#bts all over my dash tonight n i love it

[minisugakoobies]

Nothing | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, crack, DadYoongi!AU, BadCop!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: weapons - guns, shootout, someone gets shot, mention of blood, swearing, switching POVs, allusions to murder, Jimin's got a filthy mouth but probably not in the way you'd hope, tattooed Jimin, Jungkook in a police uniform, a lil' pining if you squint, Yoongi is not a good guy here and neither is Jimin (ymmv)

Word Count: 1.5k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Everything is falling apart. Will you be left with nothing?

A/N: The calvary has arrived! For both Yoongi and OC. Uhhhh also there are multiple shots fired, and no one here is a Stormtrooper so targets do get hit. 😬

Thanks to @hesperantha for alerting me yesterday to this incredible artwork by artist VermillionOrchid (not sure if they'd like to be tagged in fanfic, so I'm just linking to their gorgeous work!). Max, I was so inspired that I wrote a whole new chapter, so thank you! 💜

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Part 3 💵 Bad Cop Masterlist 💵 Part 5

The Bureau taught you many valuable lessons during your time at the academy. But there was one simple instruction that stood out above the rest: keep calm. An agitated agent is a dead agent. No matter what, always keep calm.

Try telling that now to your heart. 

With a little exertion, you manage to free your hands from Yoongi’s rope. It takes considerably more effort to turn away from where he’s sprawled on the cold cement. Long lashes flutter against pale cheeks as he slumbers, knocked into unconsciousness by your hard head. His flawless skin is marred by splatters of dried blood, like stained porcelain. But you know he’s not as delicate as his beauty would have you believe, so you force yourself to get up, dashing back into his house. You hurriedly dress and grab the box from the safe, stuffing it into the tote bag you sling in your cover as a teacher. On your way back to the garage, you spot Yoongi’s holster, and swiftly pluck a pair of handcuffs from it. 

As you’re crossing the kitchen, there’s a rap on the back door. 

You peek out the window over the sink. A shiny black and white police cruiser is parked in the driveway. 

Yoongi drives an unmarked car. 

Shit.

Slipping your handgun out of your bag, you hold it behind your back as you peer through the peephole, thankful that Yoongi’s paranoid enough to have installed one in his back door. A worried pair of doe eyes greet you. Jungkook is standing on the other side of the door in his uniform, hand resting on his gun where it sits on his hip. 

“Oh thank fuck,” you sigh as you usher him in. “I thought you were off tonight?”

“I swapped shifts with Taehyung. He had some hot date or something,” your partner replies, walking in with his gun drawn and sweeping the room, making sure you’re safe. Any other night, you’d mock him for being overprotective, but the way your heart still rattles in your chest keeps your lips sealed. “You okay?” 

You just nod, not wanting to talk about what happened. Not wanting to remember. “Come on, he’s in here.” 

Thankfully, Yoongi hasn’t moved from where you left him. Quickly, the two of you roll him onto his stomach and snap the cuffs onto his wrists, binding his hands behind his back. He groans as you turn him, but otherwise doesn’t stir. 

“So now what?” Jungkook asks, hands on his knees as he kneels across from you. 

“Now we bring him in. Did you get the lab results back yet?”

Jungkook licks at the corner of his mouth. A bad sign. You’ve been his partner long enough to know all his tells, as much as he’d petulantly insist that he has none. “Yeah, so… all that work to convince Taehyung that I ate the dumplings, instead of smuggling them out of the crime scene, and it turns out that Yoongi only laced the eaten one with the poison because none of the others had any traces. Not a single drop to be found.”

“Goddamn it.” All that effort, for nothing. You’d been hoping for a smoking gun in the form of a poisonous dumpling, but of course it couldn’t be that simple. Still, it had been better for your lab to run the tests, rather than rely on the lab in Yoongi’s precinct. God only knows how many people there are in his pocket. Anyone there could fake the test results for the right price. And Yoongi’s got money to burn. 

Your partner hums in agreement, running his hand through his raven hair. His baby face made it so easy for him to infiltrate the police department, effortlessly selling the lie of a young cadet fresh out of training. But the scar running through his right eyebrow tells a different story. It heralds him as a warrior who has fought many battles, faced death countless times, and won. The scar reminds him who he is when he’s in uniform, staring at his handsome face in the rearview mirror of his police car.

But Jungkook knows that if he’s a warrior, he’s Achilles. He can only pray that no one ever figures out his heel.

As though you can read his thoughts, you catch his eye and smile, but it’s weak, a half-hearted attempt at reassurance that misses the mark, and it only makes his chest ache. 

Jungkook gazes at the kingpin lying on his stomach on the garage floor. He’s seen firsthand how intimidating the man can be. He doesn’t seem so threatening now. “Even without the dumplings, don’t we have enough to put him away?” 

“I hope so. I mean, I know Namjoon’s been working on obtaining the financial records I requested, which hasn’t been easy since Yoongi apparently discovered how to use shell companies in the last year since his empire expanded.” You glance at the still sleeping man, missing the way Jungkook watches your face. If you know all his tells, he surely knows yours, and right now the way you chew your bottom lip makes his stomach twist. “And I’m sure we–”

You both straighten up as you hear it. A door closing in the house. The back door?

Jungkook’s hand is already on his hip. “Da-som?”

You shake your head. Yoongi’s daughter isn’t home. 

Jungkook’s gun is in his hand. Yours is as well as you follow him back into the house, one careful step at a time. There’s no one in the kitchen. 

You motion to your partner, pointing to yourself, then at the ceiling. He nods, understanding your plan to split up and check the floors of the house separately. 

“What the fuck?”

The two of you spin, following the sound of the exclamation to the blond man standing in the doorway to the living room. He wears a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, snake tattoos winding down his forearms to his hands which are gripping a giant duffel bag. There’s a loaded holster tucked under both his arms. 

“Whoa, whoa, don’t shoot!” the man yelps, dropping the bag as he raises his hands above his head.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jungkook shouts back, but you don’t need him to answer. 

“Drop your weapons, Park!” you order him. Goddamn it, you’d completely forgotten that Yoongi had called for a cleanup earlier.

Jimin merely smirks, arms still in the air. “Fuck, I knew that call was for you! I told Yoongi he was making a mistake, dating you. He should’ve gotten rid of you after the first fuck.” His dark eyes skim your figure so slowly, so blatantly that your skin crawls. “Guess the pussy was just too good.”

“Shut your fucking mouth and drop your weapons!” Jungkook growls, taking a step towards the blond. Despite the anger that radiates from your partner, Jimin doesn’t flinch. 

“Relax! I’m just going to reach… for… my… guns,” Jimin speaks in a low, soothing tone, dragging out his sentence as he gingerly lowers his hands. You and Jungkook follow his movements closely with the barrels of your guns.

In the blink of an eye, Jimin draws his weapons and starts firing. 

You dive behind the kitchen island as Jungkook lands beside you. “Shit!” 

“Fuck!” he concurs, head slamming back against the wooden cabinets as bullets continue to whizz by above you. Jimin cackles wildly, shooting holes in Yoongi’s tastefully decorated kitchen. Jungkook leans around the corner, firing off a few rounds. 

“This guy’s a fucking maniac!” your partner yells over the barrage of bullets coming from the blond. 

You shimmy around the side far enough to aim a few shots at Jimin, who promptly hurdles over Yoongi’s couch, seeking cover. Silence. He’s reloading.  

Because the two of you are deep undercover, there’s no one else nearby for you to call for backup. Even if you sound the alarm now, it’ll take too long for the nearest team to reach you. So it’s up to the two of you to end this. 

A frustrated wail sounds from the garage. Yoongi’s awake. Your seditious heart stirs again at the anguish strangling his voice. “Jimin! Get me the fuck out of here!” 

The blond leaps to his feet and bolts for the garage door, sending another deluge of bullets your way. You and your partner huddle against the island until the shooting stops. A quick glance at the door finds it ajar. 

“We gotta go,” Jungkook is already on his feet, tugging you to yours. Any second now, Jimin will have Yoongi out of those handcuffs, and then he’ll find you, and then he’ll - he’ll -

“Hey!” Jungkook is gripping your face. “Come on, we have to go! Now!” 

The two of you scramble out into the driveway. Footsteps pound behind you. Jungkook throws his arm around you, shielding you as best he can as you reach the car. 

A shot rings out. Jungkook’s eyes go wide as he falls to his knees.

You scream. 

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fic rec vi ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez )  if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

nct 

jeno

no title by @tyongf-nct | s

- smut blurb.

body guards and boyfriend by @pastelsicheng | f

-  sometimes the only way you can really get some alone time with your boyfriend is by making his job hard.

lipstick smears by @kopikokun | f

-  jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.

jaehyun

[10:30] by @moonttaeil | 

- a lockdown moment.

[2:40] by @nct-jungjaehyun | f a

- cute quality fluff time with bf!jae with a dash of angst.

[11:41] by @jeongvision | f 

- family time with apples.

just like magic by @starryhyuck | f s

-  jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

love to hate me by @moonctzeny | s a 

-  you and jaehyun meet as sm trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you decided to leave the company and pursue a solo career. when you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other.

moving on by @ddeonghwaa | f a

- reader has been chasing jae for some time but when she moved on jae suddenly enter the picture.

sun&moon by @ppangjae | f a

-  asking jeong jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week christmas vacation as your boyfriend has its consequences. one can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with an enemy, right?

snack run with a snack by @kopikokun | f 

-  on your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. you’re a little peeved, but at least jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

lover boy by @neoct-zen | f s

- bunch fics of lover boy jae and reader.

jungwoo

one more time, please by @haequarius | f s

-  you don’t know what you and Jungwoo are, but you are certainly weak for him.

jealous by @whiplashsan | s 

-  jungwoo is all smiles and sunshine until he gets jealous, and he just so happens to get jealous over the smallest things when it comes to you.

doyoung

sugar, spice and everything not nice by @alreadyblondenow | s

-  doyoung getting your ring size wrong, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, slight fingering, wedding tragedies.

no title by @ncteaxhoe | s

- dom!doyoung, rough? i need holy water.

the little one by @ethaeriyeol | f 

-  a gift of life; female reader x husband!Doyoung; fluff, light angst, married au

lucas

exquisite taste by @weishenkonbini | s f

- smut but with a fluffy ending.

for you always by @labyrinthsofyou | f

-  in which you surprise yukhei when he forgets about your date.

6:19 by @cozykpopblurbs | f

- a cute fluff ft kun and winwin.

10:18 pm by @nctsoftarchives | f

- reader supports lucas at his superm debut stage. 

16:47 by @sichengssmile | f s 

- a fluffy smut. lucas a big boi.

missed you by @tokyobts | a f

-  after you and yukhei broke up, yukhei still has feelings for you. he reaches out to you at school and tries to get you back. at first you avoid him but later his actions manage to make your heart flutter. you’ve come to a sudden conclusion that you maybe still want him in your life.

johnny

34 + 35 by @domjaehyun | s 

- you and your husband johnny decide to take your marriage to the next step.

i couldn’t wait a little longer by @alreadyblondenow | s f a

-  you two were never together longer than two days, but the feelings, oh the feelings that you have for each other is clear as the day. it was a never-ending try of making the relationship official. johnny tried, you tried but it never happens.

what happens in korea, not stays in korea by @alreadyblondenow | f s 

-  a week vacation in korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave.

laundry day by @immabiteyou | s

- a domestic fluffy smut.

make a wish by @sluttyten | s f a

-  you’re jungwoo’s sister, and he’s made it clear he wants you and Johnny to have nothing to do with each other. so you and johnny start fake dating to piss him off.

want it all by @sluttyten | f s 

-  you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know.

sungchan

wish i was her by @softsungchan | f a 

-  you wished you were her, laying in Sungchan’s arms and feeling his warm breath on your neck, giggling about sweet nothings whispered into the starry night. You wished for it to be you, the girl he liked.

2:21 am by @the32ndbeat | f 

- sungchan being whipped, thru a text message.

haechan

14:52 by @ukiyoexo | f

- a cute haechan and reader ft the reader’s baby sister moment.

prince’s order by @nsheetee | f

-  prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better.

sweet treat by @markresonates | s

-  haechan takes you for ice cream but all you can think about is sex with him.  when you act like a brat, eventually you end up in the bathroom. with no panties. 

clingy by @love-mi | f 

-  I’m not clingy! I just love your company and constantly want to be around you and have your full attention at all times

mark

hyuck is always right by @luvrenjun00 | f 

- ceo!mark x reader ft baby donghyuck. a tooth-rotting fluff.

taeyong

snow storm by @whereisten | f s 

- a fluffy smut whilst a snow storm.

1:59 by @smoll-tangerine | f

- reader and taeyong ft my favorite game (where i always die first) among us!

bts

taehyung

is this allowed 1 2 by @seokiie  | f s

- how were you supposed to know bts would be filming at your coffee shop today? how were you supposed to know a certain curly-haired boy would take a liking  to you?

cabin pressure | f by @jiminrings | f 

-  pilot!y/n who accidentally became famous bc of a viral post about her, best friend!jimin!, taehyung having a shy lil crush on you aND ot7 being meanies for a tad bit :((

art major!tae and biochem major!yn | f by @jiminrings | f

-  tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D

gank mid lane by @kimtaehyunq | f s 

- gank / verb: (in a video game) use underhand means to defeat or kill (a less experienced opponent)

birthday surprise by @ephemeralkookie |

-  like every year, you prepare a little surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday, one that you’ve been preparing for days. and after a very tiring day, taehyung only wants to spend the night in your loving arms.

jungkook

cookies & cream | s by @1kook | f s 

-  jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (and maybe having his dick sucked.)

unholy night | s by @ephemeralkookie | f s

-  after a christmas day passed with the Jeon’s family, Jungkook decides to transform the holy night into an unholy one.

‘a short’ abstinence | s a by @seokiie | s a

-  maybe blue-balling you boyfriend (who has an insanely high sexual drive) wasn’t the best.

in which she’s done with him by @minstrivia | a

-  jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone.

bad influence by @noteguk | s 

-  in which you know jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

jock!jk and shy art major!yn by @jiminrings | f

-  established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

special affair by @1oserjk | f

-  sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing

fairy of shampoo by @ironicarmy | f s

-  sundays are for relaxation, house cleaning, and happiness.

abstract ft bob ross by @mimithings97 | f

-  paintbrush in one hand, joint in the other and you sitting on his dick is what jeongguk wants. and what jeongguk wants, jeongguk gets.

badboy!jungkook by @jungshookz | f 

- badboy!jungkook falls for good girl reader ft the boys and the reader’s apple. 

growing by @lesgetittkookie | f

- dad!jungkook teacher his daughter how to walk. super super cute family/domestic fluff.

quiet, baby by @bratkook | s 

- i don’t how to write a summary on smuts so imma just put this. reader and jungkook doing something in the subway.

still want that by @whatifyoulivelikethat | s

-  fucking min yoongi ex-girlfriend? a terrible idea. being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? an even worse idea. knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing? part 2 of savage love.

desiderium by @jeonggukingdom | f s 

-  “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”. a newlyweds!au smut.

chapstick by @softyoongiionly | f s

- based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. or jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you. 

lover boy by @jingukk | f 

-  jungkook likes you. a lot.

unexpected confession by @sunkissedjk | f

-  you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him.

string attached by @ephemeralkookie | s

-  jungkook is what we can call your sexfriend. No strings attached, just you and him having fun and releasing the huge pressure and stress of being idols. But after spending an entire day together, you realize that maybe he’s not just your sexfriend.

no title by @himbojk | f s 

- dilf jk.

astro

eunwoo

ceo!eunwoo by @m0onbean

no title by @yutopiada | f

- a cute idol!reader and eunwoo moment at a music show.

disney by @bangchan-sonyeondan | f

- a cute date with eunwoo at disney. reader likes vintage things hence using a disposable camera.

baby, it’s cold outside by @fresh-outta-jams | f 

- a cute cold christmas fluff with eunwoo ft. the boys. reader went to the boys’ place for a sweater and cocoa gift exchange.

got7

yugyeom

cruel brothers by @imsarabum | f

-  jackson and jaebum have always acted as if they were your big, overprotective brothers. so when they both walk in on you and yugyeom in a very intimate position, things get a little tense!

txt

soobin

a special night by @gyuluster | f

-  an intimate insight on the first night of choi soobin’s wedding, consisting of kitchen floors, witches and an eternity of love.

boughs & branches by @jeogiyall | f 

-  decorating the tree with boyfriend! choi soobin from txt! fluffity fluff fluff with a lot of cute fluff thrown in and a dash of christmastime fluff. 

sleepy binnie by @immabiteyou | s

-  “i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. “ a sleepy soobin smut.

cake by @immabiteyou | s

- reading waiting for mc soobin with the guys. a cute fluffy smut moment.

kpop oc/s

seri by @ggukkiedae

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BTS Reaction #4: When you fight another female idol at MAMA’s

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a/n: Hey army! How have y’all been? Just an FYI, I MAY have gotten carried away with some of these, which is why they’re lengthier than others. THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T LIKE THE MEMBERS EQUALLY, OKAY?! I’ve been a little caught up with school work, so my apologies if your requests are taking a while. Anyways, I’ve been working on a couple requests, so feel free to submit any ideas :)

warning: just the usual ‘wanna beat a bitch up’ vibe + a few dirty remarks

word count: 200 - 390 (per member)

*creds to gif owners

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> Kim Namjoon (RM)

He has always made sure to keep you controlled when you get angry to the point where you’ll start throwing hands. It’s either he asks you to breathe in and breath out, or his 6 feet figure will find its way in front of you and will take all your blows instead of the girl. The problem started when you spotted Namjoon’s ex making faces at you when you both were taking pictures together for the paparazzi. Namjoon had caught onto what had quickened your breathing and asked for you to calm damn. As much as you wanted to be the bigger person in this situation, you really couldn’t have her acting like every time she sees you two. So, once you had passed by the paparazzi, you walked straight towards her and Namjoon did try to latch onto your wrist, but you were too quick.

“Are you 5 years old or something?” You squinted your eyes as you questioned her, your chest still heaving from before. She let out a dry scoff before she began laughing. How does this bitch have the audacity to laugh after making faces those faces?

“Can’t believe I got under your skin, Y/n,” she retorted with a peak in her tone. Before she knew it, you had punched her right in her jaw, knocking her off her feet within seconds. Before you could throw more punches, Namjoon had dashed to your side and retained you, quickly taking you away from the messy scene. Once he brought you to a more private setting, he leant down to your eye level and huskily whispered, “I thought you were only frisky in bed, but you’re frisky during fights too now, huh?”

> Kim Seokjin 

Jin was hosting the Mama’s Music Awards with Irene and when they were joking around, she made a snide remark about how he was dating someone that was in the music industry. Jin always had his way of putting people in their spot, and he did do that by saying, “Even if she was an idol, my eyes would still be on her. Don’t be jealous that you’re not her.”

The audience laughed at his nasty remark thinking he unintentionally insulted Irene, but only you, Irene and the other BTS members knew that comment was personal. After the show was done, you excused yourself from the BTS group and went your own way, trying to find Irene. Jin knew what your intentions were and asked for you to not physically fight her, but just say a few words that’ll be imprinted in her mind. Within seconds of splitting from the boys, you ran into Irene. Perfect. You thought she would speak in an un-provocative manner, but she was speaking as if she wanted to throw hands, so you did just that. After a minute or so, Jin and the others heard screams that sounded like someone was in pain. Jin and the others turned the corner to see Irene and you tangled up on the floor, your hands clawing at her face as she did the same. Jin wasn’t going to do anything, but he noticed how you had a bruise welling up on your right arm and quickly came to pry you out. Oh, how hard it was for him to not break into a fit of laughter after noticing how she was splayed across the floor like a rag doll. Since he’s a gentleman, he helped Irene up before he took you to his dressing room.

“How come you listen to me when I teach you about fighting, but when I tell you something in bed, you become rebellious, jagi?”

> Min Yoongi (Suga) 

He has the nerve to sit back and relax after he pissed you off to the point where you wanted to drag that girl by her hair. He knows that you get a slight bit possessive when a girl gets handsy with him, especially when he doesn’t acknowledge it happening. What you thought was a fan of his was just another female idol. You weren’t going to do much about it, but she became very touchy within seconds and he had no idea what her intentions were. You glared at him in hopes of him taking it as a signal to move away from her, but he didn’t. He just smirked. That mother fucker is doing this on purpose, isn’t he? Your eyes never left his for what felt like an eternity, all while the girl was still feeling him up and she knew he was already dating someone. You walked towards the hungry lady and decided to pull Suga away from her, but she then hooked her arm around his and began arguing with you without knowing that you were his girlfriend. She was asking for a lot of your patience and you weren’t going to give her any. You just pried her arm away from his and pulled him towards the staircase, but she had the nerves to push you. You didn’t even throw hands yet, but your quick movements had caused her to flinch and topple over. You and Suga tried to hold in your laughter, but the way she had acted big  only to end up falling caused both of you to break. Once the both of you were seated, he didn’t even think twice before he said, “I didn’t expect myself to become hot and bothered by you tonight, baby. Especially by that.”

> Jung Hoseok (J-Hope/Hobi) 

He hates confrontations, even if he’s a bystander. He’d be surprised at first by your aggressiveness towards the girl, but then he’d remember that it was one of the reasons you had caught his attention. As much as he’d love to see the fight go down, he didn’t want to give you the chance of swinging or insulting the girl. Since he’s respectful, he’ll apologize to the girl on behalf of you, even if she’s the one at fault, and that enrages you every time. You were already fuming over the fact this girl spoke shit about BTS, but Hobi apologizing to her had caused you to shift your anger towards him. He had a steady hold around your arm, but you still managed to pull out of his grip and angrily brushed past him. He gave you a couple of minutes to cool down because he knows you’re mad to the point you’ll swing at anybody that tries to speak to you, especially him. He came up a few minutes later and said, “I know you’re mad at me, baby. You don’t have to say yes, but why don’t we go home and have a little fun of your own?”

> Park Jimin 

The way you’d fire back at someone if they dare to speak bad on Jimin’s name always gave him a thrill. He won’t stop you unless he thinks you blew a gasket for no absolute reason. He also doesn’t bother to stop you from beating a bitch up if he hates her guts. In this case, the girl on the receiving end of your brawl was none other than Twice’s Jeongyeon. When you followed closely behind Jimin, past the beautiful Twice idols, you heard Jeongyeon mumble, “Disgusting,” under her breath. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned your attention towards her, untwining your hands from Jimin’s.

“Please. If you’re going to talk shit speak up.” Jimin saw how your relaxed face had molded to fit an angry expression and how intimidating your voice had gotten. He noticed how quickly your dominant attitude had turned him on, and that’s because he’s usually the dominant one in bed, so you barely get a chance to show this side. He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw a chunk of Jeongyeon’s black extensions fly past his face. He didn’t know how long he’d been lost in his train of dirty thoughts, but it was enough time for you to drag Jeongyeon to the ground before you began clawing at her. As the security guards rushed to pull Jeongyeon away from your death grip, Jimin pulled you into his embrace and had you locked into place. He excused both of you from the scene before he sat you down in your assigned seat. You noticed how he had a sly smirk splayed across his face, but before you can question him, he whispered, “I’m curious to find out if I can handle this heated side of you in bed.”

> Kim Taehyung (V)

He loves drama. He’d even take part in one if he hears his name come up once. For you, he’d just stay back and watch how his girl would rip someone badly if they ever did something with bad intentions. He felt more dominant when he sees your aggressive side because there’s no way he’d allow you to win an argument or fight against him. If you fought another person, he’d just rest back and watch what happens. He’s seen you blow a punch at a man, instantly knocking him out, so he doesn’t worry about you losing a fight. Another incident where he saw you throw hands at a female idol was at the MAMA’s show. You were minding your own business when someone came up to Taehyung and said, “Don’t be full of yourself just because you were ranked #1 as the most handsome Kpop idol.”

He was surprised at her words at first, but then began laughing because she was unaware of what she just started. You stepped in between her and Taehyung and were all up in her face.

“Repeat that.” When you noticed her hold her breath, you thought that was the end of that situation, but she provoked you by repeating her saying. To make it worse for herself, she annunciated the words ‘full of yourself’, almost standing on her tiptoes to reach your eye level. You let out a dry chuckle before you tried swinging, but Taehyung got in front of you, stopping you from fighting for the first time. When your eyes met his for a second, you noticed how dilated his dark brown pupils, but you were too concentrated on landing your blows. You tried to move around him to try to get the girl, but he kept moving with you. When he couldn’t restrain you for any longer, he just threw you over his shoulders and brought you to the nearest restroom. Thankfully, the women’s restroom was empty, so you were able to pace around like a mad man. You heard the click of the door locking and noticed how Taehyung’s fingers were playing with his belt buckle. He slowly made his way to you, not breaking his deep gaze at you. He glanced down at his crotch before he looked at you and gruffly whispered, “You have to fix this problem first, baby.”

