, and she had forgotten her actual lunch.

“You made the whole plate, and then you just wandered away,” Jungkook observed. “It took me a minute to find you.”

Sooyeon blushed, embarrassed.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, taking the plate and eating small bites, losing herself in thought again.

Jungkook was intrigued by Sooyeon. It seemed right to him that Sooyeon and Namjoon would have such an instant connection. They both seemed brainy. Even at the grocery store, Jungkook had noticed that Sooyeon and Namjoon were deep in some serious conversation. But it was more than that. At random times throughout the day, Sooyeon seemed to be accessing something deep and distant.

Suddenly, Jin and Yoongi joined them, and the rest of the guys followed suit. They ate hungrily, exhausted from the morning’s activities.

“What’s next on the schedule?” Taehyung asked, as they started to wind down.

“Hopefully a nap,” Yoongi mumbled.

“We’re going into the city,” Namjoon replied. “We’re doing a sightseeing tour.”

“Nice! Where are we going?” Jungkook exclaimed, hopping excitedly in his seat.

“I think there are four stops,” Namjoon replied. He looked at his phone and opened an email with the details, handing it to Jungkook.

“Brockton Point, Prospect Point, Granville Island, Vancouver Lookout,” Jungkook read aloud. He looked over at Sooyeon. “Do you know those places?”

“Yes,” Sooyeon replied. “Actually, you’ll get to see a lot of Vancouver on this tour. You’ll probably pass by Gastown and Chinatown.”

“Any shopping?” Hoseok asked.

“If you want,” Sooyeon said. “There are tons of different markets at Granville Island.”

“Well, that does it. You’ll have to ride with us in our van,” Taehyung said resolutely. “You know where all the cool things are.”

“Yeah, we hate getting stuck in tourist traps,” Jin added.

Sooyeon laughed to herself, knowing what was in store for them.

The guys insisted that Sooyeon ride with them, even kicking Manager Sejin out of the main van so as to make room for her. Sooyeon soon found that being in public with them was a surprising, ever-evolving thing. Doing the tour during a weekday meant that there was less of a chance that people would recognize them while filming. This happily turned out to be true. Even the tour guide that joined them had no idea who they were. However, there were pockets of times when fans would excitedly cheer for them or desperately ask for autographs. For the most part, Sooyeon recognized that BTS and their fans had some kind of mutual understanding of how to engage with one another in public. There was one time when they had to change plans to avoid massive fan groups, but other than that, the group was free to enjoy themselves.

Sooyeon watched and laughed as each member of the group experienced each stop in a way that highlighted the nuances of their personality.

For example, at Brockton Point and Prospect Point, the group began by taking very tourist-y pictures. Then, they started to wander on their own. Namjoon was asking the tour guide about the history of the totem poles and of Prospect Point, devouring placards and pamphlets for more information. Taehyung was taking pictures of the scenery with his camera, and Jimin was often the focus of those pictures. Jin was often commenting on the weather or nature surrounding them. Hoseok chatted with other tourists, asking them about their experiences. Yoongi watched everyone from afar, getting kitschy things at the gift shops. Jungkook filmed the scenery and the group. He even got a couple of shots of shy Sooyeon, making her blush and laugh.

At the Granville Island Public Market, the group walked together, but different things caught their attention. Jin and Hoseok were interested in buying some shirts and souvenirs. Yoongi and Jungkook wanted to sample different foods. Namjoon and Sooyeon strolled and talked, and when no one was looking, Namjoon would tickle her or tease her, making her nervous but excited at the same time.

Even in the van, traveling from stop to stop, each of their personalities came out. Yoongi would sleep. Jin would keep everyone’s spirits up. Namjoon would share facts about the next stop, or ask the tour guide questions. Jimin and Taehyung would be in their own world, giggling and talking about the pictures they took. Hoseok would ooh and ahh at each point of interest along the way. Jungkook would stare out the window, wide-eyed, taking everything in.

Throughout the day, the group had secret missions to accomplish as well, a game to keep things entertaining. Sooyeon didn’t know what the secret missions were, but as they reached the last stop on the tour, Sooyeon realized that parts of what the group was doing was in service to these missions.

For instance, Namjoon had come in last during the egg races earlier in the day, so he had to wear a dinosaur onesie the entire tour. The only way he could change out of his onesie was if he could answer randomly timed questions about the info from the tour. The managers seemed to be purposefully asking hard questions to keep him in his onesie. They even asked one of the questions while Namjoon was in the bathroom, making it impossible for him to answer. He failed in the end.

Jimin had to get Jin to buy him five small souvenirs or treats, a task he recruited Hoseok into helping him accomplish. In the end, Jin only bought three, flustered at why Hoseok was directing him to buy so many things, and for Jimin specifically.

Taehyung had to take a photo of each member with their back turned and a major landmark in the background. This was harder to accomplish, as each member of the group obviously wanted to take the pictures facing the camera. Taehyung could never get Jimin to face the other way and he lost the challenge.

