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[roseange]

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[seoana]

[inkjam-moon]

Bells Will Be Ringing - Part Three (M)

Summary: Another year, another one of Namjoon's heats causing problems.

Pairing: Hybrid!Namjoon x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 11.9k

TW: swearing; dirty talk; oral (male and female giving and recieving); anal (male and female); fingering; double penetration; mmf; mfm; ; creampies

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“Y/N-ah!”

Damnit. You sigh as you wrap the scarf around your neck; you wanted to get out of the house before another ‘hey can you-’, but as Namjoon comes tumbling down the stairs, you know there must be one more thing. 

“Yes, Joonie?”

“Are you going to the mall?”

You nod, grabbing your purse from where it hangs on the wall. “I have a few last minute things I need to grab.”

“Can you pick up that sweater we looked at the other day for him?” Namjoon gestures up the stairs. 

“Sure.”

“Oh, and can you stop at the jewelers?” He fishes a pick up ticket out of his pocket. “My ring should be ready.”

You take the ticket from him and put it in your purse. “Anything else?”

Namjoon thinks on this for a moment, oblivious to your sarcasm before shaking his head. “No, that should be everything.” He smiles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips before turning around and running back upstairs.

You huff as you walk outside, bracing against the cold as you walk to your car, quickly getting in and turning up the heat to defrost yourself. You grab your phone and open your list, adding the sweater and the jewelers to it before putting it back in your purse and driving to the mall. 

You hate that it’s taken you until now, December 23rd, to get the last few things on your Christmas list, but this year has been unbelievably chaotic to say the least.

After Jimin’s new years proposal last year, wedding planning began and it was much harder for three people than for just two. There were engagement parties, celebration brunches, wedding showers, dinners, bachelor parties, your bachelorette party, dress shopping, tux fittings, hanbok try-ons, and everything else crammed into 11 short months as you all decided to get married at the end of November. You planned it to coincide with the end of Namjoon’s last heat so that there wouldn’t be anything to worry about on your honeymoon. Then you went on your honeymoon for three weeks in Bali, having just come back this past weekend, and now here you are, back in the snowy weather of Seoul, stuck shopping at the last minute. You should’ve just ordered things online. 

As expected, the mall is packed. You make your way through the crowds, picking up the things on your list one by one until the only two things left are to go to the jewelers, and maybe pick up some Christmas night lingerie to surprise your husbands with. 

You walk past the lingerie store and stop, noticing a cute bra that looks like a bow you can unwrap. You run your hand over the soft satin of the cloth, thinking about how it would look on you and if the boys would like it. 

“That would look great on you.”

The voice comes from behind you, and you go to scold the stranger when you turn around and see a familiar face.

“Aish, Jin do you want to die?” You punch him lightly on the arm, making him laugh.

“What? I’m just being honest.”

You roll your eyes before turning back to the lingerie. “I don’t know… What do you wear with something like this?”

Jin thinks on this for a minute, his eyes searching the store before landing on a pair of ruffled panties and red thigh high stockings in the same shade of red. “How about that?”

You hate to admit he’s right, but they would look good together. You nod, grabbing the bra in your size and then walking over to grab the rest of the set, watching Jin’s shocked expression as he follows you around the store, suddenly shy. You walk up to the checkout counter and quickly pay, taking the bag the cashier hands you before thanking them and walking back out of the store. 

“Wow, you actually listened to me?” Jin asks as you walk.

“It’s the first good idea you’ve ever had.” You snort. “And before you ask, no, you will never get to see me in them, even if you helped me pick them out.”

“Ah Y/N-ah, I would never. You’re a married woman now.”

“Like that has ever stopped you from being a creep.”

Jin only chuckles, offering to take some of the bags from your hands. “Lunch?”

You sigh, checking your watch. “I have one more stop to make and then sure.”

Jin follows behind you as you weave through the crowd, heading down to the jewelry store which is, of course, at the other end of the mall. When you arrive, you walk up to the counter and say hello.

“Hi, My husband has an order ready for pick up.”

“Name?”

“Kim Namjoon.” You take the pick up ticket out of your purse and hand it to the man who studies it carefully.

“One moment please.” The cashier disappears through the door behind him and you wait patiently. 

“Is he really making you pick up your own christmas presents?” Jin jokes. 

You shake your head. “No, it should be his new wedding ring.”

“What happened to the first one?”

“He… He lost it in Bali.” You admit.

“He didn’t even have it a month!” Jin snorts as the cashier comes back out with not one, but four boxes. He very carefully places them in a bag and then hands the bag to you. 

“There you are, have a wonderful rest of your day.”

“T-thank you.” You take the bag and then leave the store. Four boxes? What else did Namjoon get? This time Jin takes the lead and you follow close behind him to the food court. You both decide on some nice hot tteokbokki, grabbing a serving each before finding a seat at one of the empty tables. You unload all your bags onto the chair and table next to you before flopping down in your seat, already exhausted. 

“Tired?” Jin observes as he pops a rice cake in his mouth.

“Tired, cold, stressed…” You whine.

“What’s there to be stressed about? It’s the holidays.”

“That’s exactly what I’m stressed about.”

“Why?”

“Because.” You start, running your hands through your hair. “We left at the end of Joon’s last heat, so it’s been almost a month. I just don’t want a repeat of what happened last year.” You think back to Namjoon’s record nine day heat that lasted through the holidays and your legs ache at the thought. 

“So?” Jin shrugs. “Jeongguk’s is due soon too, you don’t see me stressed about it.” 

“It’s not the same. You don’t have to worry about Jeongguk, you guys weren't together last time I checked. You don’t have to help him… you know, multiple times a day.”

Jin pops a fish cake in his mouth. “So? I still help him out a lot.”

“You do?” This is new information. You thought Jin and Jeongguk were strictly roommates.

“Yeah.” Jin admits. “I mean, sure he brings people home a lot too, but when he feels like bottoming I don’t mind helping.” Jin smirks at the shocked expression on your face. “What’s that look for?”

“I just… I didn’t know you guys had benefits like that.”

Jin chuckles at your words. “You of all people know it’s easier to just stay home and deal with it.”

“Hm, I guess you’re right…” An image of Jin and Jeongguk suddenly flashes in your mind and you quickly shake it away, blushing. “I just hope it doesn’t last as long this time. If it does, I don’t think we’ll come to your party.”

“What? Why not?”

“Are you kidding?” You scoff, finishing the last bite of your food. “You want to put Namjoon and Jeongguk in the same room when they’re both in heat? That’ll go really well. It was bad enough when it was just one of them.”

“If I remember correctly, last year was your fault.”

“My fault?!”

“Kook told me what happened. That you had a certain someone between your legs. And it was your smell that set him off. You sent him into his heat two weeks early, you know.”

You huff, no you didn’t know that. “Well, maybe if Jeongguk knew how to knock it wouldn’t have mattered what we were doing!” 

Jin rolls his eyes at you. “Lock the door next time.”

“Seokjin-”

He throws his arms up in defense. “I’m just saying, that’s what I was told.”

“Whatever.” You cross your arms and lean back in your chair. 

“You know,” Jin begins. “That might not be a bad idea honestly.”

“What idea?” You eye him cautiously.

“What if we just locked them in a room together for their heats? I mean, I know they already want to.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him. “What do you mean they want to?”

“Oh come on Y/N, you can’t tell me you don’t see it. All the hushed whispering and secret conversations they have whenever they're together. Jeongguk has told me he would fuck all three of you if he had the chance.”

Your face flushes hot at Jin’s words. “T-that’s a terrible idea.”

“Is it?”

“Yes!” You feel like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him. “They’d tear the house apart. Or worse, each other.”

“You’re overthinking it. You should just let them have a little fun.”

“It’s not my choice.” You stand, gathering your things. “Namjoon is his own person, he has free will. If he wants to spend time with Jeongguk like that, it’s his decision. He knows that.”

Jin smirks, standing up with you and helping you get your bags. You’re silent as you walk back outside to your car, Jin following you once again, popping open the trunk so you can both put your many bags inside. You slam the trunk shut and move to say goodbye when Jin cups your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“I’ll let Jeongguk know that he has your permission.”

“He doesn’t- I mean- Ugh, Seokjin!” But it’s too late. He lets you go and waves goodbye as he disappears in the parking lot.

You climb into your car, starting the heat to try and warm away this strange feeling in your chest. You make your way back home, grabbing your bags before heading inside your house. Thankfully, both of your husbands seem to be otherwise occupied and you hurry up the stairs, hiding your bags in the back of your closet before grabbing the few Namjoon and Jimin asked you to pick up and slipping them into the corresponding closets as well before grabbing the bag from the jewelers and going to find Namjoon. 

You find him in his studio, headphones on, gaze fixed on the computer as he works on something on the screen. You smile, admiring the way his jaw juts out as he focuses. 

“Joon.” You tap him on the shoulder, not wanting to startle him. He turns and looks up, smiling when he sees you and taking his headphones off. 

“Y/N-ah!” He pulls you down to sit on his thigh and kisses you sweetly. “What took you so long? I thought I might have to send out a search party.”

“Ah, I ran into Jin and we had lunch.” You explain, placing the bag on his desk in front of him. “Got this for you.”

“Perfect, thank you love.” He kisses your cheek before you stand up. 

“Any idea where Jimin is?” You ask, as he rifles through the bag. 

“He got back from the grocery store not too long ago, and then I think I heard the shower turn on.”

“Okay, I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready.” You squeeze his shoulder before going to search for your other husband.

You wander down the hall to your bedroom and sure enough you hear the shower running. You could use a shower to wash the mall off of you. “Jimin?” You call out as you open the bathroom door. He doesn’t respond, so you begin to slip out of your clothes, leaving a trail behind you as you come to stand in front of the shower door, amazed by what's in front of you.

Jimin leans back against the wall of the shower, one hand pushing his hair back out of his face, the other is wrapped around his cock, stroking it in swift motions as he moans softly. 

“Am I interrupting?” You question, your voice low. 

Jimin jumps at the sound of your voice, startled by the sight of you. “N-noona,” He blushes as you open the door and slip into the shower with him. “I was just thinking about you.” He admits shyly.

“Oh?” You stand in front of him, leaning in for a kiss as you replace his hand with your own, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat. You squeeze his tip harshly, relishing in the gasp that leaves him.

“Oh god, how do you always know exactly what I need?” He groans, watching closely as you get down on your knees in front of him. 

“Years of practice.” You smirk at him before flicking your tongue out against his length, tasting him for the first time since your honeymoon. Jimin’s head falls back as you take his tip into your mouth, sucking on it gently before taking more and more of him in, little by little, driving him wild as you tease him. 

“Y-yeobo, please…” He whimpers, his fingers tangling in your hair as it dampens from the water cascading over both your bodies. 

You relent, stopping your teasing as you sink your mouth down on his cock, moaning when it hits the back of your throat. Jimin’s hips reflexively snap forward, trying to bury himself in the warmth of your mouth, and you let him, opening your throat and relaxing as he thrusts into you, already chasing his release. 

It doesn’t take long, he must’ve already been pretty close as he starts panting, his hips moving faster, but shallower. You stick your tongue out, dragging it along his length as you hollow your cheeks and start to suck hard. 

“Yes… Yes, god, fuck~” Jimin whines, his moans music to your ears. You look up, sneaking a peek at him like this and you swear you could orgasm from the sight alone.

Water trails down Jimin’s body, following the contours of his toned muscles from his neck down to his waist, his skin glistens in the low light of the bathroom. His hair is pushed back off his face, giving you a full view of his erotic expression; his eyes are squeezed shut as he focuses solely on the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him and his teeth dig into his lower lip, enjoying the sensation between his thighs. 

“Y-Y/N, ah~!” With a cry of your name, Jimin buries himself in the back of your throat, holding you against him as he cums. He cums hard, more than usual, and you can’t help your surprised expression as you pull off him, only to feel him paint your tongue and dribble on your lips.

Jimin’s legs shake as he comes down from his high, and you help him sit on the bench in the shower, taking a washcloth and gently cleaning him up as his eyes come back into focus and he wipes a bit you missed off your chin.

“You alright love?” You ask, mildly concerned. You haven’t seen Jimin cum that hard in months. 

He nods, his chest heaving. “Just been a minute.”

You think back and realize he’s right. You and Namjoon had sex a few days ago, but Jimin wasn't home, and he hasn’t done anything with you guys since three days before you came home from Bali. “Huh, I guess it has.”

 He stands up and pulls you with him, giving you a hot kiss that makes you dizzy with delight. “I’ve missed that mouth of yours.” He smirks, giving himself one last rinse before cracking the door. “Don’t tell Joon, but you’re still the best at that.”

“The best at what?” As if on cue, Namjoon strides into the bathroom, peeling his shirt off over his head.

“Nothing!” Jimin only smiles as he steps out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist as Namjoon walks up to him. Jimin takes the opportunity to plant a kiss on Namjoon’s lips. “Nothing at all Joon.”

Namjoon shrugs, slipping out of his pants and underwear and joining you in the shower as Jimin leaves the room. He gives you a squeeze as you both shower peacefully, exchanging the occasional kiss. 

When you’re finished, you both step out and dry yourselves off before heading into the bedroom to slip into some clean comfortable clothes. When you’re finished, you find Jimin in the kitchen starting dinner and quickly move to help him while Namjoon plops himself on the couch and turns on the tv. 

When the food is ready, you grab a serving for yourself and Namjoon, carrying them both over to the couch and sitting in the middle seat next to Namjoon. Jimin quickly finds his seat on your other side and the three of you dig in as you watch whatever documentary Namjoon turned on. Namjoon finishes first and quickly relaxes back against the couch, his hand resting on your thigh as he turns to you.

“I still can’t believe you had lunch with Jin.”

“Why not?”

“You had lunch with Jin?” Jimin asks, mouth full of rice. “Really?”

“Why is that so surprising?” You put your empty bowl on the table in front of you and lean back. 

“Last time we saw him, I honestly thought you were going to knock his lights out.” Namjoon states.

“Yeah.” Jimin agrees. “At the wedding reception.”

You roll your eyes as you remember what they’re referencing. “I wasn’t going to punch him. He was drunk and I was just trying to stop him from being so… handsy.” Your cheeks flush as you remember Jin’s large hands on your waist as you danced with him. He was very drunk, and his hands kept sliding down to your ass so you pushed him away and went to dance with someone else, but he was persistent until you had Jeongguk drag him away to go sit down. “We’re still friends, he just gets on my nerves a lot.”

“Is that why you had lunch? Did he apologize?” Jimin questions.

“Jin? Apologize? Please.” You scoff. “No, we ran into each other when I was looking for- well, it doesn’t matter. He helped me do some shopping and we just decided to get lunch.”

“How’s Jeongguk? Was he there?” You notice Namjoon’s ears perk up at this.

“He’s fine. Jin said he’s just busy.” You watch Namjoon’s adam's apple bob as he swallows hard. 

“That’s good.” Namjoon turns back to the tv. 

“Speaking of, Joonie,” You squeeze his thigh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He turns back to look at you.

“It’s just, Jin and I were talking and he said something I’ve been thinking about. How- Well, what do you think about Kook?”

“What do you mean?” He quirks his eyebrow and you see Jimin turn towards the conversation out of the corner of your eye, obviously interested.

“Do you… Do you have a thing for him?”

“W-what?” Namjoon’s face immediately flushes red. “I-I-”

“It’s okay if you do.” You move to calm him. “I’m just curious. Jin thinks you both might and that’s why your interactions can get so… heated.”

Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed. “I mean… I-I’ve thought about it… Once or twice… I just didn’t want to make anything weird, you know?”

You nod as Jimin chimes in. “Hyung, you know you can do whatever you want, right?”

“I know I just…” Namjoon sighs. “I wasn’t interested in just me and him. I didn’t want to do anything without you both there, and I didn’t know if that was something you’d be interested in.”

Now it’s your face flushing with heat. “You want us there with you? Like a foursome?”

Namjoon nods. “I only want it if you’re there too.”

“Hmm.” Jimin leans against you. “I’ve never thought about Jeongguk like that. He’s cute though, I wouldn’t mind.”

“You haven’t?” You turn to look at Jimin, genuinely surprised. 

He shakes his head. “Wait, have you?”

“Ah, um… After the New Year’s incident last year.” You giggle. “Joon, you are going to have to share us if you want us there.” You remind him, remembering the reason that fight started.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Namjoon smiles, laying himself across your laps. 

“Okay, just let us know what Jeongguk says.” Jimin runs his fingers through Namjoon’s hair. 

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You wake up two days later to the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen. You stretch your limbs to wake them up and then smile to yourself. It’s Christmas morning. You feel someone still pressed against your back and from the snores you know it’s Namjoon. You very carefully remove yourself from his embrace and climb out of bed. As silently as you can, you grab the few presents left that you wrapped last night before sneaking your way out of the bedroom, not wanting to disturb your sleeping husband.  

You find Jimin at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee as he scrolls through his phone. When he hears the bedroom door click shut he looks up, his eyes crinkling up with a grin as he sees you, arms full of gifts. 

“Morning love.” He mumbles, voice still low from the early hour. “Merry Christmas.”

You take the presents in your hands and arrange them with the rest under the tree before walking over to Jimin and pressing a sweet kiss against his lips.

“Merry Christmas Jimin.”

“Is he still asleep?” Jimin asks as you walk over to the counter where the coffee pot sits and pour yourself a steaming cup.

“Mhm.” You nod, taking a sip. “I’m sure he’ll be up soon. Breakfast?”

“You read my mind.”

You and Jimin decide on a simple breakfast, pancakes, and quickly get to work whipping up the batter and frying them up, knowing that if your absence in the bed doesn’t wake Namjoon up, the smell of food usually does. Sure enough, as you flip the first few onto a plate, you hear the bedroom door open and a half-awake Namjoon comes stumbling out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“Good morning Joonie. Merry Christmas.” You smile at him.

Namjoon shakes his head, as if suddenly remembering what day it is, and his tail begins to wag as the words immediately wake him, his face lighting up with excitement. “Merry Christmas Y/N-ah, Jimin!” He patters over to the kitchen and kisses both of you in turn. You push a plate full of pancakes into his hands and he grabs it, walking over and sitting down at the table. 

“Coffee?” Jimin asks as he pours himself another cup.

“Please.” Namjoon nods, mouth already full of pancakes.

Jimin pours one for Namjoon and then grabs his own plate and sits down across from Namjoon. When you’re done cooking, you take your plate of pancakes and join them at the table, the three of you eating quickly as anticipation for what’s under the tree sets in. When you’re finished, you all make short work of the dishes before heading into the living room and sitting on the floor around the tree. 

Namjoon begins passing out presents and it takes no time at all for the floor to be covered in shreds of wrapping paper. Clothes and games and accessories are discovered and thanks are shared all around until you get down to the last few presents. Jimin unwraps the sweater from Namjoon and gushes over how soft it is, then unwraps the scarf you got him to go with it and holds them both against him. Jimin hands you a gift and you tear into it to find a silky black babydoll and matching robe.

“I feel like this is more of a present for yourself.” You tease as you pull the fabric out of the wrapping, making Namjoon’s eyes go wide. 

Jimin smirks. “Maybe it is.”

You roll your eyes playfully and hand a box to Namjoon. “Here, this is from both of us.” You watch as he unwraps the new MIDI pad controller he’s been wanting for months, his face lighting up with joy as he thanks you both over and over. You both hand Jimin a box, his eyes sparkling as he pulls out a new winter coat from Dior he was talking about a few weeks ago, as well as a beautiful new watch and ring from Namjoon. “I love them, thank you.”

“Last one.” Namjoon states, holding a small box in his hands.

“Who’s it for?” You ask.

“You.” Namjoon states, handing you the box.

“From both of us.” Jimin adds, exchanging a glance with Namjoon.

You eye them both with suspicion before removing the wrapping paper, finding the smallest of the boxes you picked up from the jewelers the other day. You pop the box open and your breath leaves you as you stare down at the dazzling ring nestled in green velvet. It’s a large teardrop shaped diamond, surrounded by a circle of much smaller diamonds set on a silver band.

“A-an engagement ring?” You question, afraid to even touch the beautiful piece. 