> Jeon Jungkook 

He’s the type to lay back and watch what unveils in front of him. If he thinks you’re going to make a blood bath, he’ll be quick to pull you away, unless he thinks the bitch deserves it. If that’s the case, then he’ll just be your own hype man and he’ll instruct you on how to swing and what move to pull. He’ll try his best to avoid any incident that would cause you to react this way, but he couldn’t do anything this time because the bitch you were referring to was his celebrity crush, IU. He didn’t think much of it when IU began running her hands over his muscular arms, but when he noticed you glaring at him, he was quick to push her away and politely told her that he’s uncomfortable. She still insisted on touching him, so you decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. When Jungkook saw you storm past the others towards IU, he quickly managed to get between you both, dragging you away to avoid an MMA fight at the MAMA’s show.

“As much as I wanted to see how that played out, I can’t afford to let you mess up that precious face for me, baby.”

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↳ summary- You love turning Jimin on, and you’re desperate to make him punish you for it.  Jimin loves punishing you while you listen to his music.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 5.1k

↳ pairing- jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, this is literally just smut, there’s 1% plot and it’s pornographic too, there’s some fluff at the end but i repeat it is still smut. there is no god in this chili’s tonight

↳ warnings- buckle up pals.  established relationship, explicit descriptions of sex, penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), BDSM themes, spanking, belt usage, dirty talk, derogatory names, pain kink, daddy kink, face-fucking lol, unprotected sex, slight impregnation kink but like not really they just wanna have a baby together and talk about it lol, jimin is filthy and i cannot portray him as anything but filthy but then he has like cute babie syndrome at the end.

↳ a/n- hi i feel maybe 1% shame in how fast i wrote this but whatever.  thank you to @carly-bean-blog for sending the prompt in!  i loved it and went from a planned drabble to 5k words lolol.  one day i’ll be less verbose 🥴🥴 plus enjoy and feel free to send in more requests or just a message to say hi bc as you can see i love talking. also RIP to the wine glass i broke while writing this fic because i hit my table to hard.  wine glass 2020-2020

Turning Park Jimin on was a delicious challenge for you.

When you first began dating, all it took was a ‘come over’ text, and he’d be there in 5 minutes flat regardless of the fact that he lived 15 minutes away.

Now, a few years and a marriage under your belt, it took a bit more.

That’s not to say he wasn’t the same insatiable man you met at university; even after all these years Jimin could easily go 3 or more rounds a night.

But really getting him riled up, getting him hard and wanting and desperate for you was another thing.  Sometimes, you just wanted him to come home and take you right against the kitchen counter, so turned on he couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.

You’re determined to win that challenge today.  

To be truthful, the day was terrible for you, and you were seeking release in the form of your husband dicking you down until you were speaking another language. You were desperate to let loose, push aside the emotional and tender sex that seemed to be more commonplace in the bedroom recently (and you enjoyed equally) but today you needed to be treated like an absolute harlot.

The idea rolled through your mind while you were busying yourself with housework, laundry and dishes.  Options of how to get your husband to take you on the floor, rip your clothes off, make you beg for more, simmered in your mind and made the low flame in your stomach burn.  Lingerie could do the trick, Jimin definitely liked to see you swathed in delicate lace or creamy satin.  You had a nice deep red set that was dying to be used and discarded on the floor.

It came to you as you set your speaker to play some music as you flicked around the house.  Jimin’s sweet voice filled the rooms, causing you to pause as shivers raked your spine.

His music.  There was always something Jimin loved about having his music on in the background of your sex that made him work harder on you, fuck you deeper.  Maybe it was narcissism at its finest, but who were you to complain if it benefitted both of you.

You discarded all thoughts of cleaning the rest of the house as you stalked towards your bedroom closet, gathering the red bustier and panty set, with matching garter belt and stocking clips.  You purchased it rather spur of the moment, a huge sale at your favorite boutique, and you wanted to save it for something special.

It appeared the special moment was now.

You took care to curl your hair, a gentle wave with not too much product.  Jimin loved to tug his fingers through your locks, and grip them in a ponytail as you sucked his cock.  Any product would unfortunately get in the way.  Makeup was minimal, a dash highlight on your cheeks and inner tear ducts, light pink lip stain on your lips.  Jimin had been the test subject of many a lipstick, as you determined to find the most blowjob-proof one.  Needless to say, none of the lipsticks were 100% solid, but it was the best time Jimin ever had as a test subject. You preferred to stick with the stains, easier cleanup for the both of you.

You complete the visual as you swap your grubby cleaning day clothes for blood red lace lingerie, smirking at yourself in the mirror.  The cups of the bra molded against you, encasing your tits perfectly.  Jimin would surely lose his mind.  The panties were simple lace, and you had the inkling that they would not remain intact tonight.   Jimin’s propensity for literally ripping your knickers right off you was legendary.  But that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?  You wanted your husband to be absolutely feral for you.

Step two of your plan was now underway as you slipped onto your bed, perfectly made now, and snapped sultry photos.  You ensured your cleavage and smooth legs were in the shot, a finger on the mouth.  You took a few more, exposing more and more of your body.

me 2:56 pm- hi babe what you up to?

mini 2:56 pm- baby!!!! Not much, just waiting for hobi to get back from lunch so we can practice this new choreo.  

Mini 2:57 pm- what about you? besides being the world’s cutest wife :)

Me: 2:57 pm- oh not too much. I did our laundry and cleaned up the house a little.  Now im just relaxing and missing my babe :(

Mini 2:57 pm- baby :( i’m sorry.  I should be home in a few hours okay! I’ll order in pasta from your favorite place to make up for it

Me 2:58 pm- well, i was sort of hoping you could make up for it but… i don’t want pasta

Mini 2:58 pm- you don’t? What do you want? Pizza?

Me 2:58 pm- [picture attached]

Me 2:58 pm- no, I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight.

Mini 2:59 pm- oh fuck 

Mini 2:59 pm- baby you’re playing a dangerous game, teasing me like this.

You nearly had him, he was sniffing at the bait and soon he’d bite and you’d reel him in.  You sent the next picture, showcasing your tits with one cup pulled down, nipple on display.

me 3:00 pm- you mean this kind of game?

mini 3:00 pm- christ

mini 3:00 pm- fuck babe, you’re gonna make me pop a boner at dance practice.  You know I can’t come home for a few hours.

me 3:00 pm- hobi still gone?  Go to the bathroom and i’ll send you a video.

mini 3:01 pm- holy fuck asdskadj okay

Time for the pièce de résistance.  Ensuring the speakers blasted ‘Serendipity’, your husband’s full length solo, you clicked the record button and filmed your hand sliding down to your clothed core, rubbing over the mound with a rough hand.  You breathed heavily, sighed, mewled a bit.  

“Daddy,” you gasp. “Come home.”

You end it with a hand sneaking under the band and insertion of one finger.  Leave him not just wanting more, but rabid for it.  The video file is sent before you've even pulled your fingers from their spot resting on your clit.

Minutes passed, you were sure he was watching.  The man lived for your exhibitionism.  

mini 3:06 pm- you better have your hands behind your back and be on your knees when i get home, little one. In the middle of the bedroom floor. 

mini 3:06 pm- i want you to listen to the music and think about me fucking you.  Think about how i destroy your little cunt so good.

mini 3:07 pm- but don’t you dare touch yourself.  Your pussy is only mine to play with, you got that?

me 3:07 pm- yes daddy 

mini 3:07 pm- good.  I’ll be home soon.

Congratulations, you smirk to yourself in the mirror's reflection across from you.  You’ve won the grand prize.  Please make sure you collect your prize from the man with the raging boner.

You idly realize that Jimin hasn’t told you when he’ll be home.  You know that on any normal day he’d be home at 5:30.  But was he leaving early?  Could you chance it?  As much as you wanted to disobey and face his delicious punishment, he also could just as easily punish you by not letting you cum at all. And the chances of that type of discipline tonight was high; Jimin would surely make you pay for teasing him at work by exacting torturous ache the same to you.

You’re spinning the pros and cons of preparing yourself now or later, when you are given your hasty answer by the sound of keys jingling in the front door.  Your heart rate spikes dangerously, feeling like the muscle would force the blood out of your veins with the pressure.  

You squirm off the bed and descend to the floor on your knees, resting back on your heels, and holding your hands behind your back.  You lower your head to the floor, knowing Jimin loves it when you avoid eye contact until he tells you when and where to look.  

His footsteps are heavy, slow and torturous because you know that he knows that you’ll be on the very edge of your sanity.  The warmth in your belly is torched with tinder and starter and is flaring high.  Jimin’s simple presence, just like this, is enough to get you to an incredible high.  Nothing brings you to your knees faster than when he turns from your sweet, adorable and gentle husband into the sadistic and powerful dominating owner of your body and soul.

It takes 5 deep breaths from your belly before you hear Jimin enter the bedroom.  He’s not saying a single word, but you can hear his soft footsteps on the hardwood floor.  Your knees are aching at the pressure of the hard floor, but you ignore it. You’d ignore cauterizing wounds for the man hovering above you if he asked. 

You’re trembling, you notice.  Your thighs are quivering ever so slightly and the grasp on your hands behind you is weakening.  You grip harder, determined to maintain perfect correct form.

Jimin is frustratingly silent.  He walks around you, and you feel his eyes rove your body intently, as if looking for fault or reason to punish you.  He seems pleased when he finishes his rounds, standing right in front of you. 

“Look at me,” he states with authority, but his tone is gentle. 

You finally tilt your head up to gaze at your lover and nearly gasp at the sight.  Jimin is, on an average day, the most ethereally beautiful man you’ve ever seen.  Today, he looks as if he descended from heaven mere minutes previous.  His pink hair is pushed back, eyes darkened with desire, and wearing the tightest shirt you’ve ever seen, making his toned dancer’s body ripple under the cotton.  Tight sweats that leave nothing to the imagination about what he’s packing between his thighs sit low on his hips and you spot just a hint of his lower abdomen, the v line of his adonis belt, and you’re sure you’re drooling.

“Look at me,” he corrects, a smirk on his face.  Your eyes snap to his own again, and he winks at you. 

“Have you been a good girl for daddy?” He asks, and it feels like a loaded question.  

You play it coy.  “Yes, daddy.”

He stands still in front of you, hand stroking his face as he watches you.  His eyebrow arches.

“Are you sure? You have done nothing to upset Daddy? Nothing at all?” His voice becomes teasing, and the smirk on his features is sinister.

You bite your lip. “I sent Daddy a video of me, touching myself to his music.”

“That’s right, angel,” he murmurs and circles you again.  You feel like his prey before he comes in for the kill. “You made daddy leave practice early.  Don’t you think that’s not being a good girl?”

“No, I did wrong.”

“I’m glad you agree,” he murmurs.  “I’m gonna make you regret getting Daddy hard and horny at work.”

He places his hands on your shoulders and you shiver.  His hands are smooth, warm.  You love the way you feel the cold steel of his wedding ring pressed to your skin, a tangible expression of his love and loyalty.

“Stand up,” he directs.  You’re quick, thankful to be off stinging knees.  He lets his hands glide down your back to meet at your clasped hands, pulling them apart and turning you to face him.

He threads his fingers through your hair and pulls you close, sealing your lips to his.  His lips are soft and taste of chapstick, a hint of sweat, and something just so simply Jimin that is addictive.  He’s gentle and tender in the kiss, the kind of kiss a husband gives his wife.  It speaks miles beyond the simple action, and you chase it, revel in it, knowing it’s the last time he’ll be gentle tonight.  

He breaks from the kiss, touches your nose gently and winks.  It makes your heart flutter in your chest.

The control seeps back into his face; it's physically present in the tight gaze of his eyes and the coolness of his impassive features.  It’s a stark opposite of who just kissed you, and you’re breathless at the sudden change.  

“Gonna spank you with my belt, baby,” he murmurs.  A hand slaps hard against your ass, surprising you and making you squeak out loud.  “Lean over my desk like a good little slut.”

You obey immediately, jerking your body towards his grand oak desk. It’s gorgeous dark wood that matches the decor of your room perfectly and makes for a delicious spot for your sexual proclivities without being obvious.  As much as Jimin wanted a sex swing, you would not cave to that.

You bend to fold your body over the desk, gripping the edge and pushing your hips back to allow for more access to your husband.  The speaker system by your bed plays music, and you recognize the opening chords as one from his latest album with his six best friends. A smile slips to your face as the volume turns up, quiet enough you can talk, but loud enough it’s noticeable. His smooth, melodic voice is ringing through your bedroom and through your entire body. 

He stalks in behind you and rubs at your soft globes.

“Mmm, you look so pretty in this,” he compliments.  “You know I love seeing you in red.”

You turn your head to gaze at him, smiling.  “That’s why I bought it, Daddy.”

“Good little bitch,” he sighs.  

As expected, he rips the underwear from your body with one clean pull.  You’re always surprised by the action. He never gives warning.  Your eyes follow as the useless fabric soars towards the ground. 

“Much better.”

He moves away from you, walking towards the closet.  You train your eyes forward, keeping locked on the wall ahead of you, rather than staring.  Jimin tells you when and where to look and you follow that.

The gentle clinking noise of a belt buckle causes your pussy to quake.  You’ve been slowly moistening since you sent the first text, but you were now starting to drip as if you were overflowing.  By the end of the night, you’ll be drowning in it.

He’s behind you again as quick as he left and he rubs the leather belt against your bare behind. 

“What’s your word?” He asks, soothing at the skin with the device that will soon maar it.  Jimin is ever careful, checking on your mental and emotional safety as well as your physical, and ensured a safe word was in place each time.

“Red,” you assert.  He hums his approval and kisses your ass once, one quick little peck, before he lifts back up to standing.

“Count for me, little whore.”

The crack of the belt spanking your cheek electrifies you.  You feel as if every muscle in your body clenches as the sting vibrates through your buttocks and down to your core.  

“O-one!” You’re shouting, distracted by the pain in your ass to care about your pitch.

Crack. The next slap lands on the other cheek now, and you hiss at the pain.  It bites at your skin, and it soaks your pussy. 

“Two!”

He delivers the next straight in the center, hitting both cheeks and letting the sizzle melt its way to a pleasure that’s reverberating through your core.

“Three! Fuck!” you gasp. 

SMACK.  It’s the hardest yet and tears well up in your eyes at the initial whollop, before your hips are writhing and desperate for friction.

“Four!” You’re wailing and you know it makes your husband go even wilder.

“Stay still or I won’t let you cum for a month,” he grits.  Your hips stay put, knowing he’s a man of his word and not wanting to face his wrath.

He continues his barrage, and you’re counting out 15 strikes before he stops.  You’re sobbing, the pain and pleasure surging so forcefully through your veins that your cunt clenches around nothing and you’re dripping onto the wood of the desk.

His warm hands are soothing at the reddened flesh of your ass, the sensation stinging at first, but oozes away to a relaxing warmth against the punished skin.

“Good girl, baby,” he commends you, hands rubbing all over your flesh. “Took your punishment like such a good girl.”

You sniffle in reply and he pulls you up, making you stand on wobbly legs.  He twists you around and pecks your lips again, a reminder that Jimin, your husband, is still there and loves you more than he loves life itself.  It soothes you more than any salve could and it steels your resolve to continue.  It’s easy to submit and thrill at the loss of control when you trusted the master with your entire being.  

“Color?” He asks, checking in with you.

“Green,” you smile. 

He’s pleased with your answer.  He pulls away from you and pushes you towards the bed.

“Lay down on your back.  Head off the side.  I’m going to fuck your throat, and you will take it all.”

You’re giddy as you saunter to the bed and notice that Jimin is proud of the blooming red of your ass.  It’ll be a literal pain in the ass to sit tomorrow, but it’s worth all the doting and affection you’ll receive in return for being such a good girl for him.  The music has changed, another sensual track featuring your talented husband.  It sends shivers down you, straight to your core.

You maneuver your body to lie on the bed, grateful for the soft blanket on your burning ass, and tip your head off the bed.  Your mouth opens complacently and Jimin shoves his sweats down to reveal his hardened length.

You’re licking your lips like his dick is the finest meal money can buy, and he chuckles.  His left hand strokes it, shivering at the cold press of his wedding ring mixing with the heat of his hand. 

“You want my cock?” He asks.

You nod, captivated with the motion he strokes the shaft.  You almost forget to speak, but his harsh gaze is like a whip.

“Yes! Yes, I want your cock Daddy!”

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” he hums.

Well, this would be too easy.

“I want to suck you dry, let you fuck my throat so I can’t breathe.  I’ll let you cum down my throat and make my face so messy from cum and spit that it gets in my eyes and messes up my pretty makeup, daddy.”

His strokes have become faster, and he sucks in hard for air. “Such a filthy fucking mouth.”

You open said mouth again, letting your tongue hang out like a welcome sign to your throat.

He growls, it’s guttural, and it feels as if it’s positioned on your clit, vibrating the nub.  Your bliss is cut short as he drives his thick dick into your mouth and directly to the back of your throat, leaving you no time to prepare.  You whine slightly around it, and he tsks.

“Don’t you fucking dare whine.  Take it all,” he sounds ruthless and your pussy quakes.

He sets a punishing pace, the tip of his dick ramming through your throat.  It doesn’t take long for it to become messy, saliva trickling from your mouth, falling towards your eyes due to the angle of your supine head.  Jimin sounds angelic, the moans that leave the dancer’s body should be recorded and played for an audience, you think.  You’d suffer through hours of this for the reward of his sweet voice crying out your name.

“Fuck, my little cock slut loves it when I fuck her throat, hmm,” he asks, breathy and harsh.  You nod as much as you can.

“Yeah, that’s right.  You love daddy’s cock, don’t you? You love it when I fucking choke the shit out of you with my fat cock, huh?”

The voice of an angel with the words of the devil himself.  The duality is intoxicating and you are head over heels for both Jimin’s inside of him, every aspect of the man you pledged your life to.

“Mmm, you suck me so good,” he’s groping at your tits through the fabric of your bra.  You’re surprised that it’s still on, but you trust he’s aware and always has a plan.  

“Are you crying, baby?” He asks mockingly.  Tears and saliva mix and your face is completely ruined by it.  You nod again and blink.  “Good, fucking choke on it.” he goes even faster and you’re moaning.  It hurts and the gag reflex is there, but the pain gets you off, and you know the second it became too much, your husband would stop in an instant.  

“Little sluts get their face fucked when they disobey daddy,” he chides, emphasising each word with a thrust.  

It’s as if you’re desperate for his orgasm, wanting nothing more than to swallow every ounce of what he spills into you, clean him up and ask for more.  He won’t have that tonight, it seems, as he’s pulling out of you as quickly as he entered.

“I want to cum in this tight little cunt,” he bites.  You slither up from your position and wipe at your eyes, resting against the pillow after he orders you to remove the bustier.  He asks that you leave the belt and stockings on, however. 

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby,” he’s discarded his shirt and is sitting ahead of you, watching you.  His gaze turns you on and opens you up like a flower.

Your thighs are spread far and you lean back further onto the pillows to put the star of the show on display.  You’re coated with your slick; it’s slathered up and down your thighs and dripping onto the duvet below you.  He breathes out in appreciation.

“I think my favorite thing about you is how fucking wet you get for me.”  He’s still not moving and you want to beg him to touch you, please do something, but refrain.  “You feel like a fucking dream when I’m inside you.”

“B-baby,” you break character and freeze, but he ignores it and allows you to continue as you sigh with relief. “I need you.”

“Do you now?” he banters, and you nod with wide, needy eyes.

“Touch yourself for me, then.  Show me how badly you want daddy’s cock in you.”

A hand flies to your cunt in record time and you’re desperately eager to spread the lips of your folds apart and rub at your slick and swollen clit.  A breathy, heady moan escapes you at the friction you’ve been aching for since you sent the sexy photo hours ago. 

“Fuck!” you shout, circling the bud.  Jimin’s eyes are glued to your hands, and he watches with awe. 

“Finger yourself,” he demands and you’re obeying before he’s even finished speaking, two fingers slipping down to enter your channel.  You arch off the bed and grip a breast in your other hand, flicking at the nipple for extra sensation.  

He coos at you as you fuck yourself with wild abandon, gasping his name as you slip deeper with each thrust.  

“Add another.”  His voice maintains its even quality, maintained and cool.  But if you opened your eyes, you’d see that he’s salivating at the sight, desperately restraining himself.  His cock is weeping pre-cum and he could explode in an instant watching this too long.

Your ring finger slips in with the other two and you’re keening at the stretch.  The pain is gone in a flash, just a pinch that simmers to a desperate pleasure.  

“You look so fucking good, baby,” he breaks his composure, momentarily.  He’s so in love with you, every single fucking bit, that he can’t help it.  “God, you’re beautiful.”

His words have you blushing, as if they’re the most lewd part of the evening and not the fact you’re fingering yourself in front of your husband while he watches and orders you around.

“Rub your clit with your other hand, love.”

The pressure of your added hand on your clit and the fingers thrusting into you has you soaring to your high and your throat chokes on the air.  “O-oohhh fuckkk!” You whine.

“You close, baby?  You gonna cum on those cute little fingers and get them messy for daddy?” He asks, voice violently serene.

“Y-yes! Please, I want to cum,” you beg.  You know the rules, he tells you where and when your body receives its pleasure.

“You wanna cum?” He asks again, and you feel a spike of irritation.  He’s already asked you that, haven’t you already answered?

“So badly, daddy! Please! C-close.” Words are escaping your mental capacity now.  You’re there, nearly there, just one little tiny string holding you back from the edge of euphoria.

“Too bad.”  

Your fingers are pulled from your cunt quickly and you’re crying.  Tears are forming in your eyes as you feel an ache deep to your womb.  You had been so close, so deliciously close.  Jimin knows this, thrills at watching you edge further and further through the night.  You won’t admit it at the moment, it’s pure torture then, but the buildup to the finale is indescribable.

“You don’t get to fucking cum until I tell you to cum.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes! Yes, Daddy,” you babble, nearly incoherent from arousal and denial. 

He makes you writhe there, pussy so slick its soaking the blankets and you’ll have to change them later but the only thing you think about is your cunt, your weeping cunt that’s screaming to release. 

You feel your breath slowing and know that Jimin wants you to come back down to earth before he’ll bring you up again.

“Good fucking girl,” he kisses your belly, licking at the navel.  He whispers quiet words of adoration as he trails down your abdomen and end at the top of your mound.  Your legs are shaking, no, they’re nearly convulsing from need.

He spreads your folds, and it’s pornographic the way he spits on your pussy, as if it needs any more wetness.  It’s not about the wetness, though, and you know it.  It’s about the message, the ownership.  

“My favorite little fuck toy,” he murmurs, lightly tracing everywhere but the bud throbbing with need for friction.  “I can’t wait to cum inside this little pussy tonight.  Gonna flood your whole fucking cunt, babe.”

Jimin knows the way to your heart, and the way to your orgasms is through his words.  Gentle whispered ‘i love you’s’ in the day and disgusting filth at night.  It’s just another reason in a list of a million why you work so well together. 

“Should we get you nice and pregnant tonight?  You want to make a baby?”  

You nearly sob at his words.  He can fuck you harder with his words than his cock.

“Please!” You’re yelling, tears streaming down your face. “P-please! I want your baby.”

He leans down and smiles for a moment before speaking. “Well, my little wife will always get what she wants when she asks so nicely.”  His lips attach to your clit, suctioning it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.  It’s swollen and slick, and it feels like fucking heaven.  His plushy lips are working for it, taking you so desperately close to the edge.  

You’re gasping a symposium of his name and praising the ground he walks on.  You’re sure if you died now you’d die a very fucking happy woman.  The world around you is gone, and it’s just Jimin’s sinful mouth suckling at your cunt.

You’re close again, and Jimin knows it.  You’re begging, pleading with him, but it’s useless as he roughly pulls away.

The music continues on in the background.  It’s lighter, and Jimin croons in the speaker as he grunts in your ear.

He muffles your anguished cry with a messy kiss that tastes of you, and he’s thrusting into you.  The slickness guides him in easily and he’s whining against you at the feel of your walls accept him and hugging him tightly as if they’ve missed his cock swelling within them.

“JIMIN!” You’re seeing fireworks as your husband fucks into you, holding you close to him.  It’s as rough and kinky as it is intimate and sweet.  He holds you, cherishes you, while he’s pistoning his thick member into your loud, drenched cunt.  

“I love you,” he whispers, slipping a thumb into your mouth that you suck at eagerly, as skilled with his fingers as you are with his cock.  “I love you so fucking much.”

His eyes align with yours, yours full of tears of absolute unrivaled pleasure, and his with full and never-ending devotion. 

You’re both so close, and you pull him against you to kiss his lips.  You want to connect completely to him as you cum, as he spills into your womb and creates something, someone there. 

Your cunt flutters intensely, quaking in anticipation as it builds and builds and builds.  Jimin breaks the kiss to breathe and warn you, “I’m going to cum soon, baby, please cum with me.”  He’s gentle and sweet, the Jimin who cries at love stories and wears flower crowns now present inside you.  You nod quickly, gasping as the coil winds tighter and tighter.  

Your kissing is messy, passionate, and your hands grasp him everywhere.  You’re tugging at his toned arms and solid back, seeking refuge as the tidal wave grows impossibly high, higher, so so high,

And crashes into you at 100 miles per hour.  Your cunt is contracting and pulsing around him so intensely you nearly black out, crying loudly into his mouth.  He’s groaning with you, the feeling of your already impossibly tight walls clenching down on him demands the orgasm out of him.  He’s cupping your whole face in his hands as he spills into you and your walls suck him in further, so far he could disappear completely.  

