#bts ambw

[breezybangtanbebe]

“Done with me, huh ?” ExBoyfriendJungkook gruffs against your lips. The flavor of mint and some berry-flavored candy mixed with the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. He rolled his hips against you, spreading your walls with inch after delicious inch that you would never admit you missed. At least not out loud. You only moaned for him as he fucked you harder, chuckling darkly before repeating the rhetorical question.

There was a sinister grin in his tone that made the brat in you want to reel back and slap the smug bastard across the face for toying with you.

For having the audacity to say such a thing considering you told him you were done more than once. That you didn't want to see his stupid face ever again and not to call you anymore.

For him showing up to your door anyway with some lame excuse involving needing to make sure he’d cleared everything that was his out of your apartment.

For you being dumb enough to let him in, falling into those dream boat doe eyes and pigmented tattoos.

You felt like you had a million reasons to palm the side of his face, but it was a shame that you couldnt. The way that he held both of your wrists above your head in his less dominant hand ensured that.

Your ex pinned you to the couch underneath his lean muscular body, your shirt carelessly pushed up, the cups of your bra haphazardly pulled down just enough for him to tease your nipples several minutes ago. It was like a dream the way one moment you were fully clothes, mouthing off to him after he’d asked you a personal question, then his tongue was suddenly in your mouth and your hands were yanking at his zipper.

Typical.

Jungkook pulled back from smothering your lips with his to watch as your tits bounced to the pace of him fucking you. He had the nerve to look this good, his abs contracting as he curved his core effortlessly. His tip kisses your cervix in a particular way that makes you shiver, and your teary eyes burned with frustration at his fucked out expression.

Why did he have to be so beautiful?

“I hate you.” you grit your teeth to say, your jaw dropping and eyes rolling back shortly after Jungkook makes it his goal to overstimulate that rigid spot deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” you cry out, attempting to yank your trapped arms from under his hold. Too bad all that muscle wasnt just for show.

The pierced corner of his lips perked up in a parted smirk at the sound of your broken moans, dropping his gaze to where his dick impaled you.

“You sure? Doesnt seem like you hate me..” he mutters breathily. Most likely referring to the creamy band gathering at the base of him with every heart-throbbing stroke. You were sure you came once or twice, the overwhelming pressure of him fucking into you raw never letting up.

All you could manage was a pathetic whimper in response, all the bitterness and resentment for your insistent ex seeming to have faded in favor of desire and pleasure.

You mind told you this meant nothing. Just as the last time didnt. But your body trumped all that didnt involve keeping Jungkook as close as humanly possible.

“Ah’shit..” you hear him hiss when your abrupt orgasm has you damn near squeezing the life from his dick. At that point, he releases your wrists and leans forward to press his forehead against yours. Both of his hands rush to the back of your thighs to push them back, holding you in a mating press that takes your breath away.

“You dont hate me. And you're not fucking done. This pussy is mine, you understand?”

Every pretty word felt like gasoline poured onto the fire in your core. Your pussy fluttered around his thick length as did your eyes. Jungkook fucked you so deep that you hiccuped against his lips, failing to hold onto your sanity.

“And this dick belongs to you baby. Nobody else has me. Nobody has my heart. We cant be done. I need you so fucking bad..God, you feel so good. So fucking beautiful..”

He upped his pace and grew less rhythmic with each passing second. His voice was hoarse and his groans staccato to an octave that told you he was about to cum.

“So perfect for me, baby. Tell me you love me..” he demands and you sob the words compliantly.

“I love you..Jungkook--fuck, I love you..”

His hips snap into you faster ans harder as he pushed himself up, using your thighs as leverage. Jungkook’s brow pinched ans his jaw dropped at the sight of your swollen folds swallowing his dick, your entrance ans his shaft glistening with your cum. Your untouches clit begged for his attention ans Jungkook thoughtlessly lets a thick drop of saliva fall from his mouth, his immpecable aim landing it right on your bud. He unhands your thigh to run his fingers over it quickly, making a high pitched whine jut from your lips.

“Cum for me then. Cum on this fucking dick. One more baby, one more more.” he begged as his fingers and strokes hastened both of you toward the edge of bliss.

Your arms remained over your head, your hands gripping the couch cushion under you for support. You blinked through the tears staining your face to take in the view of your ex destroying you. His disheveled raven hair, spiked and sticking to his forehead from sweat. His sculpted upper body, shadowed attractively by the singular lamp in the corner of your living room. His pink kiss burned lips that shined and remained parted as he panted. His eyes that begged yours for something only you could give.

The sight of him alone was enough to snap the chord in your belly. His name was called to the heavens as your back arches from the couch. Jungkook slips his free hand under you for support, his fingers steadily strumming over your clit while you gushed your nectar all over him.

“That’s it beautiful, there you go. Fuck, I love you..cum, baby. That’s it..” he urged you as your body shook and tensed under the intensity of your release. Jungkook rode your wave as best as he could before he too gave in. He stops rubbing your clit and pulls out at the last possible second to jerk his vieny shaft frantically. His swollen bulbous tip shoots hot white spurts of seed over over your quivering labia. His body caves in on its self, squeezing your waist while his other hand continues to stroke himself. He milked every drop from his weeping tip, leaving massive creamy load of cum to paint the area between your naval and pussy lips.

If you didnt know any better, you would believe that the amount of cum cooling on your skin meant that he was extremely backed up. That he truly misses you as much as he claimed he did. That he’d been with no one else in the weeks you and him had been apart.

Even as he cleaned you up and kissed your shoulders lovingly, nestling behind you on the couch you two had just ruined together, you wanted to believe that he meant what he said. That no one else had him the way you did and that he needed you.

But the stubborn part of you, the part that should have slapped him and left him blinking dazedly with his palm cupping his cheek on your door step...

The part of you that knew beyond his pretty words and mind numbing sex..

That part of you knew Jungkook was no good for you.

Even if your body hadnt accepted it yet.

[missbangtangirl]

Dayummmm 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 D-Day out now

[sweetestofchaos]

Look At You | K.SJ + M.YG

Paring: Seokjin x Plus Size!Black Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship

Rating: 18+

WC: 5.4K

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 (𝗆/𝖿/𝗆), 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖭𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗐𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖭𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝖱𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖣𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖢𝗎𝗆 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝖢𝗎𝗆 𝖤𝖺��𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖠𝗌𝗌 𝖤𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖴𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗑, 𝖥𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖬𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖮𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌, 𝖢𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌, 𝖵𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖥𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖲𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖴𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖯𝗅𝗎𝗀, 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗆/𝖿 | 𝗆/𝗆), 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖯𝖾𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖣𝗈𝗆!𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗃𝗂𝗇, 𝖲𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁!𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂

Summary: Whenever their plus sized girlfriend lets her confidence shine through, they get dumb and horny. 

OR 

You are feeling cute in your new heels and your boyfriends don’t know how to act.

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖧𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾. thank you again to @itaeewon​ for the wonderful banner. shout out to @theharrowing​ and @horanghater​ for betaing this messy little fantasy of mine. this is so self indulgent that i can't even speak upon it. i enjoyed writing this a little too much and i hope you enjoy reading it!​

𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 

Yoongi couldn’t remember how he got here. One minute he was sitting in the living room with Seokjin, playing a game while you got yourself ready to go out for the night. Seokjin had made a reservation at a fancy restaurant, so he was dressed nicely in a black silk button down with the first three buttons open that was tucked into a pair of black pressed slacks. The black suit jacket was hung by the door. His hair was neatly styled to stay out of his face and off his forehead. 

Yoongi in turn wore a white button down that was tucked into black dress pants. He thought you would enjoy the whole suit and tie, so he wore a black tie with a black waist coat. His dark hair was brushed out of his face, a small section of strands was left alone to hang in his eyes on purpose. The matching black suit jacket was also hung by the door behind Seokjin’s; they were just waiting on you.

It never took you too long to get ready. By now, you had your makeup routine down to thirty minutes and since your hair was styled in passion twists, you only had to pull them into a cute waterfall ponytail with two single twists left out by your temples. Tonight wasn’t anything special but after your trip to the mall with your best friend, Jimin, you were feeling yourself. Leave it to that man to hype you up past anything you’ve ever known. He talked you into buying a lingerie set to match the brand new heels you got. Needless to say, after the trip to the mall you were excited to show your new finds to your boyfriends. 

When Seokjin said that he and Yoongi were taking you out, you had formed a plan. You had felt a little bad about ruining your night out, but you knew it would be worth it. Now that you looked at yourself in the full length mirror, you knew it would be worth it. The heels you had on gave you a nice amount of height, the pink lacey set you wore hugged your curves, pushed up your breasts, and left very little to the imagination. You even went as far as to attach a garter belt around your waist to help keep up a pair of white and pink thigh high stockings…you looked sexy. You felt sexy.

You walked out of your shared bedroom wearing a black ruffled dress that needed to be zipped from the back. Could you reach the zipper yourself? Yes, you could have…but did you want to? You smiled to yourself and walked down the hall to the living room, your new heels clicking on the tiled floor.

“Darling? You ready to go?” Yoongi had asked without looking away from the tv screen. They were playing Mario Kart and Seokjin shouted as their friend Jungkook hit his kart with a turtle shell. “Darling?” 

Yoongi glanced over his shoulder at your lack of response and the controller clattered to the floor. Seokjin shot Yoongi with an unimpressed side eye but continued to play the game.

“Can you zip me up?” you asked with a shy smile and Yoongi swallowed thickly before he nodded his head.

“You brat!” Seokjin screamed into his mic on his headset as Jungkook passed him on the screen.

Your heels clicked on the floor again as you walked closer to the couch and this time, you came into Seokjin’s peripheral vision. He glanced at you and looked away before his head whipped around to look at you again. Your legs were out and his dick twitched in his slacks. Biting your lip to keep the smile off your face, you turned your back on your boyfriends and waited to be…zipped. You felt their eyes on you and it made goosebumps come to life on your skin.

“You win, JK!” Seokjin muttered into his mic before he turned the game off, ripped off the headset and Yoongi rose to his feet. Seokjin watched like a hawk as Yoongi stood behind you, slightly to the side so that Seokjin could see everything.

“What’s this, darling?” Yoongi whispered, his cool fingertips tracing the pink strap of your bra. “I don’t remember you having pink.”

“And we would remember!” Seokjin chimed in.

“This?” you questioned and turned around with wide innocent eyes. “I got it today while I was out with Jimin.”

Seokjin rose to his feet and walked over, his eyes dark as he drank you in. 

“Strip.”

With one word you knew that the reservations for tonight were canceled.

It was here in his lap with the way your walls welcomed his cock in a warm embrace that Yoongi found heaven. As your hips ground against his pelvis, he watched as if in a trace, the way your ass jiggled with each tiny movement. You looked so soft, your thighs plush and bouncy; he couldn’t help but to hold onto you tighter. His fingers dimpled your skin and Yoongi found himself once again transfixed. A thin layer of sweat covered your body as you rode him and he wanted a taste. Suddenly his tongue felt much too large for his mouth and he started to drool. He licked at his lips and a shadow loomed from above.

“Is Yoongi making you feel good, sweet girl?”

Seokjin’s voice was cool water, washing over Yoongi’s mind as it cleared the thick, pleased fog from his eyes. You were moaning loudly, begging Yoongi to fill your warmth with his seed. You  were babbling incoherent words that made little to no sense as you bounced on his dick. Clearing his throat, Yoongi slurped up the drool in his mouth and swallowed before he looked at Seokjin who wore that all too familiar smirk on lips.

“I think our little love can handle more.” Seokjin reached out and tangled your twists around the fingers of his left hand. He tilted your neck and smiled down at you before he flicked his gaze to Yoongi. 

“Don’t you agree, Yoongi?”

Yoongi nodded his head silently to which Seokjin tutted as he stroked your cheek with his free hand.

“Seems like the cat has indeed got your tongue,” Seokjin joked and Yoongi wanted to roll his eyes but he didn’t. He watched, unblinking, as Seokjin pulled your head downward, making you shift in Yoongi’s lap. He tightened his hold on your hips to keep you from falling into Seokjin’s thighs or worse onto the floor. “I’ve waited long enough, sweet one.” Seokjin’s words were a clear order and Yoongi watched as you balanced yourself on his thighs, tightening your walls around his dick while you struggled to undo the button and zipper of Seokjin’s jeans in your hazy headspace. Taking pity on you, Seokjin gently slapped your hands away and undid his pants with one hand while still keeping a tight grip on your twists.

He raised one perfectly waxed eyebrow and you pawed wildly at his pants, pulling the fabric halfway down his thick thighs, along with the black Balenciaga boxer briefs; Seokjin’s cock sprung free, bobbing slightly as the flushed tip oozed a small pearl of precum. You leaned forward and Seokjin tightened his grip on your hair slightly, keeping you from what you wanted at that moment. 

“Easy, sweet girl. Don’t want to hurt that lovely throat, right?” 

Seokjin gripped the base of his dick and traced the shape of your lips, smearing his precum like gloss. Your tongue flicked out to tease the tip and tasting the saltiness of him made your mouth water. Your lips parted and Seokjin huffed a deep laugh.

“Patience love,” he whispered, dragging the length of his cock along your jawline, cheeks and lips. A sticky mess, a clear homemade mask of his precum started to dry on your skin and Yoongi’s own length twitched inside of you. Readjusting his grip on his dick, Seokjin smirked as he continued to smear his precum on your face. He tapped your lips with the tip, the clear gloss thickened with each swipe. Biting his bottom lip, Seokjin slapped his cock against your cheek once and you whined, full lips pouted.