“We’ve wanted to get you one since I proposed-” Jimin scoots closer to you and takes the box from your hand, taking the ring out and slipping it onto the ring finger of your left hand, right above your matching wedding band; the ring Jimin initially proposed with. 

“We just haven’t had enough time.” Namjoon finishes for him. 

“Better late than never.” Jimin adds, pressing a kiss to your knuckles below where the ring now sits. 

“It’s beautiful, thank you both so much.” You lean forward and wrap your arms around Jimin, knocking him back to the ground and giggling before giving him a long kiss. You let go and do the same to Namjoon, pushing him onto his back. “I’m so grateful to have you both in my life. I love you.”

“We love you too, noona.” Jimin squeezes you, pulling you down between them on the floor where they both wrap their arms around you.

The next several hours of the day are spent snuggled up on the couch with snacks and hot chocolate while you watch old holiday movies together, simply enjoying spending time with each other.

When it’s time for dinner, you make a delicious and warm pot of kalguksu and set the table, popping open a bottle of wine as you call the boys to eat. The three of you sit, eating, laughing, and drinking, but it isn’t until the meal begins to wind down that you notice Namjoon shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Anyone want to get in the hottub?” Jimin asks, finishing off his glass of wine, a tipsy flush to his cheeks.

“Mm, that sounds perfect.”

“I’ll get it set up.” Namjoon offers, quickly standing and making his way over to the sliding glass door and walking out onto the balcony.

You and Jimin take care of the dishes, his arms wrapped around your waist as you wash the last few, placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. 

“Should we skinnydip?” He asks, tugging at the hem of your sweater.

“We do have neighbors you know.” You remind him, spinning in his arms to face him. 

He shrugs. “Let them watch.” He kisses your lips before pulling your sweater up over your head and tossing it on one of the kitchen chairs, leaving you in just a bralette and a pair of festive pajama pants. 

Just then Namjoon walks back inside. “It’s ready.” He says as he walks toward the bedroom.

“Joon.” You call his name to stop him and he turns back to you, watching as you strip out of your remaining clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor before walking your nude self over to the door and disappearing out onto the balcony. 

You’re just sinking into the hot water as Jimin and Namjoon walk out the door, their hands covering their indecency as they move to join you in the tub. The three of you relax, letting the warmth of the tub soothe your woes and keep you warm on the chill winter night. You sink down to your neck, closing your eyes as you do. 

Jimin’s hand rests on your thigh, squeezing it, and you feel Namjoon shifting next to you. When Namjoon’s hand also finds your thigh, you slightly open one of your eyes and look over to see his ears twitching irritably on top of his head. You watch as he repeatedly stretches his neck like he’s trying to crack it as his cheeks start getting more and more red as he sits restlessly.

“Joon…?” As you sit up his eyes snap to meet yours and he grabs your thigh, pulling it toward him and signaling you to move over next to him.

You scooch over in the water, seating yourself beside him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder, gripping your chin with his other hand and tilting your face up towards his before his lips lock onto yours, exchanging a heated kiss. As he kisses you, his hand drops from your chin, grabbing your own hand and leading it between his legs where he really wants to be touched. Where he suddenly needs to be touched.

You break the kiss, pulling back to meet his gaze, your fingers just barely grazing him, and your eyes soften with understanding. You look at him sympathetically, knowing how much he hates when it comes out of nowhere, but you can tell just from the sight of him.

His heat is here. 

You should’ve expected it to come early, but you had hoped… God had you hoped.

You risk the top half of your torso to the cold as you get up and seat yourself in his lap, pulling him to you as your lips find his once more. His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as he immediately flicks his tongue into your mouth. The hand already between your bodies grabs his throbbing length and you quickly move it between your thighs, sinking down on him without a second thought as you both whine at the sudden pleasure. 

“Fuck…” You gasp, relishing in the way he spreads you open. 

Jimin opens his eyes at your noise, taking in the sight before him and groaning. “Oh shit, I only closed my eyes for five minutes.” He jokes, moving over to sit beside Namjoon. 

“Chim, it’s h-here.” You warn him, nodding at the man underneath you. Jimin raises his eyebrow and looks over at Namjoon, studying him the same way you did only a few moments ago, realization dawning on his features.  

“Aw Joon hyung, your heat came early?” 

Namjoon can only nod, thrusting up into you, his brow furrowed in concentration as he focuses on the feeling of you around his cock. You see Jimin wrap his hand around his own hardening length and move to replace it with your own, giving his tip a harsh squeeze before stroking him at a rapid pace. 

“Ah, shit…” Jimin curses, the sound rumbling in his chest as his head falls back from your touch, his eyes never leaving the image of you bouncing in Namjoon’s lap. It doesn’t take long before you feel Jimin’s hands on your ass, his fingers finding their way to your core before teasingly pressing against your remaining empty hole, causing you to cry out.

“Jimin~!” You squeak, your hands gripping Namjoon’s shoulders tightly. 

“Shh, Y/N, you’re the one who was worried about the neighbors.” Jimin chides. But as the words come out of his mouth, a low growl sounds from Namjoon’s throat and his hips suddenly stop with one last harsh slam upwards, and you feel his cum filling you up. “Joon, don't pull out yet, remember how long it took us to clean the hot tub last time.”

Namjoon nods, resting for a moment before scooping you up, exposing your body to the cold air before depositing you on the deck, quickly following behind you so nothing drips into the water. Jimin comes with you, his length bouncing, and Namjoon hands you both towels as you shiver and make your way into the house. You head to the bathroom, drying yourself off and cleaning between your folds when an idea pops into your head. As Namjoon and Jimin come into the bathroom, you slip out and head to your closet, pulling open your underwear drawer and retrieving the bra you bought until your eyes land on the black lingerie set Jimin got you. You hesitate, trying to decide which one to wear, and eventually choose the black set, you’ll keep the other one for later. 

You slip the chemise over your body and slide into the silky robe, loosely fastening it around your waist before sneaking back into the bedroom and climbing into the bed, trying to find a comfortable, but seductive position on the mattress. You prop yourself up on your side, one hand holding your head up, the other lazily dangling in front of your stomach. 

Jimin is the first out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist as he stops cold, his eyes raking over your body. “Wow…” He breathes, his erection still obvious beneath the cover.

Namjoon is close behind, walking into Jimin, confused as to why the other man has stopped until his gaze follows Jimin’s, finally spotting you. “Holy shit…”

They both quickly ditch their towels, scrambling to join you on the bed. Jimin pulls you toward him, planting his lips on yours as he squeezes your waist. You feel Namjoon at your back, his hardened length pressing against you with need as he pulls the robe off your shoulder, his mouth caressing the bare skin there as his hand wraps around to your front and immediately slips between your legs. His fingers slide into your folds and you moan into Jimin’s mouth, your senses set alight by the feeling of both their hands on you. 

“I’m so glad I bought this for you.” Jimin mumbles, tracing your breasts over the fabric. “It looks so good on you baby.” Jimin’s tongue passes your lips, enveloping your mouth with his sweet taste as his own hand joins Namjoon’s between your legs, bypassing your clit, which Namjoon has started drawing circles around, and pushing two fingers directly into your entrance. 

“Jimin~” You gasp, gripping his arm in an attempt to steady yourself. Namjoon places a gentle bite on your neck, just beneath your ear as his fingers wander lower, slithering two fingers in with Jimin’s and stretching you open so deliciously. You throw your head back with a whine, fragmenting at the feeling of them both thrusting inside you at separate paces.

It isn’t long before Namjoon is frustrated with the lack of friction for himself, grabbing your waist and pulling you over so that you’re facing him instead and hooking your leg over his waist as he rolls onto his back, situating you on top of him again, making both you and Jimin laugh at his impatience. 

“Joon, all you had to do was ask.” Jimin giggles, grabbing the elder boy’s cock and lining it up with your entrance for you, watching closely as you slide down on Namjoon to the hilt.

“Shit…” Namjoon groans deep in his chest as he fills you again, his hands gripping your waist tightly, his jaw clenched as he lets out a harsh breath through his teeth. “I couldn’t wait to feel this tight cunt anymore.”

“J-Jimin… Kiss me~” You whimper, pulling Jimin toward you. Jimin smirks, tugging the robe off your shoulders and tossing it to the floor. He moves to capture your lips, but stops and you watch as he looks to Namjoon first

“Hyung,” Jimin reaches behind him and smacks his own ass lightly a few times in question.

“Fuck yes.” Namjoon immediately acquiesces, tugging Jimin’s waist toward him, and making the blonde boy straddle his face.

Namjoon’s hands leave your waist, grabbing Jimin’s instead as he buries his face between Jimin’s cheeks. You can’t see what he’s doing, but you know by the lewd slurping sounds, and the sweet whimpers leaving Jimin’s mouth that he is ravishing Jimin, one of his favorite activities when he’s in heat. 

When Jimin has situated himself comfortably on Namjoon’s lips, he leans forward, guiding your face toward his and kissing you desperately. It’s sloppy, but sweet, Jimin’s tongue making your legs weak as you bounce yourself in Namjoon’s lap.

You reach a hand down and grab Jimin’s cock, stroking it slowly, swallowing the moan that leaves Jimin’s mouth. Jimin slides the straps of your chemise down, exposing your breasts to him and pinching one of your nipples between his fingers in retaliation. Your core contracts harshly around Namjoon at the added stimulation, and you hear him groan as his hips still for only a moment, filling you with his cum once again before he continues thrusting up into you, slipping two fingers into Jimin as he does. 

Jimin’s close, you can see it on his face as your palm rubs tight circles against his tip, watching his face contort from the pleasure. It’s when Namjoon adds a third finger, already sucking on his perineum, that Jimin comes undone, moaning loudly as he throws his head back. You stroke him quickly, watching his chest heave as he cums, painting Namjoon’s stomach and yours with white lines of his release. 

Jimin pulls you in for one last hot kiss before pushing Namjoon’s fingers away and climbing off of him, panting heavily. As he calms down, you watch as Jimin licks his sticky release off of Namjoon’s stomach, and then your own before his tongue continues upwards toward your breasts. He sucks each of them into his mouth in turn, leaving bite marks in his wake as he toys with you, setting your body on fire with his mouth and tongue before bending down and doing the same to Namjoon. 

With a hard pinch of his nipples, Namjoon’s hips stutter again and you feel his cock spasming, his hot release spurting inside you a third time, his chest heaving.

“One- One more.” He groans, never softening.

“One more?” Jimin asks, sitting back and looking at the mess of a man beneath him. “Hyung…”

“Y/N hasn’t- not yet…” Namjoon whines, his hips kicking up into you again more aggressively, gripping your waist hard enough to bruise.

“Noona, you haven’t?” Jimin turns to you. You shake your head, your face flushing with some sort of emotion. Embarrassment? Arousal? You aren’t entirely sure. “Well, we can’t have that.” Jimin smiles smugly, grabbing something out of the bedside table before shuffling behind you on the bed. “Bend over noona, we’ll get you sorted.”

You’re not sure if Jimin’s words are a promise or a threat, but you obey anyway, bending over to press your chest against Namjoon’s, whose arms slide up your back, holding you close. 

“Oh god, Joon, your cum is dripping everywhere. Fuck that’s so hot…” You feel Jimin’s hands on your ass, massaging the flesh before bringing his hand down to smack it. Then you feel his mouth, pressing kisses down your spine, lower and lower until his tongue flicks against your puckered rim, much like Namjoon did to him earlier. He moves quickly, spreading you open so fast your head starts spinning; first with his tongue, then one finger, then two, whispering encouragement the entire time. 

When he deems you ready, you feel the cold drips of lube as he slickens your back entrance and then himself. And then you feel it, the tip of his cock, hard once more, as it presses against you with purpose. Your hands search for purchase, finding the sheets and gripping them until your knuckles turn white, forcing all the tightening in your body to your fingers as you relax your lower half for Jimin, allowing him to inch inside your ass, slowly but surely, until he’s fully seated inside you.

“Ohhh my… hnnng fuck~” Your breath shakes as you exhale, feeling so full, so deliciously and wonderfully full. It’s been so long since you’ve had them both inside you that you almost forgot how incredible it feels. Namjoon, focusing mostly on his own release, wiggles his hips impatiently, causing both you and Jimin to whimper. 

“Fuck, hyung.” Jimin swears under his breath, but Namjoon ignores him, his hips continuing their assault on your center. “Shit…” Jimin pulls back and begins thrusting into you at his own pace, slower and deeper than his elder, feeling every inch of you with each pass. Namjoon is faster, chasing his final high as he bites down at the junction of your neck and shoulder, leaving a bright red mark behind like he always does on the first day of his heat. 

Your entire body is swirling with pleasure, and you know it won’t be much longer before your body shatters into an orgasm. Every nerve feels like it’s been sparked, and with the way their cocks are moving independently of each other inside you makes you feel like you’re going to explode. 

Namjoon cums first, a loud groan erupting from the back of his throat as he fills you one last time with his warmth. He buries himself inside you, pressing into your g-spot as he ruts his hips against you rapidly to milk his high, cumming more than he did the first three times. You follow shortly behind Namjoon, colors bursting as you squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, afraid you might split into pieces as your body shakes from the force of your orgasm, moaning loudly. The contracting of your center is too much for Jimin and he cums right after you, his hands landing on top of Namjoon’s on your hips and whimpering as his release spurts inside you, slamming his cock as deep within you as he can get it as he does everything he can to not collapse on top of you. 

The three of you lay there, panting, exhausted, and sweaty as you come down from bliss together. Namjoon’s hands release your waist, caressing you and Jimin’s sides softly as he waits for you both to be cognizant. 

After a long moment, Jimin sits up, rubbing your back soothingly as he carefully pulls out of you and then lifts your hips off of Namjoon’s length, allowing all of their releases to spill out and dribble down onto Namjoon’s stomach. You lay there as Jimin gets off the bed and walks to the bathroom. You hear the sink running for a bit before it turns off again and Jimin returns to the room, climbing back onto the bed behind you.

“Shit, noona…” Jimin whines. You lift your head and look over your shoulder to see him staring at your center. “You look so good like this.” He leans over to the bedside table and grabs his phone. You hear the ‘click’ of the camera shutter and sit up.

“Jimin, really?”

“Mm, definitely saving that one for later.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to your shoulder before you feel the warmth of a damp washcloth on your center, delicately swiping up between your legs to clean you up. He helps you roll off of Namjoon onto your back on the bed, finishing you before moving onto wiping up Namjoon’s length, being careful not to arouse the black-haired boy again, but Namjoon is already half asleep, stretching as Jimin tugs the covers up over his elder’s body.

Jimin tosses the cloth into the laundry before sliding under the covers with you both, sandwiching you in the middle as he readjusts the straps of your silk dress back onto your shoulders, giving you one last kiss before snuggling up at your side.

“You okay?” He whispers in your ear, laying his arm across your waist. 

“Mm, just sleepy.” You nod, snuggling into him.

Namjoon rolls over toward you, his arm resting just below Jimin’s. “Merry Christmas my loves.” He mutters, eyes already closed. 

“Merry Christmas.” Jimin responds, giving you both a squeeze.

“Merry Christmas.” You echo, settling into their embraces and quickly drifting off to sleep.

.

The next two days go about how you imagined they would. Namjoon’s heat is relentless this time, always needing three or four releases until he passes out for a few hours. You and Jimin take the downtime to rest and eat, not having time or energy for much else. When he wakes up he’s always ready to go immediately, and you and Jimin have both found yourselves bouncing in Namjoon’s lap as you force him to eat something. Anything while he fucks you. He tries, but his body is focused on one thing, and one thing only. 

During the latest rest period, you’re sitting on the couch, Namjoon’s head in Jimin’s lap as he sleeps. You and Jimin are exhausted to say the least, having both already gone head to head with his heat five times today. You run your fingers through Namjoon’s hair as your head rests on Jimin’s shoulder, humming along to the song playing on the tv when your phone goes off on the table next to you. You mindlessly reach over with your free hand as it dings again and pick it up, bringing the phone up to your face to find a few texts from Jin.

Jin (7:39 pm): hey Jin (7:40 pm): what time tomorrow? Jin (7:49 pm): do you want us to bring anything? Jin (7:50 pm): hello?

You turn to Jimin. “Hey did we invite Jin over for something tomorrow that I forgot about?”

“Not that I can think of?” Jimin whispers, not wanting to wake his sleeping elder. “Why?” You hold your phone out to him, showing him the conversation. “Huh, no I don’t remember saying anything.”

You pull the phone back and shoot Jin a response.

You (7:51 pm): Tomorrow?

It takes him no time at all to respond.

Jin (7:51 pm): Tomorrow. Jin (7:51 pm): You guys invited us over for dinner? Jin (7:52 pm): At least that’s what Kook told me?

“Dinner?” You look down at the sleeping boy next to you. “Joon invited them for dinner.” 

“Dinner?” Jimin repeats. “For what?”

“I don’t know. Is that okay, do you think? With his heat the way it is?”

Jimin thinks on this for a bit. “I’m not sure. I mean, if Namjoon invited them, he must think he can handle it, right?”

You sigh, running your fingers through Namjoon’s hair again, admiring his blissfully sleeping face, knowing he would give almost anything to be normal, especially when he’s in his heat. “I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

You (7:57 pm): Tomorrow then. 6ish? Bring dessert. Jin (7:58 pm): Dessert it is

You put your phone back on the table, turning your attention back to the tv when Namjoon shifts in Jimin’s lap, stretching his arms out as he wakes up, feeling you both next to him and giving your thigh a squeeze as he opens his eyes and looks up at you both. 

“What time is it?” He mumbles, rubbing his eyes. 

“Eight.” Jimin responds, brushing the black hair off Namjoon’s forehead. “Did you have a nice nap?”

Namjoon nods, smile still laced with sleep as he looks up at you. “I always sleep better when I’m next to-” He pauses, his ears flattening on his head. “Next to you…” He finishes, shaking his head. 

“What’s wrong Joonie?”

He sits up and looks around the room. “I don’t know. Something feels… off.”

“Off?” You and Jimin exchange a glance.

Namjoon nods. “Like an itch I can't scratch.” He stands up and immediately begins to pace around the room, sniffing, searching for the source of his discomfort. After a minute or so, he flops down onto the floor, a pout plastered on his face as he looks up at you both; ears flat, tail drooping.

You’ve only seen him like this one other time, near the start of your relationship, it was the first time you were introduced to Namjoon’s heats. It had been just the two of you, Jimin wasn’t in the picture yet, and Namjoon looked at you with that same sad face, much more frantic the first time it happened, unable to figure out what was wrong until you wrapped your arms tightly around him and gave him the thing he craved: comfort.

“Joon do you… Do you need to nest?”

“N-nest?” His ears perk up at this, his face flushing bright pink, but he can’t hide the way his tail betrays him, wagging at the thought. “I haven’t done that in so long…”

“Do you think it’s what you need? Is that the feeling?” You question. Namjoon thinks on this for a long moment before looking back up at the two of you and nodding. You quickly turn to Jimin. “Okay. Chim, can you go get the roll out beds from the closet?”

Jimin smiles, happy to help and disappears into the guestroom. You and Namjoon find all the blankets and pillows in the house, bringing them to the living room and depositing them in a pile on the floor. The three of you work quickly, moving the couches and tables out of the way before rolling out the mattresses on the floor in their place, creating a large base for Namjoon to work. 

It takes a bit, you and Jimin watching as Namjoon arranges things to his liking; situating every pillow and blanket to offer him maximum comfort, using the sides of the couches to create a barrier before he finally declares that he’s done, plopping down into the pile as you and Jimin walk over. You can only survey Namjoon’s work for a moment before he yanks the both of you down onto the floor with him, pulling you both close and snuggling down in between you, sighing softly with contentment. 

“Feel better?” You ask, wrapping your arms tightly around Namjoon.

“You were right, this was exactly what I needed.” Namjoon smiles warmly, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply. “Thank you, love.”

With the added comfort, Namjoon is rapidly pulled back into sleep, allowing you time to explain to Jimin about the last time this happened and what to expect before you both turn back to mindlessly watch tv, not knowing how long this nap is going to last. 

Not very long.

It’s only about thirty minutes before Namjoon wakes up again, stretching as his nose goes up in the air, inhaling deeply before turning to you, his hand slipping between your legs. 