It feels as if you orgasm for hours, but it's merely minutes later that you’re trying to catch your breath and slip back into reality.  You’re clinging to each other like last lifelines and the gaze between you is so intense it clenches at your racing heart.  

The silence between you two is long and speaks an entire conversation before your lips even open.  He’s singing so sweetly through the speaker, it sounds like he’s singing directly to you.  “I love you,” you’re whispering to him.

He rubs at your cheeks in his palms, wiping away stray tears of bliss that have slipped down your face.

“I love you.”

You settle into him, unwilling to move a single inch away from your husband, and marvel at the beauty that is your life, your future.  

Jimin holds you close, kisses you gently and sings softly along to the music as you fall asleep, and he adores the fact that he holds his entire world, his future, in his arms.

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Fake Date ~ KTH [Request]

↝↝↝Word Count: 2.5K

↝↝↝Genre: Fluff with a lil dash of angst

↝↝↝Pairing: Kim Taehyung x BackUpDancer!Reader

↝↝↝A/n: Hope this is okay for you sweetie!!

Your whole life you'd trained to become a dancer and when you landed your dream job it felt as though your life was complete but then you met and fell in love with Kim Taehyung, though you weren't supposed to date nothing was going to get in the way of it since he fell in love with you as well. The moment he saw you practising three times as much as any normal backup dancer would he knew he was falling for you, the way you didn't care that he was famous or watching you. You focused all your effort on the dancing instead of flirting with the members which a lot of the other female backup dancers tended to do. 

"What are you thinking about?" His voice rang through you and interrupted your thoughts, you were sitting in the practice room with him talking about anything and everything that came to mind. You'd been dating for a year now but you were still hiding the relationship from everyone. No one, not even the rest of the boys, knew about your relationship since it was in the contract that you weren't allowed to date any of the members or other dancers. You could be fired if anyone found out and you didn't want to risk that, you couldn't lose your dream job even if it meant hiding away from everyone. You didn't mind at all you and Taehyung loved each other and that was all that mattered to you and him. 

"Nothing, just daydreaming." You smiled and he brought you into a hug, the dance room was the only place where you could really be alone. The doors locked and the mirror was blacked out so no one could see in and no cameras, 

"I miss you." He whispered in your ear making you giggle as his hot breath came into contact with your skin. 

"I'm right here silly," You poked his cheek trying to make the moment light but you knew what he meant. You hadn't been alone together like this in weeks and you'd missed him too but you understood he was busy. He had award shows to prepare for and so did you if it meant keeping your job, 

"I have to go soon." He mumbled laying his head in the crook of your neck and kissing you softly, you groaned pushing him away since you were covered in sweat from the dance practice you'd been doing.

"You're so gross, I stink Tae." He smiled and turned your head to look at him, he bent down to give you a loving kiss and you smiled against his lips he stood up and walked out of the room leaving you alone with your thoughts again. You'd lied you weren't daydreaming you were overthinking, you'd been hearing rumours around the building that management was going to start having him fake date another celebrity for press coverage and you couldn't shut your mind off from it. Trying to remind yourself that he loved you and if he had to fake date someone, it would be exactly that, fake. 

"You ready for practice?" Hoseok asked walking into the room with three other dancers, you got up from the floor and Hoseok looked at you and he knew instantly that you had been practising already he was going to take it easy on you. Over the years of being a dancer with BTS you'd gotten to know all of them pretty well but you knew Taehyung and Hoseok the best since you were almost always in the practice room and so was Hobi.

Later that day Taehyung asked you to meet him back at the dance studio so you were waiting inside with the door locked until he knocked on the door with your secret knock, 

"Why did you want to meet up again? I thought I was seeing you tomorrow, not that I'm complaining." You giggled going to kiss him once the door was locked but he stopped you by putting his hands on your shoulder and you knew instantly something was off. 

"What's wrong?" He walked you over to some seats and sat down while holding your hands, he began playing with your fingers something he did a lot when he was nervous, 

"I'm sure you've heard the rumours?" You felt your heart shatter as he confirmed they weren't just rumours and it was true, their management were taking upon themselves to make him see another idol and you felt your world start to fall apart but he went on to explain that it would all be fake. You believed him, you knew Taehyung would never do anything to hurt you and you trusted him with your life and you kissed his lips, 

"It's just for a few months and it'll be over." He promised you kissing you softly once again and then getting up to leave the room first in case anyone was waiting outside.

The fake relationship had been going on for six months so much for only a few months, you were left in the shadows about everything having to watch the man you love be in love with someone else and you'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt you. You stared down at your phone as you laid in your hotel bed, you were getting ready for an award ceremony in America and you were hoping Taehyung would be able to slip away from the boys and come to your room but he hadn't replied to your text, he'd only read it. 

I want our lips to touch so bad 

You'd been texting back and forth over the last six months but it was never the same, it felt as though he couldn't be bothered to reply to you a lot of time now he was busy with his ''girlfriend'', 

"Oh shit, I'm sorry." You whispered as you walked out of your room hitting someone in the chest, you looked up to see Sana from twice standing with her usual bright smile on her face, 

"It's okay! I'm sorry, I wasn't looking either." You bowed and she walked away from you going straight to where Taehyung's room was which was to be expected since they were fake dating but there were no paparazzi around so you had no idea why she would even go in there. Your heart began to race just as your mind filled with thoughts about them actually being a couple and you being left clueless and in the dark, 

"Y/n?" You looked up from the floor to come face to face with Hoseok and Yoongi who were wearing face masks, 

"We heard talking...are you talking to yourself?" Yoongi questioned looking at you and then around the hallway, you went to defend yourself but Hoseok grabbed your shoulders and walked you into their shared room. 

"Pamper night, we all earnt it." You smiled fakely and sat on the sofa in their hotel room, watching as Hobi got out a third face mask and started applying it to your face. 

"Are you guys nervous about tomorrow?" You questioned trying to make small talk once the face mask was applied, 

"Always." Hoseok groaned laying his head back against the sofa and closing his eyes, you copied him and all began talking about anything that came to your mind. Conspiracies were the most you and Yoongi spoke about so he was talking to you about the latest ones he'd heard while you were sat pretending to listen. Your mind was in the other room though, wondering what Taehyung and Sana were doing that would result in them being alone together. You tried not to think about it but it was hard when it was all that could cloud your brain. 

"We have an after-party tomorrow, you should come along," Hoseok said when you were getting ready to go back to your own room, you looked at them both felt unsure about it, 

"Me and my-" You almost let it slip that you had a boyfriend and then you nodded, 

"Sure. I'll be there." You smiled looking at them before leaving and going back to your own room, you looked down the hall wondering if they were still together in Taehyung's room but you decided to let it go, going into your own room to find an outfit for the afterparty tomorrow instead. Deciding on something you wouldn't normally wear since you were taken by Taehyung but deciding to wear it since he wasn't replying to you and you wanted to be petty about it all.

You were panting on stage dripping in sweat from the performance and you were staring at Taehyung as they gave their usual after performance speeches, 

"I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone including my girlfriend!" The crowd screamed as he mentioned Sana but your stomach dropped when she walked out onto the stage looking amazing as she always did, she greeted Taehyung with a kiss and the venue was screaming, cameras flashing and chanting out their ship name. 

"Y/n? You ready?" Hoseok asked from outside one of the changing rooms, you walked out in tight black jeans and a white tank top that showed over your cleavage, throwing on a black leather jacket to keep yourself warm. 

"Ready," You whispered looking up to see Taehyung standing with Sana at the end of the hall, both of them laughing about something and standing close to one another. Taehyung's eyes locked onto your body as you walked passed him with Hoseok and Yoongi laughing about something he didn't care about, all he cared about was wondering where you were going and why you were dressed like that. 

"Hobi where is it anyway?" You asked as he walked you out to a car helping you inside and then getting in beside you, 

"Back at the hotel, it's just a small thing." You nodded and took out your phone to see texts from Taehyung coming through but you left him on read as he did to you the night before you were really going all out to be petty tonight.

"Relationship troubles?" Yoongi asked not even looking at your phone but he could tell by the look on your face something was wrong with you and it wasn't hard to come to the conclusion that it was a relationship since you were always on your phone around him. 

"Yeah." You grumbled sliding the phone into your pocket and ignoring Taehyung until you got to the party. 

"Why are you ignoring me?!" Taehyung asked pulling the cup away from your mouth, you were in one of the boy's rooms that were connected through a door so the party was spread out a little.

"Why did you ignore me?" You slurred a little and he groaned at the fact that you were drunk, 

"You've been drinking?" You stared at him and then took the cup again downing the liquid inside and going on the hunt for another when he took your hand in his and began pulling you to the en-suite, locking you both inside and not caring if anyone saw you. 

"What are you doing? I'm having fun." He ran the water and put it into a nearby cup handing it to you, 

"Drink it." The sound of his voice was serious so you drank the whole cup and the next one when he refilled it, he watched you and leant against the door ignoring the pounding that was coming from the outside, there was a second en-suite they could go and use. 

"You never drink." He started and you shrugged your shoulders having no clear answer for him,

"I decided to drink tonight," You looked down at the floor remembering the kiss he'd shared with Sana and your heart ached, you wondered if she was better than you and if he loved her more than he could ever love you. 

"Is she better than me? I know she's prettier but is she a better kisser? A better dancer? Or is it just because she's famous?" He sighed walking over to you and sitting down on the edge of the bathtub with you, 

"So this is what the drinking is about?" You shrugged your shoulders again and he pulled your head to rest on his shoulder, 

"There's nothing going on between Sana and me." You grumbled something and he took out his phone texting someone, less than five seconds later there was a series of knocks on the door and he got up letting Sana come into the room. You instantly felt insecure in comparison to her but Taehyung locked the door and turned to look at you both.

"Sana is in the same position as us." You frowned the alcohol clouding your ability to think clearly still and he took your hand in his, 

"She knows about me and you because she's dating someone as well." You looked at Sana and she took out her phone showing you a series of images of her and her partner together, 

"We have the best times together but they know my life and they understand that I can't be the way I want to be with them yet." She sighed putting her phone away and trying to comfort you in any way she could, she began explaining that the reason her and Tae had been together so much was that they were sharing stories of their relationships, 

"So I got jealous and petty over nothing?" Taehyung could tell you were still feeling down about it and he looked at Sana, 

"We were also discussing something else...Taking a stand for ourselves." Before you could even question what he meant by that he was grabbing a hold of your hand and walking you through the party again going to the main room and standing you up on the coffee table, the room fell into silence all that could be heard were whisperings about what they thought was happening, 

"I, Kim Taehyung, am in love with Y/n Y/l/n and if anyone has a problem with it they can take it up with management but I know for a fake that some of you all did something again your contracts as well." You stared at him as he grabbed you and kissed you passionately in front of everyone, his hands holding your waist as yours went into the back of his hair and pulled him closer to you. 

"Was that supposed to be new news? We all knew you were dating, you made it obvious." Yoongi said and everyone went back to their drinking and dancing, 

"You mean I hid it from everyone for nothing?" Taehyung asked helping you down from the table and laughing as you giggled against his chest, 

"We all knew," Hoseok said looking over at Namjoon who was nodding in agreement that even he knew, 

"Well shit." You laughed grabbing his hand and leading him over to where more people were dancing.

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Bts reaction- they fall in love with you while they´re on vacation filming Bon Voyage

Request:  Hello can I make a request where the reader is on vacation in Malta while BTS is there for Bon Voyage s3 and they end up crossing paths with each other (and maybe fall in love🥴)

Author´s Note: Okay this is weird because I was imagining the exact same thing and (being honest) I was dying to write about it. So, you gave me an excuse ;), enjoy!!!!

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Rm (Kim Namjoon)

Bts was off to the beach.

Surprisingly, cameras were not with them. They were just enjoying themselves sprawled under the blazing sun. Namjoon sighed some stress away from his system and returned to the towels his friends had laid on the sand. Jimin was half-asleep by the time Namjoon arrived, his head covered by his t-shirt. Jungkook and Taehyung were drowning each other in the sea while Yoongi read a book peacefully under the shadows of an enormous tree. Hoseok was chatting with Jin when Namjoon interrupted them-” What are you talking about?”

“ I was scolding Hoseok for spilling my drink”-Jin laughed-” Now I´ll have to stand up and buy another one”

“ I can go for you”-Namjoon smiled. He was already on his feet and he saw no problem in doing Seokjin a tiny favour. Pleased by his offer, the eldest told Namjoon the beverage he wanted and thanked him with a sincere laugh. He made his way to the humble bar exposed in the middle of the beach and, with outstanding English, ordered what Jin wanted. However, as he watched the man mixing liquids in a metal cup, he heard a melodic giggle beside him.

You were the most charming and intriguing person Namjoon had the pleasure to observe. You were talking with one, he supposed, of your friends as the bartender winked at you cheekily. Something weird swirled in Namjoon´s stomach yet he discarded the thought of him being jealous. After all, he hadn´t even met you-” The lady over there has bought you a drink”-the bartender that had seemed to be flirting with you handed Namjoon your gift and gave you a subtle thumbs-up.

Namjoon decided to swallow his nervousness and approached you in quick strides. Looking calm and collected, he took the seat your friend had left available when she saw him coming-” I think I know you”

“ I get told that a lot”-Namjoon chuckled.

“ If you´re feeling uncomfortable, don´t worry”-you said-” I´m not going to harass or kidnap you. You´re safe”

Namjoon completely forgot about Seokjin´s drink.

Jin (Kim Seokjin)

He was going to bre be ak his neck if he kept on glancing over his shoulder so abruptly.

BTS had decided that they needed a night off, choosing a beautiful restaurant to have dinner in. The place was dimly lit and had a menu with all kinds of exotic dishes. Jungkook´s mouth was already prepared to gobble down anything they served. The eldest would have been like the maknae but something had caught his eye when they had first entered the place. As the waiter guide the seven men to their table, Seokjin´s gaze fell on you. Your friends were making jokes while you waited for your meal, a roar of laughter defeaning his ears. All your friends were quite noisy but he didn´t mind. Now, Seokjin had you behind him and his curious self urged him to glance your way every now and then.

“ I mean, she´s cute”-Jimin cackled-” Now I know why Jin-hyung keeps torturing his neck”

“ What are you saying, Jimin-ah?”-Seokjin tried to sound puzzled but his lips failed him, curving at the simple mention of his obvious crush.

“ If you like her so much, you should talk to her”-Namjoon stepped in-” She has already noticed your constant staring anyway”

Seokjin gulped but refrained from making more comments. He finished his dinner faster than he should have and excused himself to the bathroom when he saw how you did the same from the corner of his eye. He made sure not to look like a creep and, with broken English, asked for your number-” I-I...You...ugh...number?”

You giggled and typed down your number on his phone with your name on it-” I´ll try to use Google Translate to understand Korean, don´t worry”

Suga (MIn Yoongi)

They had just finished filming, even though cameras were still tripping around them. Yoongi was tired; he just wanted to drop himself on a towel and sleep until dinner was ready. Jimin had called him a lazy grandfather and he wasn´t wrong, Yoongi knew how old he could appear to be sometimes.

He opened up the towel, threw his hat away and prepared himself for a comforting nap. However, something caught him off guard. The sound of a soothing guitar flew with the gentle wind, guiding Yoongi towards it. Mid-step forward, someone started singing. It was like a gentle balm on Yoongi´s skin; sweet as the most delicious candy. He suddenly found himself staring at you and your friend, a small crowd gathering around you. Everyone was enjoying the show but your eyes landed on him. Yoongi felt how his heart jolted in his chest excitedly. You dropped your gaze as fast as lightning, recognizing the male idol instantly.

You were a fan of his producing skills and meaningful songs.

Yoongi was so charmed that he couldn´t help himself but to approach you when the song was over-” You are really good”

“ It´s a lot coming from someone as talented as you”-a soft crismon spread across your cheeks and he swore he had already fallen in love.

Jhope (Jung Hoseok)

Bts had gone to a special event tonight.

Professional dancers were performing on the stage in front of their table, swaying their hips and twirling each other in a sort of choreography Hoseok was mesmerized with. He couldn´t explain why but he felt attracted to the dance, feeling the music as it hugged his senses comfortably.

However, all his sanity left his body when the dancers started ushering people on to the stage. From a near table, they picked you up and Hoseok nearly fainted. You were extremely beautiful, with your white dress matching the pretty flower crowned on your head. You giggled as you tried to follow their steps, tossing your arms and legs happily. You had Hobi completely entranced without even noticing-” Here! Here!”-Jungkook waved his hand.

The dancer was quick to walk towards their table, a knowing smirk on her face. She pulled Hoseok and nearly pushed him your way. With a sheepish smile, he laughed and offered you to dance, which you accepted gladly.

Jimin (Park Jimin)

Jimin accepted right away when Taehyung asked him to go for a walk through the beach.

It was a beautiful, hot day. The sun pierced with its warm rays like boiling water on Jimin´s cloth-covered torso as he talked with Taehyung about everything and nothing at the same time. Children played with the puddled sand while their parents watched them from afar, usually reading a book quietly under the soothing shadows. Some people even dashed into the fresh water to reduce the heat in their bodies, splashing tiny drops on their way in. Jimin watched them with a smile until he heard someone screaming from the burning beach-” Y/N, we are ordering some drinks!”

As if summoned, you swam towards the beach. Jimin´s eyes widened as he eyed you from every angle possible. Could you be any more perfect? He seriously doubt it. You were so eager to reach your friend and he was so entranced by your beauty that you collided. Your drenched swimsuit accidentally dampened his white t-shirt, showing off his abdomen. You blushed furiously, averting your gaze. Jimin chuckled at your innocence and decided to introduce himself like he had rehearsed a million times-” Hi, I´m Jimin”

“ I´m-”

“ Y/N!”-your friend called one more time. You glared at her but sighed defeated. Jimin knew he couldn´t let you go without asking for your number. Fortunately, you were more than willing to do so, adding a cute heart besides your contact name in his phone.

V (Kim Taehyung)

He didn´t mean to interrupt for improvised photoshoot.

But he saw your friend struggling with the camera, so he decided to jump in. He thought that your beauty shouldn´t go to waste because of some poorly taken photos. He had to admit that he had more fun than he thought he would. You were so outgoing and open-minded that he just felt like talking to you for hours. Your friend was really interested in his knowledge too, marvelling by all the tiny details Taehyung had to offer. Once you and your friend were satisfied with the amount of photos taken, the moon was starting to claim the sky.

Taehyung seemed reluctant to go and you clearly felt the same way. However, his hyungs would start worrying if he was gone for too long. Therefore, you took his phone and searched for your instagram acount-” So you can see your amazing photos”

Oh, Taehyung had fallen hard.

Jungkook (Jeon Jungkook)

Jungkook was bored.

His hyungs were all taking a nap or reading under the beautiful afternoon sun. He tried to relax and maybe get some extra rest but he just couldn´t stay still. It wasn´t in Jungkook´s nature, although he snored like a truck driver. Besides, how could he close his eyes when you had entered the beach shouting and showing off your natural beauty. His gaze was obnoxiously glued on you and your bright self. Moreover, you were playing beach volley and you were killing it.

Could he fall in love with someone without even meeting them?

Well, he was questioning logic now. In the middle of his crisis, the ball had flown his way landing in front of him. Jungkook froze when you approached, grabbing the object before smiling-” Hey, we need another another player”-you said confidently-” Do you want to play?”

He didn´t need Namjoon to understand what you were asking. With an eager nod, he followed you like a puppy. After running, falling and excesively sweating, both of you decided to relax in the water. Jungkook got to know a lot about you and he was certain that he wanted to keep the conversation going. In an act of spontaneous bravery, he asked were you where staying and if you wanted to hang out.

Obviously, you said yes.

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Darling

A/N: I am beside myself in Kili love this Kili Ktuesday. Yes. We made it a thing. I... this is so mushy I have NOTHING to say for myself. Give him to me, let me love him thankyouverymuch. This was so inspired by this gif of Aidan saying “hi darlin’” in BTS videos of Being Human UK because LOOK AT HIM GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME.

Pairing: Kili x Human!Reader

Word Count: 1,692

Warnings: Men being annoying and harassing their waitress AKA reader, Kili to the rescue, Kili is very cute, Fili is very grumpy but I like to think Kili dragged him away from cleaning his precious daggers or something, disgustang fluff.

Summary: Kili frequents the tavern for one reason.

Also this gif because it’s my  f a v o r i t e

Kili’s nose scrunched angrily when he opened the heavy wooden door to the pub. Its hinges creaked loudly, as if warning him to turn around and leave immediately. But Kili stubbornly stepped through the threshold, pulling his growling brother along, and found two seats in the corner that were too tall.

He frequented this tavern for one reason. He didn’t enjoy the sloppy food that made his stomach lurch until morning. The band in the corner was too loud and brash, even for him. The all-human company didn’t exactly welcome him. However, he quickly laid eyes on his version of an oasis and the stench, noise, and dirty looks vanished from his mind and were replaced with soft skin, warm smiles and saucy comebacks. It was this woman- this human woman, who kept him visiting.

(Y/N) was taking an order from a customer when Kili crept to stand behind her. He took her hand and brought it to his lips, grinning around her knuckles when she jumped away in fright and her free hand flew to the thin tunic over her chest. She exhaled, relieved to see her favorite customer instead of a drunken one, and Kili let her air wash over him like fresh water from a stream.

“Hi, darling.”

She gave a small laugh. “Hello Prince Kili.”

Her hand dropped from his lips but he kept hold of it. “I am not your prince, you don’t have to call me that.”

She hummed. “But I do have to take your order. What would you like?” 

“I would like,” he paused, making a show as he pretended to think. His thumb waved over the back of her hand. “I would like for you to sit with me for the rest of the night.”

He was gifted a brilliant smile for his efforts. “I can’t do that.”

“Just for a moment then.”

“I can’t do that either,” she said.

Kili thought he heard disappointment hiding in the lilt of her voice and his chest bloomed with pride. She noticed and smiled. 

“You see how busy I am tonight,” she said. “Go sit, I’ll bring you and your brother an ale.”

As she finished the word, a towering, drunken human ambled past her, almost knocking her forward as he grabbed at her skirts. She whirled, slapping the mans’ hand with a growl, but Kili put himself between her and the man before she could do anything more. The instigator cackled as he stumbled away and Kili’s tender hands turned to cold fists, even as the one remained wrapped around (Y/N)’s. She pushed lightly at his chest.

“Go sit. I can handle myself.”

“I know you can. But you shouldn’t have to.” 

She nudged him again. “Kili. Go sit. I’ll be right over.” She bent to meet his eyes and waited for him to return her smile. He hesitantly withdrew his puffed out chest and warm hand and walked back to his brother at the corner table. 

(Y/N) effortlessly weaved through customers, juggling empty plates, full glasses and unwanted advances the whole way. She seemed to turn to liquid, squeezing through, delivering and taking orders without missing a step before returning to the bar for Kili’s drinks. Kili never lost sight of her billowing skirts and soft hair, especially as she passed the drunkard once more. He didn’t miss the fat, oily man send her a yellow smile and a pinch. In a blink, Kili’s chair was pushed back, but (Y/N) waved him away before he could take another step. He read her lips and imagined her low voice telling the man he’d be kicked out forcefully if he didn’t take his leave instantly. Then she flipped her braid over she shoulder, smiled at Kili, and floated over to his table.

“Here you are,” she said, letting the mugs hit the table without a single drop spilled. 

"Thank you, darling.”

She leaned a hand on the back of his chair, sticking out her hip like she was begging him to take it. “I’ve never heard a dwarf use that word.”

“Because it’s a human term,” Kili’s brother grumbled from behind his mug. (Y/N) snorted, knowing that if Kili hated this tavern, Fili despised it. 

“You don’t like the name?” Kili asked.

“I’d rather you call me something in your language.”

Kili leaned to her, inviting her to do the same in the loud room. His hair fell down his back as he looked up at her with a challenge. “Like what?” 

“Like... amrâlimê.”

He blinked wildly and fell back in his chair as if her words had struck him. “Wh-um, do you know what that means?”

“No. I’ve just heard it around.”

They heard her name being called from the bar. She flitted around his chair and knelt on the floor, out of view of her customers and boss. She set a hand on his knee and even in the dark corner, he could see her eyes shining with something he couldn’t quite place. Mischief? No. Not (Y/N).

“Does it mean something bad?” she asked.

“N-no.” He wriggled against her hand, shying from its weight and heat on his leg. “It’s actually quite fitting for you.”

Again someone hollered her name. 

“If I come to learn it’s an insult and you didn’t tell me, I will never forgive you, Prince Kili.” She flashed him a smile and stood, heading for the bar. 

“Wait,” Kili said. He stopped her, taking her in his arms and holding her so close her chin touched her chest when she looked down into his eyes. “Dance with me.”

“I can’t! Look at all these people waiting for me- I can’t.”

“You can. Please. Dance with me, amrâlimê.” He loosened his grip, giving her the choice though he knew more than half of her had already given in to him.

She sighed and lifted her skirts with one hand, leaving the other on his strong shoulder. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“No more than you’re already in, calling me ‘Prince.”