Yoongi groaned as he watched you silently beg for Seokjin’s dick. He knew how you looked, eyes wide, mouth open with your tongue poked out. Just the thought of your face made Yoongi want to come right there and then but he held off. 

Seokjin’s hand came in contact with your cheek, the light smack made you moan and clench tighter around Yoongi as your eyes fluttered closed. Seokjin smacked you once more. 

“Eyes on me!” 

Yoongi’s eyes snapped to Seokjin’s face and he felt his cheeks heat up, seeing that Seokjin wasn’t talking to him, but you.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth and come down your throat. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir!” you moaned and Seokjin glanced at Yoongi. A soft smile pulled at his lips as he pressed himself into your awaiting mouth, not once taking his eyes off Yoongi.

The warmth of your mouth, the way your lips wrapped around the base of his length and sucked…Seokjin let you bob your head as he kept watching Yoongi. The signs of need were there in his sparkling brown eyes, blown wide and skin flushed. He could see the way Yoongi’s Adam’s apple kept bobbing as he swallowed repeatedly. Seokjin nodded his head and Yoongi started to circle his hips, swirling himself against the wet walls of your pussy. You both moaned from the feeling and Yoongi jumped, feeling Seokjin’s hand on his cheek. He hadn’t even noticed that his eyes closed. Seokjin’s fingers were sticky with his precum and as they moved towards Yoongi’s mouth, his lips parted silently.

Seokjin grinned and pressed  his index and middle fingers against Yoongi’s tongue. Yoongi tried not to gag but Seokjin’s fingers were long, reaching nearly all the way into the back of his throat. There were no words spoken as Seokjin fucked his fingers in and out of Yoongi’s mouth, teasing the wet muscle between his two fingers, pinching and stroking until Yoongi was a slobbering mess.

Seokjin bit his bottom lip and grunted as he felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat. At the same time, Yoongi moaned around his fingers because you had squeezed around his dick suddenly. Seokjin slipped his fingers free from Yoongi’s mouth and gripped his chin before he directed his head down to look at the way your body reacted to their touch. 

From how you were bent over in Yoongi’s lap, speared on his cock with Seokjin’s stuffed in your throat, your asshole was on full display. It clenched and unclenched as Seokjin started to fuck your mouth, much to Yoongi’s delight. Sliding a hand from around your waist, Yoongi smacked your ass and watched it jiggle. You moaned and Seokjin held your head down against his pelvis, the dark pubic hair tickling your nose.

“I want her to come within the next ten minutes.”

Seokjin pinched Yoongi’s face in his hand, his cheeks squished together as he was forced to pout. 

“Spit on it.”

Yoongi felt the drool collect in his mouth at Seokjin’s words and he easily grabbed your ass cheeks in his large hands; spreading them more to get a better angle of your untouched hole. Yoongi let the spit in his mouth gather at the front of his tongue before he tucked his chin and spit. The glob landed on its intended mark, making all three of you moan. Seokjin slid his hand to Yoongi’s hair and watched as Yoongi smeared his spit with his thumb, the thick digit teasing your rim with a little pressure.

“Nine minutes,” Seokjin hissed as you swallowed around him.

Yoongi wasted no more time. He gathered more spit in his mouth, collected your combined arousal from where you made a mess on his lap and spit once again. He pressed two fingers covered in your essence into your tight hole and hissed as you squeezed around both his fingers and cock like a vice. Taking control, Seokjin started to fuck into your mouth, biting down harshly on his bottom lip as your ass bounced in Yoongi’s lap. From his angle he saw the way ripples moved each time your ass smacked against Yoongi’s lap. His stomach clenched at the sight and he could hear the blood rushing behind his ears.

Yoongi’s voice was low and gravely as he moaned, crooning your name as he chased his release. From the way your walls were squeezing him, he knew you were close. The need to overstimulate and fuck you dumb muddled his mind as he started to finger fuck your ass and drive his hips harder into you. Tears spilled from your eyes, clumping your lashes together as spit and precum dribbled from the corners of your mouth. Full. That was the only thought on your mind. You felt so full, yet so empty. You wanted both of your lovers to come, you wanted to be filled past capacity. 

“Five minutes.”

You whined as another slap was delivered to your ass – by who you couldn’t tell but, the sharp pleasure-pain was just what you needed to push you over the edge. Blood rushed loudly behind your ears, a high pitched tone sounded in your head and your vision turned white with spots of black as your orgasm crashed into you. 

Yoongi and Seokjin both groaned, hissing in pleasure as your body locked up, tensing in all the right places. Seokjin forced himself down your throat and listened to you gag as he came with a loud moan. Yoongi pulled his fingers from your ass and held on tightly to your hips as your pussy tried to push him out. The tightness was heaven and he came, pushing past your own release to fill you with his cum. Seokjin pulled out as the last of his orgasm trickled from him and watched with lidded eyes as you coughed and sputtered. His heart beat quickly in his chest and he knelt down before you, cupping your face in his hands. 

Wiping away your tears with his thumbs, Seokjin pressed his mouth to yours and kissed you deeply while Yoongi rubbed small, soft circles into your hips. The warmth that settled over the three of you was tiring, but you pushed through. As Seokjin pulled away, he kissed the tip of your nose and helped you sit up correctly in Yoongi’s lap. Yoongi wrapped his arms around your stomach, his fingers hot against your skin. You leaned back into his hold and turned your head, capturing Yoongi’s lips in a slobber, tears, and cum-filled kiss.

Giving your sides a light squeeze, Yoongi broke the kiss and nibbled playfully at your jaw. He glanced at Seokjin from under his lashes as he pressed his cheek against yours and smiled wickedly. Seokjin was still hard and leaking like he hadn’t just flooded your throat. Chuckling, Yoongi kissed your shoulder and squeezed your hips in his hands. He didn’t want to let you up, he wanted to keep you all to himself and bask in the warmth of your body and pussy. The afterglow of sex always looked good on you; he loved the way your skin was sweaty and shined in the light. The baby hairs at your hairline curled, and the way you let yourself melt into nothing was beautiful.

“Darling,” Yoongi whispered against your ear as he started to stroke the soft skin of your inner thigh. You hummed in acknowledgement but made no show of moving to which Yoongi chuckled and skimmed the tip of his nose along your shoulder. “I don’t think Jinnie is finished with you.”

Yoongi’s words forced you to come down from the cloud that you were resting on. Your vision slowly became clearer as you blinked, and sure enough Seokjin stood a few steps away, stripping out of his clothing. You could see that he was still hard and a shiver trembled throughout your body. Yoongi felt your walls as they tightened around him and he grunted, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Give me a moment, darling. Okay? Let Jinnie take care of you.” Yoongi patted your thighs and you nodded your head. Seokjin would take care of you and you couldn’t wait. “Where do you want her, Hyung?” Yoongi called out to Seokjin, who had started to turn around. 

Seokjin’s eyes darkened as he took in your post-orgasmic state. The way your eyes struggled to stay open was cute, but he wasn’t finished with you yet. Your breasts called to him as you sat in Yoongi’s lap with his dick plugging your pussy. Seokjin bit his bottom lip and nodded his head after he decided where he wanted you.

“On the bed, sweet girl.” 

You took a breath and Yoongi offered you support as you carefully lifted yourself from his lap. A full body shiver wracked your form as Yoongi’s length slipped from between your folds and skimmed the skin of your inner thigh. You tried to tighten your walls to hold onto Yoongi’s cum. You knew that any spillage would result in five smacks to your ass and a pouty Yoongi. Yoongi patted your backside as your feet touched the floor and he pressed a sweet kiss to the small of your back.

“Easy, darling. Don’t want to waste any.”

Seokjin watched, unblinking as you took small steps towards the bed. Your thighs rubbed together as you forced your body to keep Yoongi’s release inside and he licked his lip. 

“On your back and bend your knees.”

You crawled onto the bed, your body shaking as you situated yourself in the middle. You bit your tongue, your legs trembling as the mattress dipped from Seokjin’s weight. Fingers caressed your calves, tickled the back of your knees and left behind goosebumps in their wake as they trailed up, up, up your thighs. Seokjin stared down at you from the side, his chest was flushed, the tips of his ears red as he devoured your naked form. 

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” Seokjin’s order was soft yet firm as he tapped your left knee lightly. Inhaling, you parted your legs and heat crept up your neck and hugged your face. Your muscles were tensed and Seokjin grinned as he waved a textured purple silicone plug in the air. “We won’t waste a single drop, right?” Seokjin teased as he reached down and pressed the tip of the plug against your clenched lips. “Easy, baby.”

The pressure was slight and you moaned as the grooves of the plug slid against your walls. You felt the stretch as the plug laid inside you, the fullness from Yoongi’s cum, still warm and heavy in your womb. Seokjin leant over you and pressed a ghost of a kiss to your lips, his teeth nipped at your jaw and he traveled lower and lower until the peaks of your pebbled nipples were eye level. His hands were warm as he cupped both your breasts and he let out a hum of approval as your breast spilled out from his large hands. He pinched your nipples between his thumb and index finger, the sharp sting made your back arch as you gasped. 

Seokjin watched in awe as your face broke out in sweat from the pleasure-pain. He loved it when you lost yourself to him. Again and again he pinched and rolled your nipples, often he leant down and laved his tongue along the sensitive flesh before he wrapped his lips around the puckered skin. Your voice was breathless, airy gasps and wordless pleas for more.

“Use your words, sweet girl.” 

You whined at Seokjin’s words, you wanted him and you knew he understood that. Determined to prove your point without words, you opened your mouth wide, stuck your tongue out lewdly and grabbed Seokjin’s right wrist, pulling his hand to your throat while your other hand squeezed your breast roughly.

“Such a needy girl you are,” Seokjin cooed as he applied pressure to your throat. His thumb dug into the muscle at your throat and the air that flooded your lungs started to lessen bit by bit. “You never cease to amaze me.” Seokjin’s words were sincere and tears burned in your eyes. He laughed at your reaction and leaned in close, the warmth of his dick burned against the side of your stomach while his brown eyes pierced yours. 

“I’m gonna fuck you, deep and hard,” Seokjin tightened his hold around your throat as he spoke and you moaned, “So, close that pretty little mouth and take this dick.” He moved between your legs and slid his free hand down to your hip. He looked at the plug and his dick twitched against his stomach. Sliding his hand down lower, his fingers brushed your clit and you jumped from the sudden touch. Again, Seokjin chuckled and his hand moved lower; past the plug to your slick ass. The wetness from Yoongi’s spit and your combined arousal was sticky, making it easy for Seokjin as he pressed two fingers into your ass. You clenched around his fingers, a moan caught under the pressure of his hand around your throat. 

Seokjin kept his eyes on your face as he stretched you, the urge to just dive right in was hard to ignore but Seokjin took his time. He made sure to press against your walls, curl and spread his fingers wide to loosen you even more than Yoongi already had. The hand around your throat loosened and Seokjin spit in his palm. He grunted as he wrapped his hand around his length and stroked it a few times, shuffling upward on his knees to get closer to your ass. The blunt tip of his dick pressed against the small gaping hole and you both moaned as Seokjin bottomed out in one thrust. 

“Legs up, sweet girl.” 

Seokjin moved his arm to catch the back of your legs in the crook of his elbows, your thighs pressed against each other, and he threw his head back in ecstasy as the softness of your body rippled with each jerk of his hips. 

“Fuck!”

A breathy moan caught your attention for a moment. Your head rolled to the side and Yoongi sat on the bed stroking himself in time with Seokjin’s thrusts. His eyes were glazed over, darkened with lust as he leered at your bouncing breasts. You pouted at Yoongi and reached out for him. You wanted him. Needed him to touch you wherever Seokjin couldn’t. As your hand waved in his line of sight, Yoongi snapped out of the trance your body put him in and he licked his bitten lips. 

“You’re so beautiful, darling.” Yoongi’s praise wasn’t needed but it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine nonetheless. As he fully crawled onto the bed, Yoongi carefully reached out and placed his hand on your stomach. His rough fingers traced the uneven and discolored marks on your sides and around your navel. Again, tears fought to leak from your eyes, but you blinked them away quickly. Not quick enough because Yoongi’s lips were on your skin, kissing wet, open mouth trails along your stretch marks. 

Seokjin pinched your thigh and you yelped from the sudden pain. He watched you over Yoongi’s body and narrowed his eyes, his hips stilling before he pulled out all together. You whined and Seokjin pinched you once more. He moved from between your legs and joined Yoongi on the opposite side of your body. His hands and lips followed the same marks as Yoongi and your heart beated widely in your chest.

Lovely. Beautiful. Perfect. Ours. All. Ours.

The combined warmth from their hands, the soft tickles from their fingertips, the whispered words of praise and love. It was all too much and your body trembled as you cried silently. Yoongi’s tongue flicked at your navel as he massaged the soft skin, pressing as lightly as possible, like a cat kneading a blanket. Possessive and sweet. Seokjin kissed his way up your body, his tongue peaking out once in a while to sample the stretch marks on your breasts and shoulders. As he kissed the tender flesh of your throat, you held your breath as he skimmed his nose up the length of your jaw to your ear. 

“I’m gonna put a baby in you…if Yoongi hasn’t already.” 

You whined at the words and any retort died on Seokjin’s tongue as he crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was messy, needy, and filled with so much raw desire, you felt your heart grow twice over in size from the love. Seokjin scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed the pack of wipes that are stashed in the nightstand. Wordlessly he cleaned himself and tossed the used wipe onto the nightstand. 