“Joon-”

“You smell good, baby.” He growls, his fingers pushing your shorts to the side and slipping under your panties, swiftly dancing through your folds. 

You let out a soft sigh, unable to deny how good his fingers feel between your thighs. He dips them into your entrance, gathering your wetness for only a moment before pulling them back out and bringing his hand up to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick up the taste of you as he groans. 

In no time, Namjoon has pulled your shorts and underwear off and is laying on his stomach, arms hooked under your legs as his mouth finds your center, his plush lips sucking on the sensitive flesh before dragging his tongue across your clit. You throw your head back from the bolt of pleasure that surges up your spine, moaning at the feeling. Namjoon’s always been so good at eating you, taking pleasure in doing it, and knowing exactly which spots to hit, which buttons to press to get you worked up in no time at all. 

Jimin smirks at the two of you, scooting up to your side and guiding your lips to his; biting down on your bottom lip before deftly slipping his tongue into your mouth. Namjoon’s tongue wanders lower and Jimin’s hand slides up under your shirt, pinching your nipple at the same time Namjoon’s tongue finds your entrance, prodding into it as his nose grazes against your bud over and over. Your hands find purchase in Namjoon’s hair when he thrusts three fingers deep inside you, stretching your walls deliciously as his tongue makes its way back up to your clit, dragging the muscle across it until you’re panting with need. 

“Joon, fuck~” You whimper, breaking the kiss with Jimin as you tug the elder boy closer to your core, suddenly desperate for release. 

Jimin notices how far gone you already are and changes his target, moving down to sit on his knees behind Namjoon, tapping the boy’s hips to get them up for him. Namjoon obeys, lifting his hips and you watch through lidded eyes as Jimin pulls Namjoon’s boxers off. He tosses them to the side before slickening his fingers with spit and tracing them around Namjoon’s entrance, watching as it pulses eagerly to be filled. Jimin acquiesces, pushing two fingers past the resistance as Namjoon groans against you, sending vibrations through your nerves. 

Namjoon wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he rubs his fingers against the inside of your walls, finding that spot inside you that makes you melt and pressing against it relentlessly, having to hold your thighs down as he does. In a matter of seconds, you cum on his tongue, gripping his hair between your fingers until your knuckles turn white, your toes curling next to his head as your body shivers beneath him.

Namjoon coasts you through your orgasm, but as the feeling fades, he doesn’t stop, only lessening the strength of his mouth on you, making you whine loudly from overstimulation. He ignores you, and you sit up to protest just in time to see Jimin on his knees, his cock slick with lube as he presses it between Namjoon’s cheeks, filling him with his thick, throbbing length. 

Namjoon moans low and long, his mouth releasing you and his fingers stilling as Jimin fills him a little quicker than he probably should, but Namjoon seems to be relishing in the way Jimin slides inside of him, so you only watch, mouth agape with fascination as Jimin’s eyes squeeze shut, his hands finding Namjoon’s lower back as his hips smack against his elder’s ass. 

“S-shit hyung…” Jimin curses, his breathing heavy. 

Namjoon doesn’t respond, only grabbing your thighs and pulling you against his mouth again, groaning as his tongue dips back into your folds. 

“Joon~!” You squeak when you feel his fingers begin to pick up their pace again.

You sit up on your elbows, watching as Jimin leans over Namjoon, fucking him roughly. Your eyes flick down to Namjoon’s face between your legs, his eyes are closed as he ravishes you, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration as he drags his tongue up your slit. Namjoon whimpers into you when Jimin’s pace increases, knowing that neither of them are going to last much longer. 

“Joonie,” You whine, trying to lift his face to look at you. His eyes open and flick up to meet your gaze before pulling off you with a lewd slurp. “Fuck me…” 

Namjoon nods, looking over his shoulder at Jimin who heard your plea, and slowly pulls out of Namjoon, allowing him to sit up. You look down at his cock, hot and red with need and notice a puddle of his white release on the blanket under him, realizing that he’s already cum at least twice. He ignores it, simply scooting up between your thighs and leaning over you, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes his cock inside you. He goes slowly, agonizingly so, and when he seats himself inside you, you feel his hips twitch as he cums a third time, the squeeze of your walls too much for him today.

Namjoon stills himself and waits patiently for Jimin to reenter him, gasping as Jimin’s length stretches him open again. Namjoon immediately begins moving, fucking you and himself at a rapid, unforgiving pace as he matches the speed of Jimin’s hips against him. The room is filled with the loud squelching coming from between both your legs, along with the delicate, desperate moans coming from all three of you. 

Your body is drowning in pleasure as Namjoon brings his thumb down to circle your clit, his cock filling you perfectly over and over. Your head feels underwater, your mind only able to process the waves of pleasure as they surge through your body. It takes no time at all for your second orgasm to creep up, washing over you with a loud cry and pulling you into its embrace. You hear Namjoon curse above you, but you’re too wrapped up in your own bliss to think anything of it. 

Your core spasms around Namjoon’s length, forcing him into another orgasm as he slams his hips against you, burying himself to the hilt as he cums, his chest heaving with the effort before he collapses on top of you. Jimin isn’t far behind, falling into the domino effect as Namjoon tightens around him, bringing his orgasm up fast and slamming it into him as he fills Namjoon with his warmth. 

Jimin pulls out and collapses on the blankets next to you, panting heavily as he tries to bring his mind back to reality. Namjoon tries to get up but you pull him back to you for a sweet kiss before letting him. He very gingerly pulls out of you before stretching his arms above his head as you both sit up. You look down at the mess he made on the blankets before looking over at Jimin to see his breathing has finally returned to normal. You grab the dirtied blanket and stand up, making your way to the bathroom. You toss the soiled piece in the laundry basket before cleaning yourself up, careful of your sensitive folds, before grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water.

You make your way back out to the living room, to find your boys already snuggled together and Namjoon already fast asleep. You kneel down and gently wipe both of them up, getting a soft ‘thank you’ from Jimin as you walk back to the bathroom to dispose of the cloth and pull on a t-shirt. As you walk back into the living room, you can hear Jimin’s soft snores have joined Namjoon’s and you giggle to yourself, laying yourself down on Jimin’s free side and curling up to his body, pulling a blanket over the three of you before settling down to sleep.

.

The next morning you wake up to the sounds of soft panting and someone holding back their moans, you open your eyes to see Jimin’s face buried in the sheets next to you, muffling the sounds of his whimpers as Namjoon pounds into him roughly from behind. Neither of them are looking at you, so you simply sit back and enjoy the show.

You’ve always loved watching the two of them together, but especially now, when they don’t know you’re paying attention, you focus on the little ways their bodies react to each other; Jimin’s hips pressing back against Namjoon, begging for more; and Namjoon’s hand placement, one on Jimin’s lower back, arching it for him while caressing the skin there, the other gripping Jimin’s waist firmly, occasionally letting go to place a harsh smack against his ass. 

You watch Namjoon’s hips still for the second time since you woke up and your gaze flicks up to his face, obsessed with the way his head falls back, his mouth open, a low groan vibrating from his chest as his hips start moving again within seconds. Jimin’s hands fist the blankets beneath him, crying out as Namjoon immediately returns to his rapid, almost brutal pace. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab Jimin’s length where it bounces between his legs. Jimin jolts, his head shooting up to find where the extra stimulus is coming from, and his glazed eyes meet yours, a whine falling from his parted lips. 

“N-noona…” He gasps. “I couldn’t- He wouldn’t wait, I’m sorry.”

You bring your free hand up to his face and cup his cheek. “It’s okay Chim, I know.”

Jimin only moans as a smack reverberates throughout the room, causing you to tighten your grip on his cock. You chance a glance up at Namjoon to see his eyes have opened and his heated gaze is currently trained on you, desire obvious on his features, panting heavily as he nears his final release. It doesn’t take much longer, a few more pumps and Namjoon comes undone, eyes rolling back in his head as he slams into Jimin, filling the blonde to the brim with his hot cum. 

“H-hyung!” Jimin pouts as Namjoon pulls out of him and collapses onto the makeshift bed next to him. “I was so close…”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Namjoon’s chest heaves as he speaks, eyes half closed. “I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

You grab some tissues from the pack you brought out last night and use them to wipe Namjoon up as sleep begins to claim him. “I’ll take care of him Joonie, you get some rest, okay? Breakfast when you get up.” Namjoon nods, rolling over and quickly falling asleep. “Come on Jimin, let’s take a shower.”

You stand and take Jimin’s hand, pulling him with you as you make your way back to the bedroom, but before you can lead him into the bathroom, Jimin stops, tugging you toward him as he shuts the bedroom door behind you. 

“Your turn.” He growls, tossing you onto the bed. 

“Jimin!” You giggle.

“Just a quick one?” He begs, his eyes pleading as he climbs on top of you, his cock still hard as ever. 

“I figured we’d do it in the shower, but here works too.” You relent, smiling at him. 

Jimin leans down and presses his lips against yours as he settles himself between your legs, his length brushing your folds, already soaked from watching their display. He makes quick work of your t-shirt, tossing it on the floor as he finds your entrance, swallowing the gasp that leaves your mouth as he stretches you open. 

“Jimin~” You whimper as he holds himself still inside you, a smirk on his face as his lips move to your neck, sucking on the sweet spot just below your ear as his hips begin to move.

Jimin fucks you slowly, sensually, hitting every spot inside you that makes you weak, his mouth constantly moving from your neck to your shoulder, and then back to your lips, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he can reach as he pushes into you over and over, lighting up your nerves like sparks. 

In no time at all, your head is reeling from the pleasure he provides, his thick cock filling you just right with every thrust. You’re keening into his every touch, your body rapidly hurtling you towards your high in a matter of minutes. Jimin’s soft moans quickly get higher and higher, alerting you that he’s right there with you, feeling everything that your body feels as the two of you simply can’t get enough of each other. 

A few more well placed thrusts, coupled with his lips moving against yours again, and your bodies come undone, your highs surrounding you with bliss as you moan each other’s names. You feel Jimin’s warmth fill you as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, his breathing as heavy as your own. The two of you lay like this for a while, tangled together as you relish in this unusually soft moment. Neither of you usually have time for anything like this during Namjoon’s heats, used to the older boy’s rough and needy pace, but you both needed it. 

Jimin carefully pulls out, placing one last kiss against your lips as he sits back on his knees with a sigh, smiling down at your flushed body. He holds his hand out to you, and you take it, allowing him to pull you up off the bed with him and tug you into the bathroom. He starts the shower and you both hop in, quickly cleaning yourselves up and sudsing down your tired bodies. You discuss what to make for dinner, and decide to send Jimin to the store to get ingredients while you take care of Namjoon.

When you’re clean, you both dress and Jimin heads to the store. You walk back out into the living room to see Namjoon is still fast asleep. You lay down next to him and snuggle up to his side, brushing his hair out of the way as you admire his sleeping face. You feel bad, knowing his heat must really be taking its toll on him if he’s sleeping this much in between. You sigh and turn on the tv, enjoying the peaceful moment while it lasts. 

After about an hour, Namjoon stirs, his eyes fluttering open as his grip tightens around you, pulling you close.

“Hi there.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“Hi baby.” He mumbles, sniffing the air, still not fully awake. “Where’s Jimin?”

“Store,” You state. “We needed a few things for tonight.”

“Tonight?” Namjoon stretches as he sits up. 

“Yeah, for dinner.” You explain. “Apparently you invited Jin and Jeongguk over.”

“Jin?” Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “That’s tonight? It’s the 28th already?”

“Time flies when all you do is sleep. And fuck.” You joke, standing up and walking over to the kitchen. “Are you going to be okay or should we cancel?”

“I-I’ll be fine.” Namjoon nods, following close behind you. “I’ll be good.” He adds, knowing what you’re worried about.

“I know you will, Joonie.” You open the fridge and search its contents. “Speaking of, what is this dinner for anyway?”

“Well… I just wanted to be nice, I guess.”

“Mm.” You eye him carefully. “So this has nothing to do with you wanting to sleep with Jeongguk?”

“What?” Namjoon bursts. “N-not really, why would you think that?”

“I’m just asking.” You shrug. “Now, breakfast? Or, well,” You look at the clock on the stove. “Lunch?”

“I can think of one thing I want to eat.” Namjoon growls, grabbing your waist.

You smack his hands away. “Nope.”

“What?” He pouts, reaching for you again.

“After you eat. If you’re going to behave tonight I need you to eat something first.”

Namjoon narrows his eyes at you before he rolls them. “Fine.” 

“Good boy.”

You make a quick lunch for the two of you and have him sit at the table as he eats. When he’s done, you also make him go take a shower, knowing this might be the only time he can take one undistracted before your guests arrive. He relents, quickly making his way to the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and relax in the nest, scrolling on your phone as you wait for him to come back. 

When he’s done, he walks back into the living room and flops down next to you in the makeshift bed, pulling you close to him and nuzzling his face into your neck. He doesn’t try anything for a bit, enjoying just being next to you and watching a movie. 

Halfway through the movie, however, his hands start to wander, caressing your waist and breasts before he slides a hand between your legs, fingers pressing lightly against your folds as you feel his length start to poke at your back. You roll over in his arms and push his back down against the blankets, tugging his boxers down before seating yourself between his legs and taking his length in your hand, giving the base a tight squeeze before beginning to stroke him. 

Namjoon’s head falls back at your touch, moaning lowly as you provide him with the relief he craves. You lean down, your elbows on either side of his hips and take his tip into your mouth, sucking harshly on it as your hand continues to squeeze him. Namjoon gasps, his hips bucking up as you sink your mouth down slowly, enveloping him with your lips until you have the entirety of his length in your throat. 

Just as you swallow around him, you hear the front door open, and as you repeat the motion, causing Namjoon to whimper, Jimin comes up the stairs, his hands full of grocery bags. 

“Oh my god…” Jimin groans at the sight before him, nearly dropping the bags. You shoot him a wink, pulling off Namjoon. 

“Can you get everything started?” You ask, stroking Namjoon roughly. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Jimin nods, cursing under his breath as he walks into the kitchen. 

You turn your attention back to Namjoon, wrapping your lips around his tip again and flicking your tongue against the underside of his head, digging it into the sensitive spot just below his ridge as he gasps, his hands lacing in your hair as he holds your head still. You feel his release paint your tongue and swallow before sinking down lower, enjoying the whimper that leaves his mouth as you do. 

“One… One more.” Namjoon gasps, already panting. 

“Mm.” You acknowledge him, your mouth never leaving his length as you begin to bob your head up and down, dragging your tongue along his underside as you do.

Namjoon guides your movements, his hands never leaving your hair as he directs you, shallow at first, then deeper and deeper until he buries himself in the back of your throat, holding himself there for several seconds before he allows you to pull back and breathe, a string of saliva connecting you to his length as your lungs gasp for breath. 

“Shit…” Namjoon grunts at the sight of you before pulling you back toward him, immediately thrusting into your throat and holding himself there, repeating this process over and over, barely giving you time to breathe in between, too wrapped up in the tightening of your throat around him. 

You bring a hand up to fondle his balls and that’s what finally sends him over the edge, his hot cum spurting down your throat as he ruts himself against your face, milking the feeling for as long as he can before his body relaxes against the blankets with a sigh.

You pull off of him, licking your lips and swallowing any remaining cum before sitting back on your knees, admiring the shell of a man beneath you. “Good?” You ask.

Namjoon nods, already curling up in the blankets and pillows. “Thank you baby.” He mutters. You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek before leaving him to rest and getting up to join Jimin in the kitchen; trying to prepare yourself for one hell of a night that awaits you.

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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m) l ch. VI

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 6,192

Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), kook gets pissed, jk mother is asdhjf!, mommy issues, lots of family drama/in-laws, fighting, manipulative parent, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues, jk being good hubby to oc, mild sexting, sexual content

Sexual warnings: bl*wj*b, jk c*mes on her t*tt*es, d*rty talk

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: um so this got over 6k which i know isn't amazing but for me its big deal okay?! haha! Anyway Part VI here we go! No flashbacks in this chapter because of ch.V buuut, I have a little gift for you and me. Hope you enjoy!! 💞 also pls vote if youd be so kind 😙

<< ch. V ༓ ch. VII >> | series masterlist

Living in the country for over thirty years, the Jeons were known to be excruciatingly slow and cautious drivers. The town was tiny, roads were narrow, and no one was ever in a rush to get anywhere apart from maybe the farmers market.

Once when Jungkook first got his license he took one hand off the steering wheel and his mother almost had a heart attack, saying it was “reckless of him to put them in danger”. It was from that moment forward that Jungkook always made sure to drive at 10 and 2 or 9 and 3 when his mother was in the car. His father on the other hand didn’t care what he did as long as he didn’t go above 30 mph.

Jungkook was counting his lucky stars when he finally got his own car and the chance to move to the city where he could drive how he damn well pleased–responsibly of course. He had recently finished his Master’s studies and was offered a job as an economist in a major medical corporation. The only catch was that he’d have to relocate to Seoul which ended up being more than fine with him.

His parents moaned and groaned that he wasn’t sticking around but his mind was made up. He moved out of his parent’s tiny town one late June and headed to the city where life moved to a whole new beat.

Ten years later, Jungkook finds himself gripping the steering wheel with two sweaty hands again. Kudos to his parents who have been telling him which way to turn and how fast or slow to go for the past fifteen minutes. He honestly should have picked a brunch spot closer to home to avoid all the madness. Walking would have done them good.

“I’ll never get used to how you drive down here,” Mrs. Jeon grumbles from the back seat. “All these sharp turns and six lanes of traffic going 50-plus miles an hour. It’s a wonder you haven’t all gotten in an accident yet. It’s like I always say, the slower the better. You city folks just don’t get it.”

Jungkook peers in his rearview mirror before signaling to switch lanes. “We can’t afford to go too slow out here Mom. This is a highway and dropping down in speed will cause a safety hazard just as bad, if not worse. Environments are different out here than in the woods.”

As Jungkook merges to the right, Mr. Jeon watches the surrounding cars from the back seat window. “Ah son, son, son!” He hollers and reaches for the ceiling handle.

“What? What happened?” Jungkook asks with panic. He flickers his eyes to the mirror again to spot his father's distress.

Mr. Jeon slowly releases the handle and lets out a lengthy sigh. “It's okay now, we’re good. You did good son. You moved over with so little space I thought you were going to hit the car now behind us."

"I told you it's a mad house out here!" Mrs. Jeon adds, tone thick. Jungkook puts his eyes back on the road in front of him and does his best to ignore the irritation bubbling within him.

"I know what I'm doing," he says. "I've lived here for ten years so can you guys please trust me? And stop with the driving advice and yelling every time I do something."

"We're just trying to help Kookie."

"Well, you're not alright?" The snap in his voice has Jungkook's parents sulking back in their seats in silence. "I want us to get to the restaurant safely and I can't do that when you're both shouting at me! So please just let me do the driving. Thank you."

God, if one more person calls him Kookie in that condescending tone he's going to lose it! Kookie was his childhood nickname but for some reason, it stuck to him like glue until he was friggin' 22 years old. He absolutely hates it and the only person remotely allowed to call him by it is his wife because she makes anything sound like honey to his ears.

The next five minutes are nothing but awkward silence and the sound of tires running on hard cement. Jungkook checks his phone—there's still a good ten minutes left according to the GPS. He moves to turn the radio on to break the eeriness of the drive when an incoming call pops on his car screen.

"Who's that? Who's calling?" Mr. Jeon pipes up.

"It's __." Jungkook hits the answer button. "Hey honey! You're on speaker." He smiles a big, wide grin that says nothing less than he misses you.

"Hi! I'm on my lunch break and thought I'd give you guys a call. I'm stopping at the grocery store tonight, after work. Anything you need?"

“Some booze would be nice!” Mr. Jeon echos and looks at his wife who merely shakes her head. He hasn’t had a drink in twenty years due to his high blood pressure, yet he’s still making the same damn jokes. “Got any Soju? Or maybe Bokbunja?” He chuckles at Mrs. Jeon’s sour face.

Jungkook pays his dad no mind and replies to you. “Uhm….we're low on milk again. I drank the last one yesterday.”

"You went through all those gallon jugs in a week?!" You'd think you'd be used to the amount of dairy your husband packs away but every time, it shocks you as much as the first. You married a milk-lovin’ machine.