Yoongi had to get Jimin to compliment him, which he won by putting on a yellow fisherman’s hat that he bought at the Prospect Point Lighthouse. “Cute!” Jimin had cooed, as the hat was too big for Yoongi’s head.

Jin needed to play some type of prank on Jungkook, so he got extremely spicy and bitter food samples from the market, telling Jungkook that each of the items were actually sweet or mild. It made for some wildly entertaining expressions, Jin in a laughing fit and poor Jungkook in tears at the intensity of flavors by the end of the tasting run.

Jungkook had to get Taehyung to change his entire look throughout the day, starting from the first stop. At the first stop, Jungkook recommended that Taehyung tie his hair back to help him see better while taking pictures. At the second stop, Jungkook suggested that he and Taehyung switch jackets, noticing that Taehyung was a bit cold. At the third stop, Jungkook pointed out that Taehyung’s pants were fraying at the end, so Taehyung rolled them up a bit. At the last stop, Taehyung playfully took his shoes off to rub his aching feet from walking, and Jungkook turned it into a game where they switched shoes. In the end, the managers deemed that rolling Taehyung’s pants up wasn’t enough of a change, so Jungkook lost.

Hoseok needed to get in as many other tourists’ photos as possible, with prizes increasing in size with the more photos he got. By the end of the day, he took pictures with ten different groups, all of whom had no idea who he was other than an excited tourist. This earned him a freebie night on the trip, one night when he could choose what the group would do.

As the group was admiring the nighttime cityscape from the Vancouver Lookout, Hoseok decided to redeem his reward.

“Let’s go out,” he replied. “No managers, no crew, just us.”

“Are you sure you want to do it tonight?” Sejin asked him. “You don’t want to save it for the end of the trip?”

“No, I’m still feeling hyped up from the day,” Hoseok said. He turned to the rest of the group. “What do you think? Should we go out tonight?”

“Going out sounds really fun,” Jimin admitted. “The tour was nice, but I’m craving something more laid-back.”

“Noona will know what to do,” Jungkook replied. He called for her, and Sooyeon joined them. “Any recommendations?” he asked her, hugging her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. Sooyeon was so caught off-guard that she could barely think.

"I-I thought you said, uh, no crew," she stammered.

"You're not part of the crew. You're our noona," Jimin said simply.

The group looked at her expectantly.

"I think the guys are playing you," Sejin replied, chuckling. "They know I won't give my approval to go unless someone was with them. I wouldn't put it past them to take advantage of you."

Sooyeon and Namjoon's eyes met just then, and she blushed red as he stifled a laugh. She fought a smile and shook her head.

"Well, what do you want to do?" she asked the guys. “There’s a club down the street, I think."

“What other stuff is there to do around here?” Taehyung asked.

“There’s a fancy bar and cigar lounge,” Sooyeon offered, trying to think of things that celebrities might enjoy.

“All of those things are too high-profile,” Jin lamented.

“Well, honestly, I don’t know what other fun stuff people do downtown,” Sooyeon admitted. “My friends and I usually just do karaoke and dinner.”

“That sounds perfect!” Hoseok exclaimed, and the guys heartily agreed. “Let’s just take our van and go to your favorite spots!”

Sejin laughed. “Sooyeon, have the guys even asked you if you were free?”

Sooyeon smiled. “No, they haven’t.”

Jungkook spun Sooyeon around to face him. He held her hands, licked his lips, and focused his eyes on hers. “Sooyeon-noona, please come out tonight,” he purred.

It was impossible for Sooyeon to turn him, or really any of them, down. “Well, you were asking about Korean restaurants yesterday. There’s one that I love that’s close by,” she offered.

Jungkook beamed. “Let’s go!”

Staying true to their promise that they wouldn’t drive in the snow, the guys stayed silent as Sooyeon carefully drove the van toward her favorite Korean karaoke bar.

“You can talk,” she laughed. “I drive in this kind of snow all the time.”

“But this van is so big,” Taehyung replied.

“We don’t want to distract you,” Hoseok said in a whisper.

“Maybe just help me park this thing when we get there,” Sooyeon joked.

And that they did, everyone exaggeratedly jumping out of the van to help her park in the huge, empty parking lot, all of them chaotically yelling and animatedly guiding her into a spot right by the door. The group sarcastically applauded when Sooyeon parked and turned off the car, playfully chewing them out. They all moved together, laughing amongst themselves, enjoying teasing each other, and generally enjoying the sliver of freedom that Hoseok had won them.

They entered the bar, and the guys did their best to cover their faces to keep from being recognized. Funnily enough, the only person who got recognized was Sooyeon, as the owners and staff were friends of Sooyeon’s aunt, all members of an older family, the Chos, who had lost touch with pop culture about two decades ago.

Sooyeon introduced the guys as some tourists that she met and became friends with, which technically wasn’t a lie. Hearing that Sooyeon was friends with them was enough to get the royal treatment.

Mr. Cho and his brother started pouring drinks, and Mrs. Cho led the group to the biggest suite. They had all the typical amenities: a huge seating area that everyone could share, a big table for drinks and food, two mics, a huge TV screen, the impressively hefty song book, and crazy disco lights. They also had some fun toys, like kiddie versions of tambourines and xylophones.