He turned back to you and Yoongi shifted to give Seokjin room, but kept his hands on your body, touching every inch of you. As Seokjin settled back between your legs, Yoongi easily pulled the plug from between your legs and Seokjin pressed forward, replacing the plug. He was wider and a breathy shutter left your lips. Yoongi smirked as he held the plug up to your face. You could see the creamy white fluid and Yoongi tapped the tip to your lips.

Parting your lips, you licked at the tip, not once breaking eye contact with Yoongi as you sucked his and your cum off the plug. The smile on Yoongi’s face grew larger as your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Seokjin started to grind into you. Your body felt like it was going to explode. The attention and care was needed; acted like small invisible stitches that held your body together when the world and your mind were not kind.

“Look at you, darling,” Yoongi whispered as he nose brushed against yours. “So fucking perfect for us…gonna give Hyung a baby? Get nice and round with our babies?” Yoongi teased as he stroked the softness of your stomach. He nuzzled his nose into your jaw and kissed your ear, “Can’t wait to cook for you. Have you seated on Hyung’s cock while I feed you and our baby…never wanting for anything.” 

Yoongi groaned, his member starting to hurt from how worked up his own imagination got him. Taking pity, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his length to which Yoongi shook his head as he bit his lip.

“C-Can I…” 

Yoongi’s chest and neck flushed as he shifted on the bed. He motioned to your breasts and you smiled as his face burned. You understood the question and nodded your head, moving your braids from underneath your shoulders to be on the safe side. Yoongi started to straddle your chest and you stopped him. He raised an eyebrow and stared at you silently.

“You wanna eat his ass, sweet girl?” Seokjin’s voice was rough as he moaned through his words and Yoongi’s eyes widened. He smiled softly and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. 

“Whatever you want, darling.”

This time when Yoongi straddled your chest, you didn’t stop him as he sat with his back facing you. You had a clear view of his ass and it was cute. Always had been. Yoongi grabbed your breasts in his hands and jumped as you placed your hands on his hips. 

Looking over his shoulder, he stared down at you, “Are you-”

You squeezed his perky butt and Yoongi moaned softly. Nodding his head, Yoongi raised himself up a little on his thighs to give you better access to his ass. You cupped the globs of flesh and licked your lips. It wasn’t often that Yoongi offered himself up and you were going to make it worthwhile. Wetting your lips, you circled his rim with the tip of your tongue, lapping at sensitive muscle as it clenched around nothing. 

As Yoongi whimpered in need, you let spit collect in your mouth, rolled your tongue around and shoved two fingers into your mouth. Yoongi’s head dropped down to his chest and he spit on his dick once before he started to rock his hip back and forth. The delicate skin of your breasts, smooth and warm, made him shiver and he groaned low in his throat at the feeling of the two wet fingers that pressed against his spit slick entrance. 

“The fucking sounds you make…damn,” Seokjin panted as he snapped his hips harder against you. You choked on your spit as an orgasm rushed through you and Seokjin growled as he fucked you through it. Breathing through the pleasure as your body shook, you pressed your fingers past Yoongi’s entrance and he moaned your name loudly. His hips picked up speed as he humped against your breast and you tilted your head upward, sticking out your tongue to lick at Yoongi’s perineum. 

Crooking your finger, you felt just what you were looking and Yoongi gasped, his whole body locking up as the pleasure washed over him in waves. His hips stuttered and he whined as you continued to abuse his prostate with expert fingers. Seokjin reached out and grabbed a fist full of Yoongi’s dark hair, pulling him forward as their lips crashed together. Their moans were muffled and wet, swallowed and spit back out into each other’s mouths. Seokjin’s stomach started to clench as your walls choked his cock tighter than before. He knew another release was coming and grunted as he bit Yoongi’s lower lip.

“Shit!”

“Fuuuuuck! Ah, yeeeesss!” 

Seokjin and Yoongi moaned, coming at the same time as each other. You slowed your fingers, not waiting to hurt Yoongi as you worked him through his release while Seokjin licked his fingers and started to rub your clit while his hips worked lazily. 

“Come for me, sweet girl.” Seokjin hissed as your walls squeezed him again and again. He knew you were close and Yoongi bent down to help. He pushed Seokjin’s fingers out of the way and wrapped his lips around your puffy clit. Screaming, your body jackknifed into a hard arch as you came with a few hard sucks.

“Jesus!” Seokjin moaned as his cock was forced out of your from the power of the orgasm. Yoongi scooted down your chest, keeping his weight off you to get better access to your leaking pussy.

“No! Noooo! T-Too much!” you cried, tears streaming down your face and Yoongi giggled.

“Safeword?” Seokjin gave Yoongi a stern glare while he panted to catch his breath and you shook your head. Seokjin smirked and Yoongi giggled again as he licked at your pussy all the more. You tried to close your legs, but Seokjin held them wide open. You whined feeling yourself fall right into another orgasm without any warning. 

The pressure in your stomach was heavy, it felt like you had to pee, and before you knew it, a gush of clear liquid rushed out. Seokjin and Yoongi both shouted in surprise as Yoongi’s face got hit and Seokjin stared with wide eyes. Panting, you tried to close your trembling legs and Seokjin grinned wickedly. 

He moved from between your legs and started to massage your sore muscles. Yoongi wiped his face with the back of his hand and Seokjin laughed while you hid your face in the blankets.

“That was so fucking hot,” Seokjin kissed your hip as Yoongi got off you silently. Looking around, Yoongi grabbed a shirt from the floor and wiped his face off better.

“Fuck, I wish we recorded that,” Yoongi pouted and you tried to kick at him, but Seokjin held your ankle. Shaking his head, Yoongi used the shirt to wipe his cum from off your stomach and pressed a kiss to Seokjin’s lips before he threw the shirt onto the floor. Yoongi flopped down on the bed beside you and pulled you into his arms. “I love you, darling.” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

Seokjin shimmed his way up the bed and pressed his lips to yours, “I want the two of you in the tub while I strip the sheets… Might have to invest in a mattress cover.”

“Shut up!” you whined as you slapped Seokjin's chest which made him and Yoongi both laugh.

“I’m just saying,” Seokjin joked with a peck to your temple before he rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. 

[cocoagenie]

HOSEOK/MAD HATTER X BLACK FEM

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"24 hours." Hoseok, the mad hatter flickered his colorful eyes between yours in a race to capture your attention. You glared at him solemly and moved your gaze downward into the glistening mass of berry colored water.

He invited you over to swim in his large teacup pool. And you nearly forget why you truly excepted it in the first place.

"12 hours," He renegotiated and dipped his head down to catch your eyes and slowly leaned up with the way you raised your head.

"is all I need to prove to you that we are meant to be. What's a relationship without its ups and downs, Sweetheart." Now his strawberry colored lips turned down, icy lashes blinking at you with consideration.

"No, you don't understand. We aren't compatible." You emphasized with harsh vowels and symbols, then you turned away from him and stood up to get out of the pool.

Hoseok was frozen, flickering his eyes from left to right, trying to digest what you said but in the meanwhile he stood up quickly as well and intended to continue talking to you. He couldn't let the love of his life walk out of the door like this.

"No I.. m-maybe, I—" you snatched your towel and slipped your feet into some slippers.

"Is it me? just tell me what I did wrong and I'll-" You abruptly turned around caused him to recoil, "fix.. it."

"There's no fixing this, hoseok I'm breaking up with y-" the moment you shut your eyes in frustration warm lips crashed with yours and endlessly mended. You could feel his slim hands holding your arms and bringing you to bump into his brittle chest.

You wanted to yell at him to stop but the demand never came and he had successfully coaxed you into a stubborn silence. With a few sloppy and misplaced pecks, hoseok leaned back.

"I don't know why you chose a friday to... tear me apart but, I can't let you go y/n. You're everything I–" he inhaled partially, eyes getting glassy, "I've ever wanted. Please give me the time of day to change your- your mind." You remain silent, biting hard on your toungue.

"And if you still feel the same way after..." Hoseok cast his gaze down and let your arms go, hands awkwardly clenching by his sides.

"We won't have t-to see eachother again." His traveled to the back of his neck and pushed back his bright fairy hair to keep from dangling in his face.

"Me, give you the time of day.." you rasped and hoseok nodded timidly.

"..Fine." He bit his top lip to keep himself from smiling but it appeared anyway. You crossed your arms and sighed deeply, "make it worth my while."

"Of course.." He looked up you with a smile so contrasting to your neutral expression. He believed you were ecstatic too why else would you give hoseok the chance. Lots of people in wonderland believed witches were the worst to date but Hoseok could learn you to the best of his ability, he'd take your heart as he'd already exchanged his own.

Just give him half the day.

[Oop]

[Credits to whoever made the gif]

[hippiemisfit]

Hush (J.K.) 2

Chapter Two- Accomplice

pairing: jungkook x oc reader

Word Count: 1,280

Warnings: scary jk. intimidation, fear

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The doorbell ringing woke me up. I sat up in bed and grabbed my head, groaning in pain from the throbbing headache that was starting.

What happened?

How did I get back up here?

The doorbell rang again. Ugh.

I walked downstairs and headed to the door. I passed by a mirror on the way and was horrified by what was there. On the mirror it said,"I'm watching you," in what I hope was just red paint. I looked at my face and saw what I hoped was still that red paint. I quickly ran to the kitchen sink and scrubbed my face real fast before I opened the door.

I grabbed one of the dish towels to dry my face and headed to the door. I guess the person at the door was getting more fed up because this time the person banged on the door and tried to look through the window.

I know this mother-effer is not banging on my door like this. You do not bang on no black person door, they bout to learn.

All my angry rants went out the door when I swung the door open and came face-to-face with my cute next door neighbor. I would call him fine but right now he's angry and he looks so cute with his face all red.

He held up a chewed up sneaker in my face. Poco.

"You need to keep your dog on a leash Mahj. I had just cleaned these shoes and set them out to dry, just for your big ass dog to come and chew them all up. Blah blah blah blah..."

I just nodded my head not really listening to him. Wow his eyes look really blue right now. Like the sky.

"Mahj! Mahj!"

I shook my head,"Huh?"

"Did you hear anything that I said?" he asked me.

I nodded,"Of course I heard you Carter. Well, I heard the first part but that second part I blanked out on. Did you know that your eyes are really pretty?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed,"Of course you didn't Mahj, I didn't expect you to. And thanks for the eye compliment but seriously please watch Poco."

I nodded," Yeah sure."

"OK. So how about later on me and you go hang out or something.

I nodded my head eagerly. Chill out bro. I calmed my nod down and said," Yea I would like that."

"I'll see you later Mahj. Oh wait. Have you seen my idiot of an older brother. My mom said he didn't come back last night."

"No I haven't, maybe he just went out and got drunk and crashed at a friend's," I said shrugging.

"Well thanks anyway,"he smiled and then walked away to his car.

"Where you going?" I yelled.

"To get some more shoes," he said getting inside the car and starting it.

I laughed and went inside the house. Poco was sitting behind me with his head tilted to the side.

I lent down and hugged,"Good boy, you brought the cute next door neighbor over for me and he asked me out. You little matchmaker," I ruffled his fur and headed towards the stairs.

I caught a glimpse of the mirror again and decided to clean it before my parents eventually got back. I turned my head and looked around the room. I guess I should clean the rest of the room too.

......................

After I got done cleaning, I headed upstairs to get cleaned up. After my shower I got dressed and headed back downstairs.

I opened the door to check the mail when I saw big box sitting on the porch steps. I went to grab but it was to heavy to lift up. I gave up trying to lift it and opened it up.

I was met with a pile of tissue paper and moved them out the way. Underneath the paper was the head of Carter's older brother. His cold dead eyes were staring up at me.

I stepped back and puked all over my mom's flower garden, letting out everything I had eaten the night before. I walked back over to the box to close it.

What am I going to do? I should call the police. I went back inside the house and grabbed the home phone.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I see you saw my present I left for you," I heard a voice say from behind me.

I turned around and saw the hooded figure from last night. I backed up," What are you doing here? Why did you kill him? What do you want from me?"

He started to laugh, bending over clutching his stomach. "Oh if only you could hear yourself. 'What are you doing here? What do you want from me," he said mocking me," What do you think I want from you? Hmm?"

I shrugged.

"Ugh," he sighed, "I'm pretty sure I told you last night that you would be seeing way more of me. I keep my promises Mahj. Now what are you going to do about that body on your doorstep?"

I looked at the psycho in front of me,"What am I going to do? I am going to call the cops and tell them about it. What else would I do?" I started to dial the numbers when the phone was yanked from my hands.

"What? You don't like my present?" he sneered in my face.

I nodded my head and in response he shook his. "No I don't think you do because if you did you wouldn't try to re-gift it to someone else."

"Well, I can't see anyone really appreciating getting a dead body on their doorstep unless they're in the mob and are expecting it. So no I honestly don't appreciate it. What I would appreciate is for you to leave me the hell alone," I sneered back in his face instantly regretting it, because he grabbed me by the neck squeezing it tightly.

"See this is why I cut out my victim's tongue. All you hum- I mean people talk and talk and talk and talk. Never shutting up," he forced my mouth open and pulled out my tongue placing it between two a fingers,"see how quiet you are now? Hmm. Silence," he said pretending to cut my tongue off with his fingers.

He stepped back from me. I went and grabbed my neck rubbing it to soothe the burn. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way how about you go and take your present over to your neighbor's house and leave it on their doorstep for me. I would do it myself but it wouldn't be as entertaining as it is watching you try and lift the box. The trick is to lift with your knees," he said mimicking the action," go ahead now," he said shooing me away.

My mouth dropped open and he walked over to close it. "We don't want flies do we? Now run along." I walked towards the door and decided it would just be best to make a run for it. I mean what's the worst that could happen?