Jungkook chuckles. "I'm sorry. I can get them for you if you want. We're on our way to get brunch, then hitting the bookstore for Dad, and after we'll swoop back home. I can pick it up along the way.”

“No need, I’m already going out later so I’ll get it. Anything else?”

“There’s nothing else I can think of. How’s work going?” He’s hoping it’s not hectic given the fact that last week was an absolute sandstorm. He distinctively remembers you coming home with nothing more than tired feet and dark circles under your eyes. He drew you a bath that night.

“Eh, so-so. I have a meeting with my boss later but besides that, it’s the usual. I wish I could have come to brunch with you guys. I feel bad I’m missing it.” Well, you do and you don’t. If Jungkook was planning on talking to his mom about the happenings of last night you wanted to be around for support but it was also a matter that should be between a mother and her son.

“Us too, but we’ll see you ton–shit!” Jungkook slams on the break when he sees he’s about to crash into a black SUV. Everyone’s seatbelts lock at the sudden jerk. “Sorry, sorry!” He checks the mirror to find his parents clinging to their seatbelts.

“Are you guys okay?! Jungkook?!”

He scans all around him to find rows and rows of cars all trying to merge into each other’s lanes. Some are coming from the exit nearby whereas others are trying to squeeze through people in hopes to get ahead.

Dammit, Jungook cruses to himself.

“Yeah, we’re good honey. Everything’s okay but we’ve hit a traffic jam. I’m not sure why since it’s literally 11:40 a.m on a Wednesday but looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a bit.”

“We’d never have this problem at home.” Jungkook hears his mother mumbling under her breath to which his father replies with a nodding of his head. “If it weren’t for all this nonsense we’d be there by now.”

“Absolutely. We’d be there fifteen minutes ago,” his father adds with his hands in the air. “Isn’t there some kind of way you can get around this son, like a shortcut?”

Ah yes, shortcuts on the highway. Why didn’t he think of that? Let him just push the button that says flight mode and–no! Having enough, Jungkook holds his foot on the break and twists his body around to face his parents.

“Alright listen to me right now. This is not Tiny Town where there are a million dirt roads that pop from anywhere and all seem to lead to one other. Everyone drives at least seventy out here and that’s just the way it is because this..." He gestures outside the windshield. "This is what happens! We all get stuck in this congested funnel! But if you two can think of a way to get out of here that doesn’t involve attempting to bulldoze other cars, I’m all ears. Until then we’re going to sit here and talk about the weather because there's nothing else we can do!"

Jungkook looks back and forth between his parents. Mrs. Jeon simply stares outside her window while his dad gives a slow nod in understanding.

"Is it really that bad?"

Jungkook relaxes his body back to face the front when he hears your voice. "Yeah, it's pretty bad __." He lets out a long, exasperated sigh. This is going to be a very long day.

"Nice out today. Mind if I roll down the window?" The traffic hasn't got any better and it was starting to get stuffy in the car. Mr. Jeon desperately needed some fresh air in his face.

"Mhm yeah, go ahead."

"How about some music? Find out what's on the radio will you." He sticks his arm out the window, letting the gentle breeze hit his skin. When the first song blares through the speakers, Jungkook's mother breaks her deafening silence.

"Dear god! What music is this?"

Mr. Jeon immediately perks up. "It's PSY! Turn it up! Turn it up, boy!" Jungkook appeases his father's wishes and turns the knob a few more notches. "Oppa Gangnam Style! Eae eae eae e, sexy lady!"

Hearing his dad singing at the top of his lungs has Jungkook rubbing the side of his head. It's not that he sounded bad but he was singing so loud that everyone around them started pointing, laughing, or rolling up their own windows. "Dad, people are going to get annoyed. Take it down a little."

Deeply immersed in the song, Mr. Jeon continues singing regardless of his son's request. "Op, op, op, op, oppa Gangnam Style!" He starts rocking in his seat which causes a few middle schoolers in the car next to them to pop out their phones.

"Dad!" Jungkook hollers when he notices the kids taking pictures. If doesn't put an end to this now, his father's face is going to be trending all over the internet with god knows what filter.

"Op, op, op, op, on on on on!"

"Dad stop!" He tries again, this time turning the music down. Mrs. Jeon attempts to calm her husband down too, placing a hand on one of his arms but it doesn't take much for it to be ripped out of her grasp. Mr. Jeon ends up nearly whacking his wife in the face due to all his energetic dancing.

"Erotic sexy lady! Oppa Gangnam Sty–hey! Song wasn't done yet!" Jungkook's dad never looked so offended in his life. If he had adjusted his gaze just a few inches to the left he'd see the group of kids, the ones taking photos earlier, giggling to one another. But he was too pissed at his son for crashing his party that it went to the wayside.

"Honey, you were causing a disturbance," Mrs. Jeon says.

"A disturbance? In this traffic jam, I'm the disturbance?" He refuses to believe he's the annoyance when they've been in the middle of a highway, moving at 5 mph for the last hour. PSY has recently become his favorite singer and not enjoying himself would have been an absolute tragedy in his opinion. "It's all of you who should be thanking me for offering some shred of entertainment at times like these."

"The entire population of South Korea is going to be thanking you then." Jungkook creeps forward as soon as the car in front of him moves up a ways. Finally moving again, he hums.

"Hey!" An abrupt voice calls from a slight distance. Two teenage boys pull up in a Jaguar, greasy grins on their faces. "Great singing Grandpa! Really know how to move!" The one in the passenger seat flashes his phone playing a video of Jungkook's dad online.

"Wha–how–What?! You delete that right now!" Mr. Jeon is stunned, tripping over his words at the shock of himself actually being the center of the internet. The video is unexpectedly clear.

"Just ignore them, Dad." Jungkook rolls up all the windows in the car and inches up the best he can to get the teenagers out of direct sight.

"But-but how did they do that so fast? It hasn't even been five minutes yet!"

"It only takes seconds, honey," Mrs. Jeon sighs, realizing her husband has become famous over a re-rendition of a PSY song. Of all things, it had to be that.

"I'm starving."

"Me too."

Jungkook glances at the time–2:40p.m. It's now been three hours of sitting in traffic and they've only moved about ten miles. What on earth is congesting the highway this much?

"Maybe we should take one of these exits." His dad scrolls through the map on his phone. "Says there are a few restaurants down exit 6A."

Jungkook considers the idea. He wants to get off the highway, yes, but so does everyone else. The exit his dad is talking about is off the far right lane which means he's going to need to shove in front of everyone's way.

"You sure it's a good place? Wherever it is you're looking?" The reason why he asks is that his dad is notorious for leading them into the most ruin down places. The last time he was in charge of directions, they ended up in front of an abandoned pizza shop.

Mrs. Jeon takes the phone from her husband's hand and swipes through the photos of a quaint restaurant. "It's not bad," she concludes. "And if it means we can get out of this mess, then I'm with your father on this one."

Two against one. Jungkook turns his signal on and waits for someone to let him over. He earns a few honks when he manages to squeeze his nose over but does his best to give an apologetic wave.

After a few more lane changes he gets in the exit lane. He isn't the only one planning to take exit 6B though, being that there are at least twenty other cars waiting in line.

"Maybe we were better off back where we were. All these people want to get off the same place. If we keep going there's bound to be another exit with far less traffic."

Really? Jungkook feels himself ticking again. After all that shoving to get over here and this is what he gets? No, he's not moving back over. They're going to wait in this stupid lane until it gets them to where they originally agreed.

"We just got here and we're not moving back anywhere. This lane should clear up in less time than it would take to go back on the main highway," Jungkook says. "Also, I probably don't need to clarify this but, we're not going to make it to that bookstore you wanted, Dad."

"It's fine, son. We'll go another day."

Which means tomorrow, Jungkook half grumbles to himself. His parents are here for another day after all and he knows his father well enough to know that "another day" really means the closest day possible.

Despite its size, the restaurant his parents choose is charming with its floor-to-ceiling wood paneling and giant, bay windows. The odd hanging plant is spread throughout the open dining space as well, perfectly setting the mood of serenity.

The restaurant only seems to hold about a dozen people inside, however. So thinking it is best to avoid sitting in an overly crowded space, Jungkook asks for one of the tables outside.

“Oh now this is lovely,” his mother praises, pulling her chair up to the table. Jungkook can’t describe how relieved he is to finally hear something positive after hours of nonstop grumbling.

Mr. Jeon takes a seat next to his wife and across from his son. “I just saw someone get Samgyeopsal and it was huge! Let’s get that to share.”

His enthusiasm is short-lived when the scrunched-up face from his wife says she's not a fan. “That's too much food! We still have to be hungry for dinner so we can eat with __."

"Mom's right," Jungkook agrees reluctantly. "__'s stopping at the grocery store after work so we can prep for dinner tonight. I know traffic slowed us down so we're eating at a weird time but it's better we go with something light."

"Oh well, we can always take some to go! Surely __ will enjoy some beautifully grilled pork!" Jungkook's father is adamant. He wants nothing more than a heavy meal after being stuck in the car all morning.

"__ doesn't like pork Dad. And we all know as soon as we get a whiff of it cooking there's not going to be any leftovers."

"Alright, alright," his dad concedes. "I guess I'll try their bibimbap. What are you having hon?"

Jungkook checks his phone messages while his parents make small talk over the menu. You texted him earlier to see how traffic was holding up and he only able to get back to you minutes ago.

Wifey ❤️ : So I'm guessing you haven't talked to your mom yet?

Jungkook: No, haven't brought it up. She seems fine though with the way she's been acting. It doesn't take much for her to go back to her usual self

Wifey ❤️: Her usual self being...?

Jungkook: You know, really particular.

Wifey ❤️: So she's complaining again. I'm sorry 😞

Jungkook: When I was talking with her on the phone before we left, she was much more careful about what she was saying. I expected it to still be that way now. Must have been a mood.

Wifey ❤️: Sounds like she wasn't sure how you'd be reacting after what happened last night. Maybe she's just reverting to back what she's used to because she's unsure what else to do or say. I'd still try finding a way to talk to her. Does it seem tense?

Jungkook: Yeah, you have a point. But Mom's also had a good way of sweeping things under the rug. It's not tense but it's just uncomfortably normal?

Wifey ❤️: Hmm, strange. And your dad's fine?

Jungkook: Honey...have you been on any social media in the last half hour?

Wifey ❤️: No, why?

Jungkook: Might wanna check. We had a little incident while in traffic. I'm still in shock honestly 😅

Jungkook waits for you to find the video of his dad. He already had the guys blowing up his phone from it so he's surprised none of them at least forwarded it to you.

Wifey ❤️: oh my god! Jungkook what happened?! 😂 I hope you're prepared for your students to be all over this

Jungkook: oh shit, that didn't even cross my mind 😩 also it's not funny honey! Listening to my dad singing eae e sexy lady was traumatizing enough. Now I have to see and hear it every time I pop open my phone or some teen punks show it to me!

Wifey ❤️: Aw Kookie, they're just being kids...try not to overthink. And you know those videos come and go. Your dad will be at the bottom of the chain by next week. Until then keep him away from PSY 😅 But I'm sorry you're having a day, I love you 🥺

Jungkook: I MISS YOU SO MUCH 😭

Wifey ❤️: [sent an image]

Fuck! Jungkook chokes on his spit when he sees a blurry close up of your cleavage. Thankfully his parents are still too occupied by the menu that they didn't notice.

Jungkook: sexy af but this isn't the time to be sexting me baby!

He nearly saves the photo if it weren't for the fact that he already had an album dedicated to very sensual *ahem erotic* photos of you. You had let him take them himself —best motherfuckin' birthday ever.

Wifey ❤️: oh adhjjhj, sorry!! That was an accident. I'm such a klutz. This is what I meant... [sent an image]

"What's going on over there?" Jungkook merely glimpses at the new image before whipping his head up, hearing his mother's, sharp tone.

"It's just __. She's asking about groceries again."

With slightly narrowed eyes, Mrs. Jeon continues. "We're about to order if you're ready."

Dammit. He'll have to reply to you later. Jungkook swiftly pockets the phone. "Okay yeah I'm good to go."

"This is delicious," Mr. Jeon says, patting his mouth with a napkin. "Best bibimbap I've had in a long time."

"That's great Dad." Jungkook stirs his noodles.

"Ah, where's the restroom around here?" He asks the waitress as she walks by. She tells him it's in the restaurant, all the way to the back. Mr. Jeon pushes his chair from the table and excuses himself. "All that broth has me needing to go."

"Yes yes, just go." Why his father needed to explain himself every time he needed to use the restroom is beyond him. Jungkook peers at his mother, taking her time eating her own bowl of noodles–they ended up ordering the same thing. "How is it?" he asks.

"It's good."

"Not too spicy?"

"No, it's mild."

Jungkook gathers more noodles on his chopstick. He freezes halfway when he sees his mother eyeing him intensely. "Everything okay?"

Mrs. Jeon folds her hands in her lap. "It's occurred to me that we still have an elephant in the room. I was hoping we'd be able to talk about it while your father browsed the bookstore. But plans changed."

And here he thought his mother had been playing down last night when really she was biding her time. "You know Dad's gonna be back in like ten minutes right?"

Mrs. Jeon nods. "I know it's not the most convenient of times or places, but I'm afraid if we delay it won't get discussed."

"Okay." Jungkook sets his chopsticks down. "Well...where do you want to start?"

"An apology would be nice." Her voice is mellow but the words are a clear demand rather than an offer. Of course, he wants to apologize to her for all the things he accused her of last night. But he wasn't expecting her to be this forward with it, especially since she was guilty of plenty herself. "I'm waiting Kookie," she coos, taking a sip of water.

Jungkook knits his eyebrows in response, unsure of what he's hearing. His mother looks far too relaxed about this whole thing. He decides to give her the benefit of the doubt. "You're right," he starts. "I'm sorry for what I said last night. I shouldn't have spoken that way and I'm sorry for making you leave. I think you and Dad showing up all a sudden threw me off and I reacted poorly."

Mrs. Jeon cracks a tight smile and reaches for her son's hand. "Thank you, Jungkook. I accept your apology." She gives his hand a squeeze before moving to pick up her chopsticks. "Now that we got that settled let's talk about the reunion. I'm thinking about talking to–"

What....the fuck? His mom did not just glide over this whole issue. She did not just put everything on him. And she did not just bring up that damn reunion again, which he's made very clear he wants nothing a part of. "Is that all you wanted? For me to make my amends with you?"

"What else would there be Kookie?" She scoffs, eyes wide.

"Goddamn it." He struggles to maintain a hushed voice. "Can you please stop calling me that? And what the hell do you mean 'what else would there be'? I'm not trying to put the blame on you but there's a good amount you should be saying to me too."

"What things are you referring to? Don't tell me this is about the reunion again. Look, whatever it is that I said was because I just want to see you more. And no more swearing. You know I don't like that kind of language."

"How can you be like this?" Jungkook can't stop himself. He figured his mom and he would have a better, heart-to-heart than this. It makes his skin crawl that his mother continues to play the victim. "It's genuinely shocking me how....do you even love me?"

Mrs. Jeon pauses at that. "Of course, I love you Jungkook. Why–why would you ask that?" She blinks back the slightest hint of tears forming along the edge of her eyes. Never in a million years did she think her son would doubt something this crucial.

"I feel like–"

"Feel what? What is it?"

"I feel like you care more about what I can do for you than you do me, as your son." Jungkook sniffs. This is a lot harder for him to say than he imagined. "There's been so many times that you've–"

"Don't say this honey! I care about you very much!" She reaches for his hand again but he yanks it away. "What are you trying to tell me?" His mother waits for him to form the rest of the sentence.

Jungkook hesitates to look at her straight on because behind what appears to be concerned eyes is disbelief. She isn't taking any of this seriously. It's written all over her face, tone, and all the way down to the way she's focusing on an answer rather than his inability to comfortably talk to her.

"What have I done so many times?"

"Honestly at this point, what haven't you done?" With an icy glare, Jungkook can't hold himself back anymore. The pot that's been brewing, deep in the darkest parts of him is finally overflowing and it's not going to be pretty to behold. "Do you realize how many times you chose your job, your status, and even your friends over me? And you make Dad go along with literally anything! Is it so horrible for someone to say no to you?!"

The couple next to them shoot uncomfortable looks his way, whispering to each other. Jungkook ignores it and starts counting with his fingers.

"Never once have you ever taken responsibility for showing up uninvited, nagging me about this that, and the other thing, making backhanded comments about my life choice, and most of all pretending our relationship is peachy fine. Well, I'm sorry mom, I'm thirty-four years old and I don't need to live by your rules! Our relationship is barely hanging by a thread and being quite real, it's __ and Dad who are the ones clinging to that thread, making sure it doesn't completely snap."

Mrs. Jeon opens her mouth to interject but Jungkook doesn't allow it to happen. It's not exactly intentional that he's pouring out so much in the middle of people's lunch. Still, he's been shoved over a steep cliff, head first.

"I'm sorry mom, I don't know how many times I need to say it. I don't enjoy any bit of this. It's just been a long stretch of–"

"That's enough! I don't want to hear any more." Mrs. Jeon immediately grabs her purse and twists her neck every which way. "Where's your father? I want to leave."

"Mom I'm trying to talk to you! Why won't you let me talk?"

His mother doesn't reply. She doesn't look at him. It's the silent treatment, Jungkook concludes–it's fucking irritating. "I'm not trying to be hurtful," he says, forcing himself to calm down. "Mom look at me."

She doesn't move.

It only takes seconds for their waitress to near her way up to the table with anxious steps. "I'm sorry to be doing this but unfortunately, we've received a few complaints of a disturbance out here." The young girl clasps her hands. "To ensure all our guests are comfortable we're going to need to ask you to take your conversation elsewhere. I'm really sorry."

Fuck. How embarrassing. Jungkook clears his throat and stands up from his seat. "We understand and are genuinely sorry for the commotion. We'll pay at the front and be on our way. Thank you for waiting our table."

The young girl gives a nervous smile and retreats inside the restaurant. Jungkook makes a note to give her a generous tip.

"Hey, what's going on out here?" Mr. Jeon rushes over, hair blowing over due to the breeze. "I heard there was some inconsiderate party out here airing out their dirty laundry for all to see. I tell you, people these days don't know what privacy means anymore!" He shakes his head and takes a seat.

"Get up Dad we're leaving."

"But I'm not done my–––oh shit." Mr. Jeon clenches his teeth. "You two?"

Mrs. Jeon gets up from her chair, still wordless, and walks towards the parking lot. "I'll get this Dad." Jungkook stops his father from pulling out his wallet. "It is best if you go try to ease Mom. I don't think she'll be talking to me for a while."

Mr. Jeon puts a hand on his son's shoulder. It's his way of offering comfort. "You're mother has made things difficult for you, Jungkook. I'll try getting through to her. In the meantime don't let this eat you up. It's been a long time coming."

Jungkook doesn't get home until quarter past six. The drive home was better than the drive to the restaurant, but hitting the notorious five o'clock traffic slowed them down once more. He also had to drop his parents at their hotel which was no easy task. His mother barely gave him a glance before hopping out of the car. The amount of guilt settling in his gut isn't going away any time soon.

"Hey." Jungkook finds you searching through the kitchen cupboard. "I hope you're okay with spice tonight! I got this really awesome–oh baby what's wrong?" You stop what you're doing when you see your husband come up behind you with sunken eyes. He wraps his larger arms around you, desperately needing your scent.

"I blew it," he croaks. "She's so mad at me."

"I'm sorry Jungkook. I'm sorry I couldn't be there." You turn in his arms to pull him into a full embrace. His nose tickles the side of your neck but you don't laugh. "You wanna tell me?"

Jungkook takes your hand and sits you both on the couch in the living room. "The morning started out rough with three hours of traffic and the two of them in the back seat, telling me where and how I should drive. Then my dad got unexpectedly famous off a PSY song. We finally got to some restaurant about half an hour west of here before 3pm. Everything was going okay until dad went to the bathroom."

"Okay," you say, scooting closer beside him. You rub small circles on his upper back as he leans forward on his spread-apart knees. "What happened?"