“I’m up first!” Hoseok exclaimed, as they settled into their room and Mr. Cho brought their drinks.

“What about food orders?” Mrs. Cho asked, as she watched Jin, Yoongi, and Jungkook pore over the menu.

“Imo, don’t feed us too much,” Sooyeon instructed Mrs. Cho. “I’m taking them to So Hyang after this.”

“We can still order, though?” Jin asked, looking up at Mrs. Cho.

Mrs. Cho smiled and looked at Sooyeon. “This one is so handsome,” she cooed, holding Jin’s chin between her thumb and forefinger as if to display Jin’s face to Sooyeon. “Why don’t you date him?”

“You hear that, Noona? Imo approves,” Jin said, playing along.

Sooyeon blushed as the group laughed. The Chos left to let them have fun, and Hoseok’s chosen song started to play.

Hoseok pulled Sooyeon up next to him to dance. Sooyeon definitely was not a dancer. But as he began to perform, Hoseok rested his forearm on her hip and guided her. She paused at first, but Hoseok bent down to pick up two shots of soju. Namjoon called something out, and the group cheered again before downing their shots. Hoseok smiled at Sooyeon, handed her a shot, and wrapped his arm around hers. He laughed and nodded at her, showing her what to do. She smiled, and they took their shots together, with the group cheering them on.

Shots of soju were followed by beer, which was followed by even more soju and beer, plus some snacks that Mrs. Cho had given to them. Little by little, Sooyeon felt herself living in the moment. The way Hoseok in particular moved with her was amazing. It was like he knew what her body was going to do before she did it, and he was right there with her. He was just as good as alcohol at opening her up.

The guys took turns singing and dancing, individually, in pairs, as a group, rotating out. Sooyeon sang and danced along with them. They even tried to teach her some of their songs, which Sooyeon picked up pretty well, and some of their dances, which Sooyeon failed at miserably. They could have been any group of friends enjoying a night on the town. Their private room was a club all its own.

As things were winding down, Jungkook and Sooyeon were sitting next to each other, watching Namjoon and Yoongi trying to sing a power ballad with extremely high melodies. Sooyeon laughed at how cute they looked, Namjoon in his dinosaur onesie, and Yoongi pulling out his yellow fisherman hat.

Sooyeon leaned her head back and realized that Jungkook had his arm around her this entire time. Instead of feeling shy, she leaned into it, resting her head on Jungkook’s shoulder.

He smelled good. Like fresh laundry.

Jungkook nestled into her, closing his sleepy eyes for a moment to enjoy the feel of her body against him.

Yoongi and Namjoon’s song soon came to an end, and everyone applauded.

Jungkook opened his eyes again, and he noticed the song book in his lap. He picked it up and held it next to Sooyeon’s face.

“Noona, you haven’t sung yet,” he said gently. “Sing us the last song.”

Sooyeon shook her head. “No,” she said in English.

Jungkook found this extremely cute. He sat up straight.

"Oh, guys,” Jungkook teased in a tattle-tale, sing-song voice. “Somebody doesn’t want to pay their due!”

“My due? I drove us here!” Sooyeon protested playfully, still speaking English, and sitting up to match him. “I’m even taking you all to dinner! You all really have some kind of nerve, don’t you?”

“She’s already drunk!” Yoongi laughed, pointing at her. “She’s speaking in English!”

Namjoon translated, and the guys disapproved of the stance Sooyeon was taking.

“Everyone has to sing,” Namjoon reinforced, putting his hands on his hips. It was hard to take him seriously as he stood defiantly in his dinosaur onesie.

“You’re all professional musicians,” Sooyeon observed, remembering to speak in Korean. “I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“We’ve all made a career out of embarrassing ourselves,” Jin pointed out, making everyone laugh. “Come on!”

“I bet she’s good,” Jimin said to the group, trying to egg her on. “I bet she’s actually really good, and she’s just being shy.”

“Or modest,” Yoongi chimed in.

“Noona’s been good at everything so far,” Hoseok said. “She can’t be bad at singing.”

Sooyeon couldn’t help it. She secretly did love to sing, and she loved being egged on to sing even more.

She stood up, picked one of her favorite mellow songs, and sang sweetly. She didn’t even have to think. She had sung this song over and over at family gatherings, friend hang-outs, in the car, in the shower.

And when she sang, the guys swooned. They weren't expecting her to be bad, but she was surprisingly wonderful to listen to.

“Noona!” Jimin exclaimed, jumping to his feet and hugging her tightly. "That was so beautiful!"

“I could listen to you sing forever,” Taehyung sighed.

"You’ve definitely taken lessons,” Yoongi said, nodding.

"One or two, here and there," Sooyeon admitted. “I grew up with music. Plus, my friends and I just like karaoke.”

"So you were holding back from us!" Jin exclaimed.

"We're so happy you sang," Namjoon said, beaming. “It was wonderful.”