He felt her hum vibrate under his hands. The human music he’d always thought tactless and trivial gave the perfect beat for him to lead her around the small, cleared dance floor of the dirty tavern. The humans bellowed slurs and insults to him as he hopped through them, but all he could hear was the soaring giggles of his dance partner. He attempted to twirl her under his arm, but her forgotten height got caught so he turned instead, sending her into a fit of warm laughter. “We’ll turn together!” she said, and they did before falling back into the set steps of the dwarvish dance. He led her well until they were both puffing for air with exhausted legs and arms.

“Wonderful! Kili, you’re wonderful,” she said, lowering her voice as if they were the only two in the room.

“You are the one who’s-”

“(Y/N)!” the bartender shouted with a frightening threat. “Get back to your duties this instant!”

She didn’t take her eyes off Kili. “In a moment,” she said, barely loud enough for anyone to hear, never mind her boss across the room. She took Kili’s hand. “Come with me.” She dashed out of the pub, almost ripping the door off its hinges with her speed.

“(Y/N)! Slow down! Where are we going, amrâlimê?” Kili’s robes flew around him as he had trouble keeping up with her long strides. “What is it?” he asked, pulling on her hand to stop her once they were outside.

She coiled into him, staring as she caught her breath. Her cheeks were pink- once with the effort of her work, then from the exertion of their dancing, and now with the chill of the night air. Or was it from something more? Kili squeezed her hand. “What is it?” he asked.

“I...” She looked down to their joined hands and laughed. “M-Men lananubukhs menu, amrâlimê.”

He drew away, putting cold, empty space between them. “Don’t say that. You don’t know what it means.”

“I do know. I know exactly what it means and I’ve wanted to hear you say if from the moment I met you. This tavern welcomed dwarves before Buck bought it. I used to listen to them talk to each other. Your language is so harsh sounding, I’d have never guessed that you say the most beautiful things.” His eyes finally lifted to meet hers. They were clouded and guarded. “I know I’m not saying it correctly. I don’t know how to make the right sounds-”

“It’s not an easy language for humans. I-I don’t think you’re saying what you think you are-”

“Kili.” She rushed to cut him off, holding his face in her hands. “I love you, Kili. Every hour we’ve spent in that awful tavern only proves to me that my feelings for you are real. And judging by the way you keep coming back after Buck kicks you out, I... am I wrong to think you might feel something for me as well?”

His arms closed around her waist as if he were moving through water. Everything around him was a blur except for her three words that echoed in his mind like a steady heartbeat. “I come here only for you. I hate that tavern,” he said.

She laughed thickly. “I know. I know you hate the music and the food and the people-”

“But I love you.” He weaved his fingers through her hair and rose to his toes to kiss her. “I love you,” he mumbled against her lips. He’d finally said it and now he couldn’t stop. He chanted in her mouth, against her skin, up to her lips. “I love you. I will live in the attic of that bar if it means seeing you every day.”

“You might have to,” she chuckled, finally pulling away to look at him. “Your brother may kick you out of that mountain of yours when he finds out you left him alone in there.”

He hummed. “You’re always causing me trouble, amrâlimê.”

“Say it again.”

He kissed her. “Amrâlimê.”

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[saladejin]

Call An Uber? | 08

BTS x Reader | idolverse au, uber driver!Reader, translator!Reader | Fluff, flirting, super slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort, mature themes and eventual smut

Summary: Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right?

What happens when all of this occurs, but you’re still doing something you love AND getting a large sum for it? Now there’s something to think about, and it’s definitely not what you’re thinking.

Warnings: Talk of insecurities, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 2.7k

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  “You guys…”

I shook my head in disbelief, knowing exactly how the smile wouldn’t leave my face for the rest of the night. It was still slightly warm, but the boys were freshly showered and clothed in jumpers and coats to prevent sickness. I breathed in awe at the sight of them.

“You’re all absolutely amazing.” 

Taehyung, who was one of the first to reach me, couldn’t stop beaming at the shaky delivery of the words.

“Thank you! (Y/n)-ah, you’re the best!” he yelled in an excitable manner, and without warning he thrust himself aggressively into my arms. I could physically sense how much his body was trembling with unbridled happiness. That at least seemed to explain this unexpected attack.

I let out a surprised huff, but it became muffled by his thick woolly coat as he smothered me deep into the suffocating warmth. “Tae!”

I was stunned, but there was no way I wasn’t going to return the hug wholeheartedly. The other boys immediately moved to stop their bubbling bandmate and I knew Namjoon would likely be the most disgruntled. What they weren’t prepared for was me to ducking Taehyung’s head and roughening up his hair with one frisky hand.

“You’re too cute.” I pinched one of his cheeks and laughed when he puffed them out in an even cuter display of glee. His friendly and outgoing nature would surely be the death of me, but where exactly did his sexiness on stage even come from? I guessed that I’d never really seen the more earnest or mature side of the boy just yet.

“Alright, alright! Don’t kill the girl,” Yoongi piped in loudly from the back of the group, but his smile was still there, even if it was only small and hidden under a partial look of disgust. I glanced around to see the other members sharing a similar brightened mood full of accomplishment, and I couldn’t even blame them after how exhilarating the night had been as a whole.

They were certainly used to this experience, which was a similarity I couldn't share even as an ARMY. The fact that they could still be this happy about performing for their fans, even after several comebacks and widespread concerts, was just an incredible feat in itself.

“I’ve never watched you all live, only through a screen.” I stepped back from Taehyung to address them all, knowing my eyes were undoubtedly starting to water.

“It…it was just so much more than I could ever imagine. Every single one of you has such an incredible stage presence, and I could only catch glimpses the whole time! Everything I could hear, the fans chanting along, the live vocals, rapping. It was all so surreal, I was-”

I trailed off, moving my hands rapidly to try and formulate the thoughts whirring around in my head into words. Korean words at that. I knew I was launching into a full-blown rant but couldn’t bring myself to care. They needed to know these things. I mean they surely did know already, right?

Namjoon stepped forward and nodded at me with a gentle smile resting on his features. I scrutinised the look in his eyes and saw genuine, glowing happiness from within their depths. He was truly grateful for the support, and with the way he reached forward to softly give my shoulder a squeeze along with the nod, I knew he felt more than heard the point I was trying to get across.

“Aw, she’s lost for words!” Hoseok chuckled and dashed over to stand next to where Taehyung was still smiling. “Thank you (Y/n)! Guys, look at our little staff-ARMY.”

He stood behind me and took care not to let his large duffle bag knock me over. I just knew he was making little cutesy hand gestures behind my head. Seokjin grinned and made a big deal of pulling a finger heart unexpectedly from one of his pockets, dampened black hair falling into his mischievously glinting eyes. In my head, I was only relieved that he didn't blow a kiss.

Don’t fucking lie, you'd eat that shit up like a starved animal.

“Do you want me to take back what I said?” I eventually threatened and tried to whack Hoseok’s hands away, but he just continued to tease me while darting to the side. I was about to lose my composure from the sight of his facial expressions alone.

“Boys!”

At the deep and commanding voice, all of us turned to see one of the managers beckoning the group towards a line of black transport vans. I was suddenly brought back to reality, remembering that they would be travelling back separately and celebrating their own success in the dorms they called home.

I really needed to stop wanting more than I could have.

“Oh, sorry manager-nim!” Namjoon called before quickly bowing in my direction and taking his leave. Most of the others followed without question, but Jungkook turned his whole body to wave back towards my lonesome figure.

“Thanks for all your help noona!”

I smiled brightly and waved both hands, noting that some of the other members followed their maknae’s example and yelled back their own variety of appreciative phrases. My heart was full.

“Thanks Kook-ah, and all of you better get some rest!”

They began to pile into the van slowly, almost as if hesitating in their rush to leave. I was a little confused, because wouldn’t they want a well-earned session of R&R right about now? I mean, after the concert and all…

At least Yoongi was quick to ditch his bag and scramble into the vehicle to find a comfy seat. I truly did sometimes wonder if that man was my humanoid spirit animal. Another smattering of seconds passed before I noticed one member in particular lagging behind the rest, though.

Jimin had become sluggish, and it only occurred to me then how silent he’d been after the initial holler of my name. We couldn’t have that now, could we?

“Hey Jiminie, not so fast.” I jogged a few strides to catch the pale-haired boy, grasping onto the sleeve of his hoodie to stop him in his tracks. Knowing his manager wouldn’t be happy with the delay, I sought for help desperately with hawk-like eyes, and eventually caught the troubled gazes of both Taehyung and Yoongi.

I need a diversion!

Suddenly seeing their bandmate in such a state had already caused the members grave concern, but that only meant they could understand my intentions with more clarity. In a brilliant spark of a plan whispered by an ardent Seokjin, Namjoon patted at his pockets wildly and groaned before leaning forwards.

“Hyung, I think I left my phone in the dressing room.”

The manager, who had finally settled into the driver’s seat, turned off the van with a sigh and pointedly glowered at the leader. I silently blessed Namjoon and all of his clumsiness as he hurriedly rushed past back inside the venue hall, leaving me with a reassuring smile as he went. Jimin followed the rapper with curious, concerned eyes.

“What is-”

“Jimin, are you alright?” I gripped his sleeve harder, willing for his attention to be brought back my way. The younger boy looked down at the sudden pressure and then followed it upwards. I kept my voice gentle and probing, not wanting him to think I was excessively pitying him and his uncertainties.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” He smiled, but I saw past the softened exterior.

An obvious strong front, how should I go about this?

“Are you sure? You were a bit quiet. Why didn’t you leap into my arms like Tae?” I joked, and thankfully he produced a smaller but more genuine half-smirk.

“Ah, Taehyungie can be a bit much sometimes, but if you wanted a hug from me all you had to do was ask.”

I could tell there was still a few doubts sowed within his mind: maybe about his performance? It was commonplace to hear people say how the sweetly natured singer was notorious for these kinds of things. He needed attention when it came to this brand of negativity, and he could have all of mine without even asking for it. No doubt Hoseok, Tae and Kookie had been onto him already.

“In your dreams.” I laughed. “I was gonna tell you how I especially enjoyed your performance, but I don’t know anymore.”

“Really? I was off-key for like, most of the concert.” He turned his gaze downwards and I could feel the hurt curling deeply within my chest. It wasn’t even my own, but it still made a painful lump rise up into my throat. The next decision was made before I could even grasp at what my mind was conjuring.

“Hmm, can I have that hug?” I raised an eyebrow and watched as his saddened eyes began to gleam with surprise and a tinge of warmth.

“What, now?”

“Of course you numpty, I always thought you’d be the best hugger so I want to prove myself right.” I held out my straightened arms, waiting for his response but also prepared for refusal. I knew it was quite strange, and I knew that he was nervous because the people in the van were eyeing us off like helpless prey.

“What happened to ‘in your dreams’?” he snorted, but I saw his uncovered hands twitch needily.

I turned to look behind me, meeting Yoongi’s gaze within the van once again with my own and letting it sharpen in yet another signal. He instantly tapped into my brain’s wavelength and reached out to pull the members into a small huddle, effectively creating a diversion. Damn, these boys were on fire tonight with their skills in clairvoyance.

“Fine.”

I only heard the sharp breathy sigh from Jimin before suddenly, I was warm again. He was obviously smaller than Taehyung, but that only made it all the cosier. I felt as though I fit into his frame like a long-lost puzzle piece.

I barely had any time to turn back around, but it was easy to see he would’ve been too shy in any other circumstance. I brought my hands up to encircle him immediately, not wanting him to start getting cold feet.

“Jiminie, I want you to know just how much I love your vocals.” I squeezed him back, relaxing my tense body and allowing my chin to nuzzle into his shoulder. “I want you to know that to us, it doesn’t even matter that you’re not perfect, because nobody is.”

“Your singing and dancing are continuously what we want as our own version of perfection, no matter how different one performance is from the next. We know you work hard every time. Without fail. And you may hear these kinds of things already, but I just really need you to hear it right now.”

He relaxed even more into my hold, and I noticed how I’d unconsciously started rubbing one hand around in lazy circles across his back as a comforting gesture. His hands tugged into tiny fists behind my waist before he was suddenly pulling back. I thought about how cute and unnecessarily considerate it was that he didn’t even dare to touch me with his own palms. When you really thought about it, we hadn’t known each other long enough to consider ourselves as ‘close’.

“You’re sweet. Thanks for telling me that.” His voice was clipped with emotion, but his smile was the realest one I had caught a glimpse of in a while. My breath was taken away by how effortlessly an airy giggle followed in the wake of his words.

“Jimin I’m serious, stop hurting me with your self-doubt,” I wailed and playfully bumped his arm with my own. His serious expression crumbled even further as another bout of laughter gripped his body. His eyes disappearing into dark, crescent shaped moons.

“I’m sorry! Why did you hug me if I was hurting you?”

First of all, it was you who hugged me…

“Sometimes I can’t express things completely in words, and you know what they say about body language,” I murmured and saw him nod in understanding. He was flushed, and I knew the shy boy had once again finally returned.

“Ah, you’re right. Well I needed that anyway, you’re amazing (Y/n). Everyone’s always having to boost me up, I’m sorry.”

I forced myself to keep my eyes trained on his, even though intense emotions of profound gratitude and respect were swimming within them. I wouldn’t be able to call myself strong-willed if my heart couldn’t even take Park Jimin being sincere.

“Stop, before I hug you again.”

He looked like he wanted to stand and test the theory, but was interrupted by the loud commanding tone of his manager yet again. Maybe Jimin wanted to celebrate together just like I did? The idea was improbable at best, but the embers of hope were ignited and fuelled the longer I spent standing in the car-park.

Wait, how long had Namjoon even been back from finding his ‘phone’?

“Oh.” Jimin tilted his head in disappointment and sighed, “I forgot about that, are you alright to get back?”

He was suddenly concerned again, and I almost clicked my tongue at the unsurprising turn of events.

“Yes Jimin, I’ll be fine. But if you don’t rest up properly, I will hunt you down.”

“Oho, and what?” he challenged, adjusting the strap of his own duffel bag onto his shoulder. I only noticed it now for some reason. The large black obstacle must have been abandoned on the ground for most of the encounter.

“I’ll…torture you into eating a healthy meal and going to bed,” I finished with crossed arms and flashed him a defiant expression. His irises of deep mahogany sparkled with amusement, but I didn’t want to keep him occupied for too long.

“Actually, I don’t have access to the dorm. I’ll tell Seokjin-oppa to do it for me.”

He chuckled and shook his head, shuffling from foot to foot as he procrastinated on bidding his farewells. “I’m sure ‘Seokjin-oppa’ would love to have you over for dinner one night anyway.”

“Really?” I balked, honestly not expecting the somehow sarcasm-soaked response. Would I actually be able to visit their home one day? The very thought instigated feelings of excitement and scepticism so strong that I had to fan myself to get rid of the heat alighting my face.

“I would. We all would,” Jimin continued, scuffing at the ground with the toe of his shoe before smiling up at me once more. I couldn’t help but think this whole scene probably looked like an awkward confession to anyone passing by.

“Jimin-ah, we need to get going! Jin-hyung’s stomach is making noises again,” Hoseok exclaimed suddenly from the open van door, and I jolted at the sudden reminder that they were all still waiting for their blonde-haired bandmate.

“Fuck, Jimin please go before I’m the meat they decide to grill.” I grimaced and squeezed his forearm in a final act of reassurance before backing away. He nodded at me with blown out eyes, dramatics increasing tenfold, and I had to stop myself from laughing even more.

“Bye, you crazy ball of talent!”

I waved and turned to step right out of the situation, praying to dear God the manager didn’t roast the living hell out of the poor boy. It was my fault more than anyone’s, even if I did have a few helping hands.

I didn’t stick around to hear a reply and scanned the area for my own ride home. It seemed there were still a few people packing up, and I felt guilty for being lazy with most of it.

Hey, I did help in another way, I guess.

I realised with disdain that my ride with the three female crew-members was already long gone from the scene, and I had been so quickly thrust into the vehicle that I didn’t even have time to think about driving out here in my own Red. How inconvenient could you possibly get?

“I guess I’m calling an Uber.”

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[btssaysstudy]

Valentine’s Day || BTS JK

Genre: Fluff Paring: JK x reader A/N: My first fanfic hehe, hope you like it and do drop a message if you did!

In University, you joined a dance club as an extra curricular activity and that was when you met your best friend — Jungkook. Everyone in the club was familiar with each other and you had many events together already. It had turned into your family in university.

“He said I looked good in my recent post.” You had to admit that you sounded vain and shallow when you said that to your best friend. Jungkook chuckled, “I’m telling you he’s interested.”

“Or he’s just being nice.” You countered, to which Jungkook shrugged his shoulders. You took the drink you ordered and walked away with Jungkook to your table to have your lunch.

You hung out with Jungkook the most in school since you guys took the same modules and in the same year. “Anyway, enough about me, any updates on that girl that texted you?” “Nothing really, she’s another one that thinks we’re dating. I don’t understand why a girl and guy hanging out together will always get mistaken for being together.”

“Beats me. Maybe you should get rid of me to help with your game.” You grinned at Jungkook as a joke. He rolled his eyes at you, “As if it’ll be easy to get rid of you.”

“Oh so you’ve had thoughts about it?”

“Shut up.” Jungkook threw his crumpled receipt at you to make you stop. The two of you finished your lunch and headed to your next lecture together. On the way, you were talking about what you and Jimin had been talking about the other night when you were lucky enough to bump into him.

“Guess who’s behind.” Jungkook whispered after he had coincidentally turned around. “No way. You think he heard me gushing about him?”

Your best friend shook his head, placed his hand on your shoulder and whipped your body 180 degrees so that you could meet eye to eye with Jimin.

“H-Hey Jimin!”

“Y/N! Jungkook! Just the people I was looking for!” Jimin waved at you enthusiastically as he jogged up to the both you.

“You were?”

Jimin bidded his head with his charming closed mouth smile, “Nothing serious. Just a random question, are y’all skipping practice next Friday?”

Park Jimin. Another star dancer in the club, along with Jungkook and a few others. He’s also the one you have been talking about to Jungkook. You did see your fellow club members as family. Jimin was the exception though.

Jimin was a flirt.

A lot of people knew that. However it was not like the f*ckboy flirty ways, he was a natural at it. You were even sure that there were times he himself didn’t even recognize that he was flirting. You loved to talk to Jimin. You loved to see him dance as well.

“Skipping practice? No, why?”

“Because,” Jimin winked at you, “Next Friday is Valentine’s Day.” You tried not to let a big smile show as you remained ‘nonchalant’ about Valentine’s Day.

“I might be.” Jungkook wriggled his shoulders cutely and you nudged your best friend with a shocked look on your face. “I need an update!” Jungkook laughed, nodding head his, “Yes boss. I’ll update you later. For now, we have a lecture to attend.:

The three of you were in the same lecture for this module. However, Jimin attended this module with another group of his while you were with Jungkook. It was true that you two seemed inseparable. Of course it was appear this way since you guys organised your semester schedules together. You guys met during orientation camp and have become best friends ever since.

Halfway through the lecture, Jungkook had given up listening and started using his phone discreetly behind his laptop. You glanced to see that he was texting someone. “Who’s that?” You softly nudged his sides. “It’s the girl I asked out for Valentine’s.”

Your attention immediately shifted to finding out who was this mysterious girl, turning to him to ask for more information. “Show me a picture! What’s her name? How did you meet?”

Jungkook nudged you to keep quiet, finding a picture of her on social media. ‘Wow she looks good.” You thought to yourself, somehow feeling dejected without knowing the reason why.

It dawned on you that Jungkook won’t be there for dance practice next Friday and it made you less excited for practice. However, something bothered you even more. You felt more upset compared to the other times when he was just lazy to practice but you couldn’t put a finger on it. So you decided to brush it off.

__

“Jeon Jungkook! What is this?” You asked in shock as you looked at the contents of the tote bag. Taking out the box from inside, you opened it to find out that Jungkook had prepared you a lunch bento box and along with it, came your favourite drink.

“Do you like it?” He asked, you didn’t miss how shy and nervous he sounded.

You looked back up at me, showing the brightest smile you have as you pulled him in for a tight hug. “I love it! I love food! You’re the best I swear!” You felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled, making your heart flutter from the sensation. He patted your shoulders, signalling you to release him from your tight grasp.

“I didn’t get you anything though.” You pouted, feeling guilty that you didn’t prepare a surprise for your best friend. He shook his head, “Nah, it’s fine y/n. Don’t feel bad about it. It was an impromptu thing anyway.”

Jungkook started filling you in about the details on his date later that night - where he would bring out and what time. Once he was done sharing his part, you started talking about you will be hanging out with some of the club members after practice, one of them being Jimin.

You noticed his smile dropped for a split second before he went back to showing a supportive and bright smile. “Are you guys getting closer?” Shrugging your shoulders, “I guess so? But just as friends.”

“I see.”

—

While waiting for practice to start, you and Jimin were sitting next to each other, talking about recent events the past few days and just catching up in general. You realised that you never gotten the proper chance to just sit down with Jimin alone to get to know him better. It was mostly because you were always more nervous about trying not to make it obvious that you thought he’s cute.

However, the longer the conversation went, the more you realised. You were more than happy with how things are with you and Jimin. It already felt perfect in a way. You weren’t sure of the reason why but suddenly, it was as if you didn’t have that cute crush on him anymore.

“Jungkook told me about the girl he’s taking out tonight. Have you met her?” “No,” you answered curtly, which surprised Jimin and even yourself. “Why do you ask?”

“Nothing.” Jimin chuckled, “Why are you laughing?” You looked at him in a questioning manner. Jimin just pinched your cheeks playfully. “It’s nothing y/n.”

You didn’t want to talk about Jungkook’s Valentine’s date, you weren’t sure why but you were sure that you wanted to change the topic.

Practice ended slightly earlier so you guys dashed out of the studio to head over to McDonald’s to get a midnight snack since you were all starving after dancing for hours.

Hoseok and Seokjin, also members of the dance club, were goofing around while you guys were walking to the fast food place. Taehyung was behind them, laughing freely and filming them. While you and Jimin were in front leading the way and talking with each other.

“Valentine’s Day doesn’t seem so boring when we have them behind us.” Jimin was referring to the two fooling around behind. You laughed as you glanced back, nodding your head in agreement.

“Too bad Jungkook isn’t here.” Jimin added.

“At least he’s on a cute date.” You said bitterly, looking down at your feet, not really paying attention to what you had just uttered.

“You know, I find it hard to believe no one asked you out for VDAY.” Jimin commented.

You looked back up to face Jimin as you walked, “I mean, everyone in the crew are all like family. We don’t see each other that way? And I basically only hang out with y’all.”

“Mmm. I guess that could be another reason.” Jimin jutted out his lower lip as you stared straight ahead, as if deep in thought.

You furrowed your brows, “Another reason? What reason did you have in mind?”

Jimin just winked at you and you nudged him to get it out of him.

“Spill.”

“You know, before I spill, I might as well spill that I knew you had a small crush on me.” He winked at you and you were completely caught off guard. He knew all this time?! You felt like a fool next to him all of a sudden.

Out of embarrassment you smacked his arm. “Didn’t need to do me dirty like that.”

Jimin laughed before continuing, “I had a crush on you too, for the record.”

You scoffed, not believing his words. “Really now.” For all you know, he could be saying that out of pity to help you feel less embarrassed.

“Yea. But I thought you and JK had a thing so I did my best to get rid of those thoughts. I only knew about you liking me recently because Jungkook dropped some not so subtle hints.”

“He WHAT?!”

Jimin winced sheepishly, probably thinking he screwed up and you were going to murder Jungkook.

“Don’t kill him. It’s because I was asking about your V-Day plans.” Jimin shook his head, “Anyway, back to the main point. That’s the reason I was referring to.”

“The main reason is that people think Jungkook and I are a thing?”

“Not gonna lie, I ship you guys at the same time so I was willing to let my crush go.” He winked at you and you laughed. “Well, you should’ve made your move since we aren’t together. He’s on a date now and he’s just my best friend.”

“You sure about that?” He asked as he opened the door to McDonalds, letting the group in and that put a pause on your conversation

After that day, Jungkook didn’t really update you about his date as he was talking to you as if nothing happened. You found it weird because he was usually very eager to share what happened.

“Okay. Why aren’t you updating me about your date?”

“There’s nothing to say.” He grumbled, seemingly not in the mood to talk.

“What do you mean there’s nothing? There has to be updates.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Jungkook was avoiding your eye contact, looking at his drink, stirring the melting ice with his straw.

You tried to think of a reason why Jungkook was in such a sour mood. Then it clicked in your head, “Oh. It went badly didn’t it? It’s okay Jung—“

“I said I don’t want to talk about it.” He snapped his head up to look at you straight in the eye.

“Damn. Okay.” You raised your hands, brushing his harsh reply off though it hurt you a bit. Jungkook felt guilty for lashing out at you and opened his mouth to apologise but was distracted when he saw Jimin approach your table, waving at the both you.

“Lover boy is here. I gotta go.” Jungkook got up with his bag.

“Go where? Our next lecture is only in an hour—“

“I’m going to the library.” He rushed off after saying hello to Jimin.