"Mom suggested we talk about last night so I said sure." You watch as Jungkook fiddles with his hands. "But she didn't actually care about a conversation or what I had to say. All she wanted, all she expected, was for me to apologize to her so we'd be okay again. It all came out after that and I feel so horrible about it. We ended up getting kicked out of the restaurant too."

"Jungkook..."

"I tried __. I wanted to be patient and to be a good son but she can't even look at me right now." He falls back on the couch, staring at the blank wall in front. "Dad's convinced it was bound to happen."

"You are a good son, Jungkook." You comb a few strands of his soft, ebony hair. He closes his eyes as you do. "You're mom's the one who needs to readjust her view."

"I never thought I'd yell at my mom about all that stuff. And certainly not in public where everyone is trying to have a pleasant lunch. I'm a grown-ass adult and I should have had better control of myself."

You settle into his inner shoulder, laying a hand on his chest. "Even grown adults have limits and your mom's far surpassed those limits. Don't blame yourself for this."

"Dad said the same thing."

"Well, that's two against one."

Jungkook smiles. Two against one, that's where he got that from. Not that you're the first person to use the phrase but he never used it as regularly until you moved in together.

"I missed you so much today. I don't deserve you."

You cock your head up as quick as the words fly from his mouth. "Don't you dare say things like that! You're a good man despite how awful your mother treats you." You lean your face near his, eyes wandering deep into his dark brown ones. "If you're not otherwise too tired, I'm going to show you how much I love you."

Jungkook opens his lids at that–apparently not too tired. You smirk and get off the couch.

"Here?" His classic doe-eyes peer down at your kneeled position. Seeing you settle this perfectly between his muscular thighs triggers an intense blood rush that goes straight to his dick. Jungkook didn't think he was going to get horny tonight but here he was with his half-harden length in your hands in the middle of the living room.

"Mhm." You position yourself just enough for him to have a clear view of your tits. You had taken both your shirt and bra off before starting. You know how your husband likes it. "That okay with you?"

Jungkook groans when you grip his cock harder, gliding it from the base to the tip in repeated motions. "Fuck yeah. It's more than okay." You giggle at how quickly your husband gets in the mood. He thinks you're the bitch in the bedroom? You quicken your movements.

"Oh shit this feels so good." He grips the couch cushion, keeping his focus on you. "Need that gorgeous mouth wrapped around me baby, please. Shit–"

You honor your husband's requests and trace your tongue from the base of his cock all the way up to his tip. Once there, you suck lightly before taking him in whole.

"That's it. Take my cock, fuck." Jungkook goes on to praise you as you bottom out. You gag a little at first being that you haven't done this in what....weeks? Damn. Whatever happened to the days when you'd literally go down on each other every day?

"We need to get you reacquainted with my cock honey," he teases, bucking his hips forward to push himself further into your mouth. "All these weeks without my cock in your mouth has you gagging all over me. Been it's been too long hasn't it?"

"Mm," is the only thing you reply with, the weight of his thick length dragging back and forth on your tongue. By now your pussy is pulsating like crazy and you're tempted to just get up and fuck yourself on him. But tonight was about your husband–you're going to make sure of it. And Jungkook loves nothing more than getting head with your bare tits in full view, obviously.

A few sucks later and Jungkook starts fucking himself into your mouth. They began as soft, needy bucks of his hips but now they're rough, full-force thrusts. His length shoves to the back of your throat and you moan desperately around him. "Did you miss my cock baby? I bet you did. My sexy wife....you're mine and you're gonna make me come, aren't you? Fuck yeah, you are."

Your eyes water as you continue to take him, hallowing your cheeks the best you can. Jungkook has his eyes screwed shut and sweat dripping from his forehead. Your panties are so fucking soaked right now and your nipples are defiantly hard from sheer arsousal.

"God I'm so close baby. You're mouth is---fuck I don't even have the words. It's fucking magic! And your tits are so hot from this angle. Kinda reminds me of what you sent to me earlier. Can I come on them? I'm so close." Jungkook takes your broken moans as a yes and starts ramming into you two more times before pullout and covering your breasts with warm liquid. "Fuck fuck fuck," he grunts, spilling himself on you.

What a mess. You look down at yourself. What a motherfuckin' mess and you love it. Jungkook pulls you into a passionate kiss, tongue rolling with yours in heavenly harmony. "Thank you for this," he says between kisses. "I'll help you wash up, I promise."

"Mm Jungkook," you pant. "I think I need you inside me."

Hey, he got his dick sucked and he creamed your tits–it's mama's turn now, or excuse you–wifey.

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[enihk-writes]

[before the year ends]

seasonal fics : 除夕 (chú xī) / lunar new year's eve edition

paring: various!hwasan men x gn!reader

summary: things that happen on the last day of the year.

characters: chung myung (can be read as both pbss and mhdd) // chung mun // chung jin // tang bo // tang gunak // jang ilso // jin hyeon // lee songbaek // jin geumryong // baek cheon

author's note: my personal music recommendations for the day are lovers in seoul by off the menu , hot potato by n.flying , coconut love by seoulmoon , mercury by bye bye badman and t + tik tak tok by silica gel feat. So!YoON! (doing this for fun because my other hobby is looking for new music and putting them in a playlist partly because one of my teenage dreams was to open up a cd shop in an art street or own a music-vinyl brunch cafe by the seaside ugggh but you need money like do you know how expensive seaside properties are in singapore!!! i don't have that cash!!! so i have to work!!!! fuck!!!!)

CHUNG MYUNG doesn't like to be cooped up indoors during the festive period. so that afternoon he slipped out to visit the next town over, hearing about their night market and looking forward to getting drunk off his rocker before returning home. only to come face-to-face with you. to his credit he tried to divert your attention to slip away with a bold-faced lie but to be honest, he isn't very good at that. he ends up letting you tag along to buy your silence. which wasn't that bad of a decision — he found himself enjoying the private time he had with you more than he'd expected, like walking through the markets with pinkies interlocked, visiting taverns and teahouses getting mistaken for a couple to get discounts, even the passionate drunken kisses you both shared on the inn balcony which left him quite dazed. when he gets back he would have to have a talk with you about what happened here. though right now he's a little preoccupied with leaving marks all up your neck, hands under your clothes going to places he probably shouldn't, revelling in your embarrassment a little too much. thank goodness he had the foresight to rent out a room to stay in so the both of you could do whatever you wanted in here to the heart's content all night long.

CHUNG MUN watches as you scurry around the sect grounds checking in on the workers who were all preparing for the banquet that was to be held over the new year. as the sect leader he shouldn't interrupt another elder's duties, but as your husband he wanted you to pay attention to him too — it was new years eve and your spouse can't even ask for some alone time with you? you were so cruel, was this how he was to spend the last day of the year? he sighed and turned back to his papers, finishing up with his own work until it was finally time for bed. you met him in the front of your shared house, he finds himself cracking a smile when you bury your face into his chest, he walks you over to sit together on the bench, where you plop your head down on his lap, very much like a certain youngest, pouring your heart out on the annoyances that you've faced today so what has your dear husband have in mind to reward their hardworking partner? the man only chuckles at your ranting, running his fingers until you fell asleep, carrying your tired body to tuck you in bed. he looks over at your peaceful form one more time, kisses your hand and leaves for his own quarters to retire for the night.

CHUNG JIN had been pulled out from under the pile of books he's buried under to take a day off at the behest of the other elders and disciples. not knowing what to do, he hovers around your side, not really wanting to go down the mountain without a solid plan. you thought he looked a little like a lost sparrow then, so you let him stay around as you went about your day. he aided you with small tasks here and there — wasn't he supposed to be on break? old habits die hard, you supposed. he ended up helping you finish your job earlier than intended, bringing the leftovers from the kitchen along, the two of you headed down the forested path at the back of the mountain to wile away the rest of the afternoon as you ate the food and engaged in small talk about nothing in particular. the sun felt warm on your skin, and as it began to set, the sounds of the flowing stream nearby lulled the two elders into a dreamless sleep.

TANG BO stifled a laugh as he looked at your sorry state. only an idiot falls sick on new year's eve — was what he'd told you. you wanted to strangle him right then and there, never mind that he was your husband. he offered to nurse you for the day, supposedly from the kindness of his heart. bullshit. this guy had something up his sleeve, you were so sure of it. but whatever you thought he'd do never happened. your husband truly did take care of you that whole day. he'd wipe off your cold sweat, change towels, feed you food and medication on time, among other things. you thought he'd turn over a new leaf and was just about to praise him when he snickers at you again. maybe you should get sick more often, you're so much nicer when you're quiet like this. too bad for him your fingers were faster as you shove them up his nose to choke him in retaliation. fortune favours the just. the next morning you woke up feeling good as new — your fever had gone away just in time to celebrate the new year. your husband, on the other hand, didn't seem to be doing too well, seemingly catching your cold from yesterday. hmph, serves him right for teasing you like that.

TANG GUNAK could not catch a break even on new year's eve. there was always work to do, the world did not stop on holidays, after all. you slipped into the room quietly with refreshments in hand, hoping to get him to take a short break from his paperwork. the man had sharp ears — recognising the weighted rhythm of your footsteps even as you were on the far end of the hallway. he sets down his brush, getting up to greet you. my love, he'd call out softly, expertly placing away the tray in your hands. you laugh as he pulls you into his embrace, his face burrowing into your shoulder. you try to hug him back with as much vigour you could muster, pulling away just so you could place a few pecks on his face. it wasn't a very long break, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. he sipped on the tea you brewed, listening to your excited recounting of a new novel you had been reading. new years was a time to give thanks for the blessings in life, and he was more than thankful for the way your shoulder felt pressed against his arm as you two sat side by side.

JANG ILSO cared little for the festivities. he wasn't in the mood for any banquet, or party or whatever loud activity. he had been itching to do something, but he couldn't pinpoint what he wanted to do and the idea of going outside annoyed him. you didn't really know, nor cared to find out about your employer's stormy tantrum going on right at that moment. unfortunately for you, you were one of his go-to people to piss off and annoy whenever he wanted to cause trouble. your boss was a temperamental man, and you always walked on eggshells around him. little did you know that you were third on his list of people he liked, so in the off chance that you did piss him off, he wasn't going to get rid of you. not that soon or quickly anyways. he barged into your office with attendants trailing behind him with boxes of drinks, food and entertainment for that evening. he was here to bother you, if you so kindly didn't mind. most of what happened was blurry — you only remembered drinking the sweet wine, going down far too easily, possibly knocking over papers and ink all over your desk and then passing out. the next time you came to, you were in a guest bedroom near your boss' own. the hangover medicine and new clothes already laid out on the table for you. there was no way you had created a moment that your boss could hold over your head as blackmail. no, you detested the teasing that was sure to come from him in the coming year.

JIN HYEON had been out on an errand on behalf of the elders, and finally, he was going back to wudang just in time for new years. he stops by the small diner in the town next door, he often had his meals here whenever he's going out, outwardly he said it's because he liked the lotus root soup with pork ribs served with warm rice. in reality, he just wanted to find a chance to talk to you, the owner — a familiar face he had known since both of you were mere apprentices. though now you had taken over the restaurant your adoptive grandfather had left behind for you while he had risen up to the rank of a second-grade disciple. the diner was small, and the business was decent enough to make ends meet, but it wasn't so busy that you didn't have time to sit across him to have a short chat before he headed off. you asked him if he would stay and visit the night market this year. he shook his head sadly, feeling bad that he was turning down your offer yet again. you shook your disappointment off, opting to change the topic. the hour passed far too quickly, and he had to report back to the elders before night fall. you walk him towards the door, just as the wind picks up from where your back was turned, pushing you into his chest. the man takes the opportunity to pull you a little closer, accidentally placing a peck on your forehead. you didn't think he'd be this affectionate today but who cared? it was new years eve and it's been a while since he had walked you home. maybe next year you could ask him again to come with you to the night market.

LEE SONGBAEK had gone to his hometown for the new year celebrations. he had been given permission by the elders to do so, along with a good majority of the other disciples. things had been really quiet back in the sect with nobody really wanting to do anything with them. speaking of which, he hadn't seen his family in years by now, and he wondered how they were all doing. he didn't plan to spend too much time — have dinner, catch up, stay overnight and leave the next morning. he didn't expect to see that you would also be in his house, helping out with the new year's eve dinner. he could smell the dough and sesame paste drying out in the sun for the tang-yuan they'd all have later. actually, he thinks most of the village was congregated at his house. the disciples who had tagged along with him were a little taken aback at the size of the crowd, much to his embarrassment. he didn't think his village would be so stoked to have him back on new years with his sect brothers. you slipped out of the kitchen to greet him as the elders fussed over the boys that had come to visit. he leans over to greet you, feeling a small smile pull at his lips when you tousle his hair. his original plan might have been a little thwarted, but since you were here, he didn't really mind. ah, when he goes back to the sect, he should ask if the tailor was accepting any apprentices — if he were, and you came over, he might see you around more often in the coming year.

JIN GEUMRYONG wished he was anywhere else but here right now. but, as the eldest and prodigal son he should behave appropriately. he slips out of the banquet hall at the first opportunity, making shoddy excuses like needing to go to the restroom. he finds a spot in the quietest part of the estate, taking a moment to collect himself from the incessant social interaction he's had the whole day. soft footsteps approach him — really? he feels annoyed, but tries to reign back his distaste when he sees your smiling face beaming at him. go away. he tells you, not in the mood to deal with whatever you were about to drag him into. please? you'd beg, your hand pulling at his arm to get him on his feet. there was something you wanted to show him, and if he didn't go with you now, he was going to miss it! the man agreed reluctantly, letting you take him to the lake behind the hills. the night sky was clear and he could see every sparkling star in the sky. you sit on a fallen log, seemingly waiting for something to happen. he sits right by you, choosing not to question your actions. and then — there it was. the stars fell from the sky one after another, painting the night in long white painter's lines. he'd never seen anything like this in his life thus far, and he might not ever see it again. but it didn't matter. when you asked, doesn't it look amazing? he could only hum, unable to take his eyes off you all while your gaze was turned to the spectacle in the skies.

BAEK CHEON, for the life of him, can't decide which tassel he wanted to buy and ended up just getting a roll of thread in plum-blossom pink to make one on his own. the handiwork was clumsy, clearly amateurish with the bronze coin woven into the accessory. it certainly resembled the shape of a tassel — if you didn't look at the finer details too closely and for too long. you could see him look embarrassed at the quality and was already regretting giving it to you. but how could you not want his sincere gift? you loved it, flaws and all, because it was from him and you wanted to be reminded of the idea that this perfectionist still could make mistakes. you pull him down for a kiss. and then another. and another, until you were peppering his whole face in kisses because your heart couldn't handle this gap in his personality. your poor love, look at how red his face had become. he didn't know whether to be happy that you liked his gift this much, or feel shy at the public show of affection in a place where everyone in the sect could possibly see? you can't help but snicker mischievously as you skipped away from the scene — leaving the poor boy in a flustered mess.

[soulkeeper801]

Distance - Im Nayeon

Im Nayeon x f!reader

Fluff

Nayeon loved to tour. 

Being away with the girls was almost like a break from the routine she had already set for herself in Seoul. Even if the first days would be filled with jet lag and getting up early felt even harder, she enjoyed the feeling of being overseas. 

Wandering through the streets of LA reminded her how her hard work had paid off, she saw herself on the biggest screens of the city and noticed how people recognized her while walking by. 

She took a picture of the sunset with her phone and sent it to you.

“I wish you were here right now,” she texted.

If she wasn’t wrong, you should be having breakfast at home. 

“Love your view, baby!” you texted back immediately. “I’m gonna have brunch with Chaeryeong in a while, let’s talk later?”

Nayeon sighed. 

“Sure, love. Say hi to Chaer for me”.

She took a look at the colors that the sun painted on the clouds and smiled softly at them. At least you were both under the same sky.

Nayeon arrived at her hotel room a couple of hours later. She went to have dinner at a fancy restaurant with Momo and Chaeyoung and spent a while shopping around the city. Her mind relaxed for a moment and she forgot about all her responsibilities while enjoying a short time out.

She took a seat in front of her mirror and prepared herself to take her makeup off. As she did so, she video called you to see your face before going to bed.

“My love,” you said, while you were trying to place the phone against the flower vase on the table of your shared apartment, trying to make it stand.

She smiled widely at the sight of you with a bowl of what seemed to be cereal. A sandwich on a plate next to it. For a second it felt like she was back home.

“Unnie!” a voice shouted in the back, “I’m taking good care of Y/N so you don’t have to worry!”

Chaeryeong. 

Nayeon’s smile faded away slowly.

“I thought you were going out for brunch,” Nayeon said, grabbing a piece of cotton dipped in micellar water.

“Oh, no, no,” Chaeryeong replied before you, “I decided to cook something here and let Y/N have a little taste of what I can do”.

Nayeon gulped. That didn’t have a double meaning, did it?

“How was your day, babe?” you asked, noticing how her mood had changed due to Chaeryeong’s answer.

“Fine, I got us matching bracelets for our second anniversary. I wanted it to be a surprise but I’m just too excited,” she said, her wide smile returning to her face as she left the cotton pad on the drawer bringing the phone closer to her face.

“Beautiful,” you whispered. 

She blushed at the comment even if she was expecting it.

“Unnie, I’m going to the store real quick to get more milk, do you need anything?”

You shook your head and Chaeryeong grabbed your keys before making her way out.

“She’s driving your car?” Nayeon asked, raising an eyebrow at the action.

“Babe,” you said, dragging out your words. “You’re not mad she’s spending time with me, are you?”

“Am I mad that the girl who used to have the biggest crush on you only happens to hang out with you when I’m not around?” she asked sarcastically, tapping her index finger on her chin repeatedly. “What do you think?”

You chuckled. “I love you, alright? She’s just being the friendly kid she is. I know I’m like a sister to her”.

Nayeon rolled her eyes. “You’re mine, alright? I don’t share”.

“I know, 100% yours”.

She smirked at your words. “Now show me what you’re wearing”.

“Im Nayeon!” you shouted, “she’s going to be back any minute!”

She chuckled at your reaction. “I’ll call you before you go to bed, be ready for me, alright?”

[hobaworld7]

hii!! Can I request a date night with shinee? Your other shinee imagines was so good! I really enjoy reading it! Thank you! 💗

I swear every time I see SHINee request, it just makes my heart so so happy. Enjoy dear shawols!

SHINee reaction - Date night

JINKI

A date with Jinki would be something fun!

Cooking class, pottery class, art class, etc.

He didn't care if you were both good or not at the class!

He wants to be able to talk with you and laugh a loooot

Always trying to make you laugh

Buuut like even if he doesn't try onew is funny

And it would end with a coffee or some pastries in a near restaurant

Walking you home

Kissing you on the cheek before you enter your apartment/house

Funny and a bit of a romantic

___

KIBUM

Idk if i'm biased because Kibum is my ultimate bias buuut (clearly I am)

Like Key is amazing at everything so obviously he would be the most romantic of them all

He would come at your door, with your favorite flowers and a big hug

Then he would have plan the en-ti-er day

Starting with going out to eat, cute brunch spot with some amazing alcoholic drinks

After that, a walk around Seoul or Han River or

I feel like he would be the kind of guy to hold your hand and put it in his pocket, to warm it up. And give you his other gloves; And even his scarf if you need

He really wants you to be comfy and enjoy the day

___

MINHO

I feel like Minho is a 50/50

50% of a romantic date

50% of a funny and crazy date

For your dates, both

He would definitely bring you to a field and play soccer

And having a picnic just after

He would make sure that you are comfortable

Maybe laying on a blanket and watching the sunset and the stars too

Because he's flaming charisma, and he knows it.

___

TAEMIN

Taemin is such a sweetheart omg

He would take you for a tour around Seoul

Wanting to see your favorite spot

And show you his

Eating street food all day long

Hands in hands

And he will buy you a plush

He will ask you if you wanna come over for a movie

And cuddle with you all evening

___

If you want to read more, here is the link of my masterlist : https://www.tumblr.com/kimtaehyung-taetae-writing/710423978560421888/masterlist?source=share

thank you shawol and army!

[calpicowater]

Week 25.6/52: June 17th - June 23rd 2024 | First Full Day in Seoul

lots of rain

some bibimbap for brunch

starfield library 📖

coex mall (hi ryan!)