Hoseok poured another shot of soju and held it up in honor of Sooyeon. The guys followed, and they all yelled and laughed in their cheer to her. Sooyeon's eyes fell onto Jungkook, who was grinning at her. He closed his eyes and clutched his heart, sighing happily. He opened his eyes, still smiling at her. Sooyeon felt warm inside.

Next up was the restaurant, which was within walking distance. They stumbled across the street and down the road, Sooyeon explaining the shops along the way. The store where she usually got Korean groceries. The best dessert place she’s ever been to. The place where she and Hana would get their nails done.

Sooyeon guided them to a place called So Hyang, and the guys immediately felt at home. They entered the restaurant, preparing to hide their faces again, but realizing that there were even fewer people at the restaurant than there had been at the karaoke bar.

Even so, Sooyeon requested the private back room, where they got comfortable and started to order what seemed like every dish on the menu. The soju and beer kept flowing. They passed servings around so that they could share.

"Is this your favorite place to eat?" Jin asked Sooyeon, adding some japchae to his plate.

"Yeah. There's one a bit closer to my house that my friends and I go to more often. We usually save this place for special occasions. I think the last time I was here was actually for my birthday," Sooyeon said.

"When was that?" Jin asked.

"About six months ago," Sooyeon said. "August third."

"August three, Agust D!" Hoseok cheered in English, making everyone laugh.

"How old did you turn, Noona?" Jimin asked curiously.

"You're not supposed to ask women their age," Jin tutted.

"I'm still skeptical that we're really supposed to call you 'noona'," Jimin replied.

"See?" Namjoon asked, directed at Sooyeon. "I told you!"

"Why do I have a feeling he likes to say that a lot?" Sooyeon blurted out drunkenly, making the group laugh.

Namjoon loved Sooyeon's wit. He laughed and said, "OK, fine then. How old did you turn, Noona?"

Sooyeon simply said, “Thirty.”

The group rejected this outright, and Sooyeon even pulled out her driver’s license to prove it. Apart from laughing at her terrible driver’s license picture, the guys started saying that Sooyeon didn’t look that old. But Sooyeon stopped them.

“That’s very kind of you all to say, but guess what,” Sooyeon replied. “I do look thirty. Because I am thirty. I’ve lived thirty years, and I’m proud of them all. This is what thirty looks like.”

Sooyeon took her hair down from its top knot and shook it loose.

Jungkook, who was sitting right next to her, brightened suddenly. Smells like coconut, he thought, looking at her hair cascading down in long, soft waves. She looked pretty like that.

“That’s so true,” Namjoon replied. “Why do we have the tendency to downplay our age?”

“Yeah, and why do you tease me so much about being the eldest?” Jin joked. “I’m also the wisest.”

“Debatable,” Yoongi playfully sniped.

The rest of dinner conversation continued on in a similar way, a mix of serious themes and bursts of laughter.

Sooyeon shared more life stories. Grad school. Her most challenging case as a therapist. Taking care of and missing her aunt. Being a waitress.

The guys shared, too. They talked about their careers, their music, and their fans. They shared crazy stories about being on tour.

But they also talked about life. Taehyung talked dearly about his late grandmother and how he sometimes talked to her before bed. Namjoon shared a bit about how he became an atheist. Yoongi talked about Kobe and things he was still processing about that moment. Jin reflected on his education and what he thought about the industry now. Hoseok lamented about wanting to see his parents more. Jimin shared that he sometimes would bolt up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat after a recurring nightmare that all of this was just a dream. Jungkook talked about how he felt like he really had no other life, and that sometimes concerned him. He pointed out how rare it was for them to be out even like this, just sharing a meal and a good time together.

“Speaking of which, we should get home soon,” Namjoon replied, checking the time.

“One last drink,” Jungkook protested. “I want to revel in our night of freedom just a little longer.”

“OK, one last round, and then that’s it,” Namjoon affirmed before turning and signaling to their waiter.

“Be right back,” Sooyeon said, shouldering her purse and heading to the bathrooms.

She walked up to the door to the bathroom and turned the doorknob, but she realized the door was locked. She sighed and looked around, noticing the open door leading to the back alley.

She walked out to the alleyway and leaned back against the brick exterior of the building. She left her jacket inside, but the alcohol in her system made it so that she barely noticed the freezing temperatures.

Realizing something, Sooyeon reached into her purse. Nice, Sooyeon thought. She pulled out her vape and took a long, luxurious drag.

“Noona?” Yoongi asked from just behind her.

Sooyeon got so startled that she cried out, making Yoongi cry out with an extremely weird noise, like a cackle and a honk at the same time, a sound that startled Sooyeon again, making her jump and drop her vape pen in the snow. Once they took a moment to get their bearings, Yoongi started laughing, which was one of the funniest things Sooyeon had ever seen. He dramatically threw his head back, his laughter shaking his entire body, eventually forcing him to double-over, and yet his laughter was almost completely silent.

“I can’t believe that’s actually your laugh!” Sooyeon cackled at him.

Yoongi waved his arm at her to shut her up because he couldn’t catch his breath.

They laughed and coughed, watching each other as they regained their composure.