The library? Since when does he go to the library before lectures?

After waving goodbye to Jungkook, Jimin turned back at you, standing next to your table. “He looks pissed. What did you do?”

You shrugged your shoulders, leaning back against your seat, staring at your empty plate and cup.  “I have no clue. He was being pissy about his date.”

“Oh. He didn’t tell you what happened?”

“No. What do you know?”

“He cancelled his date.” Jimin said with a knowing smirk, wriggling his shoulder suggestively.

“And how do you know that?”

“He told Taehyung when we were going out for Macs that night. He wanted to join us for post-practice meal.”

“So why didn’t he?”

Jimin sighed, reaching into his pockets to take out his phone. He showed you his chat with Taehyung.

“Tae filmed the group walking to Macs and I guess he saw this.” Jimin explained as you read the chat. You clicked on the video that Taehyung sent. “Wait.” Jimin took his phone and  skipped to the part where you and Jimin were walking together and seemingly having a good time together.

Confused, you looked back up at Jimin. “What about it?”

Jimin jokingly poked your forehead. “Must I spell everything out for you? He likes you. Dumb ass.”

You laughed, “If he did. He would’ve asked me out for Valentine’s.”

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, taking your bag from the seat. “He probably would’ve asked you if you didn’t tell him about your crush on me.”

“What are you doing with my bag—“

Jimin took your arm and pulled you up. “Where did he go?”

“The library?”

“Yea right, that boy ain’t there to study. Go talk to him.” He started pulling you in the direction of the library.

Throughout the walk to the library, you kept saying you didn’t want to talk about it. You needed to think it through and come up with a plan but Jimin kept pulling you all the way.

At the entrance, you saw Jungkook walk out, he looked at you and Jimin together. You noticed the blank look on his face, as if he was trying to hide his emotions.

Jimin smiled at Jungkook and pushed you towards him.

“See y’all at the lecture!” Jimin winked at you and briskly walked off.

“Screw you jimin.” You cursed under your breath.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asked as he walked up to you and you shook your head. “N-Nothing. Just wanted to check on you since I seemed to have pissed you off earlier.”

Jungkook sighed and shook his head. “No you didn’t. Sorry I snapped at you. Can we forget about that?” You agreed and the two of you made your way to the lecture hall.

“About my date. I cancelled it.” Jungkook spoke after the short silence.

So it was true.

“Why?”

“It didn’t feel right.” He answered but you didn’t pry.

—

After lecture, Jungkook suggested to go for ice cream and you agreed. He asked about updates on you and Jimin. You told him you don’t see him that way anymore.

“Really? Just the other day—“

“Yea I know what I said but I realised it was just eye candy or something.”

Suddenly you remembered that Jungkook snitched on you. “He told me that he knows I liked him. I wonder why.” You looked at him and he gave you an apologetic look.

“I-I’m sorry.”

You laughed, brushing it aside, “It’s okay. But we talked about it and we’re cool.”

There was silence following that as you guys ate your own ice cream. It was creating nervousness in you and you couldn’t sit in silence any longer.

“Wish you joined us that night.”

Jungkook smiled, “Me too.”

“Why didn’t you? Since you cancelled the date.”

He shrugged his shoulders, avoiding your eye contact once again, taking a lick of his ice cream. “It was too late to go out.”

“That’s nonsense. You have no curfew.”

Jungkook chuckled, “Okay yea you’re right.”

“Jimin told me you asked Taehyung where we were but you didn’t meet us.”

“I lost the mood to meet you guys.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief, “You lost the mood for a midnight snack? Okay, the date, I understand since you’ve done that before. But McDonald’s? With everyone?”

Jungkook pressed his lips into a thin smile, you could tell he was thinking of his reply. You waited, eating your ice cream that was slowly melting in the cup.

“I didn’t want to go there on Valentine’s just to see you and Jimin together.”

You stopped mid-scoop and looked up at him who was looking down at his ice cream cone. “W-What?” You felt your body froze, trying to comprehend what he was trying to say.

With a frustrated sigh, he looked into your eyes and confessed. “I always cancelled on dates because I didn’t want to go on dates with other girls. Hanging out with you is more than enough. I thought at first maybe its because I was just stuck with you. But after hanging out with other girls before, it just didn’t feel as happy and chill when we hang out.”

You didn’t break eye contact at all and you felt the sincerity of every single word he had uttered. Yet, you didn’t know how to reply. You felt your heartbeat even more heavily, you felt this adrenaline rising in your and your cheeks heating up.

“I like you y/n.”

You leaned back, staring at your cup of ice cream. “Huh.” You chuckled, completely at a lost.

“Why are you laughing” He asked, looking a bit nervous.

You looked up at him, making eye contact and smiled. “If you do, why aren’t you asking me out on a date then?”

His nervous look morphed into a big smile, “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“I’d love to.”

[nomimits7]

Cold Phoenix |4|

Title: Cold Phoenix

Pairing: FBI BTS x Gang/mafia member (named) reader

Genre: Mission au, FBI au, Gang au

Warnings: Angst, manipulation, riddles (sorry), betrayal

Summary: Being born as the Taboo child between the good and the bad of this world, Zebah grew up believing she was just another one of the stolen. But just like the moon that needs the sun to shine, seven FBI agents enter her life with the promise of freedom. Before long Zebah realizes she is just another pawn in the game of Mafia vs. FBI. Will Zebah ever learn to trust the seven men that betrayed her to get what they wanted? Will she ever believe the truth behind her own birth? Or will Zebah fall alongside her family that lied to her from the start?

A/N: This story is told in the third person. Try to guess who the narrator is! Also this is my first time writing in this style. Please do tell me what you think. Should I keep to it or not?? The bold words are flashbacks of past scenes. The normal words are what the narrator tells.

Part 3

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Before long this new gang reached out to Phoenix. They wanted to establish a new partnership. Phoenix’s big boss saw this as a brilliant opportunity for Zebah and her team to redeem themselves. Or more specifically, earn the right to live. The only problem was that Bimil didn’t want more than one person close to them. When Phoenix refused they changed their strategy where they would allow others but at a respected distance.

Thinking back on it now it’s ridiculous how stupid our leader was back them. He fell right into their trap. What mafia leader sends rookies to scout out new partners? Yes, a stupid one. I know he was my brother but clearly, he stood at the back of the line when intelligence was handed out. Oh? I’m sorry. It seems like I forgot to mention the fact that my younger brother took over the mafia after my father died. You see, I was my mother’s black sheep.

But enough about me, that’s not important at this stage. Zebah took every measure possible she could to guarantee her team's safety. She even consulted Alex to ensure he had no alliance with the new gang. She knew she could not wear a wire or anything that would record their conversation, so she took to old fashioned fighting. That is if things had to turn sour for a second time.

“Okay so let’s go through this one more time. No one is allowed to interfere unless I give the signal. Alex and Ray you will be stationed the closest to me. While Steve and Nate will be stationed near the cars to ensure no tampering. Everyone clear?” Zebah asked as she looked up from the blueprints. Her eyes held a fierceness her teammates has never seen before. It was frightening, to say the least. No one would die on her watch again.

“Yes Z!” the replies came and with that, they departed to the meeting spot. An abandoned warehouse just outside the city. It was risky but this time they were more prepared. No one will surprise them again tonight and Zebah would make sure of that. Not because of her loyalty towards Phoenix, but because she was determined to get out.

It felt like déjà vu. The setting, the uncertain feeling. The warehouse was dark, dusty, and on the verge of caving in. When they arrived a group of seven men was already waiting for them. Zebah was constantly surrounded by gang members and men of the mafia, but these seven looked nothing like the typical mafia man. Their hair for one seemed like a display of random colours. Platinum white, orange, pink, green, red, blue, and purple. Totally normal colours. Their clothes were simple but clear of any stains. But their faces held a certain promise. If it was of death or something else, she will soon find out.

“I find this very convenient for you. How do I know you haven’t bugged the place or have someone else hidden in the dark ready to fire?” Zebah called out as she stood rooted in her spot at the door. She had no grounds to trust any of the men surrounding her, not even her own.

“You have nothing to worry about little one, but if it will satisfy you feel free to secure the perimeter as long as you keep those guns where we can see them. I don’t know about you, but I am not planning on spilling any blood tonight” The one with platinum white hair spoke up. Maybe he was their leader. His voice was smooth and calming. It fit him well and the dimples he flashed was just an added bonus. He wore black pants and a slim fit white shirt. His chest being well on display for all to marvel at.

“Nate. Steve.” Was all Zebah said before the two men dashed off into opposite directions. She was determined to make it clear what power she wielded. Why she didn’t know. It took the men only five minutes to return. They only reported on a random dog in the other gang's vehicle, which was strange, to say the least.

“You brought a dog?” was all she said before taking a hesitant step towards the group. A bit more relaxed than before.

“Two dogs and a baby sugar glider to be exact. T.A’s puppy is too small to leave at our headquarters and little Rj never let’s go of his owner. The other dog is just to keep the puppy company while we settle this meeting” the believed leader spoke up again.

These men were only getting stranger by the minute. You have no idea if that was supposed to make you smile or not. Fighting the small tug on your lips as best you can you finally reach the middle of the warehouse, only a few feet away from the seven.

“You know Zebah… I love to stare at birds. You get all types of birds. Big birds, small birds, tamed birds, and wild birds. But do you know what they all have in common? They all have wings. Some just choose to never use them” The same man as before spoke with a slight glint in his eye.

“How do you know my name? and what are you talking about?” Zebah asked, shock evident in her voice.

“Oh, Zebah. Never underestimate a curious cat. Even the moon needs the sun to shine.” He answered back, knowing she would understand, eventually.

Zebah didn’t realize who they were at first, but their way of talking in code had her intrigued. It took her a while to understand that they knew more about her life than she did and that they could help her escape the darkness she was trapped in. The only part of their riddles she didn’t understand was the sun part.

Zebah immediately took to her computer as she started her own research on the seven men she met. She had no idea what she would find but she knew somewhere out there she would find something. Turns out she found nothing more than coded profiles. Now back then I was one of the code masters, but she didn’t come to me. She took it upon herself to decode the profiles and she even developed a way to ask me for my opinion in a coded way. I didn’t even realize it at the time, but she surely had some of her mother in her. Sneaky yet pure.

Part 5

A/N: Well this story is going... well? 

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE

@sheebaba​: BTS approaches their ex (YOU!) and wants to get back together.

Tags: BTS, BTS Drabble, my asks, my requests, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyandan, Beyond the Scene, boyfriend AU, Jin x you, Yoongi x you, Hoseok x you, Namjoon x you, Jimin x you, Taehyung x you, Jungkook x you

Genre: Angst, Fluff, maybe some suggestive content? 

Title: Second Chances

KIM SEOKJIN

Smiling down at the little handwritten note in your hand, your musings were interrupted by your coworker, Liesel, walking by your cubicle, sticking her head inside and curiously eyeing the bouquet of flowers on your desk, as she asked, “Secret Admirer strikes again?” 

You nodded, tucking the note into your jacket pocket, as you flashed her a grin, turning back to your stack of paperwork that needed to be finished before you left for the day, “Yeah. I’ll give it to him, the guy’s got game.” 

“I’ll say.” Liesel laughed, leaning against the door frame, her eyes straying from the large bouquet to the other trinkets and treats that littered one side of your desk. “He’s sent you something nearly every day for the past month.” 

“He wants to meet up.” You spun around in your desk chair, hurrying on as Liesel’s brows inched up her forehead in surprise. “I mean, it can’t hurt right? It’s at a public place, and I don’t get the vibe that this guy is a creeper or anything.” 

“You do you, doll.” Liesel shrugged, pushing herself up to continue on her way, giving you a little wave and smug smile over her shoulder as she left. “Let me know on Monday if you get any hot and kinky secret admirer sex over the weekend.” 

The rest of the day crept by slowly, and you found your fingers straying to the pocket of your jacket, caressing the edges of the small note far more often than you would care to admit, a stupid smile always trying to lift the corners of your mouth as you remembered the words etched into the card. 

‘Meet me tonight. Benny’s. 6;00.’ 

Finally, FINALLY, it was 5 PM and you could go home. Rushing out of work, barely waving to Liesel and your other coworkers on the way out, you headed home, determined not to be late and show up to greet this “secret admirer” in your very best outfit. 

Changing into a black, skin tight evening dress, complete with pearls and heels, you fixed your hair and touched up your makeup, glancing over at the clock as you finished up, nervously grabbing your clutch before heading out the door to wave down a taxi. 

The drive to Benny’s was uneventful, and you felt nerves start to grow in your stomach as you watched the night time city flash past outside your window, the butterflies growing more and more as you finally reached the restaurant, and the taxi driver let you out onto the sidewalk after a quickly uttered “thank you.” 

Smoothing down the shawl you wore around your shoulders, hands running down the smooth black fabric of your dress one more time, you took in a deep breath, shivering from the cool air, and made toward the inviting, lit up entrance to the restaurant, only to be stopped in your tracks by a very familiar voice calling out your name from behind you. 

“(Y/N)!”

Your heart thudded, just once, hard, against your ribs, and you swallowed quickly, trying to wet your suddenly dry mouth, as you turned slowly to face the man coming towards you, his long, dark hair mussed from running, his breath coming in pants, his tie slightly askew, a bouquet of ruffled flowers held in his hands. 

“Seokjin. What are you doing here?” You managed to ask, as he came to a stop in front of you, reaching up to rake a hand through his ruined hair as he bent over slightly, trying to catch his breath. 

“Sorry....I thought....” He panted out, holding the bouquet of flowers out to you, hands still on his knees. “You’d....be a little....late....like....old times.” 

You took the flowers from him, albeit a bit reluctantly, and then asked, watching as he finally straightened up and offered you a wide smile, a smile that made your heart start to pound once again in your chest, “What are you talking about? I’m meeting someone.....” 

He raised a dark brow at you, his smile thinning just a bit, full lips pursed, waiting, watching you with large eyes that reflected the city lights back to you. “I know.” 

Suddenly, you realized. You knew why he was here. 

You gasped, pointing with the bouquet of flowers at him almost accusingly, as you exclaimed, “Wait. The only way you would know I’d be here is if....” You gasped again, louder this time, shooting him a glare, hands going to your hips. “You’re my secret admirer!” 

He held his hands out in an appeasing manner, smile once again crossing his full lips. “Guilty.” 

“Jin......” You began, letting out a sigh, any anger draining from your body as you regarded the man in front of you. 

You had broken up, weeks ago, and everything had been going fine, everything was good, until he showed up in front of you tonight, looking like a greek god in his slim fitting tuxedo, dark hair perfectly framing his face, pink, plush lips looking so inviting against tan skin and white teeth. 

Shit. You still loved him. 

“Look, (Y/N).” You jerked out of your thoughts, realizing Jin had started talking while you were zoned out, a pleading look coming across his normally confident features. “I knew you wouldn’t talk to me, I knew this was the only way to get you to meet me here tonight. Could you just hear me out? Please?” He held a hand out to you, his fingers stretched toward you, offering you to take his offer. “I screwed up.I realized, as soon as you left, what I had lost.” 

Sighing, still anxious over the realization you had just had at seeming him again in over a month, suddenly realizing how pathetic you were, how cliche it was to still be in love with your ex, you said, defeat clear in your tone, “All right, Jin. I came all this way. Might as well have dinner right?” 

You offered him a half smile, and he returned the gesture, and as your hand met his, you let him lead you into the warmth of the restaurant. 

MIN YOONGI

“Okay, remember.” You knelt down in front of Toko, reaching up to unclip his leash as you shot him a stern glare. “No rough housing. Be nice to the smaller dogs. Play with dogs your own size. Okay?” 

The large husky wagged his tail at your words, sitting obediently in front of you, waiting for you to give him the okay to head off into the large dog park and play with the dozens of other dogs that filled the area, barking and chasing and fetching. 

Sighing, you patted his head and then straightened, wiping the dust off your knees as you motioned with your head, “Okay then. Go play.” 

With a loud bark, Toko bounded to his feet and dashed across the dog park, disappearing out of sight, already lost in sniffing bushes and trees and other dog’s asses. 

Sitting down on the bench along one side of the fenced area, you pulled your jacket closer around your shoulders as a brief breeze picked up, and pulling out your phone, you began to scroll aimlessly through social media, careful to avoid any and all mentions of him, as you scanned through Twitter. 

Suddenly, the sound of a yap and a small dog leaping up on the bench beside you pulled you from your melancholy, and you turned your head, words already on your lips, as you asked cheerfully, “Oh, hey little guy....” 

The statement died on your lips, as your gaze met the dark orbs of a small poodle, brown fur ruffled in the breeze, front paw raised in excitement, pink tongue lolling out past blackened lips, head cocked as he regarded you with familiarity. 

“Shit.” You swore under your breath, ducking your head and glancing around out of the corners of your eyes as you addressed the little dog sitting beside you. “Holly, if you’re here, then so is.....” 

“Hey.” 

“Yoongi.” You gasped out, finishing your statement to the poodle, as your eyes, wide with sudden surprise, flashed up to the figure of the man standing in front of you, hoodie pulled up over his head, hands tucked in his pockets, posture slightly hunched, as he regarded you with dark eyes, made even darker by the shadow of his hood falling over his forehead. 

A sardonic smile quirked the corner of his lips upward, as he said dryly, “You look like shit.” 

“Thanks.” You scoffed out sarcastically, methodically avoiding his gaze, as you searched for a sign of Toko among the crowds of dogs. “Funny, I could say the same about you.” 

You were surprised when Yoongi shuffled forward and sat beside you on the bench, hands still out of sight deep within his hoodie, as Holly crawled onto his lap, his tail wagging enthusiastically. You slid away from him ever so slightly, not liking the sudden feeling of goosebumps arising on your skin at his too close presence. 

“So. Did you bring the mutt today?” Yoongi asked, his voice holding measured disinterest, as both of you looked out over the bustling dog park. 

“Of course I did. Why would someone go to a dog park without their dog?” You shot back, wanting to laugh, but the sound getting stuck behind the sudden lump in your throat, as you risked a glance over at his features, pale in the dimming afternoon light. 

“Does the mutt still like to play with the smaller dogs as if they were chew toys?” He asked, meeting your gaze, as he shifted on the bench beside you, closer to you. 

A slight blush came over your cheeks as your gazes met, and you glanced away again, finally catching sight of Toko across the park, playing with another larger dog, for once, as you said, “Yes. We actually had a talk about that today, before we came. About playing with dogs his own size.” 

“Figures.” Yoongi grunted out, shifting again, Holly curled up on his lap now, watching the other dogs with lazy brown eyes. “The only small dog Toko ever liked was Holly.” 

“Yeah.” You nodded in agreement, before you could stop yourself, and then the two of you fell into silence again. 

Uncomfortable silence. 

“(Y/N)...” Yoongi started to say. 

“Yoongi...” You blurted out, at the exact same time your name leaft his lips. 

Both of you stuttered to a halt, and you looked down at your hands, the blush once again blooming across your cheeks, as you muttered out, fumbling with a loose string on the edge of your shirt, “You go first.” 

He sighed, a heavy sound, from beside you, and you couldn’t help but glance over at him curiously, this man sitting beside you, the man who, up until two days ago, you had loved more than anyone else in the world. 

“(Y/N). Listen.” He glanced over at you, dark eyes brimming with an emotion you hadn’t seen for awhile, as he bit his lip between his teeth, seeming to think as he paused for a moment before continuing, “I think we made a mistake.” 

“You do?” You couldn’t stop yourself, the words poured from your lips as soon as his statement was in the open, hope suddenly springing up into your chest. “I mean.” You smoothed down your sweater, clearing your throat, as you asked more calmly, “you do?” 

He flashed you a smile, a smile that is so familiar, it made your heart ache, pink gums stark against his white teeth, and then he nodded. “Yeah, I do.” It is his turn to clear his throat, and then he said, “You wanna get coffee after this? Talk through some things?” 

“Yes, I would love that.” You responded, your own smile flashing across your face, just as Toko bounded back over to you, muddy paws going onto your chest as he licked your face, dog breath hot on your skin, as you cried out, “Toko! No! You’re getting me dirty! Get down!” 

Yoongi watched you, amusement clear on his features, as you struggled with the large husky, and then he said teasingly, “I see that the mutt still doesn’t have any manners.” 

 You laughed, and he followed suit, Toko grinning, large tongue lolling between the two of you, and for the first time in two days, it all felt good. 

JUNG HOSEOK

“No, no, no, no, no.” You whispered out underneath your breath, as you watched your dance instructor walk down the line of students, her hands behind her back. 

Praying to yourself quietly, you kept your eyes on the wall of mirrors in front of you, hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, as you avoided her gaze. She was almost to you, and if she picked you, and you had to dance with him, then you would most certainly die, right there on the spot. You were sure of it. 

“(Y/N).” 

You glanced up at your teacher’s sharp voice forming your name, and saw her standing before you, watching you over her rimmed glasses as she pursed her lips and said, “You have been doing well lately with this particular footwork.” She flicked her hands toward the front of the class as she turned on her heel. “Join Hoseok up front for the demonstration.” 

Shit. 

Your hands were suddenly clammy, your throat dry, and your heart was trying to pound its way out of your chest, as you forced your feet to move over the wooden floor and toward the front of the class, where he stood, waiting, watching. 

You didn’t want to be his partner, not today, and not ever. Not after what had happened between the two of you over Spring break. 

But you also didn’t want to fail this class, and you didn’t want to disobey your dance instructor, because heaven knows, dance was the only good thing you had left in your life at this point. 

Coming to a stop in front of him, you kept your head down, eyes on the floor, barely listening as your teacher began walking the rest of the class through what you were about to showcase, her voice dim above the sound of rushing, panicked blood pouring through your ears. 

It was bad enough that you had ended up in the same advanced dance class with none other than your ex-boyfriend. But to have to partner with him for the day? That was going to be beyond unbearable. 

“Now, you two.” Your instructor floated over to the pair of you, her eyes flashing behind her glasses as she waved her hands between you. “Take up position.” 

You still didn’t meet his gaze, although you could feel it burning into you, as he took your left hand in his, palms together, your right hand going on the muscle just behind his shoulder blade, trying to stop yourself from noticing how firm he felt beneath your fingertips, how warm his skin was through the thin material of his shirt. 

Damn it, (Y/N). Focus. 

His hand cupped your waist, his long fingers digging slightly into your skin through the tank top, and briefly, just briefly, before you managed to shut the dangerous train of thought down, you remembered how those same fingers had felt tracing patterns across the bare skin of your thighs. 

FOCUS. 

“You know.” You shivered slightly, hoping he hadn’t noticed your reaction, as his timbre voice sounded, low, soft, in one of your ears, as your teacher started across the room to begin the music. “It’s going to be awfully hard to dance with you if you won’t even look at me, doll.” 

“Don’t call me that!” You snapped out, jerking your head up, and unwittingly meeting his eyes, those warm, caramel eyes, eyes that you could fall into, with your own, before a slight blush bloomed across your cheeks, and you stuttered out, “Besides. Dancing is all in the feet. Isn’t that what you told me once?” 

Jung Hoseok chuckled, the sound sending another course of shivers down your spine, as the music began to blare over the speakers, his hand tightening slightly on your waist as he pulled you closer against him, bodies almost flush. 

At this distance, you could practically feel the heat rolling off of him, smell his familiar musk overwhelming you with pleasant memories, memories of late nights and tangled sheets and his hands on every part of your body. 

Shaking your head to rid yourselves of those thoughts, you huffed out, shooting him a glare, “Let’s just get this over with.” 

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged, and as your instructor called out the count, he led you into the first steps of the dance. 

You had to admit, it felt nice to dance with Hoseok again. It had been awhile, and as he moved you around the room, effortlessly avoiding the other students, never missing a beat, you remembered. You remembered how much you liked to dance with him, how much you liked his body pressed against yours, how much you liked his fingers intertwined with your own. 

“(Y/N).” 

“Hmmm?” You hummed out before you could stop yourself, your gaze meeting his once again, as your feet obediently followed through their steps. 

His brow was furrowed slightly as he looked down at you. so close that your noses could have brushed if you had tiptoed only slightly, so close that you could see the warmer flecks of honey in his caramel colored eyes. “I missed this.” 

At his words, your feet stuttered to a halt, but luckily, the song had just ended and the class was applauding lightly, as your instructor approached, talking over the sound of the other students about your performance. 

But you couldn’t hear her. All you could hear was Hoseok’s voice, his old voice, telling you over and over again how he had missed this, and possible, quite possibly, missed you. 

You stood, staring at one another, and you opened your mouth, wanting to say something, needing to say something, but he beat you to it. Offering you a gentle smile, he bowed to you, and then said softly, so only you could hear, “Thank you for dancing with me, doll. Maybe, if you want, we could...” He hesitated, pushing dark hair back off his forehead, nerves suddenly visible in his eyes as he regarded you. “I mean, that is, would you like to dance with me again sometime? Not here of course.”  He stuttered over his words, and you could see in his eyes, that he knew he was acting like a fool. “At a club or something. Outside of, you know... school.” He trailed off, avoiding your gaze, his own cheeks reddening this time. 