DDP

street food rice cakes... can't believe all these ajummas speak so much chinese???? like it's easier for me to order in chinese than to struggle in english or my broken korean...

ihwa mural village... so hard to climb seoul stairs...

nice view of seoul tho!

mini tanghulu near hongdae

[hime98]

Lonely Escape in Seoul (Lee Dong Wook x Y/N)

Chapter 26 - Gone Again

Lee Dong Wook's POV

The drive home was peaceful, a rare kind of quiet that I had grown to cherish in the midst of my chaotic life. My meetings at the agency had gone smoothly—no drama, no unexpected fallout from Suzy.

Everything was finally starting to feel... normal. Even the call I made about her case, ensuring that it stayed in the hands of the authorities, gave me a sense of relief. She was where she belonged, behind bars, and I had done everything I could to make sure it stayed that way.

I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I’d made a quick stop by the bakery to pick up her favorite donuts— chocolate glaze with marshmallows. It was such a small gesture, but it made me happy to imagine her face lighting up when she saw them. She always acted surprised, as if I hadn’t already spoiled her with these little surprises.

“Y/N-ah~” I called sweetly as I entered the flat, the box of donuts in one hand, my keys in the other.

But the silence that greeted me was unsettling.

There was no response.

My brow furrowed as I placed the donuts on the counter. I expected to hear her voice or the sound of her humming, maybe even her phone buzzing from the couch. But the flat was eerily still.

“Y/N?” I called again, louder this time.

I checked the bedroom. Empty. No sign of her anywhere.

A strange, growing sense of worry twisted in my stomach.

I went to the kitchen, and that’s when I saw it.

The brunch. The waffles, eggs Benedict, and fruit shake—all still sitting untouched, as if frozen in time. The sight of it made my heart race. She was supposed to be here, eating this... something was wrong.

I glanced toward the living room, panic rising in my chest.

That’s when I saw her.

Y/N lay crumpled on the floor, her long hair spread out around her like a dark halo, her body unnaturally still. My breath hitched in my throat, and I froze, unable to process what I was seeing. A streak of blood ran from her nose, staining the fabric of her white dress.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. My heart pounded in my chest, memories of the accident flooding back, crashing over me like a wave. The same sense of helplessness, of terror...

“No... no, no, no!” I choked out, my voice breaking. I rushed to her side, my hands trembling as I gently cupped her face, feeling the coldness of her skin. “Y/N! Wake up, please!”

But there was no response. She looked... lifeless. Her eyelids were closed, her breath shallow.

Panic surged through me, and I pulled her into my arms, my chest tightening as I lifted her gently. Blood—her blood—stained my shirt.

“I’m not losing you,” I whispered, my voice cracking, my emotions spiraling. I could feel the tears welling up, but I didn’t let them fall. Not yet. “Please... stay with me. Don’t leave me.”

I could barely think straight as I hurriedly carried her out to the car. The drive to the hospital was a blur. The only thing that mattered was getting her the help she needed. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Every second felt like an eternity.

“Hold on, Y/N” I pleaded, my voice shaking. “Just hold on. Please.”

The Hospital

The moment I arrived at the hospital, doctors rushed to take her from my arms. I stood frozen in the hallway, watching them wheel her away, my legs refusing to move. My mind raced with questions and fears.

What had happened? She had been fine when I left this morning. How had things gone so wrong so quickly?

A nurse approached me gently, her voice soft but firm. “Mr. Lee, the doctors are running a CT scan to check for any brain activity or any complications from her previous injury. We’ll update you as soon as we know more.”

I nodded, my body tense. My fists clenched at my sides, every part of me screaming for answers.

Minutes felt like hours. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding. The steady beeping of the machines in the hallway seemed to mock me, each beep reminding me of how helpless I was.

Finally, the doctor appeared. He was calm, but his eyes held a seriousness that made my stomach churn.

“Mr. Lee,” the doctor began, his voice steady, “we’ve completed the scan. The good news is there’s no significant damage to her brain. No signs of swelling anymore nor any complications. In fact, her brain activity appears normal.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived.

“So... what does that mean?” My voice was hoarse, the fear still thick in my throat.

The doctor looked at me with a gentle smile, though I could see the concern in his eyes. “It means she’s likely to regain her memory when she wakes up. However, I must warn you—recovering memories from a traumatic event like this can be overwhelming. She may not only recall the good things, but also the pain.”

My heart sank. I could already feel it—my worst fear creeping into my chest. The thought of Y/N remembering everything—the accident, the scandal, the heartbreak—it terrified me.

“Will she... be okay?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Physically, she’s stable. Emotionally... it will depend on the support she receives. Just be there for her, Mr. Lee.”

I nodded, my throat tight, and muttered a quiet, “Thank you.”

Y/N was moved to a private room. The only sound in the sterile, dimly lit room was the rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring her.

I sat beside her, holding her hand, feeling the coldness of her skin. My heart ached with a deep, gnawing emptiness.

“Y/N,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I spoke her name. “You’re everything to me. I don’t care if you remember me or not. I just need you to be okay.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks as I leaned forward, resting my forehead against the edge of her bed.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “For everything. For not protecting you, for not being there when you needed me. I’ll make it right, I promise. I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to come back to me.”

I didn’t know how long I sat there, the hours slipping by unnoticed, until exhaustion finally overcame me. I laid my head down on the bed beside her, my hand still holding hers, and drifted into a restless sleep.

I woke up disoriented and groggy. The room was silent, and for a moment, I thought everything had been a bad dream.

But when I looked up, Y/N's bed was empty.

Panic shot through me like a lightning bolt, and I bolted upright.

“Y/N?” My voice cracked as I scrambled to my feet, my eyes frantically scanning the room.

I checked the bathroom—empty. The hallway—empty.

“Excuse me!” I shouted, rushing into the hallway and calling out to a nurse. “The patient in Room 314— Kwon Y/N, where is she?”

The nurse furrowed her brow and checked her clipboard. “She hasn’t been discharged. She should still be in her room.”

My chest tightened as the words sank in. I turned quickly, rushing back toward her room.

My breath caught in my throat, and a cold dread spread through my veins.

Where had she gone? Why would she leave? Was she okay?

The note trembled in my hand as I whispered, “Y/N... where are you?”

I had no answers. Just a feeling of impending dread.

(To be continued)

You may want to read Y/N's Backstory first before going to the next chapter!

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[aeinova]

welcome to novatober!

here is a timeline of events that will happen for nova as she turns 30. woohoo! don't worry, October will be a light month in terms of character development, especially because she will have a rough November and partially rough December due to the accident being heard in court.

for now though, have some breakdowns of two parties (one exclusive in the Hamptons, the other in Seoul).

#1: the Hamptons!

only a few select muses were invited to this one. if your muse did not receive an invite via Twitter DMS or isn't a plus one to those said muses, please skip ahead.

this party is directly inspired from the Ralph Lauren fashion show that happened a few weeks ago in the Hamptons. the theme for this party will essentially be Ralph Lauren, to match the pictures that exist already of Krystal:

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so think what your muse would wear to something such as a Wimbledon match or a very chic fashion show. it will happen on Saturday, October 19 (EST because that is my current time zone). i will link a few instagram posts, and these are free to use for inspo or for your muse to post:

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a general timeline:

• Arrival for muses: October 18 or October 19 in the morning.

• October 18 — Free day: Nova will be heading to NYC for shopping with any muses who would like to tag along. She will shop in the fashion district where ultimately she opts for the brown gown seen in the Ralph Lauren videos.

• October 19 — Party starts at 6pm EST: Arrivals for all muses. Cue an orchestra at arrival. A few celebrity NPCs will be there, such as the CEO of Ralph Lauren, Jessica, Aespa members, Models, Nova's team, etc. The party will include food and music. It's generally going to be quite entertaining.

• October 20 — Brunch @ Poolside. Let your muses enjoy the last bits of warmth the New York state can offer. The pool is heated, and so is the hot tub. The breakfast buffet is endlessly with tons of staff on hand.

• October 21 —. Departure. 🤍

accommodations:

your muse will have the option to either stay at the Jung's private residence in the Hamptons:

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or, stay at their own choice of hotel/house. all expenses are paid by Nova's sponsors.

#2 The Four Seasons – Seoul!

this will be a general party for those who still want to celebrate Nova on the day of her birthday, October 24 @ 8pm korean time. this party will also have the same sort of theme, except imagine it as a full Itaewon club. the music will be blasting, there is VIP rooms and the booze is endless in the main ballroom of the Four Seasons:

https://www.fourseasons.com/seoul/meetings-and-events/function-rooms/third-floor/grand_ballroom/

i will let this party be something muses can freely plan and roleplay around a bit. you can have them be messy, go into VIP areas and do whatever they want, have them dance all night, let them have a really good time or a really bad time— up to you! drama is allowed.

at some point, everyone will sing happy birthday to Nova, so let that be something to include in any posts made.

andddd that's about it. it's supposed to really just show what kind of idea i have going on. if you have any questions, feel free to DM me!

[aleahalfano]

#002 Brunch Club.

Dress - Roslyn - Ensley Outfit [NEW] @ Seoul Sessions

Hair - Doux - Bellami

Boots - Tetra - Lara High Boots

Bag - Rue - A Tote Bag

Phone - Hive - stay hydrated . phone+key

[alphabetboyluvr]

Hiii, I’m headed to South Korea in a couple days and wondering if you have any must-do/see/eat recommendations in the Seoul or Busan area! :)

ahh exciting, I hope you have the best time! the weather's cooling so youve chosen a great time ^^

for seoul, ikseondong is a really sweet hanok-lined neighbourhood crammed full of places to eat / things to do. you can easily lose a day here! there's a tteok shop that sells traditional rice cakes - I loveeee tteok so much, so you should deffo try some!

one of my fave cafe chains is camel coffee. they've got branches dotted all over the place in seoul - the seongsu branch is tiny and I love it, the one near seoul forest (no.7) is probably my fave.

my must-visit place for a bts lover is DAEO bookstore/cafe. its where I take all of my bts friends on their first visits - namjoon has been a couple of times and the vibe is just immaculate.

it's probably already on your list, but hyuga, the cafe in the old bts dorm is worth a visit - you might see an old post it note from me there hehe.

The Royal in itaewon is one of my fave brunch spots, and Plant too (but you're often waiting for a table).

for busan - DADAEPO!!!! it's my fave beach and you get the most gorgeous sunset over a mountainous horizon. just stunning!! ride the orange line right to the end, and you'll find it ^^

now the weather is cooling, I'd suggest the igidae coastal trail, too. I'm not a hiker at all, but it's a pretty chill trail and has the most amazing views.

there's a cafe called little aus that I highly recommend - again, a good brunch spot!!

I'm very much a cafe throughout the day as opposed to a big meal in the evening kinda girlie haha.

for general branches all over the country, ttangttangs chicken do my fave chicken - the herb chicken is to die for and the herb fries, my gaaaawd I love them. they've got branches in loads of places, but there's one right near haeundae beach front. dooki tteokbokki is a chain of serve yourself / buffet style tteokbokki. Good for small groups!

if you want, you can message me off anon and I can send you a list of navermaps pins for my faves ^^

enjoy your trip!!!

[tsevents]

street fashion floods dongdaemun design plaza and nightclubs amp up for the last great afterparties of summer. with seoul fashion week just around the corner as the first event on the global fashion week calendar for the s/s 2024 season, the the goal is to go bigger and better than ever. to turn more eyes than ever to the event, a partnership with several management agencies based in seoul has been announced, not the least of which are the four companies calling the new the four building in seoul home.

seoul fashion week officially takes place from september 5 to september 9. unofficially, a kickoff brunch is being held the day prior, beginning the week in earnest for the celebrity masses of seoul. talent from adagio, culture creative, everlast entertainment, and secret garden have all been courted to take place in the event to help raise the event's profile. naturally, in exchange for front row seats at shows and top-tier access to all of the week's activities, the talent rosters of these companies, regardless of typical vicinity to the fashion industry, are expected to show up and participate in organized events and press calls.

event schedule:

the following are event highlights to prompt thread and plot setting ideas. this is not necessarily all-inclusive of all possible seoul fashion week-related settings that can be used for the event. everyone is welcome to explore the seoul fashion week website and related news for further ideas.

sept. 4 - marie claire korea brunch: hosted by the popular fashion magazine, the marie claire korea brunch will be held the day before fashion week kicks off. the brunch will be held at the rooftop event facilities of the four's northwest tour (housing adagio's offices and facilities). brunch will be prepared by private chefs and mixologists to launch the week off right. after taking the mandatory pictures at the small red carpet photo op area, the atmosphere will be fairly casual and attendees may mingle as they wish, though marie claire korea staff and fashion press will be present. attendees will include celebrities, social elites, designers, and fashion journalists. free goodie bags will be on offer from several brands, spanning beauty, jewelry, and food industries. as this brunch is held at the recently opening the four and is meant to spark the buzz for fashion week, attendance here will be most expected. sept. 5 - 9 - runway shows & exhibiton: a complete schedule of runway shows and the adsb andersson bell exhibition can be found here. a number of front row seats to each show will be dispersed among celebrity guests as seen fit, as will admission tickets to private visiting hours to the exhibition. it is common for brands to welcome celebrity guests to dinner or reception after the show. sep. 9 - dazed korea x ul:kin x cahiers seoul fashion week afterparty: as fashion week comes to an end, seoul collection brands ul:kin and cahiers join fashion magazine dazed korea to serve host to the most exclusive afterparty of the week at a high-end hotel and club venue in seoul. a night of dancing and djs, this is a guest list only party for seoul's top stars... and anyone else who might belong to a top seoul entertainment agency. after a week of photo ops and always being on, the afterparty promises to be a lively end to a busy week.

event prompts:

the following prompts can be completed until the end of the event. completion of each prompt will result in earning one booking point, for a total of up to five booking points. for ease of access, please tag completions of these prompts with #thefoursfw.

threads: complete at least five threads related to the event. each of the threads must be with a different muse and you must make at least three posts of your own towards each thread (starter / reply / reply or reply / reply / reply). this prompt may overlap with the other thread prompt below. new interactions: participate in threads with at least three muses your muse has not previously threaded with. you must make at least three posts of your own towards each thread (starter / reply / reply or reply / reply / reply). this prompt may overlap with the other thread prompt above. participation proposal: submit a proposal for your muse to be involved in seoul fashion week festivities in some way other than watching a runway show or attending the brunch or afterparty by using this form. feel free to get creative, as long as it can reasonably fit within the scale and budget of seoul fashion week. some example ideas are: modeling in a runway show, having a runway show for their own brand, giving an opening or closing ceremony performance, giving a performance as part of a runway show, djing an afterparty, acting in or directing a campaign film for a seoul fashion week brand, filming a fashion week vlog, etc. character development item: create and post a character development item related to the event. if the muse completes the participation proposal, this can be related to that. if not, you're welcome to make the item related to the skeleton of the event itself. some general example ideas for character development items can be found here. the source submission: submit an article, forum post, or blind item to the source blog related to the event.

ooc info

this event will run until saturday, september 16 at 6am kst (acceptance time). please tag event-related posts with #thefoursfw. participation in this event is optional, though encouraged.

[yutafrita]

The Eternal Tragedy- CHAPTER THREE

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SEE YOU COWGIRL, SOMEDAY, SOMEWHERE!

Pairing(s): Mafia!Yuta x Reader, Mafia!Sungchan x Reader Reader Pronouns: She/ Her Genre: Angst, Sci-Fi, Fantasy Chapter Word Count: 9.4K Warnings: GRAPHIC depictions violence, GRAPHIC depictions of death, a LOT of blood towards the end of this chapter, alcohol use, mentions of a fraternity, suggestive scenes (?idk how else to describe this one it's like 3/4 in)

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It was odd to see Shotaro in the daylight. He had insisted on taking you and the waitstaff out for breakfast before your last day as a waitress, and while you and the rest of the waitstaff would get together on occasion, seeing the young man smiling out with all of you was definitely weird.

“I expect a whole parade when I leave,” Seulgi teased, her mimosa swirling in the glass in her hand. Shotaro had selected a rooftop restaurant in the fashion district of Neuvo Seoul, giving you all a view of the bustling city below.

“I don’t think you should participate in a parade at 100 years old,” Chaein taunted, earning laughs from everyone else.

“Are you excited?” Jisung asked you. He had been relatively quiet this morning, likely feeling nervous that he would soon be taking your place as a part of the waitstaff full time.

“Well, I’m excited to go to Mercury,” you lied, your smile still forced. “I just need to brush up on my accounting skills.”

“Being an accountant is just counting money, right? I do that everyday,” Irene sent you a reassuring smile. She was the most helpful when you told the staff about your robbery and that you would be taking the new job, even offering to go with you whenever you were sent to other planets for work.

According to Sungchan, the files and information you would need are in different places of the solar system as the syndicate never kept its information online. Since you would also be expected to… play with some numbers, you would need to visit the syndicates legal venues to help you do so. 

“There’s this really cool theme park there, I highly recommend going to it if you have free time,” Shotaro added.

“What is with you and theme parks, man?” Jisung questioned, seeming to be annoyed by his supervisor.

“Hey, life’s short! Let the man go to his little theme parks,” Goeun chided. She glanced your way, and you sent her the somber smile you had been wearing all morning. You liked your job. You liked your coworkers. Hell, you even liked your syndicate supervisor. The thought of not being able to work alongside them made your chest feel a heavy weight.

“You’re not dying, we’ll all still be bothering you,” Seulgi jumped in, catching the look you still had on.

You smiled again, “none of you guys could ever really bother me,” you shot a glance over to Jisung, “not even the little mouse.”

“They’re supposed to be rat ears,” Jisung sighed, his hands reaching up to cover the tiny mouse ears on his head. You all laughed again, watching a red heat rise on his ears.

Shotaro lifted his glass, “well, this is not a goodbye, this is just us wishing you good luck.” 

Luck, something that seemed to not be on your side lately. For the past week since your break in, you had been staying with Goeun and her younger sister, choosing to crash on their couch rather than be alone in the apartment. Sungchan, much to your dismay, put Yuta in charge of upgrading the security system of the place, and while it was certainly safer, the little nagging part of your brain could not get over the fact that your place had been violated. You even tried calling your mother afterwards, ready to swallow your pride and beg for her financial help, but she wouldn’t even answer your plethora of phone calls.

But, you need to be an adult again. So, after brunch and before your final shift for work that day, you went back to Goeun’s to pack up your small backpack.

“You can stay one more night,” Goeun pleaded, watching as you shoved your sneakers away. Her younger sister, Dosie, was unable to hide the joy she felt watching you pack, though. You loved her like she was your own sibling, but she made it very clear to you that she was unhappy with their current arrangement.

“Let her be, Goeun. Do you need any help packing?” she offered, removing the water bottle you had left on the floor without a proper coaster.

You shook your head, standing up as you finished gathering your things. “Thanks you guys, I’ll see you tonight Goeun.”

The sisters lived in a complex two blocks over from the Sosa subway station, so you started your walk over. Neuvo Seoul was fully alive now, and you melted together with the crowds of citizens and tourists alike moving about their day. You and Goeun both grew up on the other side of the planet in Paris-York, and while they certainly had their differences, you were convinced that large cities were all the same. All overstuffed with people, mostly a lack of regard for fellow pedestrians, random patches of town that smelled like piss, and a disinterested upper class.

You took your time getting through your commute, trying to bide your time and delay the inevitable. You wiped the sweat off the palms of your hands onto the bottom of the floral dress you still had on from the morning, nervous as your complex came into view. Stealing a glance at a newspaper stand, everything around you seemed the same. Your entire sense of self was crushed within a few brief moments, but not a thing around you seemed to have changed. 

You entered your apartment complex, waving hello to neighbors you passed on your way in. You moved up the steps at a sluggish pace, staring intently at your feet as you did so. 

“Ah, look who's back,” the cheery voice snapped your eyes up. Yuta was leaning against your door, his tail wagging once he saw the surprise in your eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“You really thought Sungchan wanted to leave your place unguarded after a break in?” Yuta scoffed. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I haven’t been home since the break-in.”

“Believe me, I know.”

“Have you been staking out in front of my apartment for a week?” you whispered, moving closer to the fox. 

“Me and a few other people,” Yuta shrugged. You resisted the urge to facepalm, already fighting off a headache at what your neighbors had to think. “Still haven’t found the robbers yet, sadly.”