“What are you doing out here, anyway?” Yoongi asked, dabbing his teary eyes with the back of his hand.

“Bathroom’s locked,” Sooyeon answered.

“Are you looking for a place to pee?” Yoongi asked seriously, making Sooyeon laugh again.

“No,” she giggled. “I came out here to wait. What are you doing out here?”

“Bathroom’s locked, and I’m looking for a place to pee,” Yoongi answered seriously, making Sooyeon laugh even harder.

Suddenly, she remembered her pen. She started peering at the snow, searching for any sign of it.

“What’s that?” Yoongi asked.

“Hmm?” Sooyeon asked, still looking in the snow.

“What are you looking for?” Yoongi asked.

Sooyeon debated if she should tell him the truth, but she was so drunk, and at least a little high, that it didn’t matter to her in the moment.

“My vape pen,” Sooyeon admitted.

“Noo- naaaa ,” Yoongi playfully scolded, his voice low. “Shouldn’t you know better?”

Sooyeon smiled at him.

He helped her search for it, eventually finding it just off to the side. He picked it up and inspected it, saying, “These look different from when I smoked.”

Yoongi brought the pen to his lips, but Sooyeon stopped him.

“Wait,” Sooyeon explained. “It’s, um. Well, it’s weed.”

Yoongi looked at Sooyeon in awe. “Really?”

He raised the pen to eye level and inspected it.

“Sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?” Sooyeon asked.

“Not at all,” Yoongi answered. “I just didn’t think you were the type.”

He took a hit off the pen.

“Tastes good,” he remarked, surprised.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, his neck going a little slack. The warm calm was washing over him.

“Feels even better,” he purred.

The way Yoongi said it, and the way his hand grazed hers when he handed back her pen, gave Sooyeon goosebumps.

The group finished off their last rounds before heading back to their van. Snow had accumulated pretty fast and was now almost level with their knees, forcing them to trudge rather than walk. Jimin gave up halfway and needed to be carried on Jungkook’s back. To add to that, Sooyeon’s head was spinning.

They finally reached the van, and everyone watched as Sooyeon fumbled in her purse for the keys. “To be honest, I don’t think I should drive,” Sooyeon said, finally finding them.

“Aw, cute, we made Noona party too hard,” Jimin teased, hugging onto Jungkook’s neck.

“Do you really have room to talk right now?” Jungkook asked him in satoori, indicating that he was also drunk.

“Can anyone drive home safely?” Namjoon asked, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m out,” Hoseok said. “I’m practically seeing double.”

“I’m definitely out,” Taehyung mumbled. “I feel like I’m even hearing double.”

Yoongi grunted something that they all took to mean that he was also out, but Sooyeon knew that already.

“Well, looks like you all need a superhero to save the day,” Jin said, taking the keys from Sooyeon.

The first part of the drive was decent, but as they got farther out into the wilderness, Jin had more and more trouble seeing the road. The wipers were on their fastest setting, but all anyone could see were the soft, white sheets of snow landing on the windshield and falling away as they drove.

“Manager Sejin is wondering if we’re close to home,” Namjoon said from the left, middle seat, as he read the incoming texts on his phone. He had an arm around Jimin, who was asleep in the center. Taehyung was sitting on the other side of Jimin, awake, but resting his head on Jimin’s shoulder.

“About ten minutes,” Sooyeon replied from the passenger seat, noting a familiar road sign.

She looked over at Jin. “Just go slow,” she murmured.

Jin smirked to himself. The way Sooyeon said it, sweetened with her drunkenness, made something inside of him stir.

He shook the thought out of his head, squinted, and hunched forward, concentrating on driving safely.

Jungkook was watching him from the middle back seat, laughing.

“Jin-hyung, you look even more like a grandpa, driving like that,” he joked.

“Ah, hush, Jungkookie,” Jin replied.

“Do you want us to die?” Hoseok asked, sitting to Jungkook’s left.

“I just meant that he was driving carefully!” Jungkook replied.

“Keep teasing him and he’ll spend so much time trying to come up with some clever retort that he’ll take his focus off the road,” Hoseok said, annoyed, causing the others to laugh.

Jin shot Sooyeon a look. “These kids will be the death of us,” he muttered to her. Sooyeon grinned. Jin was especially cute in these moments, when he would let Sooyeon in on the joke of parenting the rest of the group.

The storm had picked up even more by the time they returned to the cabin. The wind almost lifted a still-blazed Yoongi off of his feet, and the group had to huddle together from the van to the front door to keep warm.

“Winter storms here are crazy!” Jungkook exclaimed, as they made their way inside and hung up their coats.

“They’re not usually like this,” Sooyeon replied, concerned about the ominous, howling wind and intense snowfall. “Our winters are usually pretty mild.”

Namjoon was on the phone with Sejin, assuring him that they got home just fine.

“Coffee, I think,” Yoongi replied, shivering. Jimin and Taehyung had been snapped awake by the cold and were huddling next to each other on the sofa to stay warm.