You grinned, butterflies swarming in your stomach in response to his adorable anxiety, and then you nodded, all thoughts of panic from earlier completely gone, completely washed away by the feel of his hand in yours once again, his feet leading you through the familiar dance the two of you had always shared. 

“I’d love to.” 

KIM NAMJOON

Groaning, you shoved the last of the books into your bag and reached for your apartment key, slipping into your worn sneakers as your roommate glanced up from her phone where she was laying on the couch, offering you a sympathetic look as she asked, “You going to tutoring tonight, then?” 

“Yes.” You dragged the word out, feeling your stomach sink with the syllables. “I’m going to fail this class if I don’t.” 

“Good luck.” She clicked her tongue at you, blowing you a kiss as she turned back to your phone. “I hope for your sake that this ‘knj1994″ or whatever is good looking. I’ll pray for you.” 

“Thanks.” You muttered under your breath, shooting once last longing glance back at the comfort of the couch as you left the apartment, slamming the door behind you and starting the long, dark, cold walk to the university library. 

As you walked, your mind drifted back to how you had come to be here, walking quickly through the evening air, head ducked, hands tucked into the pockets of your jacket, headed to the library on a Friday night rather than going to a party with your friends. 

Damn statistics and its infuriatingly hard and frustrating problems. 

Pushing through the doors into the library, you let out a sigh of relief as the warmth of the interior washed over you, shaking your numb hands at your sides to try and get feeling back into them as you entered the study area, set in a back, secluded corner of the first floor. 

Ducking past the last aisle of books, you headed toward the table where you and the tutor had decided to meet earlier in the day, but stopped in your tracks when you saw that it was already occupied, the tall frame of a man crammed into one of the chairs, and the sight of a very familiar head of purple hair bent over some homework. 

“Namjoon?” You stuttered out before you could stop yourself, fingers clenching tightly to your backpack straps, as the man looked up from his reading at the sound of his name, glasses perched precariously on the edge of his nose, glinting in the dim overhead lighting. 

“(Y/N)?” He asked in response, eyes going wide with disbelief, as he scrambled to his feet, knocking his chair over in the process. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m meeting my statistics tutor.” You replied, watching him carefully, as he leaned down to right his chair once more. 

“Weird coincidence. I’m supposed to meet someone here to tutor them in statistics.” Namjoon cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, slight red beginning to appear at the end of his ears. 

And then, you both realized, in one electrifying moment, what the other had said. 

“It’s YOU?!” You both blurted out, mouths falling open, as you realized the extent of your current predicament. 

“How did you not know it was me?” Namjoon stuttered out, hands going palm down on the table in front of him, eyes wide with sudden panic. 

“How was I supposed to know? You sign up online!” I snapped back, hands suddenly clammy against the straps of my bag. 

“And you couldn’t figure it out from my username?” Namjoon exclaimed loudly, before lowering his voice, realizing you were still in the library. “Knj1994? Wasn’t that obvious enough?” He hissed out between his teeth. 

“I don’t know!” You hissed back, slamming your bag down on the table and standing across from him, mirroring his stance as you leaned toward him. “What do we do?” You asked, after a brief moment, sudden annoyance gone from your voice, a whine taking its place. 

“I guess we just study anyway?” He said, his own voice deflated, as he sat slowly back down in his chair, picking up a pencil and beginning to whirl it between his fingers, a nervous habit he had had ever since you had known him. 

“I guess we have no choice.” You said in defeat, taking the seat across from him, and reaching into your bag to get out your books. “I really am sorry. I didn’t know it was you or I never would have...” 

“I know.” He waved a hand at you tiredly, offering you a grim smile as he reached for his own notebook. “Don’t apologize.” 

You nodded, suddenly very interested in the math problems laid out on the table before you. 

About an hour managed to drift by, as you asked Namjoon questions about different aspects of your homework, and he worked you through each problem individually, and the more time that passed, the more comfortable you grew in each other’s company again, just like old times, before you know, the break up. 

Glancing up from one of your problems, you caught Namjoon watching you from behind his spectacles, and you raised a brow at him, as you asked, “What?” 

Ears reddening again, he quickly dropped his gaze from yours, tapping his pencil on the table, as he said quietly, “Nothing. You just look really pretty tonight, that’s all.” 

You blushed this time, at his words, and clearing your throat, you tried to make light of the situation as you teased, “I’m glad you noticed, because I put on my best sweats for this occasion.” 

He chuckled, the sound slightly humorless, and you noticed he was twirling his pencil again, as he looked up at you once more, and blurted out, seemingly before he could stop himself, “Look. I’m really sorry for how things went down with...you know...” He hesitated, briefly, and when you didn’t stop him, he continued, the pencil growing frantic in his fingers. “But if you want, if you’re okay with it, I’d really like for us to keep studying together.” 

“Okay.” You said, surprising him, and even yourself with the casually uttered phrase. 

“Okay?” He repeated, disbelief lacing his tone. 

“Yeah, I mean.” You shrugged slightly, your heart beating just a bit faster in your chest, as you nonchalantly smiled at him, before turning back to your work. “I don’t want to fail statistics, so you’re my only hope.” 

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, and saw him hide a slight smile on his lips, ducking his head back to his own work, the pencil no longer gyrating in his hands. 

Little did he know, at that same moment, you were hiding the exact same thing. 

PARK JIMIN

“Holy shit, my head.” Was the first statement that left your lips that morning, as you peeked through barely cracked eyelids at the offending sun coming in through the half open blinds. 

You groaned, moving to reach up to cover your eyes with your hand, but there was some unknown heavy weight restricting your arms to your sides, and you groaned again, screwing your eyes shut as you struggled to free yourself from whatever had you trapped. 

You didn’t exactly remember what had happened last night at the party, but with the way you were feeling in this moment, it was probably safe to say that you had gone a little heavy with the alcohol. 

“Could you please stop moving so much? I swear to God, my head feels like it’s going to fall off, and you’re not helping.” 

You froze, eyes flickering wide at the masculine voice coming from beside you, and suddenly, your aching head wasn’t at the forefront of your problems anymore, as you realized, with a sudden sinking of your stomach, who the voice belonged to. 

“Oh shit, please no.” You breathed out, the second statement to leave your lips that morning. 

Turning your head, careful not to jostle the angry hangover any more than was necessary, hoping against all hope that maybe you were wrong, that maybe the voice belonged to some random guy you had picked up at the party, someone you would never see again, you allowed your gaze to fall on the person beside you in the bed, face buried deep in their pillow, one arm flung over your abdomen, bare skin of their back glowing caramel in the morning light. 

And you knew, instantly, that this was no random party goer, this man stirring beside you, naked body lying in your bed, wrapped in your sheets, arm sitting comfortably over your waist. 

“Park Jimin.” You let the name fall from your lips, suddenly feeling nauseous as you realized what you had done, and although the details were fuzzy in your head, you remembered. 

You remembered the night before. 

His hands on your waist, your judgement clouded with alcohol and the warm feeling that his touch always brought to your chest, his plush lips moving against your own, stumbled steps up the stairs, tangled, flushed bodies, bare skin sweaty, entwined with one another, as your name, your damn name, fell from his lips in a way that made everything in side of you want to never let him go again. 

And here you were, in your bed, with the hangover from hell, lying next to your ex boyfriend, wondering over and over, what shit you had done in your past life to curse you so thoroughly in this one. 

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been run over by a truck.” Jimin groaned, bringing you abruptly out of your harried thoughts, as he shifted beside you, face coming out from the confines of his pillow, his eyes puffy and squinted against the light, silver hair falling in tangles over his forehead. His tongue darted out to lick dry, swollen lips, and you stopped yourself from remembering how that same tongue traced over your skin the night before, as he blinked owlishly at you and then said hoarsely, “What did they put in those drinks last night?” 

Clutching the sheets to your chest, panic rising into your throat, only egged on by how nonchalant he’s being in this compromising situation, you sat up, moaning and placing a palm on your head for a moment as it jostled with the sudden movement, and then whispered to him, “JImin. You can’t be here. Whatever happened last night...” 

“You don’t remember?” He pushed himself up on one elbow, still squinting slightly, but eyes open enough now to give you a suggestive wink, as he said, his voice dropping lower, “I can remind you, if you want, baby.” 

“Shut up, just shut up!” You exclaimed, louder than intended, and both of you wince at the sudden noise. Dropping your voice, you shot him a glare through your fingers, still cradling your head, before saying, “I remember THAT, okay? But I shouldn’t have to, because none of this should have even happened in the first place! Holy shit.” You flopped back down onto the bed, ignoring the pounding in your head, as you covered your face with your hands, feeling regret course through you. “I’ve become one of those girls who sleeps with her ex boyfriend when she’s drunk. I am officially a whore.” 

“Hey.” You heard Jimin say, amusement clear in his lilting tone, before you felt his hands push yours away from your face, your eyes still shut, as he pulled you from your wallowing. “You’re not a whore. And besides....” He flicked your cheek with one of his fingers, earning an angry hiss from between your teeth, as he insisted, “Baby, will you look at me?” 

“I’m not your baby anymore, Park Jimin.” You retorted, but do as he said, as you met his gaze, suddenly serious as he watched you, sending nervous butterflies drumming in your stomach. 

“Look, (Y/N).” Jimin sighed, flopping back down onto the bed beside you. “I don’t know about you, but last night was awesome, and not just because it was drunk, party sex.” He glanced over at you, you eyes meeting his own, another wave of pleasant butterflies swarming in your stomach at his serious expression. “It was awesome because I missed this, doing this, with you.” He motioned in between the space between your naked bodies, hidden by sheets. “Last night was not a drunken slip up for me. I fully knew what I was doing. And I would do it again in a heartbeat.” 

“Shit.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut once again, rubbing your knuckles against your face, as the warmth continued to fill your belly at his honest words. 

“Shit like, you don’t agree with me? Or shit like...” Jimin loomed over you, his face blocking the sun, as you squinted up at him through your lashes. A slight smirk wavered at the corners of his full lips. “You didn’t slip up either?” 

You groaned. “I didn’t slip up either. I wanted to blame it on the drinks, but...” You met his gaze, suddenly dark as it scanned your face intently. “I can’t stay away from you, Park Jimin.” 

A grin crossed his face at your words, and he looked slightly smug, as he said, one brow raised, “Now can I remind you of what happened last night, baby? In FULL detail this time?” His hand came up to skim suggestively across the bare skin of your waist beneath the sheets. 

“Shit.” You said, once again, before your hands went around his neck, fingers tangling into the strands of his hair, and you were pulling him down to fit his lips with your own. 

KIM TAEHYUNG

Sipping at your drink, you sighed and rolled your neck on your shoulders, your feet aching in your heels beneath the counter of the bar. 

It had been a long day at work, and after the large presentation you had had to present to the investors, you needed to relieve some stress. 

You ended up here, at your favorite bar, sitting alone, nursing a martini, and damn, did it feel good. 

“Hey gorgeous, what you drinking tonight?” A rough voice interrupted your solitude, just barely heard over the beat of the loud dance music that was flooding over from the dance floor. 

You rolled your eyes, before glancing over to see a man sliding onto the stool beside you, tie loosened, eyes alight with interest, as he waved down the bartender, barely looking at the man, who handed him a glass of whiskey, as you held up your own glass to him, and said flatly, “Martini. Extra dry.” 

“Get her another one, on me.” the man waved again at the bartender, before turning his attention back to you. He leaned in, and you could smell his cheap cologne, as he rested a hand beside your arm, as he said, “Name’s Theo.” 

“Hmmm.” You hummed in response, tipping your glass to him before taking another swig of the bitter liquid. 

“You got a name, beautiful?” The man asked, taking a drink of his whiskey, eyes never leaving you, as he tipped the amber liquid down his throat. 

“I do indeed.” You took the new martini from the bar tender and took another gulp, the alcohol burning your throat as he you regarded him with slight annoyance. “Although I usually don’t give it out to men I’ve just met.” 

The man laughed, a loud, obnoxious sound, and signaled for more whiskey, angling his body toward you as he said smoothly, “Come on, honey, don’t be like that. Pretty little thing like you should have some company.” 

You scoffed, taking another sip of your drink to cover up the derisive sound at his words. He was not taking the hint, and you were tired. You just wanted to drink in peace, was that too much to ask?

“I could give you some company.” The man winked at you, his hand heavily landing on your knee, fingers tracing your skin suggestively through the thin material of your nylons beneath your skirt. 

“Please take your hand off of me.” You said through gritted teeth, your drink forgotten in the face of his brazen move. 

“Oh, come on now....” He began to protest, his fingers still on your exposed knee, inching upward beneath the fabric of your skirt. 

“I believe she asked you remove your hand.” 

You startled slightly, as the deep, commanding voice sounded beside you over the music, and glancing up, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his face in the swirling lights, stern and hard as he regarded the man across from you, eyes cold. 

“And just who the hell are you?” The man asked angrily, although he removed his hand, finally, from your skin. 

“I’m her boyfriend.” Taehyung stated simply, his hand coming down to rest on your shoulder. “So it’s be best for everyone if you left now.” 

Grumbling something under his breath, and shooting one more glance at the formidable man beside you, the man slunk off into the rowd, drink in hand. 

Letting out a sigh, and feeling slightly sad as Taehyung removed his hand from your shoulder for some unknown reason, you said quietly, as he took the now empty seat across from you, “Thank you for that. You’re a godsend.” 

He chuckled, motioning to the bartender for a drink, as he glanced over at you in the dim lights, his eyes dark with shadow, blonde hair slicked back from his forehead, just in the way you always remembered. “Yeah, well, some guys are assholes.” 

“you’re not.” you couldn’t help pointing out, as you blushed at your own brazen statement and took a long sip of your drink, the liquid coating your throat. 

“I can be.” Taehyung stopped lifting his cup to his mouth, regarding you with eyes filled with regret, his lips pressed into a thin line, something hidden behind his expression that you couldn’t quite place. 

You knew what he was referring to, but you didn’t touch on the break up, as you quietly sipped your drinks. 

Finishing your second martini, you dropped some cash onto the bar and stood, gathering your things as you said awkwardly, “Anyway, thanks again, Tae. I really appreciate it.” 

“Yeah, no problem.” He waved a hand at you, that same hint of something you couldn’t place darkening his eyes, before he said, “Get home safe.” 

You felt defeated. You had hoped he would say something else, although you knew it was futile. So instead of saying anything more, you murmured, “Thanks, I will, “ under your breath before pushing your way toward the exit of the club, disappointment heavy in your chest, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. 

Exiting into the cool night air, you looked for a taxi, just as you heard the door bang open behind you, and Taehyung’s voice call out, almost in a panic, “(Y/N)! Wait!” 

Spinning on your heel in surprise, you came face to face with him, as he almost plowed into you, his hands gripping your arms to steady you, as he said breathlessly, “Wait. Don’t go.” 

“Tae...” You started to say, the crushing feeling of defeat still heavy in your chest as you studied him-the same flawless face you remembered, the same curly hair falling over his brow, the same serious expression in his dark eyes. 

You didn’t want to hear what he had to say. He wasn’t going to “un” break up with you and your pining was only hurting. 

But before you could say anything else, his fingers tightened around your upper arms and his mouth was on your own, and all thoughts were gone from your head, as his lips melded with yours, and his tongue slipped between the part you had created, causing you to sigh softly against him, feeling him tense slightly beneath you in reaction, as he deepened the kiss. 

And all too soon, it was over, and he was pulling back from you, and both of your were gasping for breath, and he was offering you that same old boxy grin, as he said cheekily, his fingers stroking down your cheekbone, “I meant what I  said to that asshole in there. I’m your boyfriend. That is, if that’s what you want again.” 

You smiled and pulled his head down to yours once more, connecting your lips, and instead of answering with words, you showed him exactly how you felt about his proposition. 

JEON JUNGKOOK

You stood beside the punch bowl at the reception, pouring yourself another glass, hoping against hope that this stuff was spiked with something a little stronger than just Kool Aid, when he approached you. 

You almost spilled the glass of red liquid in your hand, as the voice, his voice, deep and smooth, like dark chocolate, washed over you. 

“Hey,(Y/N). It’s been a long time.” 

Turning around, careful not to spill on yourself, eyes wide, you made sure it was him, really him, before you placed a careful look of casual interest on your face, even though your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your throat, as you offered him a polite smile and said, “Jeon Jungkook. Imagine running into you here.” 

“Well, it is a small town.” He offered, reaching for the punch ladle, as he flashed you a grin, not helping your already stuttering heart. “Bride or groom?” 

You shake your head, physically trying to gather your thoughts, as he walks with you to a nearby table. “Groom.” You say, sitting down beside him, fingers curled nervously around your plastic cup. 

Damn it all. 

Jeon Jungkook had been good looking in high school, and you didn’t think he could do any better, but tonight, five years later, at your cousin’s wedding, dressed in a suit that fit his body perfectly, his dark hair slicked back off his forehead, he looked tasty enough to eat. 

And you couldn’t deny that the desire to taste him was creeping up in you like a wave against your previously fortified walls. 

“What?” You stuttered out suddenly, realizing he had asked you a question that you hadn’t hear, looking at you expectantly as he waited for an answer. 

“I asked how long you’ll be in town.” He offered you a smile, his bunny smile, that used to send your heart racing, just as it was doing now. 

“oh, uh.” You gulped down some of your punch, really wishing you had some vodka to add to it, as you wiped your mouth and then said, “I’m just here until Monday. I Have to get back to work.” 

“Yeah, me too.” He said, shaking his head slightly, as he sipped at his punch. 

Drumming your fingers on the table, you tried to sneak covert glances at him from the corner of your eye, watching as he drank the rest of his punch, his jawline, shit, his jawline, sharp enough to cut glass as it bunched beneath his skin. 

He glanced at you, and you looked away, as he set his now empty cup down, before you heard him clear his throat. “Hey, (Y/N). Can I ask you something?” 

You wanted to say no, to leave, before he could ask you whatever it is he wanted to. You had seen enough bad romantic comedies to know that the heroine always got herself in trouble when she agreed to answer a question. 

But you couldn’t help yourself. He was too cute, suddenly seeming nervous, as he trilled his fingers on the knees of his suit pants. 

“Yeah, go ahead.” You said, biting down the common sense that was trying to claw its way up your throat. 

“Were you.....” He hesitated, no loner meeting your gaze, before he urged himself onward. “Were you okay after i broke up with you?” 

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. “I mean...” Now it was your turn to hesitate. “It was a high school relationship, Jungkook. I knew it wouldn’t last forever.” 

“yeah.” He agreed, sitting back in his chair, eyes finally meeting yours. “But I know you had a shitty time.” 

“How do you know that?” You asked, trying to keep the bite from your tone, as you remembered all the times you had cried over the exact boy that was now sitting in front of you. 

“Because I had a shitty time.” He said simply, fingers ceasing their movements on his knees as he watched you, eyes unreadable. 

“what?” is all you managed to say, in shock at his sudden confession, as he leaned toward you, one hand going hesitantly over yours on the top of the table. 

You glanced down at your intertwined fingers, so much older now than they had been the last time you held hands, as he said carefully, “Look, I broke up with you because I was stupid, I was young, I got scared.” He shrugged slightly as you met his gaze again, eyes burning with sincerity as they regarded you. “I knew you were the real deal, but as a high school senior, I didn’t want to face that huge revelation.” 

“Jungkook...” You breathed out between parted lips, unwittingly tightening your grip on his hand. 

“Look, (Y/N).” He plowed on, letting out a heavy sigh as his free hand went up to rake through his neat hair. “I’ll understand if you can’t forgive me, but I’d really like to try this, try us,” He motioned between the two of you, “Again, if you’re willing to give me another chance. I’ve grown up a lot.” He offered you a rueful smile across the table. 

You were speechless for a moment, staring at him, at the boy you had loved in high school, the boy you had loved ever since, and then you grinned at him, the old feelings comfortably settling back to place in your chest, as if they had never left. 

“Jeon Jungkook. Let’s get out of here.” 

[50scentsofsoap]

Cinema

It’s always a treat being able to go to the movies with your pal Jungkook

word count: 1.9k genre:  fluff

author’s note: A little idea about some platonic friendship, because you can truly love your friend without feeling any romantic attachments to them.

music: Apollo - The Lost Twenties

“That’s 35,450 won please,” the cashier said in her customer voice. Funny how people's voices change so drastically depending on who they're around. I can tell her real voice is a lower pitch than the one she just used. I tap my phone on the machine reader whilst the device scans my fingerprint. God bless contactless payment.

The cashier hands me a large bucket of popcorn, a cup holder with 2 sodas and a packet of kitkats. “Enjoy the movie!” Her voice was a bit too enthusiastic, either she's new or she hates her job. “Thanks,” I reply with half as much gusto. 

I sit on the sofa that's nearest the entrance to the cinema and check my phone. My lock screen shows nothing new, so I turn my data on to check for any online updates. Again, nothing new. I turn my data off and open up my messages, when I feel a chill creep in from the entrance. From my peripheral vision, I can see that this breeze was accompanied by the person I was expecting. Even with his low beanie and black face mask, his posture immediately reveals who he was. 

“I thought you'd stand me up again,” I note, my voice an octave lower than normal. I can see he's cocked his head towards my voice, his eyebrows raised as if he's surprised. His eyes were big and brown, but I could see the faint red veins and drooping eyelids.

“You look like crap, when was the last time you slept?”

“Um… yesterday?”

“Jungkook, you didn't have to come if you were tired. We can watch the Avengers film later when you're feeling up to it.”

“No, I want to watch it today. I won't have any time other than tonight, besides I'd promised to watch a film with you.”

He was right. Jungkook was always so busy, even finding a slot in his schedule to meet up for coffee near impossible. He's here now, and if he says he wants to watch the movie, we'll watch the movie.

“Fine, but if you fall asleep, you're paying me back for your ticket!” I get up and shove the food into his arms.

“So,” Jungkook begins as he stuffs some popcorn into his mouth, “what's the plot so far with this film?”

I'm putting in my reservation code at the online booking kiosk. “Well…” I explain the storyline as I open up my Android Pay app, “so they all hate each other but not really. Why did you ask about the story, haven't you seen Civil War?”

“No.”

My thumb is hovering over my phone's home button, millimeters away from authorizing the payment of 2 adult cinema tickets. I close the app and cancel my reservation. Jungkook is about to ask what I was doing.

“Change of plans,” I say with a strong voice, cutting him off completely, “when do I have to drop you off by?”

“Um… I told Jin Hyung I'd be home for dinner”

I glance at my phone's screen, 16:56. He ate dinner quite late, around 9 o'clock. A sneaky idea started to form in my mind.

“Tell Kim Seokjin-ssi that you're having dinner with me and I'll drop you off by 10pm.” I take the sodas and kitkats from him, and motioned him to follow me. I start walking briskly to my car, in an attempt to somehow warm up in this winter weather. I can hear soft thuds behind me, obviously he's wearing Timberlands. I reach for my keys when I'm close, when another thought strikes me.

“Jungkook-ssi when was the last time you drove a car?” I get my keys out and unlock the car.

“I haven't really driven a car since I got my license,” he looked so shy and adorable. “Jin-hyung let me drive the car to the studio a couple of times but that's only a 5 minute drive.”

“Well,” I start while putting the keys back into my pocket, “then you can definitely drive for 2 minutes using navigation right?”

“Yeah, but why?”

I walk to the passenger side and open the door with my free hand. “Jungkook-ssi you'll be driving to my apartment.” I slide inside and close the door next to me. I put the sodas in the cup holders next to me and open the kitkat packet. “Aren't you going to get in?” I ask with a stern voice. While I'm focused on my kitkat piece, I hear the driver side door open. I take the popcorn from Jungkook while he slides into the seat. The seat is too forward for him, so he moves it backwards and adjusts the rear view mirror to his height. The sat nav on my dash showed the approximate time it would take to get to mine, and calculated the most appropriate route to avoid the heavy parts of traffic. An easy 10 minutes route.

“Are you going to be ok driving?” I ask him. I did pretty much thrust the task of driving onto him out of nowhere. I was never this spontaneous, I always stuck to a plan.

“I'll be just fine.” He took off his mask and beanie, Lord I'd forgotten how good he looked. He presses the engine on button and the car roars into life. He starts slowly peeling away from the parked space and onto the main road.

Looking at him now, I still can’t believe it’s been all these years since we became friends. It’s so weird how we just ended up talking about G Dragon at a random cafe, only because my crappy headphones were bleeding out Niliria. Well, also because I was killing the rap on Missy’s part. Oh, how much we’ve both grown since that fateful event. He’s successful in his idol group and I’m the head at this small, private tech firm. He grew like bamboo while I got stuck at 163cm. Life was good, and I was grateful for every minute of time on this Earth.

“Ah, Y/N-ssi? Where do I park?”

I had gotten so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t even realise when he’d driven to my apartment’s underground parking. The ride was so smooth… Jungkook-ssi can really drive well.

“Um… number 78, 3rd floor parking.” I watch him, curious. I pay attention to his hand movements as he turns the steering wheel. His hands. Damn. His fingernails were well trimmed and cuticles groomed. I’m pretty sure he’s been using Jin’s hand cream again. I see my number ahead and point it out to him. The car pulls up to the spot, and Jungkook parks it without a hitch. Hmm, he parks better than me. I take the sodas and popcorn in my hand and exit the car, the remaining pieces of the kitkat are tucked away in my pocket. I walk over to the driver side, where I see Jungkook-ssi come out. I hand him back the popcorn and lock the car.