“I know, Sungchan has been texting me that same message like every hour,” you grumbled, taking your keys out from your pocket. “Am I allowed to go into my own place now?”

“I guess I can allow it,” he sarcastically bit, moving to the side for you to quickly enter your place, “I’ll be out here if you need anything.”

“I won’t,” you bristled, shutting the door behind you. Alone in your apartment, any strength you felt was gone as you assessed your space. After the break-in, Sungchan had a few syndicate members help put your apartment back together as best as they could since the robbers also decided to break a few cups and picture frames on their way out. There was a faint echo in the space as you padded to your room, and an ache in your chest formed as you saw the empty wall which formerly held a painting your grandfather made.

A couple of earrings. Your favorite pair of heels. Several dresses. All of your vintage movies. Your grandfather’s painting. All of your flowers. All of your money.

It was an eclectic assortment of items to steal to say the least. You assessed the syndicate members' attempt to hang up your broken picture frames, frowning as you glared at the photo of you and your parents at your high school graduation. You went to your community college for two years before transferring to a university in Neuvo Seoul, but you remember how much this annoyed your mother. You wanted to save money, but she wanted a daughter she could proudly flaunt to her rich friends.

As the day progressed, you started mindlessly making dinner, watching the clock as you did. Then, you remembered the man outside your door.

Releasing a sigh, you cracked the front door open, “do you want ramen?”

Yuta happily took up your offer, perching himself on the chair in your kitchen island as you quickly served the two even plates. It was eerie. The peeling red paint of the apartment complimented the man very well: accenting the designer blood red suit he wore and his red fox ears and tail. He knew that your apartment wasn’t perfect, but his face still held one of fascination as his eyes scanned the kitchen.

“It was my grandparents. They bought it in 2060,” you don’t know why you decided to tell Yuta this. Maybe it was the way his eyes grew wide as you spoke, and how he quietly observed and listened. “My grandpa moved in with my parents a few years before he died, but he still had the lease to this place and left it to me.”

“Where do your parents live?” he asked, slurping up the ramen. You picked at your noodles, your elbows leaning heavily on your kitchen island.

“Paris-York, I moved here when I went to university.”

“Hm, Sungchan’s from Paris-York,” Yuta noted, and you raised an eyebrow in response. “He moved here when he was much younger, but I’m pretty sure that’s where he’s from.”

“It’s a… fine city,” you shrugged.

“Are you excited to go to Mercury?” he prompted. You noted that within a few minutes he had nearly finished his bowl despite you hardly even beginning to poke at your own food. You forced yourself to take a mouthful of noodles as you thought over his question. While you told the waitstaff that you were excited, you felt that you couldn’t hide the pit in your stomach anymore when it came to flying to Mercury.

“I guess. It’ll be my first time visiting another planet,” you admitted, your lip twitching. You felt too old to admit this. Most people have visited other planets and interplanetary travel had become extremely safe, yet you couldn’t shake the anxiety it made you feel.

“Are you afraid of ships, angel?” Yuta caught.

You frowned, “humans weren’t meant to travel between planets like this.”

Yuta pointed his chopstick at you, shaking his head as he did so. “You see, that line of thinking is what stops human innovation.”

******

Your last shift as a waitress in the garden was surreal. Taeyeon had given you a free dandelion tea, you were tipped supremely well working the bar, and you laughed with a smile brighter than ever as you walked back home afterwards with the rest of the waitstaff.

“I’ll see you guys soon,” you chirped. The girls all tugged you into a group hug, and parted ways from you. You lingered outside your complex for a moment, watching the group of girls chat and finish the short trek to the subway station. A shadow you had felt since you left the club now hovered your shoulder. 

You sighed, “what time do I need to report to the ship station?”

“Sungchan’s having a car pick you up, angel. I think 1000 should be fine,” Yuta’s voice chimed, not even phased that you hadn’t turned back to face him.

“I told you to stop calling me that,” you grumbled, fiddling with the keys in your bag before you let yourself into your apartment building. Yuta slinked in behind you, humming as he did so.

“I like how much it bothers you,” he replied, and you didn’t even have to look at him to know that he wore a devilish smile. You pinched the bridge of your nose once you stood at your front door.

“Why don’t you just… go home? And rest? I think I’ll be fine on my own for a few hours.”

Yuta shook his head, “no can do, angel.”

You frowned, opening your front door. “Do you want to just sit inside then?”

A look of fear crossed Yuta’s face, and you saw him glance behind himself as if someone was listening to you two. You rolled your eyes at this.

“I’m not asking you to fuck me. I just feel bad at the thought of you standing out here in the cold for hours.”

Yuta pressed his lips into a tight line, seeming to weigh his options. You sighed, stepping one foot into your apartment before you glanced back at the fox man, “the door’s unlocked, if you decide to come in.”

It had taken Yuta about a half an hour, but he quietly entered your apartment as you were packing your suitcase. You were perched on the edge of your couch, nodding once you met his gaze. You had changed into decidedly more comfortable clothing that was vastly different from what you typically wore at work, but Yuta didn’t bat an eye at your sweats.

“You should be sleeping by now,” he commented, his back pressed against your front door.

“I could say the same to you. Seriously, when was the last time you slept a full eight hours?”

Yuta looked up, mulling over a response as you chuckled. 

“Before my initiation, I think.”

“Ah, of course,” you hummed, folding the last of your clothes. Shutting the suitcase, you set yourself on top to help press it together and make it easier to zip up. The center part of the luggage was refusing to close, and you hunched over it as you tried to shut it. 

So quiet you hadn’t even noticed he moved, Yuta had crossed the kitchen and living room to kneel in front of you, his hands meeting yours to quickly shut the suitcase without any hesitation. 

You flopped back onto the couch, sighing in defeat. “Thanks.”

Yuta stayed kneeling for a moment before moving to the furthest corner of the couch. “It’s no problem.”

“You know I don’t bite, right?” Your eyes were drooping, exhaustion already starting to take over as you stared up at the popcorn ceiling.

“I know you don’t.”

You yawned, “and you know I’m no one's property either, right?”

You heard Yuta sigh, as if this was an internal debate he had been dealing with already. “I know.”

“Then why are you even afraid of sitting near me?”

Yuta was quiet for a while, and in that time your eyes slowly started to shut, your breathing slowly evening out.

“I dreamt about you,” Yuta’s soft voice forced your eyes back open, your eyes meeting his. “It’s silly to put so much weight into dreams… but it was just so surreal.”

“Mmm,” you grunted, your eyes meeting his. “I dreamed about you too, but I’m not being weird about it.”

He chuckled then, shifting himself ever so slightly on the couch so that he could be closer to you. “You’re right.”

“I know,” you replied. Slowly, you began drifting off to sleep, the hum of your apartment lights sending you deep into your dreams.

Now, you stood on the top of a hill, a strong wind pushing your hair and dress around. The fresh air was powerful, filing your lungs as you stared up at the big, blue, open sky.

“I miss this,” a silvery voice next to you spoke. You glanced over. Sungchan stood with his hands in his pockets, the wind wrapping his hair around the horns on his head and fluffing the feathers on his wings. 

“No other planet in this solar system is quite as lovely as earth,” he turned his eyes to meet your gaze, “nor is any face as lovely as yours.”

“Even my dream version of you is overly flirty and… weird,” you sighed, “earth’s been uninhabitable since 2062 ”

“... it’s cute that you dream of me, even if it’s only after you dream of Yuta.”

“At least you aren’t covered in blood.”

“I’ve been on earth before,” he interjected. You glanced back over to the young man, watching as his jaw clenched tightly.

“We’re here now,” you replied, seeing the clouds roll over in the sky. 

Sungchan sniggered, “this version of you is adorable.”

“The dream version of you is weirder, actually.”

His arm wrapped around your waist, and he tugged you closely to him. You braced your arms, placing your hands on his chest in an attempt to push yourself off to no avail. Sungchan tightened his grip, pulling you closer despite you fighting against him.

“As long as you still think this is a dream, I’ll treat this as one,” he set his chin on the crown of your head, his voice vibrating against his chest and your cheek that was pressed against him.

“This is not what I’d want in a dream,” you huffed, dropping your arms in defeat. Sungchan’s hand hooked under your chin, lifting your eyes up to see him. “Let go of me,” you whispered.

“You’ll have to kill me first, for once.”

******

Your first day in Mercury, Sungchan had left you alone to deal with mountains of senseless documents at the syndicate's beer garden. Santiago de Mercurio was the capital of the planet and prided itself in being “classier” than other big cities in the galaxy, which really just meant more stuck up, brighter lights, and an underbelly you had to go digging for. In Neuvo Seoul, it was easy to just stumble into syndicate dealings and even easier to turn a blind eye. Here though, the Mercurio Beer Garden held an air of seriousness that The Garden you had known and worked at all these years, would never touch.

Johnny, the man you had met while training Jisung and also the night Sungchan had you pose for him, was the man in charge of the Mercurio Beer Garden. He had shown you the office filled to the brim with disorganized papers while wearing a sheepish grin.

“When was the last time you had someone managing the finances?” you asked the tall man.

He scratched the back of his neck, thinking this over. “I wanna say about four months?”

Johnny had set down what he deemed “necessary paperwork” in one corner and asked if you needed anything else. He seemed kind, and stood out to you from the other syndicate members you’ve slowly been acquainting yourself with, although his tattoo was just as prominent as everyone else’s. It was his lack of accentors that took you back. They were such a sign of wealth and status in the solar system that seeing someone as visibly well off as him not having any still surprised you.

“How’s Yuta, by the way?” Johnny asked you before he left you to your own devices. You brought out your calculator and reading glasses, already focusing on your task at hand.

“He’s fine, I think. I haven’t spoken to him since I left Mars,” you replied blankly. Johnny nodded, seeming content with this news before he stepped out of the office and left you alone. You did miss the fox man’s presence. You found him annoying sometimes, but other times, you found him comforting and kind- you liked speaking with him. 

Speaking with other members of the syndicate was difficult.

The interplanetary ship you were all on made you sick most of the time, and when you did try to be sociable to the two other people on board who were not Sungchan, they often hardly looked your way. Kun, the former accountant and the one currently piloting the ship, hardly says so much as a good morning if you weren’t asking him about previously filed paperwork. Ten, Sungchan’s general syndicate right hand, would only speak to you if he wanted help locating Sungchan.

Sungchan was true to his word when he said you only had to work thirty hours a week, but in the week you were on Mercury to avoid being cornered by the man you often kept yourself busy with overtime. It’s not like you had nothing to do- the numbers were a mess and made no sense. But, being alone with Sungchan still made you nervous, especially when at night, you would hear him and Ten having to deal with some potential traitors or snitches.

It was your last night in Mercury, and you shut the binder on your last updated financial information for the Mercurio Beer Garden. Most of the papers Johnny had shown you were next to useless and you ended up spending several hours shredding paperwork. The office was much more organized, and you were hoping that when you passed by next quarter, Johnny would properly maintain the information in the format and… style you had.

There was a knock at the door and you absentmindedly told them to enter. You had expected it to be Johnny or possibly even Sungchan.

“Working hard, or hardly working, angel?” the stupid nickname had you pause. You glanced up from the chair, blinking quickly to confirm that it was, indeed, Yuta.

“What are you doing here?” you laughed, hoping the smile you wore would offset any potential bite your question held. Yuta was dressed in a more casual manner with a designer long sleeve and sweatpants to still indicate his wealth.

“Johnny asked me to pass by Mercury for the weekend,” he moved and set himself on the chair in front of you, whistling as he examined the state of the office. “How did you manage to clean this up?

You two spoke casually for a few minutes. The club was doing well, he said, and that Jisung had picked up the slack surprisingly quickly.

“Oh, and we’re still monitoring your apartment. Not 24/7 but enough.”

“No updates on the robbers?” you asked, holding out a bit of hope that you’d get your money and painting back. Yuta shook his head, looking away in shame. “That’s all right I guess… I just want my grandpa’s painting back.”

“... I promise I’ll get it back,” Yuta affirmed, his eyes rounded as he looked at you with a seriousness that took you by surprise.

You shrugged. “At least I still have his apartment.”

You spoke for a few minutes smiling and leaning over your desk as you did so.

“Can I try something?” he asked suddenly, and you raised a curious eyebrow.

“I guess,” you went to reach for one of the binders, assuming that’s what he meant. His hand steadied under your chin, and your eyes widened in shock before the softness of his lips met yours. It took you by surprise, and you didn’t have much time to register it before he moved away from you just as quickly. Your mouth was agape in confusion, and Yuta chuckled at your expression.

There was a knock at the door, and in bursted a chuckling Johnny who didn’t seem to notice the tension in the air.

“Yooo, man you have to come out here! Ten and Kun’s game of darts is getting intense!” Johnny cheered, shooting you a small smile. “Leave the little lady to finish cleaning the books.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out there soon,” Yuta nodded. Johnny left the two of you alone with a shut door, and you watched as Yuta took a blank sticky note from the desk, snatching the pen in your hand to scribble something down. “If you ever need me for anything,” he set the pen back down, “call me, and I’ll be there.”

He moved towards the door before he turned back to you, “I would have beaten myself if I didn’t try that at least once. So, thanks.”

Quickly, and without thinking, you grabbed Yuta’s hand to stop him. He paused, looking back at you with surprise. Hesitating, you leaned over the desk, and met your lips to his again, this time fully kissing the man you had been thinking about non-stop for the past few months.

His lips were just as soft as you had hoped they would be, and he kissed you back without hesitancy, his hands cradling your face. He broke from the kiss, his forehead leaning against yours as his breath fanned over your lips.

“I gotta go before you get me into trouble, angel.”

******

You hated Mercury and Venus. Maybe it was the fact that on each planet you spent hours sifting through wordless, senseless documents that barely helped you in fixing the syndicates books. Maybe it was the fact that one room over in every hotel room you had to hear Sungchan or Ten “taking care of problems” that happened to crop up on both planets. Or, and this was what you figured was most likely the issue, was that intersolar traveling always got you sick.

Hunched over the toilet on the ship, you vomited out the contents of your stomach. Sungchan let Ten take a break from managing dinner for the night, and decided to cook everyone's steaks. It was surprisingly good, but no matter how good the food has been, your stomach has refused to hold any food while flying between planets. 

“Fuck me,” you muttered, crumbling back down to the floor, your back pressed against the metal bathroom wall. There was a slight shift in the air, and you opened your eyes to see Sungchan standing at the open door of the bathroom, holding on to a towel and a small bottle.

He looked up as if in thought, “maybe not right now, but later.”

You would be snippy if not for the fact that you felt like such utter shit. Sungchan sighed and sat next to you, offering you the towel. This was not the first time he had seen you hunched over the toilet. Everytime you found yourself sick from the centripetal force of the ship, Sungchan seemed to also find himself next to you with a towel and an awkward attempt to comfort you.

Blowing your nose on the towel, you noted the pill bottle in the man’s hand.

“What’s that?” you asked, coughing. The burn in your throat wasn’t helped by the throbbing in your head.

“Ah, Jaemin finally got his hands on some proper nausea medication,” Sungchan paused, seeing the furrow in your brows, “Jaemin is our medic.”

“Ah.”

“One of the possible side effects is sleep walking, though.”

“If it keeps my stomach inside my body for one more day, I don’t care,” you reached your hand out to grab the pill bottle, only for Sungchan to pull his hand away, keeping it out of reach. “Please?”

“It’s not wise for you to sleepwalk around a ship in outer space. You’re staying in my room tonight so I can at least keep an eye on you.”

“I am not sleeping with you,” you hissed before your stomach turned again, knocking you back over the toilet bowl. Sungchan’s hand was placed on your lower back, sending a chill down your spine despite the bile coming out of you.

The interplanetary spaceship had two levels. The bottom level had the kitchen, tiny living space, and meeting room. The top level contained the hanger bay for the smaller ships as well as a mediocre living quarters. 

There was a small shuffling of footsteps and you looked up from the toilet, your eyes stinging as you saw Ten glaring at you from the doorframe. He was a high level member of the syndicate and besides managing the food on the ship, when he was on land he served as the ears of the group, you learned. Ten’s head was tilted down at you, the shadows of the dim bathroom lighting making his ram horns look more eerie than usual. 

“Listen, I know you still aren’t used to interplanetary travel, but this is our only toilet and I have to take a shit.”

The mucus covered towel in your hand vanished and in a moment was tossed at Ten’s annoyed face. 

“Fuck off,” Sungchan muttered, leading to a disgruntled Ten.

“Fine, I’ll take a dump in the bucket- again. We’ll just have Kun manage yet another interplanetary sanitation fine,” Ten shuffled away from the bathroom, his feet echoing against the metal.

Sungchan turned his head back towards you, his hand shaking the pill bottle. “I’m not sleeping with you,” you repeated.

“You’ll be on the bed, I’ll be on the couch. I’m a gentleman.”

“You beat the shit out of a frontdoorsman for pronouncing your name wrong.”

“Do you want to stop throwing up or not?”

You curled up in the smallest corner of the large bed, your back to the open window. You hated looking out at the stars and seeing where you all stood in the empty void of a universe. You hated everything. You were miserable. Just two more planets to go and you’d be back on Mars, closer to getting that stupid deed.

“How’s your stomach?” Sungchan asked, breaking you from your train of thought. You glanced over. He was laying on his back with his arms tucked under the back of his head, his body visibly too long for the couch as his legs dangled off the arm.

“It’s… fine. Look,” you sighed, annoyed by your conscience, “let me take the couch. Or let me be in my own room.”

“You wish,” Sungchan chuckled, staring up at the ceiling. Sungchan was typically aggressive and irritable with even the highest members of the syndicate, yet with you, he was nothing less than doting to an unfortunately obsessive degree. He was difficult to read. “I’d kill Jaemin if you sleep-walked out of this ship.”

“I believe you. But you don’t even fit on the couch,” you noted. Sungchan wagged his toes, still chuckling to himself. “I’ll be fine.”

“I can fight, if you try anything.”

“I know.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

“Good night, Sungchan.”

******

You were in love with Titan- or more specifically, Titan’s city of Jikanopolis. Titan was a moon of Saturn that humanity had managed to properly colonize. The buildings weren’t soaring like the ones in Paris-York, and the public transportation was better than what Neuvo Seoul offered. You loved the patches of greenery shoved into as many corners of the city as possible. You didn’t even mind the fact that technically the entire city was located under a ginormous greenhouse dome.

Sungchan noticed your sudden change of mood that first evening on the planet. You decided to have dinner in the patio of the bar the syndicate owned rather than staying holed up in the office as you had chosen to do these past few weeks at the other establishments. The night air was crisp, and while there were other patrons on the outside patio, you didn’t mind as you stared up at the deep golden night sky.

119 Bar and restaurant was at the heart of Jikanopolis on a gorgeous rooftop that overlooked the city. The Mercurio Beer Garden was high brow and certainly fancy- but the view and energy of 119 was miles ahead of anything on Mercury. 

“You look happy,” Sungchan stated, his blazer strung over his shoulders. You shrugged, looking back down at your nearly empty plate. Even the syndicate members of 119 were completely different from their other counterparts throughout the Solar system- all kind, boisterous, and easy going. Wonbin, the chef at 119, instead of greeting you casually, asked what your favorite meal was. Hours later, when you had originally planned to step out to grab take out, the man had fully prepared the meal for you, smiling brightly when he saw the joy on your face. 

Sungchan stood out like a sore thumb here in Titan.

“It’s… nice here,” you decided to reply, glancing back up. Sungchan removed his blazer, hanging it on the plastic chair in front of you at the table before he sat himself down. He leaned his elbows on the table, staring intently at the plate you were still working on. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and while he seemed to zone out, you fully stole a glance at his dragon tattoo. Having to be around quite a few syndicate members these past few weeks, you’ve seen how they all distinguish themselves in their rankings. Yuta, Ten and Johnny were the only members you had seen with black ink for their dragons, small lines of red accenting the mouth. Jisung and a few lower level members had blue ink used as the primary colors on their tattoos. A few mid level members like Kun and even Wonbin’s tattoos were a blend of red with green accents.

Sungchan was the only member you saw with his tattoo to be made up only of one color- red.