Suddenly, the lights flickered. Hoseok looked really scared and reached out for Namjoon instinctively, before trying to play it cool by leaning his arm on his shoulder. Namjoon, still on the phone with Sejin, placed a reassuring hand on Hoseok’s arm.

“I should go before the storm gets worse,” Sooyeon replied, looking up at the lights.

“Wait, Sooyeon-noona,” Namjoon replied. “Manager Sejin said they’ve been tracking the storm on the news all night. They’re reporting that everyone should stay off the road for now.”

“What?” Sooyeon asked.

“He wants to talk to you,” Namjoon replied, holding out his phone and putting it on speaker.

“Sejin-ssi?” Sooyeon asked, walking closer to Namjoon and Hoseok.

“Sooyeon, you should stay in the spare room,” Sejin replied.

“Ooh, yes! Noona, stay!” Jimin exclaimed.

“No, I’m sure I’ll be fine driving home,” Sooyeon replied.

“I asked Martha what she thought, and she agrees that you should stay there,” Sejin replied. “We’re really worried about this storm. We’ve been watching the news. It’s only supposed to get worse.”

“I only live about 20 minutes away,” Sooyeon reasoned.

“Frankly, I would hate to be responsible for you if anything should happen,” Sejin admitted.

“Oh, so this is more of a corporate liability statement,” Sooyeon remarked.

From the kitchen, Yoongi let out a whoop. “Capitalism!”

“I meant that I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if you got hurt,” Sejin replied. “But I knew you’d at least contemplate staying if I mentioned something related to responsibility.”

Sooyeon observed that Sejin had just employed some expert-level guilting. That meant a lot, coming from a fellow Asian, and from a trained therapist no less.

“So you’ll stay?” Sejin asked.

“Sure,” Sooyeon replied, fully intending to appease Sejin on the phone and sneak out the moment they had all fallen asleep.

“Good, because I already told Namjoon to set the alarms and have everyone to keep an eye on you,” Sejin said.

Annoyed, she looked at Namjoon, who was snickering.

Sejin really was the perfect manager for these boys.

Defeated, Sooyeon handed the phone back to Namjoon. “Sounds like we’re having a guest for the night,” he replied to the others, before saying bye to Sejin.

“Let’s have a slumber party!” Taehyung exclaimed. “Let’s all go get into our pajamas and just hang out until we fall asleep.”

“Forget the coffee, then. I’m getting more wine,” Yoongi replied, replacing the coffee mugs he had just pulled from the cabinet.

“Oh, I think I’ll just head up to the room,” Sooyeon said quietly, tiptoeing toward the stairs.

“No, Noona, we want you to join us,” Jungkook said adorably.

“Yeah, everyone, including you, Noona, go get changed and come back here in half an hour,” Jimin instructed, walking over to Taehyung and tickling him before dragging him to their room.

Sooyeon sighed and sat down on one of the couches. She was drunk, tired, and a little uncomfortable with having to bunk up with the most famous boy band in the world.

Hoseok walked up to her. “C’mon, get changed,” he said.

“Into what? I don’t have any pajamas here,” Sooyeon replied.

“That’s OK. You can borrow mine,” he said.

“Uh, I’m sorry?” she asked. She realized that she must still be pretty drunk. She thought Hoseok had just offered to lend her pajamas.

“Come on,” Hoseok repeated, pulling on her arm. “You won’t be comfortable in that.”

Sooyeon followed him upstairs and into the bedroom that he, Namjoon, and Yoongi were sharing. Hoseok searched through his dresser drawers and pulled out a couple of pajama sets. Sooyeon took one of the pajama tops and put it against her body. On her smaller frame, it looked like a long sleep shirt.

She looked up at him.

“Cute!” Hoseok chirped.

He turned back to the dresser drawers and pulled out a pack of boxers, still sealed, and a new travel toothbrush and toothpaste, still in its packaging. “You can use these,” he said, handing the pack to Sooyeon. “I always bring extras.”

“Thank you,” Sooyeon replied, genuinely impressed at how prepared Hoseok was. He had learned a thing or two in all his globetrotting.

Hoseok led her down the hall, took a clean towel from the linen closet, and showed her to the bathroom.

They both walked inside the spacious main bathroom, Sooyeon looking around curiously. The floor was made of marble, and the walls were a clean, white subway tile. Just by the door was a long strip of towel hooks, with five towels hanging, one for every member staying upstairs.

Sooyeon flushed. Seeing the towels hanging there felt kind of private.

She turned her attention back to the crazy bathroom. Along the left wall was a luxurious clawfoot bathtub, a separate shower stall, a toilet in a stall, and a bidet in a stall. The back wall stopped about two feet from the ceiling. Above it was a window that ran the length of the wall and extended up to the ceiling. It was framed by a wall of horizontal, green potted plants, bright pink peonies peppered throughout. The vanity ran along the right wall, which was a huge, vanity-to-ceiling mirror that had a line of light bulbs along the top.

Hoseok was at one of the three bowl-shaped sinks that sat atop the vanity. He was digging through the smattering of toiletries, toothbrushes, and hair products.

“Are you seeing this?” Sooyeon asked, taking it all in and walking up to him. “Those are real flowers! It’s the middle of winter!”