When I got outside I started to run, jumping over the box and down the street. I ran as fast as I could. I turned around to see if he was behind me and ran into a wall. I hit the ground making an "oof" noise with my mouth. I looked up and came face to face with a huffing hoodie face. I could feel his eyes penetrating through my skull.

How the hell did he get here so fast? He yanked me up and pulled my body against his.

"I see we are going to have so much fun Mahj."

I gulped. Well now this is probably going to be the worst thing that happened.

[fluffydd]

Dating Jungkook Headcanons

Pairing: Jungkook x black reader

Fandom: BTS

One thing about you two is that you both genuinely love music. You may not be in the music industry but anytime Jungkook has to record something he brings you along for your honest feedback. You even suggest and give different melody or ad libs for him to use.

You’re definitely NOT the ultimate TikTok couple, but if you have a dance challenge or any other challenge that you want to do, Jungkook will join you.

Jungkook is very respectful to your culture and is willingly to learn more about it everyday.

Which includes helping you during wash day every Sunday! If you don’t let him wash and (attempt) to style your hair, get ready to see him pout.

There are really only two types of date night you’ll have: 1) Picnic at the Han River, 2) Going to a concert. If you’re both feeling lazy, you just have a movie/tv night, catching up on some shows or movies.

He’s definitely overprotective but will turn it down if you have an issue, just talk to him! He might be stubborn at first but will reflect on your words and improve.

He would feel really bad and be moody around his group members if you guys had an argument and didn’t resolve anything. One time this happened before a concert, the members family and friends were in the VIP box along with you. You were also in a sour mood, only lightly tapping your foot or finger to the beat of the songs. During his endingment, he sang a couple lines of Euphoria and apologized in front of ARMY to you as tears filled his eyes. Let’s just say that night was trending for a couple of days on Twitter from the fans wishing they were you.

Remember when he mentioned being a great househusband in that one v-live? He wasn’t lying! He doesn’t mind doing chores in your shared apartment.

He would definitely spoil tf out of you. You want that new Telfar bag? Got it plus 5 more bags. Want some new shoes? Suddenly there’s 10 new pairs of sneakers & heels in your closet! Need money for your nails or braids? He would give his black card with no hesitation.

Your parents would love him, don’t even think about not bringing him around for the holidays or the barbecue. You’ll never hear the end of it from your mom or your boyfriend.

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

Two Days A Week - KNJ ff short ((rm x poc))

"Ah, I couldn't wait to get my hands on you." he grinned, rubbing his nose against yours.

"I know baby..." you cooed, placing a kiss on his cupid's bow, his cheeks cupped in your hands. "You're here with me. That's all I care about right now.

"Baby, baby." His big, warm hands caressed you in all the right places, from your hips to your waist, and even up around your chest.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you, Joon."

"i missed you too baby." His voiced pitched up into a little whine, your stomach churning at the thought of how pretty he'd sound if he did it more often. "It's like I only get to see you two days a week."

"If even that," you mourned, planting a kiss on his neck. "I can try to have my hours adjusted, but Luke isn't gonna budge."

"You can't go to corporate?'

"I can try... I'd have to go through him though. Or HR, and I'm never doing that again." You rambled on some more, not noticing how Kim Namjoon had completely removed your sweater and small sweatshirt and had begun unbuttoning the long, paper-polo underneath.

"Don't focus on that right now, baby girl." Dammit Namjoon, you're one of the only people that can sound so innocent one minute and terrifyingly sexy another.

"Just let me touch you some more. I've been deprived of this beautiful brown skin of yours."

"Have you now?" your eyebrow quirked up.

"I have..." he chuckled. "Plus this is the first weekend we have off, so I'm taking advantage of it."

"The weekend, or me too?"

"You have a habit of getting yourself into little predicaments you can't get out of."

"Maybe I don't want to get out of them," Your lips curled up into a slightly mischevious smile, a finger brushing against his nose. "Ever think about that?"

He hoisted you up on the counter, pulling down your leggings- your underwear with it.

"All the time baby, all the time."

y'all (SMHHH) screaming rn- wtf my goofy ahh shoulda named it 'all the time' or sum

i entitled this THIS bcz i thought it was gonna be fluffy or maybe angst/fluff, not a little bit of fluff to potential head!fem receiving T.T help me Jesus... idk what I'm doing rn... it's 11:34 and it's been a long day... bye luvs

[kpoplover21bts]

AGUST D !!!!!🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤

[kelsijax]

So since I was missing WWH also know as thee KIM SEOKJIN himself I wrote a fan fiction

After a messy breakup Seok-jin is finally reunited with his ex, but when he returns, he finds out that what was once his, is no longer there. Read to find out how they will rekindle their broken relationship

"𝘓𝘪����𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦."

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭?"

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦."

[lilacccfairyy]

I’m about to write soooo pick one of these options

[officiallyjm]

Xiley

It was sundown and the club was beginning to become packed. I threw a few shots back and closed my eyes tightly, tensing as the burning sensation ran through my body. My feet were vibrating, and I could feel the bass booming in my fingertips. The club seemed to be where I was the least free. I feel so trapped here from time to time, almost like I can't make it through the night if I don't have alcohol in my system. I need tonight to go smoothly. This week has been slow and I have to make at least $200 in spending money. I imagine tonight will be quickly paced seeing as though I just arrived, and the club is filled with more than the regulars.

Working at the club has been fun, and it's usually enjoyable. Free drinks, hot girls, and great music make for a good time, I couldn't complain. However, my life and the club have somehow intertwined. Just like the outside world, I've gotten used to the creeps who cat-call and barely give a dime to the woman who's delivering their drinks, but I assume it's because they're focused on the women shaking their asses. I can't blame them. The women who work here are breathtakingly gorgeous. It was almost as if a Greek God dropped them down from the heavens, and guided them to this club, whispering in their ears that this was their calling.

Interrupting my thoughts, I could feel my body heating up. My limbs started to loosen and I felt more wired, my mind quickly registered that my pre-game began to run its course.

I looked myself over in the mirror, assessing my body and taking myself in. My brown lip combo had smudged a bit, so I reapplied it. Just as I was finishing, my phone started to ring and I was met with a familiar face on the screen. "Hi Mingi, what cha doin'?" I sang into his ear with a grin on my face.

"Nothing pretty girl, just sitting down debating if I should come over tonight." He awaited my answer, knowing it would be the same as always. I sat down with my phone to my ear, and a tube of lipgloss in my hand, applying it as I replied to Mingi. "Is that even debatable?" Mingi let out a chuckle and I could hear him shuffling on the other end.

"I consider a lot of things debatable, I guess you just make me question things."

I smile at his corny attempt to flirt with me.

I hurriedly rushed him off the phone, "I have to go. Just be at my house when I get there. You wouldn't want me all hot and bothered waiting for you, now would you?" Mingi couldn't help himself from smiling from ear to ear, loving the bond the two of you had formed.

"See ya later, sexy." Mingi ended the call, and I couldn't help but squeal. Mingi just gave me the perfect way to end my night.

I stood from my seat in the back room and adjusted my daisy dukes, swimming a finger through the holes in my fishnet leggings. My vision seemed to disappear and all that remained was an empty cloud above my head. Thoughts began to whir into the bubble and I was left gazing at myself in the mirror. Working at the club had its perks, but I felt the pressure of the world and grind culture on my back. It seems that taking a break and enjoying the world around you is illegal nowadays. Oh, how I wish I could just take a walk in the park and paint the scenery. But alas, that just isn't possible.

I let all my worries and frustrations go, and walked into the front of the club, spotting Zaria at the bar. Seeing as though we haven't talked much today, I decided to spark up a conversation with her. "Hi, my lovely. I've missed you. How long has it been, 10 days?" I sarcastically asked, beckoning her in for a hug. "It's been like a good 10 minutes. I can't believe this." She used her hands and motioned as if she were wiping away a tear. "Joe asked me to work earlier today, and I would have, but I like this schedule I have going on right now. I'm quite literally a night light. I'm glowing." I beamed, slightly yelling due to the blaring music.

Most of the energy I had tonight was being fueled by my desires, and the few drinks I had going through my system. If I wanted these people to be more tolerable and appealing to my eyes, I had to take at least one more shot to get my blood pumping. "I do love this thing you have going on." Zaria let out a laugh as she was prepping her materials for the night. I watched intently as I noticed she seemed a bit more comfortable tonight, and I made a mental note to ask her about it later.

Time seemed to slip by me, grazing my fingertips as each minute passed by. It was 7 p.m. which meant my shift had officially begun. I rounded tables, and people, inquiring them to buy more bottles and inciting cheers. Dancing and singing along to songs that I felt nobody understood more than I could. I watched as one of my close friends, Gia, stumbled in late, but to my surprise, she was only around 20 minutes past appropriate arrival. I waved at her and I think she was too high to see what was happening in front of her.

I scanned the club, landing on a group of regulars I attended often. They assigned me the nickname, Marly. It honestly made me a little uneasy, but I allowed it because I could stretch these men out of $100 if I sweet-talked them enough. It was like taking candy from a baby. Needy men were my easiest targets, and they boosted my ego. Was there a better way to make $100 in this economy?

I walked over to the men, sending a smirk toward my favorite. He was an older man who always had on business attire, and he tipped the most. He's never given me his name. I summed this up to him not wanting anyone he may have been associated with to know where he spent most of his evenings. He'd usually be gone by 8, which meant I had to work fast if I wanted the quick money. "Hi, everyone. Today we have a special deal going on. You tip me well, and I give you the usual service of a bottle and a smile. Of course that comes with you watching me dance from across the club." I joked with them and watched as they lit up.

"You know, Marly, you're the only bottle girl who jokes with us. These other stuck-up bottle girls barely come our way." One of the men expresses. I laugh and try to defend my colleagues, explaining that not everyone possesses the same attributes as me. They were persistent and continued to drag my coworkers through the dirt.

Shifting in my stance, no name sent a glance my way, signaling me to move toward him. I walked over, becoming addicted to the attention and praise I was receiving. I looped an arm around his neck, keeping the tray with the bottles steady using only one hand. He wrapped his arm around the nape of my back sending a wave of goosebumps down my arms. He was the type of man that shouldn't be allowed to touch women he hardly knew anything about, simply because he looked as if he couldn't be trusted. He stared at what seemed to be my entire body, and I swear I could hear him taking sniffs of my perfume. "How about I take one of these bottles, and you take this." In his hand sat $200, and on his face sat an unrecognizable grimace that made my skin crawl.

I took the money out of his hand and he reached for the crisp bottle of tequila that stood on my tray. Once he grabbed it, I waved goodbye in a sensual manner and made my way over to the bar to request more bottles. There were plenty of bartenders working tonight, so I assumed it wouldn't take very long to get them. On the flip side, I saw Zaria having a conversation with the club owner, Joe. It wasn't likely that he was praising her work ethic, much more like he was increasing her workload. In this profession though, an increased workload meant increased pay. No one ever complained about more money here at House of Cards.

When I figured Joe was long gone from Zaria, I walked over to her to greet her for the third time tonight and ask her about her short interaction with Joe. "Hi, what was that all about?" I asked Zaria, curiosity drawn neatly over my face. Zaria gathered herself, pinning her gaze on me, and responded, "Joe needs a bottle girl in the Red Room, would you care to join me?" I laughed at her formality. "But of course! I'd love to accompany you in the Red Room." With a smile on her face, she nods and accepts my response.

"If the rich niggas out tonight, I gotta take a shot... so they can take a bite," I said.

Zaria laughed and we proceeded to converse about other things before we would follow through to the Red Room. It was then that Gia walked over to us, spilling information about a man she had recently interacted with. It was no surprise that Gia received attention from random men. She was stunning. A real beaut that made even the most secure doubt themselves.

After our chat, I decided it would be the perfect time to head to the back and fix myself up. I wasn't completely inebriated. I could still feel my toes, and my head wasn't spinning with useless thoughts and images of a perfect world. I looked at the bottle that I kept in the back room. It was a must for almost every shift, especially during this point in my life. I really tried to get myself out of the funk that I was in tonight, but it was following me everywhere. I throw back one last shot for the night, knowing I've reached capacity, and make my way over to the lounge.

Working in the V.I.P. lounge sometimes made me feel a bit at ease because the money was great there. It was more secluded and the men gave you money for being pretty. On big occasions, they practically spread their riches to others. I do suppose  it could be seen as charity, but I enjoy it nonetheless. Charity or not.

As I approached the lounge, I looked up at the lit sign that read Paradise in a bold purple. The employees at the club call Paradise "The Red Room," due to its signature red dim lights that give a sinister vibe to the room. The Red Room was the best part of the club. It smelled so sweet, a hearty scent that landed in your nostrils and stayed there for hours. Paradise held only the best workers. Contrary to the upper level, the Red Room wasn't as quickly paced. It made you realize how calm and collected an ablaze setting like this could be. Pandemonium was the most convincing word I can think of to describe it here.

I walked down the stairs and saw my fellow coworkers, and three men, who were sitting from tallest to shortest. There was a very subtle difference in their height, but they all looked of decent height. I began to saunter over to my friends and give a formal greeting to Gia, who I'd hardly seen tonight. There are a few regulars in the Red Room who are being tended to by other employees. The employees who get racy, and can't help but to run to those who have the most money.

In the blink of an eye, I stroll over to the three men with bottles in my hands, telling them the same line I gave to my regulars earlier in the night. They didn't find it as amusing as I would have hoped, so I hit them with something new. "Well, since y'all aren't feeling my pickup line, how about I feel on you, and you tell me what you'd like then?" The words seemed to spill out from my mouth, and I caught them once they were unbound.