“We have to take the elevator now to my apartment,” I explain to him. “Your beanie and mask are in my car, remember to take them with you when I drop you off!”

Jungkook just looks at the ground and smiles. “Yes, noona!”

I roll my eyes at his response and head to the elevators. Soft thuds behind me again, goddamn his Timberlands, he sounds like a puppy tapping the floor every time he follows me. “What do you want to eat?” I ask as we step inside.

“You pick.”

“Pizza?”

“I ate pizza for lunch.”

“Fried chicken?”

“I'm trying to avoid deep fried food.”

“Curry?”

“No…”

“Jesus you're so picky!” I exclaim as we exit the elevator, “Will you be ok eating roast lamb?”

“Yes that's fine.”

I walk towards my door and punch in my lock code. I let him enter first, then follow. 

“Wow, your apartment is quite big, and clean!” Jungkook said while looking towards my living room.

Damn, I should’ve cleaned up. My half eaten lunch is still on the breakfast counter, the laundry is drying on the radiator in the corner, and my laptop is still playing YouTube videos on autoplay. Shit. I was watching BTS crack videos before I left for the cinema. I put the sodas on my kitchen counter and sprint to the laptop. Fire had just started to play when I close my laptop lid.

“Wow, I thought you didn't listen to our songs!” 

“Well, I wanted to get myself up to date on your music.”

“Sure thing,” he took his shoes off and made his way to the couch. I walk over to him and airplay Civil War from my tablet.

I get my blanket from the closet and drape it over him, although he's still got his oversized coat on. I can hear him shuffling his coat open when I make my way to the fridge. I take out the marinated lamb leg and put it in the oven to roast, with a timer set for an hour later, that's when I have to put the potatoes on boil. 

As I walk back to the couch, I hear the faint crunching of popcorn. “Jungkook-ssi,” I start. Damn. Both his cheeks are stuffed with popcorn, and he's all wrapped up in my blanket, he looks like ET. Adorable child. “I'm just going to get changed into something more comfortable, if you need anything just knock.”

I swiftly make my way to my bedroom and get out of my winter wear. I slip into my soft pink oversized pyjamas and head back to the living room.

He's glaring at me as if there's a ghost behind me. Not to mention, he's red as a tomato. Jesus, what happened while I was gone for 5 minutes?

Did he break my tv? Did he spoil my lamb? Oh my god, did he open my laptop and look at my search history?

I'm worried so I just blurt out, “Jungkook-ssi did you do something?” He just shakes his head and tries to focus on the film again. I ask again, more stern this time, “Jeon Jungkook, if you have something to say… spit it out.”

“Well… uh,” his tone is shaky “you invited me to your place for dinner, and when you said you're gonna wear something more comfortable… I thought you were trying to seduce me. I know it's a crazy thought…” he rambles on further about how ridiculous he is to even think of that but I just let out a relieved sigh.

Is this boy attentive or just plain stupid? Either way, it was adorable how flustered he got. I joined him on the couch. “Jungkook-ssi you're not my type. Simple as that. Besides, it's way more fun with you being my friend, you're like a little brother to me,” with that I pat his head before snuggling up to the other side of the sofa, where there was more leg room.

“Oh yeah, by the way, are you older than me or not?” He asks.

“Hmmm... I'm not telling you that, but please keep calling me noona, it's quite cute.”

“Ok but it's awkward if you're younger than me.”

“Well then, would you rather I called you oppa?” I raise one eyebrow at him in a questioning manner. 

Silence. He focuses back on the movie again.

Truthfully, I'm younger than him but only by a few days. He hates being called oppa unnecessarily, so I just avoid it. It's quite weird actually, now that I think about it.

We're both invested in the movie right up to the heart wrenching climax. I put on ‘Saw’ straight away, because I'm in the mood for some horror, and I'm curious to see how much gore the boy can take. 

BRRRRRRR

Shit, the lamb!

[every1studio]

SERIES: “stages of love: words left unsaid” [ateez: wooyoung]

genre: a dash of angst + small fluff + some smut + kind of long 

ficstyle: bulletpoints + series  [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [END]

prompt: inspired by “1,2″ by Lee Hi [listen to Hanbin demo version for max. effects] + “We Don’t Talk Together” by Heize ft Giriboy  + “Hold Me Tight” by BTS 

note: [this fic as some smut, so if you are uncomfortable with smut; DO NOT READ //  also has mentions of alcohol and self-harm ): ]

your heart was caught in your throat when you got that text from Mingi

the one saying that he was still touring in Japan and wasn’t going to meet up with Yunho at the airport

so why did Yunho text you that

why would he lie to you?

all of your trust for him slowly started to crumble 

right then and there, you get a call from Yunho 

your shaking hands fumbled as you swiped to answer the call 

“h-hey?” you didn’t want to suspect him of anything without any evidence

“hey are you free? I... I wanna see you..” you could see his puppy-like smile through the tone of his voice

but this could all be a facade; maybe you didn’t know everything about him like you thought you did

“yeah! sure! did...” you prayed that this conversation wouldn’t be the break of your relationship 

“did you pick up Mingi from the airport?”

you hear him nervously chuckle, “his flight got cancelled so I just went to dance studio to get ready for this week’s classes..”

you wish he was telling the truth

what was so bad that he had to lie to you?

you just recently reunited with your best friend from your childhood 

not only was he your best friend.. but he was your crush 

you couldn’t talk to him in person about this

with the safety of being in your own bed, you HAD to know the truth 

you had dealt through too many problems with your love life

you had enough 

“I texted Mingi”

there was no reply on the other side of the line 

“Y/N...can I please talk to you in person..”

you felt your tightening the grip on your phone

“whatever you need to say, you can say it right now.. if you feel like there’s nothing you NEED to say... then I don’t want to talk to you.. at all”

the line was still on but the only thing you heard was his devastation 

“that’s it then...goodbye Yunho” 

you hung up the phone and blocked him right away

you didn’t want to feel so pathetic but you did

you clenched your fists so tight you could feel your fingernails digging pain into your hands 

but nothing hurt more than having the concept of love failing you 

over and over and over again 

you got a text from San

-hey! there’s a party tonight at a friend’s place, wanna come with?

that was all you needed to get all of this off of your mind

even though you were more of the reserved type and would consider yourself to be more of an introvert than an extrovert, you wanted to go to that party 

and have fun without worrying about anything or anyone 

you wanted to feel like expensive version of yourself 

you always covered your body but tonight was the night you were going to show off your curves

you wanted to stand out so you found the brightest and tightest dress you owned; which was a bright, true red bodycon dress with piped linings that extenuated your boobs and your chest 

it was shorter than what you usually wore but having it be held up by two non functional strings that were meant to be straps that constantly fell off of your shoulders

you matched this dress with some nude, red-bottom heels that your mom got you for Christmas 

you let your hair out of your usual messy ponytail and lightly curled it

watching makeup tutorials for fun made you inspired to get more into this new character of yours; your followed an easy smokey eyeshadow look that wouldn’t be overwhelming for some mascara 

paired it with a transferproof darker red lip and packed on some highlighter so you could glow to the gods

and pray that with a look like this, you can finally find a guy who appreciates you 

San sends you a text saying that he’s at the door as you were spraying on some luxurious perfume 

he could hear you trotting to the door in what sounded like high heels 

his brows were raised as his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets

you were absolutely stunning and breathtaking and all of the words in the dictionary could not describe how beautiful you looked 

San almost forgot the promise he made to himself when you loop your arm around his

“ready?”

he smiles and nods as he walks you to his car 

San was trying hard to keep his eyes on the road when you were right there next to him 

“so... is Mingi in town?”

you clenched your teeth so that you try and control your tears from welling up

“no... I.. don’t wanna talk about Mingi... or Yunho..”

it broke his heart to see you so sad but he nods and changes the subject 

you were so surprised to see that there was a parking lot for house near a college campus 

you didn’t know that it was a GRAND party

“how do you know someone like this?” you were in awe as the cool air hit you as you got out of the car

“you could say he is just a classmate who has become a pretty good friend of mine..”

you started to feel self-conscious of yourself; maybe you wouldn’t fit in

right when the door open was when you saw the closest thing you’ve seen of a Greek God 

“oh.. San.. is this your plus one?” the boy’s voice was just as charming as his face  

San put his arm around your shoulder, “this is Y/N, my friend.. Y/N, this is Wooyoung.. who’s also my friend..”

Wooyoung reached out for a hug, “a friend of San is a friend of mine”

you could get intoxicated by his scent

how could a guy be so infuriatingly handsome in every way?

a group of girls were passing by when Wooyoung politely stops them, “excuse me ladies, could you help my friend here get settled in with some drinks?” 

they giggled and nodded as they took your hand and led you into the house 

you look back at San and Wooyoung as they nodded at you indicating that is was okay 

San turns back to Wooyoung

“so what’s up?” 

Wooyoung massaged the back of his neck in a shy manner

“Y/N.. you said she was just a friend right?”

San’s stomach began to churn, “yup.. just a friend..”

San could see the glimmer of hope in Wooyoung’s eye

“it’s okay if I... get to know her?” he moves his head in the direction you walked in 

“maybe you should just... yeah... just get to know her I guess...” 

you were surrounded by the bunch of girls that escorted you to the table with the drinks 

“how do you know such a handsome guy?”

“are you close with Wooyoung?”

“what’s the other guy’s name?”

“you’re so pretty! no wonder the guys are into you! who are you interested in?”

you were so confused by the choices of questions that were asked, you had no idea how to answer them 

but before you could say anything, you felt a gentle hand on your back 

“sorry ladies, I’m gonna have to steal Y/N from you for a moment..”

they nodded as they giggled about finding San 

you looked up and saw Wooyoung

he was such a gentleman; you found yourself blushing 

he refills your drink then leads you out to the area where the music was blaring 

small talk led to a heart to heart talk 

“so... are you seeing anyone?” you were surprised that someone like Wooyoung would be interested in someone like you 

“well... it’s kind of complicating but-”

“Y/N?”

that familiar voice made chills rush down your spine 

you turned as saw Yunho

with Aurora clinging onto his arm 

as if this girl couldn’t stop ruining your life, she had to take your best friend, your childhood friend, your first love

you wanted to hide and runaway; you subconsciously gripped the shirt 

Wooyoung reading your body language, he slithered his arm around your waist and pulled you closer

“what business do you have with Y/N?”

Yunho sobered up right when he saw you 

he wanted to push Aurora off of his arm but she was clinging in a little too tightly for comfort 

“I wanted to check up on her-”

“are you her boyfriend?” Wooyoung cuts him off

but you answer instead of Yunho, “no, he isn’t.. I wouldn’t want a boyfriend who would lie to me...”

you pulled Wooyoung into the dance circle

Aurora wanted to follow suit and tried to drag Yunho

Yunho doesn’t budge, “what are you doing?”

“who does she think she is? now she’s with some rich guy? come on we have to show her that we’re better than her..”

Yunho still doesn’t budge when Aurora tries to tug a little harder

“what is it to you anyways? just leave her alone..”

“because all the guys that I want to be with always talk about her, okay? I’m sick of it!” Aurora screams only for a couple of people around her to hear her through the blasting music 

when Aurora went for Hongjoong, all he kept talking about was how amazing you were at composing and singing and playing the guitar

when she went back to Seonghwa to sabotage you, he ended up not going back with her because he was the one missing you and not her 

when she dated Jongho, he would say that he would be better being single than ever dating someone as toxic as her, then saw him smiling at your little gestures a couple days after 

she was sick of hearing about you and seeing you 

she wanted to be the one with the attention; you were in her way 

so when Yunho confronted her about ruining your love life, she blackmailed him saying that if he didn’t date her, she would continue to destroy your life in ways that couldn’t even be explained

Yunho only wanted your happiness and was scared for you, so he agreed 

he hated every moment of it; she made sure that he would lie to you via texting or calling

taking up all of his free time so that you couldn’t even meet up with him 

she even told him that if he told her, she would injure herself because of him

although he didn’t like her, he didn’t want her to inflict self-harm 

he knew she needed some sort of mental help so he decided to be her “boyfriend” to help her out 

in exchange, he didn’t have the chance of telling how he felt about you and how much he cared for you 

seeing you with another guy shattered his heart in pieces but he knew that he probably shattered yours into fine dust 

and all of this was his fault

Yunho let Aurora drag him like a ragdoll 

when you saw Yunho and Aurora in your sight, you turned yourself to them as you started to dance on Wooyoung

Wooyoung gently sweeps your hair off of your shoulders as he leans in to ask, “are you okay? is there anything I can do? do you want me to kick them out?”

you could feel the tears accumulating as you interlocked your hands around his neck

“please make me forget about him..”

without another word, Wooyoung pulls you in closer to his body and cups his other hand on your face as he leans in to kiss you 

it was a needy yet gentle kiss; you couldn’t get enough of it 

you felt a little pride swell up inside of you knowing that Yunho and Aurora were watching the two of you 

Aurora wanted to copy you and Wooyoung but Yunho just couldn’t take his eyes off of you

he was so angry at himself; he could’ve been the one kissing you and holding you tight 

“shall we take this elsewhere?” Wooyoung lets you catch your breath

when your eyes meet his, it’s like the world stopped for a minute

you could tell that he was genuinely worried about you and that you were okay with everything that he asked of 

you nodded and he led you to another part of the house where no one was allowed

how classy was it to be escorted to his room while getting frisky in the elevator 

his thick thigh kept some friction for you inbetween your legs 

your hands were tugging his hair to his shirt 

his hands were all over your body yet you were comfortable with it 

if anything you wanted more

it was like..

“it’s like my hands are made for your body”

he said exactly what you were thinking

right when you heard the ding of the elevator, Wooyoung swept you up like a princess as he was huffing through his smile 

“I’m gonna make sure that you’ll only be thinking about me tonight, princess”

maybe it was the alcohol but you felt a certain type of warm tingling sensation fill you up to the brim 

despite of the lust in his eyes, he was really gentle with you 

he placed you comfortably on the bed as he peppered you in kisses from your forehead down to your pooling heat as he hikes your dress up to get access to where you needed attention 

before he continues he looks to meet eyes with you, “I want to know that you’re okay with this..”

you nod but he wasn’t satisfied with just that; he cowers over you so that you could look at him, face to face

“I want to hear you say if you are.. I want you to be comfortable with-”

you cut him off with a passionate kiss

you had sex before but it was only a one-night stand kind of deal

but this time, you felt like it was going to be different 

“I’m okay.. I’ll let you know if it isn’t...”

you could feel him smile through the kiss

“you’re absolutely beautiful... I want you to feel like the most beautiful girl in the world because you are”

he goes back down to take off your panties with his teeth

if you didn’t feel yourself growing wet since you were dancing with him

you definitely did now

Wooyoung leaned in to take in all of your essence; you whined at the lack of pleasure 

“Wooyoung.. please..”

“so eager for me..”

with that he dove himself right into your heat; his nose continuously hitting your clit 

you didn’t know that he was going to go that hard but you loved every moment of it 

he was working you up so good that you didn’t know what to do between pushing his head away or pushing closer to you

you felt yourself quickly spiraling into an abyss of pleasure 

“Woo-Wooyoung.. I-I..”

he quickens the pace of his tongue as he adds in his finger

for every time that you clench around his tongue and finger, he adds another finger

by the time he got to three fingers, you were seeing the Milky Way 

your body convulsively shook under Wooyoung

he was just in awe watching you come down from your high

you were sprawled out for him; your straps hanging off of your shoulders, hair placed as if you were an art piece from the Renaissance and just panting as you squeezed tears of pleasure from your eyes

Wooyoung leans down to kiss them with the scent of you still covering his mouth, “how’s my baby doing?”

you didn’t know why; you just met this guy and yet you have completely fallen head over heels for him 

the way he called you baby made you feel like he was just about everything you wanted and more  

“I want more”

that was all Wooyoung needed to unravel

he unbuttoned his black satin shirt showcasing his toned-body 

although he left his shirt on, he completely took off everything from the lower part of his body

you drooled at the sight of his proudly standing member; you couldn’t keep your eyes off of it

Wooyoung chuckles as he lifts your chin up to look at him, “eyes up here, princess..”

you too wanted to take off your clothes but Wooyoung stops you

“leave them on.. you look so good I want to remember me fucking you in this dress so that every time I see this dress I can remember how we met..”

Wooyoung reaches over to grab a condom but you gently grab his wrist

“it’s okay, I’m on birth control... I want to feel all of you...”

he lines himself up to your entrance as he leans into your neck, “you really know how to drive a man crazy...”

there was a mix feeling of pain and pleasure as you could feel him stretching you out

your hands ran through his hair as he continued to work on his deep, purple love bites on your neck 

you didn’t notice how spacious his room was until you heard the echos of the lewd sounds of Wooyoung slamming himself into you 

you couldn’t stop saying his name 

it was as if it was the only word you knew 

“nngh..Y/N.. baby please... don’t clench like that or I’ll cum in seconds...” Wooyoung grunted 

surprised by how much strength he had while still being able to fuck you, he picked you up to flip you around

you were propped up on your elbow as he placed his hands on your raised hips 

he never stopped pumping his dick in and out of you

as soon as you were adjusted into your new position, you started to clench around him again; you couldn’t help it

Wooyoung exhales through his smiles as he could feel himself reaching his peak

“baby, please tell me that you’re getting close because I am-” 

but you reached it before you could even reply to him

your body shook even harder than the first time he made you orgasm; making you squeeze around him harder than you have before 

he came a couple seconds after

you could feel how his thick cum fill you up inside to the point that you could feel it overflowing out of you 

Wooyoung lightly swept the hair away from your neck to kiss it before slowly taking himself out of you

you were and looked completely spent 

he gets up to get you something to clean you up

you took this time to look around his room 

although it was a spacious room, it wasn’t heavily decorated; if anything it was kind of empty, kind of lonely 

he returns with his pants back on, holding a wet towel and some water

“you’re really something you know that?” he’s always smiling but you feel like there’s something more to his smile 

you chuckle trying to hide your blush, “are you like this with all of the girls?”

he gets up from cleaning you up and fixes your dress and hair

“I actually don’t do this as often as you think..” Wooyoung brushes his sweat-covered hair back so that it’s not sticking to his forehead

“even though you host all of these glamorous parties?” you were feeling pretty exhausted but you wanted to talk to him and get to know him

you didn’t want this to be another one-night stand for the books

Wooyoung wraps his arm around you and has your head in the crook of his neck and shoulder 

“hey now, I’m not your typical college fuckboy, you know..” 

you both laughed softly over the muffled sound of the party downstairs 

“so I’m guessing the guy with Aurora was the guy you were seeing but it was complicated?”

you nodded, “everyone knows Aurora huh...”

Wooyoung sees you sulking, so he pulls you back onto the bed so that your head falls onto his chest, “she’s just a homewrecker... she’s not worth your time, sweetie.. trust me”

“I don’t know.. he was my best friend, childhood friend and first love all in one.. and she’s ruin my life more than just one time a year...”

you wanted to change the topic, “what about you? what’s going on in your life?”

it was like you knew that Wooyoung’s smile was just a mask under his worries, “well.. my dad wants me to take over his plane company.. but I don’t want to. I want to pursue being a pilot. I can’t be a pilot and run a company at the same time. he wants me to run the company, even though my brother is the one who wants to run it...so you can say me and you have it pretty tough huh”

“are you kidding? you’re dealing with grown up stuff and I’m still caught up on the idea of love!”

you didn’t notice that Wooyoung was just looking at you the whole time as you raised your voice

“I think that love is some pretty hardcore group stuff too...” 

you nodded and you both just sat there in the dimmed room with the music still playing in the background 

“you wanna go back down to the party? to show off your battle scars?” Wooyoung broke the silence, “or do you want to runaway, to start over?”

your eyes widened as you looked up at him, “runaway?”

“we could start over? I know we just met.. but I’m willing to take that chance and give you everything to be happy”

you were feeling kind of skeptical, “you wish happiness upon a stranger at first sight?”

“I wish happiness for a girl who deserves more than what the world has to offer”

you got up from his bed to get a better look at him, “I need a couple days...”

Wooyoung follows your action and grabs your hands, “take all the time you need.. it was just an option... maybe we could just get to know each other before we take a big step..”

Wooyoung escorts you back downstairs with his black denim jacket thrown over your shoulders 

you were wobbly from how hard he went on you; he couldn’t help chuckle at his handiwork

you’d jokingly give him a side glare every time he did

you met San on the other side of the elevator 

the first thing he saw was how you clung onto Wooyoung 

how the hickies he gave you popped under Wooyoung’s denim jacket 

to be frankly speaking, San was already heartbroken when he knew he didn’t have a chance with you 

but he was even more broken to see that you would never see him the way you saw a potential lover 

but nevertheless, he smiles, “looks like the two of you were busy. ready to go home?”

you kissed Wooyoung on the cheek before looping your arm through San’s, “I’ll text you when I get home?” 

“I’d rather you call,” Wooyoung said with a seductive smile 

San gives Wooyoung a handshake before taking you back to the car

you and San walked passed all the guys that have affected your love life since you started college

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yeosang, Yunho, Jongho

every time you saw one of them, you clung closer and tighter to San

San stares at all of them; knowing who they were and how they broke your heart 

and what he could’ve done to be the one by your side making you happy 

earlier when Wooyoung took you upstairs, San pulled Yunho over to talk to him when Aurora went to the bathroom

“are you trying to break Y/N’s heart? you already broke it once and you’re gonna do it again?”

Yunho shoves San, “don’t talk about Y/N like you know her-”

“I know that she loved you.. I know that she was head over heels for you.. I know that Aurora was the bitch that made you lose hope in love.. so seeing her with you? you’re basically ripping her heart out of her chest..” 

San shoves Yunho back and walks away 

Yunho couldn’t take it anymore 

he had to find you

he had to tell you the truth 

so when he finally found you exiting the elevator, clearly having moved on with Wooyoung, he lost hope

maybe he should just keep the truth to himself

you already seem like you’re happier in the last hour with Wooyoung than you have with Yunho for all your life 

but Hongjoong had words he wanted to say to you too

so did Seonghwa

and Yeosang

and San

and Mingi 

and Jongho 

but they would’ve all kept it to themselves.. because you were glowing now

you had shelled out of your cocoon and had transformed into a beautiful, unattainable butterfly 

these were the boys that left their words unsaid; for the happiness of the girl that they love 

PLEASE LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT A SEPARATE ENDING FOR EACH MEMBER OR ONE FINAL ENDING WITH ONE SPECIAL MEMBER???

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Bonus chapter: Truth or Dare

Thanks to @minprismpowermakeup for the idea~ <3

Context: This takes place around Strangers ch. 33, after y/n and Yoongi have begun filming Moon Over the Sea. This content is not relevant to the main Strangers plot. 

WC: 1.8k love it when a bonus chapter is longer than some actual content

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A/N: Namjoon really wrecked me during the awards stages ok I’m not projecting I’m just projecting

“Okay, y/n, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you yawn, making yourself comfortable. You’re sleepy, it’s past two in the morning, and you don’t wanna get up.

“Anyone got a good one for the token ARMY?” Hoseok asks, looking around at the other members sprawled on various pieces of furniture and carpet. You stick your tongue out at Hoseok on hearing your title.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Seokjin asks from below you, tipping a mostly-empty beer bottle at you.

“I already answered that, and no.” You swat the eldest member, who’s laying on the couch with his head in your lap. “Bitch, I just ended a relationship and webcomics continue to convince me that men are trash. Besides, I barely get to sleep– when am I gonna have time to catch feelings?”

“Blehhh, boring.”

“I can drink if y’all can’t think of anything,” you say, already reaching for the bottle to refill your wine glass. Hey, you were feeling classy tonight.

“No, wait, wait, I have one!” Jungkook leans forward eagerly. “Have you ever written... fanfiction?”

Ah, shit.

You press your lips together to keep a straight face. Lately it seems you’ve been using more of your acting skills when you spend time with the boys than you do for school and work combined. “Have I ever, at any point, written fanfiction for any fandom? Yes.”

“Was it…” Jungkook leans even closer, his long hair almost hitting you in the face. “BTS fanfiction?”

You smile, choosing your words carefully. “Unfortunately, Kookie dearest, I already answered my truth.”

“She’s avoiding the question!” Jungkook hollers, far too loudly for the time of night. “You guys know what that means~”

It’s as though all signs of sleepiness have vanished– every member sits up, and with Jin’s weight off, you realize your legs have fallen asleep. 

“C’mon, guys…” you’re met with seven pairs of eager eyes, focusing on your favorite. “Et tu, Yoongs?”

A corner of Yoongi’s mouth turns upward in that oh-so-familiar smirk. “What can I say– I’ve got a cat’s curiosity.”

“Don’t let Holly hear that,” you reply, tossing a pillow at him. He snatches it out of the air without moving from his curled-up position in his favorite armchair. You’re reminded again of how he’s so adorable when he looks that small.

“So?” Jimin asks eagerly. “Have you ever written fanfiction about us?”

You could lie. God knows it would be easy. But the far more fun option wouldn’t be lying… it would simply be not telling the truth.