Hoseok laughed to himself, charmed by Sooyeon’s wonder. To be honest, he rarely paid attention to the specifics of the hotels or houses that they stayed in while traveling. Interior design was more of Yoongi’s thing. The most impressive thing to Hoseok was just the sheer space. He didn’t care what the space looked like. He just knew that they must be doing something right because he and the guys didn’t have to elbow each other every morning while getting ready.

He turned to Sooyeon and handed her four different bottles.

“Shampoo, conditioner, face wash, body wash,” Hoseok listed. He opened one of the bottles and held it to her nose. Sooyeon breathed in. It smelled faintly of lilac. Hoseok had good taste.

“Bath or shower?” Hoseok asked, as Sooyeon awkwardly tried to hold onto all four bottles.

Sooyeon wanted nothing more than to get in that clawfoot tub, but she was so tipsy that she feared she might actually fall asleep in the bath.

“Shower,” Sooyeon replied. A shower was going to feel really, really good.

“So, the shower is a bit tricky,” Hoseok replied, moving over to the shower stall, Sooyeon following behind him. She saw now that the shower stall had a rain shower head and all kinds of crazy nozzles along the walls of the stall. He opened the glass door and put one foot inside to reach the controls.

“You have to press these buttons to switch between the shower head and the nozzles,” Hoseok said, struggling to reach the control panel without fully getting into the shower. Suddenly, the nozzles started shooting water at him, and he got drenched, blinking in surprise.

Sooyeon laughed, and Hoseok looked at her. At first, he was still flustered. Then, he got an idea.

He reached for the hem of Sooyeon’s sweater and pulled her inside, causing her to drop the bottles on the floor of the stall. Hoseok laughed at her teasingly, pushing her into the middle of the stall. Sooyeon was laughing hysterically now, and Hoseok playfully kept her from escaping. Sooyeon tried to get some kind of leverage to fight back against Hoseok, accidentally elbowing the rain shower setting on the button panel. Water was now spouting from everywhere, so they stuck to the outer border of the shower stall, as far as most of the water as possible, leaning up against the glass so that they wouldn’t get even more drenched.

Sooyeon angled for the door handle, which was just behind Hoseok’s hip. Hoseok watched her, laughing and tying her up in a big embrace.

The feel of their bodies against each other felt good.

Really good.

Sooyeon remembered what it was like, dancing with Hoseok. Her heart started racing. She looked up at him. It seemed like he was thinking about the same thing.

They kissed, soft at first, and then deeply and longingly after.

Hoseok felt his dick getting harder, so he pulled away.

“Sorry Noona,” Hoseok said quickly. “I-I didn’t mean to, uh…”

Hoseok opened the shower door behind him and shuffled out, grabbing the towel he had gotten for Sooyeon.

“Let me borrow this towel and I’ll go get you a new one,” Hoseok replied, drying himself enough so as not to drip water across the floor.

He turned and walked to the door. Sooyeon stepped out of the stall.

“Hey!” she called. Hoseok turned toward her, still holding the towel.

She smiled at him. “Lock the door,” she replied.

Hoseok’s eyes grew wide as Sooyeon took off her sweater and dropped it on the floor.

He locked the door, striding back to her and kissing her fiercely, sending a jolt of energy through both of them, only this time, more intense.

Sooyeon closed her eyes and purred at his touch as he lightly ran his fingers all over her skin, up her arms and down her torso, clutching at her waist before running up to her neck. He placed his thumb and forefinger on her chin and brought it up to him, kissing her again as he pulled her close.

She loved the feel of his hands on her back, expertly undoing her bra and tossing it to the ground. She reciprocated by pulling his shirt off and undoing his pants, letting them fall to the ground and walking backwards so that he could step out of them. She unbuttoned her own pants, bending down and brushing past Hoseok’s already hard and upright cock. She took her time sliding her pants off, looking up at Hoseok from his waist.

He grunted, and his cock twitched painfully as he watched her slowly slide her pants off, soon wearing nothing but her panties. Then, she knelt on the ground, and Hoseok’s head lolled back in anticipation.

She kissed the shaft of his cock, moving down to his balls, kissing them while also fondling them with her fingers. He moaned achingly.

Sooyeon then stood back up, shimmied out of her panties, and then stepped back into the shower. Hoseok eagerly followed. She bent at her knees and resumed kissing Hoseok’s cock. She began to circle her tongue around the head, and Hoseok had to focus so that he didn’t come right there and then. Sooyeon could feel her pussy start to swell. Seeing Hoseok in ecstasy like this was an unexpected pleasure.

She lapped down Hoseok’s length, and he had to stop himself from thrusting into her throat right away, though he had to admit that he was hoping for the chance. She was cupping his balls with her palm now, squeezing tighter as she played with them. Hoseok was involuntarily starting to move his hips, and as if reading his mind, Sooyeon took the rest of Hoseok in her mouth. He was slightly shorter than Namjoon, but he was thicker, and she couldn’t wait to see what he would feel like inside of her.