The guy I pointed at had a smirk on his face and watched me intently as I got closer to him. I stood strong, letting my left arm rest on my left leg, wearing a small smile on my lips. I could feel his warm breath on my stomach, a compelling synergy forming between our breathing. He looked up at me. "Oh yeah? Try." My heart began to race. No man in this club had ever had this effect on me. He was almost perfect, and not what I was expecting to see tonight. Most good-looking men stayed on the upper level, not being able to afford the Red Room standard entrance fee. So seeing this beautiful man beneath me caught me by surprise.

His orbs were the most perfect shade of brown that glimmered under the dim lights. They held a certain magnificence that I hadn't seen often in this lifetime. His skin was pale, yet he had a soft tan that made me think he protected it even when he never stepped foot in daylight. He wore a subtle cologne that made my nose hairs raise, searching for his scent without being noticed. The tattoos that coated his arm taunted me. The ambiguity of this man drew me in. I felt that I may have to be physically held back.

Forging confidence, I lean in towards him. "Well, you see... This is a no touching zone," I point to a sign that reads NO TOUCHING, "And I don't break rules."

He let out a silent laugh, turning his head to one of the guys he was with. From what I could make out, the guy he wished to gain the attention of, had eyes that were set on Gia. He turned to me. "I wish I gave a fuck about rules." His gaze went a bit cold, and I loved every second of it. I giggled at his antics, giving him a toothy smile.

I hated that he was making me feel this way. I didn't even know this man, yet he already had such a strong grip on me. I wasted no time moving my body lower to reach his face. I whisked my face towards his neck and took a swipe of it. Slowly teasing him, waiting for him to put a hand on me, or even a finger. I was met with disappointment because he didn't even flinch when I touched him. I couldn't help but become curious about how he wasn't accepting my advances. Nevertheless, I took this as an opportunity to make him yearn for me. "$40 for the bottle, $100 for me," I whispered in his ear.

He shifted in his spot on the sofa, grabbing my waist and sitting me on his lap.

"Dance for me." He demanded.

I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my face directly to his. "I think you've got the wrong idea about me. I'm not a dancer. But, if you'd like, I can find you one..." I trailed off at the end, plastering the best puppy dogs on my face. Puppy dog eyes were my key to roping a man in, and I was guiding him through a maze. I averted my eyes to his lips. He had a lip piercing that he showed more attention to than me. He would swipe his bottom lip with his tongue, and bite it afterwards. It seemed like an invitation, but I didn't want to assume. I disregard his actions, raising my eyes and meeting his.

I start to unravel immediately. He had been watching me watch him. I scanned his entire face and noticed his smirk. He does that a lot. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "Dance for me." He repeated. My mouth fell agape. I didn't know what to do. It was at that moment I began to come down from this high he had me on. We were clearly breaking rules, and now he wanted me to dance for him. Like a dancer. Here in this club. That I work at. I didn't know what to think. I needed the money and I didn't want to cheat myself out of a couple hundred.

A thought crossed my mind, and I reacted quickly. I stood from his lap, grabbing his arm, and leading him into a different section of the Red Room. Somewhere for the two of us to mingle without having too many eyes on our backs. He didn't ask any questions, he just allowed me to drag him through this large room, listening to me throwing "excuse me"'s at every person I bumped into.

The section I found for us was brighter. The Red Room had areas where the lights weren't faint, and you could speak without squawking at someone. There were little cracks that would seep moonlight into the room, spilling a beauty that only I seemed to admire. I trusted those spaces.

I sat the man down, trailing a finger down his torso.

"Because dancing isn't part of my job description, and is out of the ordinary, could I ask of you... something out of the ordinary?" I questioned, taking the same finger and looping it around the string attached to his hoodie. His eyes followed my finger. He took his arm and wrapped it around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He inhaled the perfume I wore and fluttered his eyes closed. "Ask." I spread my legs apart, lifting each one over his, straddling him. "Wha- What's your name?" I hesitantly asked. His arm remained encompassed around my waist as he let out a sigh. "It's Jungkook, pretty sexy right?" He answered, eyes still closed. I started to grind on him, trying to find a good rhythm to the song that was playing. "Yes. Am I?" I asked in a hushed voice, delighted by the view of him below me.

"Beyond." He responded after a few seconds. I could tell he was amused by me. If he opened his eyes, he would believe the same about me.

As the song went on, he tucked bills in my shorts. Smacking my ass from time to time. I was moving in silence. Becoming so caught up in the moment, I developed the sense that we were the only two people left in Paradise. It was like we were in slow motion. I could hear his breathing so clearly and he could hear mine. I grabbed his free hand and put it over my chest, wanting him to feel my heartbeat. I wonder if he could hear it. He finally opened his eyes and looked deeply into mine. "You never gave me your name.." It almost wasn't even a question. It felt like he already knew my name and I tried to stop myself from thinking, you already know my name, stupid. But he didn't.

"Xiley. With an X, not a Z, and don't forget the E-Y." I recited the phrase my mom taught me when I was younger. It felt good hearing it roll off of my tongue after so many years. "Cute. It suits you." He chuckled, gliding his hand up and down my back.

His left arm remained on my chest, feeling the blood-pumping muscle that palpitated at the sound of his voice. We never broke eye contact, and we continued to move in sync until the song ended. It was like we were here forever. When I finally realized the song was over, I quickly jumped off of him, using a hand to cover my mouth. I wasn't ashamed. Far from it actually. I was just kind of embarrassed that I got this carried away at my job. That I was feeling things for a stranger I met in a club.

Jungkook turned his head over to me and laughed. "Oh, embarrassed now? Guess I got you a little out of character." I could feel my face burning up.

"Psh, please. I wasn't even fully in character. You just caught me at a bad time."

"Bad time... meaning your work. I get it. I usually keep business and pleasure separate." He said.

"Oh, so that was pleasurable for you?" I replied, letting out a small laugh.

"Maybe." He shrugged, "I wanna feel more of you, though."

"Really now? How much more?" I asked, not breaking eye contact.

"How much more are you willing to let me have?"

"Enough."

Just then, my phone buzzed in my back pocket. I pulled it out, seeing it was a message from Mingi.

Mingi <3

Waiting..

Attached to his message was a photo of him laying in my bed, wearing a gray shirt that was fitting, and hugging him in all the right places. Jungkook watched as I smiled at my phone. I put a hand over my face and laughed to myself. Checking the time, I was flabbergasted to find I had spent most of the night with Jungkook. It was odd for me to have fun at work with a customer, and even more odd that the customer was a good-looking guy like him. I stopped myself from thinking about the subject any longer.

Without wasting any time, I stand from my seat. "Well, I should get going. It's almost time for me to leave, and you probably wanna get back to your friends." I let out a nervous laugh. He stood as well, wiping his hands on his pants. "Yeah, you're right. You should take my number?"

His demeanor changed. I tried to comprehend the sudden alteration. He went from very demanding, and sexy, to cute, and nervous. It made my heart thump.

I looked around, trying to see if anyone had noticed my absence. "How about I give you mine?" Jungkook smiled and accepted my request. I gave him the 10 digits and pleaded with him to store my contact as Xiley with a cute smiley beside my name, but he insisted on My light because I took him to the brightest part of The Red Room. It wasn't easy agreeing to the name, but I allowed him to do as he pleased. "I'm gonna head back to the guys now. Have a good rest of your night, Xiley with a Z. And I won't forget the E-Y."  I smiled, waving him goodbye. He waved back.

I stood in place watching him walk away from me. It almost hurt a little to see him go. Even though I only met him tonight, I felt like part of me left. Could this feeling be explained? I had no intention of finding out, and I had bigger plans tonight. I prepared myself to walk past him and his friends, putting on my chummiest smile and strutting as if my life depended on it. I could feel his eyes on me. It made my stomach flutter with butterflies.

I made it to the back and gathered my things, trying not to waste too much time here in House of Cards. I headed to the exit door, hitting the button on my keys seeing my car light up inside. My car was a mess and I made a promise to clean it before I made any serious plans. My plans would serve as a reward for my clean car.

During my drives, I love the sound of the car drifting through the air. It makes me feel less on edge. Music is all I hear for hours on hours, and driving serves as my time away from the frequencies that live in my body. I ghost the thoughts as I arrive at my home. Mingi's car was parked out front. All the lights are off but one. A room lit up in blue, cool as the ocean, but once I stepped foot out of my car, all I could see was gray.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you will enjoy it, and not be too hard on me. - S

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Rain Rain Rain..You cant fake it : JJK 💋

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His sweat tasted like honey on your tongue and it mixed with the flavor of the rain that scored his skin on your mad dash across the empty parking lot.

It came out of nowhere.

Well, thats what you would say considering you rarely checked the weather app. Your skimpy outfit being a clear indicator.

Jungkook gave up on warning you ages ago because you never listened. The only times when you did were at times like now, when he demanded that you straddled him the back seat of his Benz.

Your little skirt rides up your thighs and exposed the roundness of your cheeks to everyone if they could be seen through the misty windshield. Luckily for you, no one would be stopping to check in on a parked car at the vacant rest stop off the highway. Not on a dark rainy night like this.

Jungkook groans as your lips latch just under his jaw, suckling one of his many weak spots. He squirmed beneath you, panting in need when your teeth grazed his skin. As you worked on branding him, his hands spread over the expanses of your plump ass cheeks. He squeezes them greedily and grinds you over his lap.

The friction is delicious against your paper thin panties, and you moan against his throat when your clit swelled. You pull away from Jungkook’s throat with wet lips, only from him to yank you back into him by the back of your neck.

"Take them off.." his lips command over yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth seamlessly. You sighed contently at the taste of him as you lifted your ass to peal your panties from your wet pussy.

Your skin was slick from the rain but deeper between your thighs, theres a moisture there that couldnt be blamed on the weather alone. Jungkook explored it with his fingers, his large hand curling under your ass to stroke your entrance. All the while he drowns out your breathy whines with his tongue, kissing you drunkenly as he played with your pussy.

You could feel just how ready he was beneath you, the curve of his erection bumping against your heat as you ground against him.

“Pull it out..Fuck me baby.." he says into your mouth and waste no time in reaching under his waistband.

His dick springs from his sweats and its as if he'd been allowed to breathe after holding it the way he exhales in relief. His swollen tip shined in the muted light that cut through the rain speckled glass, pre-cum leaking shamelessly from the hole.

You stared at it with lustful eyes and Jungkook smiled sexily with pride before pulling you in for another open mouth kiss.

He held you at your hips to lift you and your fingers dug into the leather upholstery for support as you lowered herself onto his length, both of you moaning in harmony as you sink onto him.

Jungkook's teeth dig into his lip as he buried himself as deep as your body would allow, spearing you hard against your sensitive cervix.

"Fuck.." you cried out, placing a hand on the roof of the car as your eyes drop to watch your pussy spread around Jungkook's girth.

Your clit bulged and begged to be touched as you rode him and Jungkook reads your body like a book. One of the hands that held your waist rushes to his mouth where his wet tongue waited for his thumb to press against it.

He uses it to rub messy circles over your sensitive button, causing a shock wave of sensation to shake your body.

“Oh fuck yesss…” you whimper, bouncing more frantically on Jungkook’s hardening dick.

You bears down on him hard and Jungkook takes advantage by rutting his hips upward, pinning you to the seat behind you with his other hand secured at your throat.

“Right fucking there..” he grits, tightening his grip on your airway as he fucked into you faster.

The messy wetness crescendos as Jungkook hit your spot over and over, your release drenching his lap and everything below him. Your voice breaks the moment your reach your peak, tapering off to a mumble of praises and his name.

“There you go..thats it..” Jungkook bites his lip as he guided your hips over his length, coaxing out every last bit of your high and allowing you to ride it out.

"Yes..There you go..thats it baby....shit.." he repeats, shuddering as his dick thumped inside of you. He hadn’t cum just yet, but he was close. It wouldnt take much either and he knew it.

Pulling out, Jungkook taps the side of your face gently to get your attention.

"C'mere...turn around."

Following his lead, you dazedly move your body to slot it between the front two seats. Your tummy rests on the middle console and Jungkook scoots over to the center backseat, his hands on your hips.

Before either of you could get cold from being apart, Jungkook re-enters you from behind.

He immediately begins to snap into you fast and hard with zero regard for how sensitive you were. Not that you cared since you met him thrust for thrust, bouncing back against him with a chorus of unbridled moans.

“Oh God…yes yes yes…Jungkook!” You sobbed, already feeling as if you were about to explode all over him again.

This position was always the killer.

Jungkook’s damp fringe swayed in spikes as he watched his dick disappear and reappear inside you, complimented by the way the your ass bounced and jiggled with every blow.

This was it. Thats all it would take for him to lose himself.

"Gonna cum..fuck Im gonna..." Jungkook rasps, his brows crinkling the closer he hurdled himself over the edge.

A second later, Jungkook pulls you back and buries his dick deep inside of your pussy before pulling out at the last possible second. Ropes of hot cum splattered all over your weeping hole and ass cheeks, his veiny tattooed hand jerking it fast to ensure he didnt waste a drop.

With something similar in mind, your thoughtlessly reach under your belly to catch his dripping nut that mixed woth your cum as it ran down your thighs, scooping a generous amount from your skin to taste.

Jungkook watched you with parted lips, his pulsing and sensitive dick still in hand as you used your fingers to clean yourself up. You toss him a naughty look over your shoulder, smiling evilly as you ran your tongue between your wet fingers.