“I would love to answer that, but unfortunately it’s not my turn anymore,” you reply airily, delighting in the boys’ groans. “So, Joon, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Namjoon replies, his eyes confident. He really could bring anyone to their knees with just a glance. As your first bias, Namjoon has always had a special effect on you.

“I dare you to let Kookie and Tae tickle you.”

“Wait, what?”

You check your watch. “For, say, one minute.”

Namjoon backs away nervously from the predatory advance of the maknaes, all signs of bravado gone. “C’mon… ah, y/n, this is too cruel…”

“Who was it that dared me to drink a shot of soy sauce?” You ask smugly. “And who dared me to catcall Jin?” Your plan is to distract the boys, and luckily you have plenty of material to work with. Namjoon especially always seems perfectly sadistic when assigning dares.

“As if you weren’t thinking that stuff anyways,” Seokjin says dismissively.

You roll your eyes, focusing on the leader’s imminent torture. “One minute, starting… now!”

At your signal, Taehyung and Jungkook leap like feral dogs upon Namjoon, who falls to the floor with a thump, laughing uncontrollably: “Ah! Guys! S-sto-ah!”

You sit back in satisfaction as the clock winds down, figuring you’ve suitably distracted your friends from their original prey. 

Your hopes are dashed soon enough. Namjoon gets back up, fire in his eyes. “Y/n.”

Dammit. “Yes, Namjoon?”

“Truth or dare?”

Well, what does he think? “Dare.” Obviously. You’d die before letting them read the stories that you, in your lust-addled fangirl’s mind, wrote so long ago. 

“I dare you to give Yoongi hyung a hickey.”

Wait, what? “Yo, Joon, that’s not cool–” Yoongi is quick to complain, but Namjoon silences him with a raised hand. Meanwhile you’re frozen to your seat, feeling as though all your blood has simultaneously rushed into your face and fled your body entirely. Sure, you guys have toed the line of what’s proper during these late-night games, and as the only woman you’ve tended to get the brunt of it, but to give Yoongi a hickey? To press your lips, your tongue, your teeth to his smooth skin?

Now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure you’ve written that into a fanfic at some point anyways.

“Dude. No.” You say, at last finding your voice. “C’mon, that’s ridiculous.” You spare a glance at Yoongi, who you can tell is trying to keep a straight face. Still his clenched jaw and rapid blinking give away his anxiety, and– no. You couldn’t do something like that to Yoongi, who so clearly would hate it.

Namjoon raises a brow, his expression void of mercy. “You could always choose truth.”

You laugh nervously. You didn’t anticipate this, and now… “Can I take a drink instead?”

The leader shakes his head. When he speaks, it’s as though his voice is made of steel. When did he become so intense? “Nope. Truth or dare. Pick one.”

You inhale deeply. Dammit, Yoongs, you owe me one. “Truth.”

Immediately all tension melts from Namjoon’s gaze, and he breaks into the dorky grin you’re so familiar with. “Yes! Quick, guys, before she changes her mind!”

Your eyes widen. “No, wait–”

Hoseok pounces. “Have you ever written BTS fanfiction, and if so, what was it about?”

Fucking hell. You’ll get Joon back for this. 

“Uh…” Should you lie? Every instinct is telling you to steer the boys as far from the truth as possible. Still, you’re buzzed, and it’s late, and–

“Yes. I have.”

Jungkook bursts out laughing, his nose scrunched as he slaps the couch. “I knew it!” The others celebrate in similar fashions:

“Ten bucks says it’s a ship fic!”

“Reader insert, it has to be.”

“Have you guys even heard Emo Y/n? I bet it’s super sad.”

You snatch Jungkook’s drink out of his hand and take a swig. You’re starting to realize you’re gonna need something stronger than wine if you want to survive the night. “How do you guys even know those terms? Who’s been corrupting you with Tumblish?”

“Twitter,” Taehyung replies, shuffling over and draping himself over the back of the couch, his head resting on your shoulder. “ARMYs kept tagging us, they thought we never saw.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Yoongi staring at the ground, smiling softly, his fingers laced together. Huh.

In the meantime, the remaining members have continued with their buzzword arguments. You begin petting Tae’s soft hair absentmindedly while waiting for the others to calm down and hopefully forget this entire conversation by morning.

“It’s probably crack.”

“No, fluff!”

“Angst, I told you!”

Jimin suddenly pipes up, his voice sleepy and soft. “What if it’s… smut?”

A hush falls over the room, and your breath catches in your throat. You don’t remember writing anything explicit, most romance scenes were mainly innocent, full of vague implications of other goings-on…

Wait. Your eyes widen. You did write that one scene, on a dare from Lisa… fuck. You rack your brain– what was it? You wrote it almost four years ago, you can hardly remember. It was about Namjoon, right? He was your bias around that time. 

“Y/n, would you ever write smut?”

“Ha, maybe if someone paid me!”

“Ooh! Is that a promise?”

It was all a joke, but you did end up posting it on your Tumblr at some point or another, classifying it as dumb and crackheaded. Regardless, that means it’s online. And that means…

They could find it.

“Y/n-ie?” Taehyung waves a hand in front of your eyes and you jump, nearly colliding with him. “You zoned out for a bit~”

“S-Sorry.” You notice the boys are all still looking at you. “What?”

“Your truth. What was your fanfiction about?”

You sieze on the vague question. “Well, funny you should ask, I think I wrote one about Hobi here going to space, which was–”

“The hell? Did I die?” Hoseok whines. “Y/n, you traitor–”

“Wait, so you’ve written more than one?” Yoongi interrupts.

“I mean…” that’s safe to say, right? “Yes.”

Namjoon taps your shoulder. “Have you ever written smut?”

Jeez, what was with his confidence tonight? “I–”

“If you tell us the truth, we’ll make Joon hyung rap Expensive Girl,” Hoseok sings, swinging a shoe in his hand. Wait, is that your-

“Huh? Hold up, hold up, that wasn’t part of the deal!” Namjoon’s facade quickly fades in liu of genuine terror. 

Yoongi slowly rises for the first time that night, his grin nothing short of malicious. “You wanna play sadistic games? If Y/n completes her truth, you have to do that dare.”

“Y/n, I changed my mind, don’t tell us,” Namjoon begs, turning to you.

Oh. Oh, the power coursing through your veins. Either way, you win. You could keep your dark secret, or torture Namjoon just a little bit more. What a glorious choice to have.

“You know what?” You drain your wine glass, the alcohol lending you courage. Namjoon wanted to make you give Yoongi a hickey, he deserves this. And you were younger, a simple fangirl– besides, it’s not like they’re going to ask you to read it. “Yes. I did write a smut fic once. And you know what, Joon? It was about you.”

You giggle and sit back as the members do the “OHHHHH!” thing that boys never seem to grow out of. 

Instead of going red like you expected he would, a shit-eating grin spreads across Namjoon’s face. He seems more… well, pleased than anything. 

“What was it about?” he asks.

“Joon,” Yoongi warns, his voice a note deeper than usual. You shoot Yoongi a grateful smile– how does he know you so well? As for the fic, you genuinely don’t remember, but knowing it was smut, and knowing it was about Namjoon…

“I dunno, dude, probably some daddy kink shit.”

Namjoon cocks his head. “Daddy… kink?”

You jaw drops, and in your bordering-on-drunk state, you can’t help but blurt out: “You don’t know what a daddy kink is? I thought you had one!”

The leader scratches his head. “What?”

You can’t help but laugh, the drinks finally hitting you hard. “Oh my god. C’mon, gather round, my students.” You reach out, clasping Jimin’s and Jin’s shoulders. “let’s teach you guys about fanfiction.”

[straykats]

Sentimental

In which you and Chan were once highschool lovers.

✗   pairing(s): woojin x reader ; chan x reader ✗   word count: 1.8k

It’d been a year since he’d last seen you. The both of you had dated for three years, before breaking it off. Chan liked to think that it was a pretty good break-up. It was mutual, and you guys had stayed friends. You were still friends with his friends, and he with yours. You were still his biggest supporter whenever he performed at school festivals, and from the stage, he would still always try to find you.

It was a habit, he told himself, that he always tried to find you in the crowd.

Despite all this, you guys drifted apart during the last few months of highschool. You’d taken graduation photos together, but only because your parents were friends. The last time he ever saw you was at the post-graduation party a few days after.

So, it was a given that when Woojin - his classmate and best friend in University - introduced his girlfriend to Chan, his stomach flipped at the familiar face.

“Chan! It’s so good to see you again!” 

He couldn’t tell if you felt as awkward as he did, but he raised his arms all the same when you crashed into him for a hug. 

“Y/N? You’re dating- You guys-” He pushed his confusion and shock aside, letting out a laugh. “It’s great to see you too!” 

His heart felt elated and his head light. Your familiar face, your dazzling smile - you still used the same perfume. So much about you was the same. He swore you hadn’t grown any taller either. It was amazing to see you again, yet you were different. You seemed… older. Something about the air around you…

“You guys know each other? That’s great!” Woojin smiled brightly as he looped an arm around your shoulder. “That makes things easier. I invited y/n to watch our gig tonight, and I was going to introduce you guys then, but this is better, don’t you think?”

And that’s how, half an hour later, the three of you were all seated around a table at a cafe and laughing, you and Woojin leaning into each other. 

“So, how did you guys meet?”

Oh, God. Chan’s laughter turned to one of nervousness, and he made eye-contact with you across the table. You’re smile seemed to falter, and Chan felt a flash of panic. Would it be weird to tell Woojin? He didn’t want to put you in an awkward position. He gulped, looking at you. You nodded, as if a sign for him to go on.

“Y/n was my… We..”

We were what? We used to date? We thought we were once in love? She was my girlfriend?

He hadn’t thought about your shared relationship for a while. He had been convinced, afterall, that he wasn’t in love with you anymore. Until now. Until he saw your face again, and heard your laugh, and saw your smile and the sparkle in your eyes. Until his heart felt a little tight whenever Woojin would loop an arm around your waist, or kiss you on the temple, or even worse - whenever you initiated something with Woojin.

He had thought that he had fallen out of love with you.

“Channie’s my ex.”

“Oh.” Woojin’s eyes darted between the two of you. “Oh.”

Hearing you laugh, Chan laughed along. 

“It’s fine, it was mutual. Chan and I dated in highschool. We’re both fine now; over it.”

Chan nods, fiddling with the hem of his shirt under the table. Yeah, you’re both over it.

“Well, Chan, don’t try to steal y/n back, got it?” Woojin warned Chan, his voice serious and his facial expressions set like stone. “I’m warning you.”

“Woojin, I respect your relationship-”

“I”m joking, I’m joking! I know you wouldn’t- Hey, that hurts!” 

Chan smiled tensely as Woojin rubbed at where you had hit him. “Are you sure you’re not taking any acting classes?”

You and Chan both let out a laugh as Woojin winks and stands up. 

“I’ll shout. This isn’t much, so don’t worry about paying back!”

As Woojin walked away, Chan looked at you, and all the sounds around him turned into a muffled buzz. Your lips quirked up on one side.

“You’re staring.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

Chan grinned, and it was like his heart was melting when you grinned back, shared memories resurfacing.

“It’s been so long. I missed you, y/n-”

“I step away and you’re swooping in already, Chan?”

Chan made sounds of protest as Woojin’s arm was slung around his shoulders, and then all three of you were laughing.

“Anyways, Chan and I are going to go practice. I’d invite you, y/n, but that would defeat the point of you attending tonight’s performance.”

Woojin hugged you, and Chan watched with a strange ache in his chest as Woojin gave you a quick kiss before making his way out of the cafe.

“I’ll see you tonight then, right?”

“Of course you will.”

It’s a rush of hugs and farewells as Chan ran to make his way after Woojin, who was waiting outside

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It was early in the evening, the streets dark but the bar lit by hanging lights. Chan followed Woojin onto the stage, and his eyes scanned the crowd almost instantaneously for your face. He found you, situated at the far back and up on a high stool. Your smiling eyes were trained on Woojin.

Of course they were. He was your boyfriend.

“Good evening, everyone! I’m Kim Woojin, and this is my best friend Bang Chan. Like most of the other performers, we’re just some broke uni kids looking for some money.”

This earned some laughter from the crowd. Some whooped and cheered in agreement - the cafe was only a street away from the university that he and Woojin, and recognised many of the audience members to be classmates and acquaintances. 

“Woojin, don’t make us out to be that hopeless!” Chan protested. “I have a few dollars on me right now! But please don’t mug me - it’s not worth it, I promise.”

Another round of laughter was earned from the crowd.

“Tonight, we’ll be performing some covers. I’m sure you’ll all be familiar with at least half of the songs, but we’ll be sure to make the performance enjoyable either way. Thank you!”

Chan had set himself up behind a keyboard, and Woojin next to him on an acoustic guitar. For the first performance, the two of them had arranged their own acoustic version of Blackpink’s Whistle.

Chan stole a glance at you every time he had the chance. He could make out subtle changes in your expression. For Whistle, you seemed to be enjoying the performance, and you nodded along to the beat during Like We Used To by The Rose. Your eyes were wide, and you seemed somewhat absorbed in the music when they performed Exo’s Universe. The only time he couldn’t look at you was when they were performing Day6’s I Smile. It didn’t seem right to look at you as if he was singing for you.

The night seemed to pass by quickly, each song followed by applause and words of praise. After the fifth and final cover - Woojin had gotten the whole crowd singing along with them as they performed BTS’s Spring Day - they made their way to you, the performance finally over.

“You guys were amazing! It was like - It was amazing!” 

Chan’s heart expanded when he noticed you were looking at him with such adoration in your eyes - and then just as quick as it had expanded, it seemed to cave in on itself when you hugged Woojin and kissed him.

There were few occasions where Chan had looked away as quick as he did in that moment.

“Are you guys going to be performing again?”

“That’s… That’s a good idea. You know what, I should go find the bar owner and see if he’ll let us secure another gig…” Woojin trailed off, as if lost in thought. His eyes travelled around the bar, and he seemed to snap back to attention when he looked outside. “Y/n, it’s late! You should probably- Oh, I see the manager!”

“Go, ‘Jinnie, I’m catching a taxi anyways.” Chan has to look away again as you cup Woojin’s face and kiss him on the cheek. 

“Call me when you get home, okay? Chan, can you walk her out?”

Chan nods briskly, just as Woojin dashes off to talk to the manager.

“Well then, let us go, y/n…” He avoids looking at you as he gestures towards the doors. 

You guys made your way out of the cafe without exchanging another word until you broke the silence.

“You seemed to enjoy yourself up there. On stage.”

“You- You noticed?”

You noticed me?

Chan was still avoiding your eyes, thankful for the taxi nearing them to keep his attention. He raised an arm, gesturing for the taxi.

“Of course I did! I haven’t heard you sing in so long, and you had so much emotion in your voice…”

Chan let out a nervous laugh. You probably had no idea how raw some of those emotions were. The taxi stopped in front of you guys, and Chan opened the door for you.

“Would you be okay with me coming to another gig?”

The question took him off guard, and he looked at you with head cocked slightly. The bright tone was no longer in your voice, and you seemed serious… almost cautious. But why would you need to be cautious about coming to see another performance? Woojin was your boyfriend. You had every right.

Unless… Unless Chan wasn’t as good as hiding his emotions as he thought.

“I… I mean, Woojin would want you to come.” Chan gulped. “I’m sure he’ll tell you when and where our next gig is.”

“Okay… Well, I’ll see you then, right?”

“I’d hope so.”

He looked at you, trying to read your expression. It was quiet for a few long seconds, and Chan had the urge to reach out and hug you, to hold you, to kiss you.

Instead, he cleared his throat and let his lips raise at the corners.

“Well, I should probably go back to Woojin, or he’ll think I really am trying to steal you away from him,” Chan ushered you into the taxi, only so that you wouldn’t see the expression on his face.. He was smiling, sure, but it wasn’t like you wouldn’t see the contradicting feelings on your face.

“You mean you aren’t trying to steal me back?” You joked, and then you were both laughing, and it was like old times again, only you weren’t his anymore.

He knew he shouldn’t be falling back in love with you, but he was.

He had.

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

BTS

Park Jimin/Reader [F]

Genre: Literally: just fluff and Halloween

Warning(s): The use of the word fuck like one time

Words: 1.7k

a/n: I know it’s still August, stfu.  I can write about Halloween if I wanna write about Halloween.  If y’all can talk about Christmas in like April, I can talk about All Hallows Eve.  Long story short, have a drabble that takes place after Taboo Attachment.  If you haven’t read that, feel free to click on that there link and do so. (pls love it, it’s one of my bbies)

October was your favorite month- for several reasons.  For one, it was the time of year for the best type of weather.  Breezes that chill the air just enough for the best hoodie hung up in your closet.  Leaves finally falling from their tree limbs only for them to crunch so satisfyingly under your boot heels.  

Another was Jimin’s apparent birthday he neglected to tell you about until the day of.  In which you haphazardly threw together a small party for him when he was working.  Only Seokjin, his mother and a co-worker pal of Jimin’s- Taehyung- on the attendance list.  When he came home that day, the smile he wore when he was shocked to see a small group of friends of his for his birthday showed you that this was enough. 

Lastly, the night of all nights: Halloween. 

“Hey, are you going to dress up for Halloween?” You asked Jimin.  You both sat on the couch, your legs are thrown over his as he rested his hand on your thigh, the other holding a book open as he read.  He had been reading book after book recently in his free time- find the imagination of human’s endearing.  He fancied non-fiction action the most.  He still sat in his human form, knowing his demon hand would risk cutting you with his claws.  He looked at you, eyes leaving his book. 

“Why would I need to?” 

“I dunno,” you shrugged.  “It could be fun.”  You took a sip of your tea, fresh and steamy as it sat in your mug.  A mug Jimin brought home as a keepsake from his job; the words Serendipity Spa printed in script on the side.  

“I don’t think I will,” he drew out in a breathy voice, looking back to his book.  Finishing his paragraph, he spoke again.  “What about you, dearest?  Any plans to play non-human for a night?” He joked with a chuckle.  

You smiled as you leaned to set your mug on the table and you whipped out your voice.  You inched closer to him so he could clearly see your phone’s screen as he set his book away for the second time.  You began to show him picture after picture of Halloween themed props and clothes. 

From fake blood to capes, you had it all.  You showed a pair of fake curled devil horns, fake teeth for fangs, all the black-gaudy clothes you could find and even red contact lens. 

“I’m going to be a demon,” you laughed at yourself.  “You’ll never guess what my inspiration was.” 

Jimin played along with your teasing.  “Well, if it isn’t your dashing demon husband, we’ll have ourselves a problem,” he told you.  Pinching at your side as you squirmed away from his hand. 

“Oh my- we could match!” You exclaimed.  “If you walk around as yourself- like your demon self- we could totally be the best demon couple ever.” 

“Is it safe for me to push my luck like that?” 

“Sure it is.  It’s Halloween, Jimin.  Everyone will think it’s just a costume anyway. duh.”

“Don’t ‘duh’ me,” he told you with another pinch.  “You can dress up all you want, I’ll just sleep.”  You expected that from him honestly.  You weren’t upset since you suggested it half-joking.  Jimin was very homebody recently, working tiring him out because of his skyrocketing popularity with clients who have steadily started becoming regulars.  You couldn’t blame either party.  You smiled as you leaned your head on his shoulder. 

“That’s completely fine with me.  You need to rest up too, just because your a demon doesn’t mean you don’t get tired.”  Jimin began to doze off, his demon slipping out along with his growing dreariness.  “Do you want me to stay in with you or can you hold down the fort?” 

Jimin hummed.  “You have plans?” He inquired. 

“My class is putting together a little Halloween party and I signed up for the working committee.  I’ll be helping run a small little prop-photo booth.”  Jimin remained slight.  “Oh, but I don’t have to go!  My class isn’t small but any means, so I can always skip,” you added with a small laugh.  

“No,” Jimin shook his head, letting out a breath out of his nose.  “Go have fun.  Not like I need to be taken care of,” he chuckled.  

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.”

“Yes, love.  I’m sure.” 

When Halloween came, Jimin got home and was only vaguely aware you were working on a quick meal for him before you left.  By the time he fell onto the couch, he had already ditched his human skin, content on a nap right there. Next thing he knew, he was waking up and it was already past 8 PM and well dark out. 

“Y/n?” He called, momentarily forgetting you were gone.  Seeing a note under a glass of water, he sat up to read it. 

‘Please rest up! When you wake up, food is in the fridge (I know you don’t need it, but eat anyway.  Wife’s orders).  Bottom shelf! I’ll be home pretty late.  Happy Halloween!’

He scoffed playfull and moved to the balcony glass door.  Even on the third floor and the door closed, he could see and hear all the overseen children dressed up as they stay up well past bedtime to go door-to-door for a sweet treat or two to add to their stash. Jimin could see royalty to wicked dressed by toddlers with his excelled eyesight.  He let a small smile grace his lips. 

The single lamp lit room was comforting to the demon.  Cliche that the dark, shadow demon enjoyed the dark of his apartment.  The apartment he shared with you.  

From the couch, he heard his phone chime with a message.  It must’ve fallen out of his pocket while he slept.  Finding his place back on the couch he pulled the phone from it’s pinned position between the cushions.  It was a message from Seokjin.  He apparently volunteered to help your class (specifically you) with the party set up. 

He sent a photo of himself- ever the narcissist- along with a line of text. 

[Seokjin: Your wife dressed appropriately.  I’m not going to show you though.  Your loss.] 

He was obviously teasing, but Jimin did feel the smallest sliver of guilt that he didn’t actually get to see you dressed up for the night.  Glancing at the clock, he shot Seokjin a message back. 

[Jimin: So, when does this party end?]

Half an hour later, Jimin was meeting Seokjin at the front of a public gymnasium that the college party was currently held at. Showing up as a ‘dress up’ demon.  Seokjin- upon seeing him- whistled. 

Looking as his normal-self, Jimin sports his demonic traits the slightest bit of irony in his eyes.  Of course, pulling his finest pair of black slacks, white oversized button-up and freeing his forehead of his bangs.  The mocking cross earring in a dull silver, chains around his neck and plethora of rings on his fingers were a little added bonuses. 

“Wow, you sure take Halloween seriously, don’t you?” You even matched with Y/n!” 

“What can I say, Halloween is the best night to really be myself.” He shrugged as Seokjin clapped his shoulder.  Taking his sarcastic tone in stride when Jimin bit back his legitimate seriousness. 

Walking inside the party room was what he almost expected. Darkroom with, yellow, purple and green lights flicking around.  Students with a glow stick around their necks or wrists.  A long snack table with a cheap purple table cloth covered in bats and a Jack-O-Lantern at every turn.  There was a booth in the back for pictures with a selection of ‘spooky’ props. 

Jimin rolled his lips to keep from laughing at the costumes around him.  Hooker to nurse to batman to hobos and anything supernatural docked down was in the house.  At least 50 people in attendance with more still filing in. 

Seokjin pat Jimin’s back.  “Allow me to escort you to your lady,” he flaunted.  He was dressed up as a butler after all.  Weaving through the weeds of humans, Seokjin came to your booth.  You were inside, clean up from the last photo-goers.  “Y/n!  Your demon husband is here!” A slightly panicked squeal at Seokjin’s choice of words left you as Jimin slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.  You sped out of your booth, rounding the corner. 

“Shut up, Seokjin!” You gasped, seeing him with Jimin.  A dressed-up demonic Jimin with a face blessed by God.  “Jimin?!” You made your way over. “I thought you were going to stay home tonight?” 

“I persuaded him to come out,” Seokjin chimed in.  You offered him a glare, making him scurry off before he was faced to be met with your fury.  Disappearing into the crowd of costumes, tailcoat whipping behind his legs like a cape.  You crossed your arms.  

“It’s alright,” Jimin chuckled. 

“It is not! You’re tired and he made you come all the way out here.” You huffed as Jimin looked you over. 

“Seeing you like this,” he started.  You were dressed as a literal sin. The high-waisted garter shorts pressed into your skin, showing that your leg was more than bone (something he won’t admit to your face he fucking adores).  The fishnet excuse of an undershirt teased your stomach as your cropped and torn up black shirt exposed it.  The platform boots made you taller, making you eye-to-eye with him.  Pentagram earrings, chain choker around your neck and teased hair showing your fake horns and glower red covered eyes.  Jimin peeked his tongue out past his fang.  “Coming out was absolutely worth it. You look like a proper Demoness.” 

You pushed your chest out in pride.  “I take my demonic passion very seriously.”

“Of course you do.  You married me,” he teased.  One of your classmates volunteered to take photos of you and your husband in the booth.  You and Jimin quickly took the opportunity while it was presented. 

What other time are you going to get an authentic photo of your demon husband after all? 

Before leaving the venue, you both took a walk around a nearby block and more than a few children told you that your costumes were both ‘really cool’. You giggled each time a child swooned over Jimin- even a few mothers sent glances.  The night concluded as you and Jimin drove home and contemplated adding to your small family.  

By adopting a black cat.  Named appropriately: Pitch. 

-END-

a/n pt.2: pls appreciate the lack of curses here, bc it’s rly hard for me to limit myself.  I said fucking once and I’m proud of that. (hi appreciate the drabble pls thx)