“Shit,” Hoseok muttered, running his fingers through Sooyeon’s hair. “Oh, shit.”

After a while, Hoseok pulled Sooyeon up to him and pressed her against the glass of the shower stall. She turned away from him and pushed her ass against him, thinking this was it.

But Hoseok had other plans. He bent at the knee and kissed her ass, running his tongue over her flesh. He spread her ass cheeks apart, rimming her gently, and harder as she started to respond. Sooyeon moaned with pleasure, starting to play with herself as Hoseok licked deliciously.

He suddenly turned her around to face him and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. He was surprisingly strong. Hoseok was full of surprises.

Sooyeon gripped his shoulders as tightly as she could. Slowly, Hoseok guided his cock into her pussy, and she slid all the way down. They revelled in the sensation of Hoseok stretching her out, Sooyeon squirming as it happened. She kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her torso, and he bounced her up and down.

As she started to crave more, Sooyeon leaned back against the shower stall, letting go of Hoseok and instead grasping for the top of the stall. She hoisted herself up and slammed down onto his dick, and Hoseok let out a loud moan. Sooyeon did it again, going faster and deeper as Hoseok tightened his embrace around Sooyeon’s torso, burying her face in her tits, and licking, sucking, and kissing whatever flesh met his mouth.

Hoseok started to feel Sooyeon’s pussy twitching erratically, and it made his own cock pulse with urgency.

“A-almost,” Hoseok whispered, shuddering.

Sooyeon just nodded, going even faster. Just when Sooyeon could barely take it anymore, Hoseok came, hard. She did too, nearly losing her slippery grip and falling, but Hoseok held her tight, carrying her off the glass one hand cradling the back of her head as they kissed.

Sooyeon wrapped her legs around Hoseok’s waist as they kissed. She could feel Hoseok growing soft inside of her, and she bucked her hips to get every last pump out of him before it was over, aftershocks running through her body.

They took turns showering and making out, sometimes having to re-clean parts of themselves when they got carried away. When they finished, Hoseok dried both of them off, taking his towel from the third hook and wrapping it around his waist, and wrapping Sooyeon’s towel around her hair.

Hoseok reached for the pajama top that Sooyeon had picked out. He unbuttoned the shirt, wrapped it around her, let her put her arms in the sleeves, and buttoned it, starting from the bottom and kissing up her torso as he buttoned each button, leaving the top two buttons undone.

“Perfect,” Hoseok whispered.

Sooyeon gave him a teasing reproachful look as she buttoned the last two buttons.

“You look so sexy in my shirt,” he replied, running his hands under the shirt to get one last feel of her naked body.

Sooyeon laughed and reached out for him again, wanting to share another kiss.

They eventually unlocked the bathroom, Hoseok taking a quick look to make sure no one was in the hallway. He tiptoed to his room, smiling at her before closing the door.

Sooyeon waited until it was clear, and she made her way to the spare room, setting her wet clothes in a pile on the floor. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hair dripping wet onto Hoseok’s pajama top.

What had just happened?

She shook the memories out of her head, trying her best to forget the sound of Hoseok’s moans, or the way he held her like he already knew her.

She reached into her bag for her phone but couldn’t find it. She picked up her bag and turned it upside down, dumping its contents onto the dresser.

Wallet.

Keys.

Vape pen.

Some makeup.

Glasses, in their case.

Gum.

Extra hair ties.

Her coconut oil?

Sooyeon wondered how it got in there. She applied some of it to her hair, and suddenly, she was riddled with memories of her night with Namjoon, her rush to get ready in the morning, and that last kiss.

She realized her phone wasn’t in her bag.

Sooyeon took a breath and finally decided to go downstairs, passing Jin along the way.

She went to join everyone else in the living room when she saw her coat hanging up by the front door. She walked over to it and fished in her pockets for her phone, which she found.

She looked at the screen.

No notifications.

Sooyeon wasn’t sure what she was going to say, but she wanted to tell Hana everything.

Sooyeon opened Hana’s texts, which Sooyeon then sheepishly unmuted, realizing that that was why she hadn’t gotten any notifications. Hana had actually sent her a couple of responses throughout the day:

Of course I think you’re fun.

But you haven’t let yourself have fun for a while now.

You know what I mean?

Are you mad?

Call me. Let’s talk.

The last message was two hours old. Sooyeon knew Hana would be asleep, but she wanted to let her know that everything was mostly OK: Thanks for the messages. I’m not mad. I love you. Talk tomorrow.

Sooyeon made her way back to the living room, where everyone was cuddled together to drink wine and watch a movie.

All they had to do was decide on which movie.

But Sooyeon was checking her phone every minute or so, hoping Hana was somehow still awake. With each passing minute that Sooyeon’s text was left unread, Sooyeon had less of a distraction from her session with Hoseok in the bathroom, or her night with Namjoon.

And what was that moment with Yoongi in the alley?

Sooyeon felt herself spiraling.

She curled up in the corner of the couch. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sound of the guys beginning to argue over what movie they wanted to see.

By the time they had decided, Sooyeon had fallen asleep.

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