“My eyes are up here,” Sungchan waved his hand in front of your face, and you blinked quickly in embarrassment. “Saturn, god what a bastard.”

“Huh?” you raised your eyebrow. You weren’t sure why you bothered humoring him- Sungchan randomly speaking cryptically around you was something you should be used to by now. 

“Sometimes I just think about the namesake of the planets… humanity named them after their roman counterparts, not even their Greek counterparts.”

You mulled over this, “Mars just has a better ring to it than Ares.”

“Jupiter has a better ring to it than Zeus I guess,” he hummed, and you physically felt a chill rush down your spine. “Are you cold?”

“I’m fine,” you replied briskly. “Saturn… which God is that one?”

Sungchan let out a deep sigh, leaning back on his chair and staring back up at the night sky. “He was the Dad of Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto, Vesta, Ceres, and Juno. God of time, generation, dissolution, wealth, liberation… he ate up all his kids except for the youngest one,-.”

“Jupiter,” you finished, meeting his gaze. He nodded. “I guess that makes sense as to why Saturn’s moon is named Titan.”

“I think you know the rest of that myth.”

“Yeah yeah yeah- Saturn ate a rock that his wife gave him, Jupiter kicked his ass and everyone lived happily ever after.”

Sungchan cracked a smile, his eyes not leaving yours. “That’s one way of putting it.”

“Here’s that drink you wanted, Sungchan,” one of the staff members approached, his nodding at you as they set down the alcohol he seemed to have asked to be sent there.

You looked back up at the night sky. The light pollution of the city was so minimal compared to the other planets you visited, that you were able to clearly make out stars and the planet of Saturn from where you sat. You hadn’t been able to enjoy the view of them so much on the ship on account of you trying to not throw up from motion sickness, but being able to see them from here from the comfort of a moon made you smile. A genuine smile you hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages.

“You love Titan, don’t you?” Sungchan’s voice was calm, and when you looked back at him for a moment, it seemed like a pained expression flashed on his face before being replaced with his usual stillness. 

“I think so,” you admitted, looking back up, “the stars are just so lovely from here.”

“You do look quite lovely, even if it’s on Titan,” Sungchan grumbled. 

******

You and Ten were the only ones at the hotel for a while that night.

Sungchan and Kun had stayed behind at 119, and you decided to watch the large TV in the living room for the time being. You were half listening to the TV, half glancing out at the window behind the TV, taking in the night sky in the comfort of your PJs. There was a shift on the couch, and you looked over to see Ten, frowning at the screen.

“Why are you watching the news?” he judged, crossing his legs on the couch to get comfortable.

You shrugged, “I guess I just wanted to see what goes on around here.”

“It’s Titan, it’s like, the lamest place in the solar system.”

“Mercury was pretty lame,” you countered. The news channel was a local one, discussing fun activities occurring in the area over the upcoming weekend- simple. You loved it.

“Oh please,” Ten leaned forward, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. “Titan does have one good thing I’ll admit,” he flipped through a few channels before settling on a grainy film, “this channel only runs on this planet due to some weird copyright law. It’s all the old movies and shows from earth that managed to survive time.”

Your eyes focused on the screen, listening to the over exaggerated voices, the awkward laugh track, and the fascinating dynamic between the wife character and her husband.

“How did you even find this?” you asked, settling in on the couch now.

“Yuta talks about it all the time, he’s from Jikanopolis,” Ten answered before laughing along with the cheesy punchline. 

You had been tempted to call the fox-man several times since getting his phone number, but each time you began to write the number out on your phone, you’d panic and clear it out. You tried and failed to get the feeling of his lips on yours out of your mind to no avail.

Titan. Maybe you could start the conversation about his home? You frowned at yourself, feeling embarrassed about your overthinking.

“What? You don’t like I love Lucy?” Ten snapped.

“Huh?”

“This show, you don’t like this show.”

“I wasn’t paying attention,” you admitted.

Ten then chuckled, “I mentioned Yuta and you immediately zoned out.”

You scoffed, “I’m just tired- your organization has horrible management when it comes to its paperwork.”

Ten was about to reply back with something witty before the hotel door opened. You two turned around on the couch, watching a chuckling, close-eyed Sungchan leaning on an annoyed Kun.

“Ten, help,” Kun grunted, struggling to handle the taller man who was muttering incoherently. Kun set his hand on Sungchan’s horns that were blocking his vision, pushing the young man’s head to lean forward instead of on Kun’s own shoulder, squishing Kun’s swan wings in the process.

“Mmm…Mhhh,” Sungchan muttered, his eyes struggling to open. “More… beer.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure buddy,” Ten sighed, leaping over the back of the couch to help Kun guide their boss into his room. “How did you manage to be the one to lead us again?”

“Kick… Kicked his ass,” Sungchan giggled, smiling an infectious smile that made even Kun’s lips twitch.

“Sure, man. Let’s get you to bed,” Kun and Ten started through the foyer, half carrying, half guiding him to his room. 

Besides some small shuffling, you didn’t hear much else as the duo got Sungchan into his bed. In the moment that they were in Sungchan’s room,you quietly moved into your own room, shutting the door silently as you did.

As tired as you were from interplanetary travel, you found yourself sitting in front of the floor to ceiling window in your room, staring out at the night sky again. The stars twinkled brighter here. The planet felt more complete than any of the other ones you visited. Even though in the sky you would catch glimpses of other ships, it never bothered you to see them like they would on Mars.

You felt like you were in a daze as you stared at the stars and the passing ships. Drunk by the soft sky and dazzling flecks of light. 

“I thought you’d be sleeping,” his softened voice surprised you. You stood up quickly, stunned to see Sungchan looking at you solemnly, his gaze illuminated solely by the light bouncing off of Saturn onto the planet.

“I thought you’d be sleeping,” you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady. Sungchan had shut and locked your bedroom door when he entered, this much you could tell from where you stood. He had his blazer slung over his shoulder and wings, his hooded eyes watching you closely. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you,” he pouted, tossing the blazer onto your bed.

You glared at the loose garment before looking back, “you should get back to sleep.”

Sungchan burped before he replied, “dance with me.”

“Wha-?” Before you could properly be confused, Sungchan closed the small steps between the two of you, wrapping you in his embrace and moving to guide you. “Let go of me,” you sighed, trying to push off of his chest.

“Humor me,” he whispered, resting a hand on the top of your head. You hesitated, before moving your arms awkwardly to your side, allowing Sungchan to sway your stiff body side to side. You inhaled carefully, afraid of moving too much and Sungchan retaliating in some way. Instead, the stupor you felt while staring at the night sky seemed to return in full force, as his ambrosial scent filled your lungs. 

You had been so close to Sungchan that you noticed his smell, but as you instinctually wrapped your arms around him (stopping at his wings) you found yourself enraptured in thoughts of him. Imagining you and Sungchan running through fields like the ones in your dream, sitting in libraries and sharing wistful gazes, wrapped endlessly in each other's arms.

You tilted your head upwards at Sungchan in an odd attempt to stifle the sudden yearning that flooded your system. His eyes were half shut, a sad smirk on his face.

“Dance with me,” he repeated, his voice now hardly above a whisper.

“There’s no music, and I have two left feet,” your voice surprised you. You were staring so deeply into the young man’s eyes, it was a wonder to you that you even managed to utter any coherent sounds, let alone an actual response.

“You’ll be just fine,” and with that, he swiftly laced his fingers through your own, guiding you. “This is a waltz,” he explained. It was strange, at his note, you found yourself almost perfectly matching his footing and hand coordination.

You chuckled at the absurdity, “I guess I’m a natural.”

“You always were,” he sighed, spinning you quickly before you faced each other again. The silent song that only Sungchan seemed to hear was enchanting to you, as you stared up at the tipsy man and matched his movements.

“You haven’t known me for long,” you pointed.

“I’ve known you for much, much longer than you think,” he continued leading the dance despite his eyes training so intently on you. 

Sungchan had stopped the dance, holding you tightly to him in a suffocating hug. Again, your brain went to different fantasies with Sungchan, each more surreal than the last: the two of you on earth at a bar, the two of you on earth riding bikes, the two of you on earth riding horses. You buried your nose in his shirt, earning a chuckle from him as you tried to get to the root of these invasive fantasies.

“You’d think you were the tipsy one,” Sungchan’s voice vibrated through his chest and against your face. His hand brushed against your neck, sending a chill down your spine as his fingers then trailed along your jaw, moving to tilt your chin upwards to meet his gaze. “What’s on your mind?”

Am I drunk? What the hell is wrong with me? Your brain was fighting itself as you stared up at the young syndicate leader. You had felt nearly nothing but contempt and fear of him, yet, despite him waltzing into your room announced, you felt hypnotized by just the thought of him. Being near him now, you felt your knees shake as his thumb grazed your bottom lip.

“I should leave,” he muttered, although he made no moves to do so.

Shamefully, you knew how he must see you in this moment- vulnerable, wide-eyed- and you relished in this. Sungchan had been doting on you without reason since the first time you met him, and now, in the silence in the penthouse on Titan, you saw briefly what everyone else actively saw- the head of a crime organization looking down at his prey.

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat, and raised your own hand to hold up the one he had under your chin. His thumb stopped its circular motions of your bottom lip, and Sungchan stared with open eyes as you slowly parted your lips, sinking his thumb into your mouth and onto your tongue.

Even in the dim lighting you watched his pupils dilate, his entire body tense in surprise as your tongue swirled his thumb in your mouth.

“What are you doing to me?” He didn't seem to expect an answer, rather choosing to watch you with great intrigue as you released his thumb, moving to then insert his pointer and middle digits into your mouth instead. 

Taking in Sungchan’s euphoric aroma was one thing, but it was another to have a piece of him dancing on your tongue. He had stopped passively letting you maneuver as he did before, and had his fingers instead grace themselves however he saw fit in your mouth, pulling them out slowly afterwards in awe.

Sungchan brought his fingers back to his own lips, his eyes meeting yours as his other arm tightened its grip on your waist, keeping you as close as possible to him as he took in every bit of your saliva from his fingers to blend with his.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed,” he whispered, his now drenched fingers moving to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

You motioned to speak, before Sungchan’s eyes shut, his entire body slumping over your shoulder. You let out a small yelp, realizing that the literal head of the syndicate seemed to just… pass out on your shoulder. 

The heat on your cheeks and between your legs made you let out a frustrated groan as you struggled to move the man off of you. He was tall, firm, and was fully putting his entire weight on your body. 

“Shit!” you muttered, crumbling to the floor with the man on top of you, snoring loudly as his wings acted as a makeshift cage around your body. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you whispered.

You poked at the man's cheek in an attempt to wake him, only making him cuddle into your crushed figure as he muttered nonsense. 

“Terra… I’ll let you go… Terra.”

*****

It was 1999, and Sungchan pounded another vodka shot. He had been invited to yet another New Years Eve Party, and after having to endure hundreds of them in different mortal bodies, he had gotten tired of them. The only good thing about being twenty-two yet again, was that he still hadn’t grown a proper tolerance to alcohol. When you were all originally cursed, it was stipulated that he would be the only one to retain all of his memories, making sure that even when he was reborn, his infant brain would still remember who he truly was, and further torture him with the mind of a God, in the body of a useless mortal body.

It was 1999, and the humans around him at this shitty house were partying like it was the end of the world. Venus slung his arm over Sungchan’s shoulder, howling with joy at the sight of the younger man’s two empty vodka shots in his hands.

“It was just vodka, Johnny,” Sungchan sighed, waiting patiently to feel the familiar buzz. He still hadn’t encountered you in this lifetime, and while he was overjoyed to know that you were still alive (that this curse could be broken), he wasn’t holding his breath. So, he drank.

“Remember when a sip of beer had you on your ass? Little Bambi is all grown up!” Johnny fake cried, earning the attention of their nearby fraternity brother. Sungchan had joined a few in different lifetimes, and he figured he’d collect as many collegiate letters as possible- like a fun game for his miserable existence.

“Uh uh! He’s not a freshman anymore- can’t call him Bambi!” Pluto slurred, earning a laugh from Johnny.

“I don’t mind being called Bambi,” Sungchan sighed, glancing over his shoulder once a round of hollers were heard from the party crowd behind them. The party was at the fraternity house and the trio stood near the foyer, so Sungchan was staring up in awe as he saw you on the stairs making out with Mars. “Oh my Gods.”

Yuta furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and craned his own neck upwards to chuckle, “oh yeah, that Jaemin’s ‘best friend’.”

“I knew they’d fuck eventually,” Johnny took another sip of his drink, “he kept swearing they were just childhood pals but.. I mean- that tension is insane.”

Sungchan was staring up at you two without any shame, his mouth hanging open as he fought every urge to rip Jaemin off of you and whisk you away.

“You’re gonna catch flies,” Yuta teased before manually shutting Sungchan’s jaw. Sungchan sent a glare to Yuta, earning a collected laugh from the pair. 

For the rest of the party, Sungchan hovered nearby, forcing casual conversation with other fraternity members or party goers around him to not look suspicious, and hoping that Jaemin would leave you alone long enough for Sungchan to speak to you… just once. 

You could break the curse this time. He knew it. You just needed a push.

“... have to grab something,” Sungchan’s ears perked up at Jaemin telling you this. He couldn’t hear your reply over the blasting music, but he could hear your small voice whine. Sungchan covered his mouth, fighting the small smile he found wanting to cross his lips- you were just so cute. From the corner of his eye, Jaemin passed Sungchan, and he quickly took this as his cue to pass through the string of people blocking his path in the hallway, landing directly in front of this new version of you. Before you could respond, Sungchan handed you a soda can of your favorite soda.

“Uh… thank you? How did you even guess that this was my favorite soda?” you cautiously took the drink from his hands, leaning against the wall as you popped the can open.

“Lucky guess. So, what guy left you alone here?” Sungchan knew better than to tell you that he knew everything about you- your favorite drinks, your favorite flowers, the type of books you liked to read, your favorite places to be touched. He’s tried that before- and it never went well.

“Jaemin- but he’s gonna be right back,” you added quickly, your lip tugging in the way it did when you were unsure about something.

“That’s a shame.”

“How so?” you were curious, furrowing your brow as you sipped on the soda that had gotten warm from Sungchan hanging onto it for so long.

“Well, if it were me, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”

You scoffed, but he caught the small blush forming on your ears. “You’re Sungchan, right?”

This caught Sungchan off guard. While he had known Jaemin for about two years now, he had never encountered you- this he would remember.

“I… I’ve seen you in Jaemin’s frat yearbooks,” you seemed embarrassed, and if Sungchan wasn’t holding back he would pinch your cheeks and hold you closely to him. Instead he cleared his throat and looked away, catching Jaemin’s head at the end of the hallway and struggling to maneuver through the throng of people.

“I have a yearbook from the 50s- do you wanna see it?” Sungchan took your small nod as a yes, and gently took your hand, guiding you down the hall and to his bedroom. It was a generally small space and didn’t have much in it beyond stacks of books and a neatly made full sized bed.

“This is the cleanest guys room I’ve ever seen,” you giggled, standing in front of the shut door as the music from downstairs was now muffled.

“I’m not a huge fan of messes,” Sungchan untucked the yearbook from his shelf, sitting on his bed to open it up. He glanced up at you, watching you hesitate. “You can stay standing, but I’m not gonna touch you or anything you don’t want.”

This seemed to quell your nerves as you sat next Sungchan, the bed creaking slightly at the new weight. He quietly flipped through the yearbook, and landed on the page he thought you’d like.

“Gosh those football uniforms were so terrible,” you giggled, leaning so closely to Sungchan that he stopped breathing. He could feel your breath fanning over his arm, your heat radiating off of you, and his mind nearly started spinning. Your hand then brushed over his as you turned the page over, gushing over the sweethearts page.

“I bet most of these people's kids are in this frat now,” you noted, your fingers tracing the hearts over the page.

“I think Jaemin’s one of them,” Sungchan noted, looking up to meet your gaze. This seemed to strike something in you, and you pressed your lips tightly together. Sungchan tilted his head, “did I say something wrong?”

“No… No. Um- did you see us…” your voice trailed off, looking away from Sungchan as you tried to piece something together.

“You guys making out for everyone to see? Yeah,” Sungchan chuckled despite the fire this caused in his chest. You scratched the back of your neck, sighing as if you were defeated.

“Can I… tell you something?” You asked, and Sungchan nodded, closing the yearbook. “I know you don’t know me-,” Sungchan held back a snort, “but… I've wanted to kiss Jaemin for years but… it didn’t feel as right as I hoped it would.”

Sungchan whistled, knowing that this was a very heavy topic to you. “That sounds rough. Maybe you should kiss someone else and compare?” Sungchan made sure it sounded like a joke, and you giggled, slightly punching his arm.

“All of you guys have been telling us to get together for years, so I doubt anyone here would-.”

“I would,” Sungchan cut you off, this took you aback, and you both looked towards the door as the music was cut off. “They’re probably gonna start the countdown soon,” he slid the yearbook under his bed, intending to stand up then until you grabbed his wrist.

“... have we met before?”

Sungchan froze, and sputtered out, “not in this lifetime.”

You laughed then, Sungchan’s favorite sound he mentally noted as he admired you.

“Kiss me,” this boldness surprised Sungchan, and while he didn’t smell any alcohol on  your breath he still asked. “Gosh, just be a normal frat guy and kiss me,” you taunted, hooking your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. 

Sungchan wrapped his arms around you, laying you down on his bed and earning a small gasp from your lips. You were addictive, Sungchan’s head was swimming as he swiped his tongue into your mouth, taking him deeper into full ecstasy as he tasted more of you. 

He knew this feeling. He knows it too well. He couldn’t stand it- he could fight it.

Your hands trailed from his face slowly moving past his chest and moving towards his waistband. This woke Sungchan up, and he jumped off you, accidentally rolling off of his own bed and landing on his back.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” you moved to the edge of the bed, worry striking your features as you studied Sungchan’s dazed expression. Sungchan swallowed deeply, looking up at you as the same feeling that took your life over and over again began to cloud his judgment.

“Kill me,” his voice was so quiet that you didn’t even hear him.

“Come again?” you asked, leaning closer to the edge of the bed. 

Sungchan leaned himself up on his elbows and your noses brushed against each other before he repeated, “kill. Me.”

You laughed, thinking he was making some weird joke.

“Falling off a bed is embarrassing but not enough for you to die over it,” you chuckled, reaching out and lightly tapping his shoulder. You glanced back at the door, sighing, “we should probably go and join for the countdown.”

Darkness. Sungchan’s senses all vanished again, the same way it had all these past times. He was trapped, truly, for whoever knows how long. He was in the darkness.

His sense of touch came back first and he immediately recoiled, his hands coated in something warm, his knees to the ground. There was a burning along his arms and neck, and he knew they were scratch marks. Then, his sense of smell returned, the reek of blood swarming and overwhelming his senses along with the saltiness of the tears streaming down his face. His hearing followed then, the silence in the room and the countdown starting from ten downstairs already confirming what his vision did shortly thereafter.

Your body had been yanked down from the bed, and your throat sliced by Sungchan’s broken lamp shards. Sungchan sobbed quietly, lifting your dead body to his chest in agony at having to see you dead, again, in his arms, by his own hands.

CHAPTER FOUR: SLEEPING BEAST

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while it was decently nice to get a break, he had to admit, he was itching to get back into the swing of things; school, hanging with his friends, and most importantly, training. like always, his mother asked him how it was going, gave him a nice birthday brunch as well as a few goodies. it was nice, it always was, but there was an itch he could never quite scratch at home like he could in seoul. he wasn't sure what that said about him, and a part of him is afraid to find out.

of course, his mother doesn't know about getting wasted, about the nights he's sat in an ice baths, about his eyes constantly burning from being tired. she doesn't know about the late night games and getting in at 3 am. and that's for the best.

its only a day after he lands that he gets back to it, ignoring the edge of jet lag that lingers on him. he adjusts his backpack. he could get some rap practice in before it got too late, and he was slightly glad the building wouldn't be too packed.

the near collision has his eyes going wide, holding the other so they didn't fall backwards before eyes connect to her face and his face brightens up. "oh, hi noona." he says softly, offering a slight bow her way as well. thunder cracks in the distance, but he ignores it. "did you have a good holiday?" he asks.