"Youre fucking filthy..." he chuckles and you giggle around your cum coated digits.

"You love it." You exhale before sucking your fingers clean. Jungkook shakes his head, still in awe of you as he moved.

"Mmmh.." he hums as he sat back to pull his shirt over his head, most likely to use as a cum rag to finish cleaning you both up.

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We will miss you and Wait for for as long as you need us to Hobi but I can’t wait for October 17 2024

Come back safely and stay healthy and don’t worry we will miss you so very much but I know you’re doing amazing things for your country. You have an amazing heart and a beautiful soul and I love that you give help to any and everybody that needs it Army I know it’s hard, but don’t be sad they will come back to us trust and believe in what the BTS members say they have never stirred us wrong, in the past, so we should leave them now and trust in their words if anyone needs anything, I’m here I will mess up all the BTS members when they go to the military, but I know they will come back even stronger than what they are now, and they will keep making history in breaking records. No matter if other people like it, or do you not like it, but come back safely Hobi we love you 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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Blackthorn Ch 13 | M.YG

Pairing: Crown Prince Dragon!Yoongi x Crown Princess Impundulu!Keena  Genre: Soulmate AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Fantasy AU | Fluff | Angst  Word Count: 9K  Warnings: Abuse of Power | Physical Violence | Kissing | Teasing | Verbal Threats | Hair Pulling | Body Worship | Oral (oc receiving) | Scent Marking | Cum Marking Rating: NC-18

My Gift To You Part 1 - As the the engagement announcement approaches, Prince Yoongi give the Princess a gift.

a/n: As always thanks to @sailoryooons for making the banner. Shout out to @theharrowing for being my lovely beta this chapter! Character asks and the taglist for Blackthorn are always open! Minors do NOT interact with my work, please and thank you. Also, this is cross posted on ao3, under the same username sweetestofchaos.

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Madam Theda Vonner, one of the most sought after etiquette tutors was…vicious. She wasted no time during her lessons and scolded the Princess for wearing ‘inappropriate attire’. She berated the Princess on proper etiquette of respecting one's heritage and culture. If she continued to wear the garb of her nation, the Princess wouldn’t be respected by the people of the Min Empire and she would bring dishonor to all who lived within the castle walls. Madam Theda then went on to inform the Princess that she had two weeks and only two weeks to turn her into a proper Princess. She felt that Princess Kenna was only a Princess in name and had no real claim to the title. She was a woman born of noble blood that had no inkling to the meaning of what a true Princess was.

There was no time to hold the Princess’ hand as Madam Theda mapped out everything that needed to change. Lady Zarrin’s teachings were laughable and she regarded the title of Princess as nothing more than a fancy name. Theda would fix that, it was her job to do so. She allowed for the Princess to wear her attire for the first lesson, she refused to waste more time and had Cookie removed from the room. The tiny cub was a distraction and she already had her hands full with lessons that should have already been taught. By the end of the lesson, Madam Thea was convinced that the Princess had been taught nothing at all.

The homework for the Princess seemed endless but the Princess kept her head held high and thanked Madam Thea for the lesson. Before Thea could leave, the Princess spoke up and informed the new tutor that she refused to wear the garb of the Min empire. She was from Escistan and she would bring her culture to the empire. It was a part of her, in the very blood that ran through her veins, she refused to abandon her nation's culture and beliefs. Madam Thea had laughed, a sound so condescending that it made the Princess’ eyes flash silver.

“While you are under my tutelage, you will abide by my rules, Princess. I expect you to be in the proper attire tomorrow with no distractions around.” Madam Theda bowed to the Princess and San bit the inside of his cheek. He knew how to bow towards a royal and the half-hearted movements from Madam Theda were a blatant disrespect. Princess Keena bowed her head in silence and San watched as the older woman left the room. Once the door was closed, San glanced over at the Princess and he was shocked to see the silver of her eyes glowing.

“Princess?” San called out to her softly, “Would you like to take a break?”

The Princess’ eyes closed and she inhaled deeply. The silence stretched on and when her eyes opened they were once again that all too familiar brown that warmed anyone with just a look.

“Have Hyejin bring in a pot of rose bud tea with those strawberry rose petal cookies.”

San bowed low and stepped out of the room for a short moment. When the door opened, Chan stepped inside with Cookie in his arms. The tiny cub yelped and wiggled around until he was placed on the floor. He ran to the Princess and climbed into her lap. His green fur stood out against the chartreuse, red orange, and chili pepper kitenge skirt. Cookie nipped at the Princess’ fingers as she tickled his soft underbelly and she smiled.

“You are far from a distraction my sweet cub.” 

The solid orange buba that the Princess wore hung off the shoulders with small gold buttons down the back. Chartreuse embroidered flowers were on the ends of the full length sleeves, and as the Princess continued to play with Cookie, the tiny cub swatted at them. Chan watched as the Princess’ shoulders relaxed and the tension that locked her jaw eased into a softer smile. Chan knew something had happened from the way Madam Theda and San both exited the room with frowns on their faces. Seeing that the Princess was unharmed physically, Chan worried that her heart might have been the target.

“Princess?”

“Yes, Chan?”

“Would you like to have your tea outside? I saw Namjoon poking around the lupine.”

Princess Keena shifted Cookie in her arms and stood up, “I haven’t looked at the lupine in a while…”

Chan moved from the doorway and allowed for the Princess to leave first with Cookie cradled in her arms as he followed behind. As he passed Byulyi in the hall, he informed the maid that the Princess would take her tea outside. Byulyi nodded and watched as the Princess left the butterfly house with Chan behind her. 

In the garden, Namjoon plucked and pulled weeds from the soil as well as rearranged a few stones. His robes were simple since he had a lot of tasks to finish by the end of the day. A tan cross stitch blouse was tucked into a pair of loose fitted black trousers that had dirt on the knees. Sweat darkened the fabric of the shirt and stuck to his back as he worked endlessly and Seokjin sat behind him on a bench with a book in his hands as he read out loud. 

Seokjin was dressed nicely, as expected of the next royal advisor. The white cross collared shirt had a thick red neckline and dropped into a blue and white vertical striped skirt with a bold red sash tied around his waist. Seokjin wore a sheer white open cross collared jacket over top that had red and silver plantain lily flowers stitched along the wide sleeves that covered his knuckles.

Namjoon had a few rock cress and daffodils loosely potted that he had planned to add to the flowerbed in front of him. Footsteps crunched against the stone and Namjoon looked over his shoulder as Seokjin stopped reading. Princess Keena was in the distance with her head held high; she wore a red orange gele with her edges smoothed flat and pecking out. Thick gold hooped earrings caught in the sunlight and reflected against her sun-blessed skin. Namjoon and Seokjin stood and bowed low before a soft cry caught their attention. 

As Namjoon straightened up, he saw the tiger cub in the Princess’ arms and his face split into a large grin as the Princess walked closer.

“He is looking very well, Princess.” Namjoon reached out and scratched under the cub’s chin, only to laugh as the cub trapped his finger between its tiny paws. Seokjin smiled as he watched Namjoon interact with the cub and sat back on the bench.

“Cookie.”

“Parden?” Namjoon stared at the Princess, frozen in place as she smiled at him.

“His name,” she easily passed the cub to Namjoon and Namjoon buried his nose into the soft fur. “He picked Cookie.”

Namjoon swallowed thickly, and he bit his lip as his heart skipped a beat. “Cookie…I think that’s a wonderful name.”

The Princess grinned and Chan helped her sit on a bench that was across from the garden that Namjoon had been working on beside Seokjin. Princess Keena giggled as Seokjin winked at her and they watched as Namjoon kneeled on the ground. He carefully set Cookie beside him and went back to his work.

“How are your lessons? His Highness tells me you have a temporary etiquette tutor.” Seokjin questioned as he picked up the book beside him.

Chan melted away into the background as Seokjin coaxed the Princess into discussing her first lesson with the new tutor. Princess Keena watched silently as Namjoon created a pile of weeds beside him and Cookie jumped head first into it.

“I fear that we may not see eye to eye. She is archaic, or rather more traditional if I were to be polite.”

Seokjin chuckled at the Princess’ words and nodded his head, “Who has filled the tutoring position?” 

“Madam Theda Vonner-”

“That old bat?”

“Namjoon!” Seokjin’s tone was scolding but his eyes glittered in laughter.

“Forgive him, Princess.” Seokjin rolled his eyes as he turned his body towards her. “She comes from a proud family, old money that dates back to the third dynasty.”

“One's lineage does not give the right away to be callous nor rude.”

Namjoon snorted from his place on the ground and shook his head, “Callous is far too kind, Princess.”

Seokjin sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair that was falling into his face before he tucked it behind his ears. “What issues are you having with Madam Theda? Maybe it is something that I can assist with?” 

Before the Princess could answer Seokjin’s question, Hyejin and San showed up with tea and treats. San set a small plate on the ground in front of Cookie, and Namjoon watched as the tiny cub started to munch the small bites of food. Seokjin poured a cup of tea for the Princess and called for Namjoon to take a small break to enjoy the tea with them.

“She dislikes the Escistan garb and said I would bring shame to the Min Empire if I continued to wear them.”

“Nonsense!” Seokjin set his cup of tea down and grabbed the Princess’ free hand. “You are the Princess of Escistan and bride to the First Prince of the Min Empire; as such you are free to do as you please, Princess.”

Seokjin squeezed the Princess’ hand and shook his head, “Disregard her words, Princess. I think it is wonderful to see you so at ease here with us. Your garb is beautiful and I am always in awe when I see you around the palace grounds. Please,” Seokjin patted the Princess hand and smiled, “don’t change for us. If anything, allow the Min Empire to change for you.”

The Princess exhaled deeply and she looked down at their joined hands. Seokjin’s white robe started to blur as the Princess’ eyes burned. Her waterline flooded and she quickly blinked away her tears with a watery laugh as she sniffled. The smile that Seokjin offered was soft, and Namjoon sighed with a shake of his head.

“There’s going to be a light shower, you should head back inside.” Namjoon glanced at the sky as the bright blue had darkened.

“M-My apologies.” 

“There is nothing to apologize for, Princess.” Seokjin released his hold on her hand and stood to his full height. He offered his hand as Namjoon scooped Cookie up and stood as well. As the Princess was helped to her feet, the first few drops of rain started to fall and San appeared by her side with a red and yellow parasol. He held it up for the Princess and Namjoon handed over Cookie, so the little cub could stay dry.

“Enjoy your lessons, Princess,” Namjoon bowed and Seokjin followed suit before they watched the Princess disappear around the corner. 

Seokjin frowned and Namjoon sighed, “Should we inform Yoongi?”

“I think the Princess is more than capable of handling this herself,” Seokjin pointed out and Namjoon agreed. “Do you want help carrying everything inside?”

“You get inside before that book is ruined. I have a cart nearby.” 

“...So, Jungkook really fused with the tiger’s spirit?”

Namjoon nodded his head and dusted his hands off on his trousers. “Cookie…he really picked that, huh?”

“Who else?”

Later in the night, Prince Yoongi sat in the grass in front of the Gildows lake. The lemming ducks were gone for the night, tucked away in their mother’s warmth as they slumbered. As the Prince stared up at the endless sky, he turned his gaze to the moon. The silvery-white of the large orb made the Prince smile to himself. He was reminded of the banquet held in the Princess’ honor. The time they spent alone, gazing up at the night sky, much like he did now. The stars twinkled a silent poem as a cool breeze caressed the Prince’s ears with a soothing song. Fallen petals danced above the lake in the moon’s reflection and the Prince inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes. 

The soft crunch of the grass underfoot cut through nature’s serenade, and the sweet tang of tangerines flooded the Prince’s mind. His body relaxed farther and when the Prince opened his eyes, the flutter of ivory and lilac blinded him. Beside him, the Princess lowered herself onto a thick blanket and folded her leg to the side. The ivory nightgown she wore was pretty and tempted the Prince with its innocence. The dress hung off her shoulders, hugged her breasts and flared downward until it covered her feet. 

Thin ribbons of lilac silk were threaded into the cotton dress at the bottom and pulled into tiny bows with rosewater colored beading stitched into the shape of lovely peonies. A lilac robe, silk of some kind, was worn over the nightgown with matching rosewater peony beading over the shoulders and down the sides. Large cutouts of peonies went down the length of the sleeves, stitched over with ivory lace.

Wordlessly, the Prince shifted his body and stretched out, his head now rested in the Princess’ lap as he stared up at her. Loose braids that were not tucked away in a ponytail hung over her shoulders and hid their faces from the prying eyes of Hoseok and Aga in the distance. Princess Keena cupped the Prince’s cheek in her hand as she leaned over him and he batted at the pewter crystals that were woven into her hair.

“What are you doing out at this hour, my gem?” 

The Princess smiled and smoothed her thumb over the apple of the Prince’s cheek. “I couldn’t sleep.” The Prince’s lips turned into a frown at her words and she smiled, “It is nothing to worry over, Pallas.”

The Prince snorted and tugged at her braids lightly, “And yet, here I worry.” He stared into her warm eyes and licked his lips. “Tell me what troubles you, Princess?”

A soft smile rested on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes and the Prince raised an eyebrow. The Princess leaned down farther and closed her eyes as she rested her forehead against the Prince’s. 

“You won’t answer me?”

“Would you send me away if I chose not to?”

The Prince stared at the Princess’ face silently and quickly rolled them forward. The Princess chirped in surprise and giggled now that she was sprawled out on the grass with her head in the Prince’s lap. Prince Yoongi bent his knees as he lifted the Princess and leaned down. Their lips touched with the grace of a butterfly and warmth of the sun. It was a silent answer to her question, one that was loud and clear between the two. The pressure of the kiss increased, the heat in the pit of their stomachs spread and sunk lower, and lower. The Prince growled deep in his chest and nipped at the plush lips before him.

He soothed the lingering pain with the teasing touch of his tongue as he kissed more and more. Honey, sweet and addicting. Sage, sharp and grounding. As they pulled away the scent of flowers lingered in the air, soft and fleeting. The night’s silent melody was no more, replaced by thundering hearts and panted breaths. Slowly, as the Prince pulled away, a gossamer strand of saliva hung between their lips and he chuckled. He swiped his thumb over the Princess’ lower lip and broke the wet connection before he pecked her lips once more.

“Have I not shown that my days are yours? I will give you many more without question. I am only but a shout away if you ever need me, Princess. Ask and I will answer, always.”

“Thank you, my Prince.”

Carefully, the young royals stood to their feet, and the Prince laced his fingers with the Princess, “Let us retire to our chambers. I have a gift for you.”

Together, arm in arm, the young royal walked along the stone and sand paths that led into the palace. Servants that worked late all bowed low and whispered about the couple as they passed. Hoseok and Aga glared at them all; it was improper for servants to whisper so freely when they should have all held their tongues. The Prince led the Princess into his chambers and she sat on the settee while he disappeared into his sleeping chamber.

Aga and Hoseok stood by the entrance of the Prince’s chambers and watched as the Prince emerged with a small box in his hands. He kneeled before the Princess and Hoseok’s eyes widened while Aga’s lips pulled upwards in the corners. 

Prince Yoongi placed the box in the Princess’ lap and kissed the knuckles of her hands before he spoke. “Duttu sends her regards and thanks you for showing such trust in her skills.” He stayed kneeled before the Princess, his hands pressed softly against the top of her knees and Princess Keena bit her bottom lip. 

Slowly, she opened the plain chestnut box and inside sat a black leather collar. A beautiful gold name plate with Cookie’s name carved into the center of Ginkgo leaves that were embossed into the leather. The collar was simple and elegant, perfect for the rambunctious cub that would wear it later.

The Princess’ fingers brushed over Cookie’s name and she smiled, as her free hand rested over the Prince’s. “I know Cookie will love it. Thank you, my Prince.” 

A shy but proud smile pulled at the Prince’s lips and he gave the Princess’ knees a light squeeze. “Byenvini.”

The Princess’ eyes widened as the Prince spoke a simple Escistan phrase and he looked so shy that the Princess laughed. 

“Did I say it correctly?” The Prince asked, worried that he had mispronounced the word of thanks and Princess Keena shook her head.

"Ou fè byen."

He smiled at the Princess’ words and leaned forward to capture her lips. The kiss was soothing, a pleasant weight settled in both the young royals' hearts as they pulled away.

"Ou fè byen," Prince Yoongi whispered and the Princess giggled. "You do well."

The days seemingly bled into each other as Princess Keena continued with her lessons. Madam Theda was not pleased to see the Princess in the Escistain garb but she made no comments on the matter. Madam Theda’s lessons were exhausting; the Princess felt like she had fallen behind during the day and had started to spend her nights with etiquette books and scrolls in front of her. She had Byulyi, Wheein, and Hyejin, and even her guards help her during breaks between lessons. 

The Prince had noticed that he only had the Princess’ attention during their time together at lunch and their last meal of the night was split between himself and his parents. Empress Min asked about the Princess’ lessons and was pleased to hear that the Princess had no complaints. Things were moving along and the Prince was pleased to know that the Princess was preoccupied. 

As the day of the night market grew closer and closer, the Prince had a lot to prepare for and he did so when Hoseok wasn’t around. San and Kai were helpful and acted on the Prince’s behalf while Minho carried out his own orders from the Prince. Things had become hectic within the palace as everyone prepared for the engagement announcement. With only eight days left, everyone had felt the pressure. 

“Again!” Madam Theda smacked a bamboo cane against her palm as she stared at the fallen stack of books on the floor. 

Mingi stood against the wall, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. His jaw was locked and tense as he bit his tongue. Chan and San had told him how blatantly disrespectful Madam Theda had been to the Princess and asked him to stand in during one of the lessons. Mingi had thought that the younger guards had over reacted since the Princess had not spoken up, but now he understood. Mingi felt sick, his stomach churned, and his heart beated quickly in his chest as he watched the Princess pick up the fallen book. She straightened them out and walked across the room with them in her hands before she turned to face the entrance of the room. 

Wheein took the books and carefully placed them on top of the Princess’ head with a frown on her face. As the Princess straightened her back, Wheein removed her hands and stepped back. The books didn’t move and the Princess took a step forward, then another followed by another. She kept her eyes forward and looked straight ahead as she walked. The books started to wobble and Madam Theda narrowed her eyes. Mingi watched with bated breath as the books tipped to one side and slipped off the Princess’ head.

Madam Theda clicked her tongue and Mingi stepped forwards, “That is enough. Move on to the next-”

“Silence!” Madam Theda swung her cane and smacked Mingi in his thigh. He clenched his jaw in pain but stood strong as his thigh plused. He knew there would be a nice sized welt.

“Mingi!” The Princess rushed to his side and he waved her off.

“A royal does not shout nor show care for those of lower rank. A mere guard does not speak out of turn.” Madam Theda voiced with a frown set on her face.

Princess Keena’s eyes slowly shifted from brown to silver and she smoothed down the skirt of her emerald green iro before she touched the large braided buns that sat on her head. She had opted out of wearing heavy hair accessories and focused on her outfit to show Madam Theda just how wonderful the Escistan grab truly was. She wore a celadon blouse that had a keyhole in the center with gold beading on the lantern sleeves in a swirled pattern. A golden getzner pele was tied over her skirt and pulled the whole outfit together.

The Princess folded her hands in front of herself and looked Madam Theda in her eyes, “You are dismissed for today, Madam Theda.”

“Parden?”

“You are dismissed!” The Princess raised her voice, but she didn’t yell nor did she return the glare that the older woman sent her way. “For you act of violence against one of my attendants, your pay will be docked by half-”

“You-”

“You should be thankful that this is all I will take away for your transgression.” The threat was loud and clear as the Princess stared at the older woman. “Have a good day, Madam Theda. Now, if you’ll excuse us-” Princess Keena bowed her head and gathered the skirt of her emerald green iro. Wheein hurried past Madam Theda and opened the door before she stepped to the side and waited for the Princess to leave first. Mingi stepped out of the room and Wheein bowed before she followed after them.

Outside of the room, Princess Keena took short inhales of air and remained silent until she stepped out of the butterfly house. She turned to Mingi and frowned, “Wheein, take Mingi to the doctor.” She held her hand up as Mingi opened his mouth. “I understand that it is not a life threatening wound, but pain is pain. Get treated and return to your post after a break. I will remain here in the garden.”

Mingi sighed but bowed his head and whistled loudly. A few moments later, Wonho appeared and took over guarding the Princess. She said nothing as she walked around the garden’s outside and the silver melted into brown once more. Wonho kept his distance and when he noticed Kwangseon with his wife, Ellarian at his side, Wonho informed the Princess. 

“Let’s not keep them waiting.” 

The smile returned to the Princess’ face and Wonho followed behind her as they stepped back into the butterfly house. As they entered the house, Hyunjin jumped at the sight of the Princess and quickly bowed. His robes were covered in paint and there was a smudge of white paint on his forehead which made the Princess giggle. Hyunjin was the artist that Namjoon had commissioned in place of Jungkook and he was a shy young man. Dark purple hair that he kept out of his face with a headband was always tied in a low ponytail. He had striking indigo eyes with a tiny beauty mark under the left one that was endearing to everyone who noticed it.

“Are you taking a break, Hyunjin?”

“Y-Yes, Your Highness…u-um, I have completed m-most of the-”

“Hyunjin, breath,” the Princess smiled as she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Enjoy your break. I am looking forward to seeing your finished work.” Princess Keena bowed her head and continued into the house with Wonho right behind her.

As the Princess settled back into the lesson room, she smoothed down her skirt and glanced out the window. Chan walked by with Cookie tucked underneath his arm, his new collar shinned against his fur. The cub had become somewhat of a menace since he came to the palace and it made the Princess smile. Cookie was a playful and curious cub, he always got into something but at the end of the day when the Princess was settling down for the night, he would curl up in her lap and drift off to sleep. She wondered what the cub had managed to get into for Chan to have been the one to grab him.

The door to the room slid open and Ellarian grinned at the sight of the Princess’ smiling face. 

“Oh, I see we have a new partner today. Hello, Wonho!” Kwangseon looked thrilled as he greeted the guard and Wonho bowed his head as his ears turned a bright red.

“How were your lessons today, Princess?” Ellarian asked as she helped her husband set up the different instruments for the day's lesson.

“It is another day complete in the eyes of the Empire.”

Ellarian laughed and nodded her head in agreement. She understood the Princess’ words. Lessons were lessons and they would not all be fun to learn. 

“Shall we continue with the Buchaaechum dance?” Kwangseon offered as he sat behind his haegeum and cracked his knuckles. 

“That is a wise decision. Princess, what do you recall from our lesson yesterday?”

The rest of the time during the Princess' lessons went by easily enough. Madam Theda spoke no more of the Princess’ Escistan garb and taught her everything that Lady Zarrin had not touched on. The lessons were hard but no longer had Madam Theda tried to push the Princess past her limits. Madam Theda’s attitude towards the Princess was still strict but there was an air of respect that had not been there before. The Princess considered it a small victory while her guards felt their hearts swell with pride. The Princess would be a great Empress once it was her time to step into the role.

Four days before the engagement announcement, Empress Min had called for the Princess and they sat in her chambers with tea and treats between them. Empress Min wore a beautiful iris colored seuran chima with a pale olive dangui on top. Her hair was braided and tucked into elegant loops that resembled two butterfly orchids decorated with four tteoljams and pinned with a golden eastern dragon that had ruby’s for its eyes. As she sipped at her tea, Empress Min smiled at the cub that sat beside the Princess. Gingko spirits were rare and she had never seen one in person before, Cookie was as cute as he was beautiful.

“Are you excited for the announcement, my dear? It is right around the corner.”

Princess Keena swallowed the bite of sponge cake in her mouth and licked her lips in thought. Was she excited for the citizens of the Min Empire to know who she was and what her role in their society would be?

“I will admit that I do hold some reservations about the announcement but I understand that it must be done.”

Empress Min understood the Princess’ worries; she remembered how she felt when she was first engaged to the Emperor. 

“Is there anything I can do within my power to make the announcement less taxing on you, my dear Keena?”

“You and His Majesty have been kind enough to grant me such wonderful freedom within the palace. I have everything at my disposal and there is little that I wish for…” Princess Keena stroked the top of Cookie’s head and scratched behind his ears. “The worry lies within my own heart. I fear that I will not be the Empress that this empire deserves.” 

“I disagree with you Princess.” Empress Min’s words were firm as she stared right at the Princess. “You have shown an unbelievable amount of wonderful qualities that will make you a true Empress of this nation.” Empress Min set her tea cup on the table and nodded her head to the attendant closest to the door. 

“I have called for the best dressmaker in our empire. She will make your dress for the announcement, as well as the one for your wedding.”

Princess Keena turned her attention to the door and an older woman with blueish-white hair that was pulled into a neat updo bun stepped into the threshold. The bun showed that she had deep blue cat ears that sat proudly on top of her head and the Princess was in awe. 

“Crown Princess Keena, this is Menzo. She has served members of the royal court for the last two generations while her family has served since the Taebong era.”

Menzo looked kind with pale peach feline eyes that were framed by crow’s lines and tear troughs on her cognac-toned skin. They were slanted towards a sharp and slender nose that was over a set of demure lips bordered by deep frown lines. She wore a simple taupe kurta that had black beading on the hem of her sleeves with matching palazzo pants that hung loosely around her legs. A sage green dupatta with black and taupe beading stitched throughout in a flower pattern rested over Menzo’s shoulders, and she bowed low. Her tail was blueish-white with a deep blue tip and swayed lazily behind her once she stood upright and offered the Princess a warm smile.

“It is an honor, Your Highness.”

Cookie mewled from the Princess’ side and Menzo grinned, her canines sharper than a humans. 

“Hello, little one.” She bowed her head and Princess Keena knew that she would enjoy her time with the nekojin.

The Princess stood with Cookie in her arms and Empress Min held out her hands, “Give him here. Menzo will need your full attention.”

Cookie sat beside Empress Min while the nekojin tailor took the Princess’ measurements and held up different fabrics against her body. Menzo asked different questions and made notes in a small booklet that she pulled from the satchel that rested on her hip. The Princess was grateful that Menzo seemed to really listen and take her wants into account. If she was to stand before the citizens of the Min Empire, she wanted to show a combined front. The Escistan Kingdom intermingled and woven tightly together with the Min Empire. That is all the Princess wanted to show with the Prince by her side.

Alone in her chambers, Princess Keena laid in bed, wide awake. Her mind raced as she thought about the upcoming announcement. It was two days away and she feared that something would go wrong. A soothing breeze crept in from the lattice cut windows and the soft blue curtains that hung from the bedpost swayed gently. An earthy scent wrapped in warm spice rode the breeze and lingered just outside of the window. The Princess sat upright, the covers held close to her chest as her eyes sparkled in the cool moonlight that caught her gaze. A shadow danced along the wall and soon the Prince dropped down from the ceiling. 

He wore a white kimono that was dyed a deep grey at the bottom with large white spider lilies that wrapped around the bottom. A grey and black obi was tied around his waist and a black jaori was worn over top. His blonde hair was pulled away from his face in a loose bun on the back of his neck and he was free from jewelry. 

“You are asking for a repeat of last time, my Prince.” The Princess’ voice was nothing more than a scolding whisper as she frowned. 

A fanged smile slid onto the Prince’s face and he held out his hand as he stood at the foot of the Princess’ bed. He wiggled his fingers and his eyes flashed a tempting gold before he licked his lips. “Come, I have a surprise for you, my gem.”

Still in bed, the Princess eyed his outstretched hand and tried to fight the smile that pulled at her lips. “Aga would kill you if he knew you were here.” 

“He has to catch me first.”

The covers were released from the Princess’ hold and the Prince’s eyes narrowed as he took in the bare skin of her shoulders. There was nothing to the nightgown, the Prince thought to himself. Thin straps held the dress to her body while satin and delicate alabaster lace clung to the Princess’ chest.  As she crawled towards the foot of the bed, the strap on her left shoulder fell and the Prince bit his lower lip. 

The Princess was tempting, so very, very tempting. Her braids were down, the front pulled back into a low ponytail while the rest hung freely at her back. A few slipped over her shoulders and the Prince inhaled deeply. As she placed her hand in his, the Prince pulled her close, chest to chest and wrapped an arm around her waist as he exhaled. He released her hand and cupped her cheek before he growled softly, almost like a purr.

“How easily you tempt my patience without much thought.”

Their noses brushed against each other’s as the Prince closed the distance and he inhaled the tangy scent of citrus and honey.

“Cover yourself for my sanity…” As his lips pressed against the Princess’, his fingers dug into her waist and the Princess moaned softly. “Ashii-” Prince Yoongi pulled away and rested his forehead against the Princess’ collarbone on her left side as he inhaled deeply. “Such a pretty sound…” His lips ghosted over the exposed skin and the Princess shivered. Her nimble fingers found the bun that rested against the nape of his neck and she pulled his hair free. A waterfall of blonde covered the back of his haori and the Princess sighed.

“There is a r-robe by the-” The Princess’ breath hitched as the Prince’s tongue licked at the skin where her shoulder and neck joined. “My P-Prince…” Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled lightly to which the Prince nipped at her flesh.

“Just a taste, my gem?”

She could feel her willpower crumbling with each swipe of the Prince’s tongue. The warmth in her stomach grew and started to inch lower and lower. Blood rushed behind her ears and she yanked on the Prince’s hair harder. His head jerked back and he licked his split slick lips as he flashed that dazzling gummy smile with a solid ring of gold around his dark irises.

“My surprise?” The Princess’ question was whispered and the Prince’s upper right lip quirked as he smirked and pulled away from the Princess once she released his hair.

Carefully, the Princess sat on the bed and before her feet could touch the floor, the Prince was on his knees before her with slippers in his hands. Heat kissed her cheeks and warmed her neck as he slipped the cream colored slippers onto her bare feet and kissed her ankles. As he stood up, he removed his haori and placed it over the Princess’ shoulders. Sage and ginger seeped into her skin as the fabric of the outer jacket rubbed against her neck. It was comforting and settled the wild heart in her chest as she grabbed hold of the Prince’s hand once more.

Prince Yoongi led the Princess through her room until they reached the sitting area where three settees were placed around a large table in different shades of blue, with white and gold accent pillows. Cookie was sound asleep in his playpen, curled around a wooden toy that Namjoon had carved by hand to help with his teething. There was a box on the oak table, about two feet long in width and height. As they sat beside each other, Prince Yoongi grabbed the box and placed it on the Princess’ lap.

“You spoil me, my Prince.”

The Prince rolled his eyes at the Princess’ words and silently encouraged her to open the gift. Carefully, she untied the gold ribbon and slowly lifted the lid of the box. In the box a sand colored jeogori with thick beige cuffing sat on top of a beige pleated chima. It was a very simple and plain hanbok to which the Princess raised an eyebrow. The Prince chuckled as he saw the silent questions in the Princess' eyes and he kept quiet. 

Also in the box was a pair of cream and sand colored hwahye shoes. A norigae was hidden between the shoes and it was beautiful in its simplicity. A cognac floral design in the shape of a rose acted as the base with a polished star garnet at the center that had a pearl butterfly on it, followed by the fluffy cognac tassel wrapped in gold thread that finished it. 

“I have another gift.”

The Princess looked at the Prince beside her and clicked her tongue, “What are you planning, my Prince?”

Prince Yoongi grinned something devilish as he reached inside of his kimono and pulled out a cream silk ribbon with gold larch and lupine flowers embroidered at the ends.

“Am I not allowed to gift my soon-to-be wife a night of wonders?”

As the Prince placed the daenggi in the box, he leaned forward and captured the Princess’ lips in a soft kiss. He shifted closer and the box fell to the floor, ignored as he pulled the Princess into his lap and pushed his haori onto the floor. Her hands tangled in his hair as she settled herself in his lap, her knees bent on either side of his thighs.

He squeezed her hips and groaned as the Princess nipped at his lower lip. As the kissing went on, it became heavier and needier. Soft nips became pinched lips between teeth that were soothed by wet tongues. Hands that squeezed became hands that slid from place to place in search of more skin. 

The heat between the young royals was thick, and when the Princess felt a firmness underneath her, she gasped into the kiss. The Prince was aroused, he strained underneath his kimono and he wished to pull more sweet sounds from her swollen lips. He trailed a path of wet kisses from her mouth to her shoulder and lower.

As her head lolled backwards, the wet trail became slick and smooth as the Prince licked at the skin from her shoulder to the tops of her breasts. A sudden flora aroma made him growl and buck his hips upwards to which the Princess moaned. Her legs tensed around his thighs and she fisted the collar of his kimono tightly.

“Oh?” The Prince made a show as he lifted his nose in the air and inhaled deeply. His irises now had a thicker golden ring around them. “What a lovely scent,” he purred as he licked his lips. The tip of his tongue was now forked but still pink and he hummed in delight as the Princess whined.

“Y-Yoongi.” His name was a stuttered whisper, a plea for something more than wet kisses.

“I know, my gem…I know.” 

The Prince trailed his lips softly up the length of the Princess’ neck, along her jaw and pressed a sweet, slow kiss to her lips. They fused together, tongues tasted the other’s mouth and the Princess bit down on his tongue lightly. Prince Yoongi chuckled and sucked the Princess’ lower lip into his mouth before he bit down roughly and pulled away. The sweet heady scent of liquid honey flooded the Prince’s sinuses and his body shuttered.

“Just a taste, my gem. Wouldn’t want Aga to kill me, hmm?”

Wordlessly, he maneuvered their bodies and held onto the back of the Princess’ thighs before he stood up and strode into her bedchambers. He placed one knee on the bed and climbed on before he crawled forward to place the Princess in the center. As he pulled away, her nightgown was askew, shoulder straps draped low on her arms, the bottom bunched high on her thighs, hardly covered the mound between her legs and the Prince licked his lips. As he sat back on his bent legs, he drew random shapes on the Princess’ knee and upper thigh with his blunt nails. His eyes drank in every shiver, every goosebump, and every fluttering breath that left the Princess’ lips. 

She was divine, bathed in the cool, silver milky glow of the moon that filtered in from the window. An offering, all on her own. Laid out before the Prince’s eyes, for him only. To touch and he did as he cupped the Princess’ cheek in one hand. To taste and he did, the moment his lips pressed upon hers, their tongues swirled and teased. To have over and over and over again. 

Prince Yoongi kept his touches soft yet firm as he moved his kisses lower and lower down the Princess’ body. He kissed the soft skin of her chest, over the covered pebbled nipples and skimmed his nose down her stomach. He paused and nuzzled his nose into the fabric that covered her womb. The Princess shivered and she ran a hand down her torso until her fingers twined in the Prince’s blond locks. 

“Why are you down there?”

The question made the Prince smirk, how innocent his wife-to-be was. His hands slid down to her thighs and massaged the thick muscles and skin. He nosed at the apex of her mound and kissed the warm skin as her nightgown shifted once more.

“I want to worship you. Give thanks to the ancient dragons who came before and offer them my-” the Prince placed a kiss to where the Princess’ thigh and hip joined, “silent praise…if you would grant me such an honor?”

The Princess couldn’t understand the words. It was all unfamiliar to her but the heat and wetness between her thighs, that was enough for her as she nodded her head. Prince Yoongi left open mouth kisses on her inner thighs before he settled himself on his stomach and wrapped one arm around the Princess’ waist to hold her down. He inched closer and closer to the leaking warmth that called to him. The sweet scent of honey, so much stronger there than anywhere else on the Princess’ body. She had dark curls of hair, trimmed neatly and kept low. It made his mouth water as the clear essence of her arousal coated her skin.

He leaned in and swiped his forked tongue from her perineum to her clit. The Princess’ thighs snapped closed around his head, his cheeks squished together as she gasped.

The Prince moaned at the taste, “Mmmmm, my gem. So good for me.”

Again he licked at her opening and the Princess’ eyes squeezed closed. It was different, not unpleasant, but different. As the Prince continued to lick, he changed his rhythm and motions. His tongue technique switched from fast to slow, shallow to deep, long to short…it pulled sounds from the Princess that she had never made before. Prince Yoongi pinched at her hip as he spoke from between her legs, “Shhhh. Bite the pillow to muffle your pretty sounds…I can’t have Aga or anyone else seeing you like this.”

The Princess nodded her head, unable to speak as tears collected in the corner of her eyes. Blindly, she reached for a pillow and dragged it over her mouth. As the Prince wrapped his plush lips around her clit and sucked hard, she screamed into the pillow. He swallowed down every ounce of liquid that touched his tongue, slurped up everything that the Princess offered. Her muffled cries were the sweetest sound that he had ever heard and with her thighs squeezed tightly around his head, the Prince had reached the gates of those before him.

He had never come untouched but he felt close enough with how hard he was; it was painful but his pain only added to his pleasure as the Princess whined and thrashed above him. The hand in his hair pushed him away and pulled him closer, it was the constant sting at the base of his scalp that pushed him to dive his tongue deep into the Princess’ warmth and the cry that spilled from her lips was beautiful. Her wall clenched around him, he felt the skin of his cheek grind against his teeth and more wetness flooded his mouth.

Endless tremors raked over the Princess’ body and Prince Yoongi groaned as he wiggled free from the headlock. He shifted upwards on the bed, now on his knees and released himself from the damp fabric of his kimono. His hand wrapped around himself and he threw his head back as the Princess’ fluttering eyes watched him. He growled, deep in his chest as he covered her thigh and stomach in his cum. Honey and sage mixed together in the air and as the Prince’s skin flushed with a red hue, he collapsed beside the Princess with his chest heaving. Together they caught their breaths and as the Princess tried to move, Prince Yoongi hissed.

“Stay.” It was rough, the single word coated in an unfiltered need to mark what was his. Silently, the Prince raised his arms and set his hand on the Princess’ stomach. She made a sound of disgust as the warmth of his cum had faded into cool ropes of his very being. The Prince leaned upward and nosed at the Princess’ jaw as he rubbed his cum into her skin. He licked and nipped at her jaw until he focused on the scent gland at her throat and licked at the sensitive spot. Princess Keena shivered, her body felt like it was underwater, flouting through an endless stream with the Prince’s hands slowly guiding her along. 

“Hide the gift from your maids and wait for my call on the night of our announcement.” The Prince’s voice was gravely as he spoke in the Princess’ ear. His lips wet as he kissed her lobe and temple. “Will you wait for me, my gem?”

Princess Keena turned her head and cupped his face in her hands, “Always.” 

The day of the announcement, the air was humid and buzzed with voices as the townspeople closest to the palace gathered in the arena towards the west gate. Throughout the Min empire, messengers rode since the day before with news of the Crown Prince’s engagement. Today the news would be shared with the townspeople and everyone who lived within the palace walls was on high alert. The arena wasn’t used often. It was a place for public executions and court sponsored entertainment for the townspeople. It was rare for everyone to be gathered in one place, but the townspeople woke up two days ago to handwritten notices from the Emperor that everyone was encouraged to join them in the area for a wonderful announcement.

Seokjin and Namjoon are dressed in the finest of robes; whites, creams and silver made up most of the court’s attire as they entered the arena. Slowly the crowd started to settle as more and more officials filed into their seats. Streamers hung from the rafters, paper lanterns in the shape of dragons and flowers were strung on sturdy twine rope that connected from section to section. A small band of musicians played in the middle of the arena, all dressed in matching  yellow and white hanboks while another group danced around in colorful bedlahs and butterfly hanfus. The female dancers all had their hair down in long flowing waves with beaded and jeweled headpieces on display as they lept in the air and twirled on their bare feet.

Thick white smoke wafted in the air and carried the scent of takoyaki, dango, corn and other tasty treats from small venders that set up shop early that morning by the gate. Guards were dressed in their dress attire for the announcement. A green brocade button-down jacket that stopped just below their knees, with white trousers and a thick black leather belt fastened around their waist made up the base of the outfit for the royal guard. Depending on the rank of the guard, there was a white lotus flower stitched onto the inner sleeve of their jacket. Hoseok’s attire was the same but his colors were indigo and black. 

Aga and the other guards that watched over the Princess wore a different uniform that combined the two nations’ styles. A indigo, white, and black dashiki was tucked into a pair of black hakamas. A white open cross collar outer jacket with a black hamerkop bird on the back was worn over top with matching indigo headbands that completed the outfit. As more guards filed into the area, the dancers cleared the arena grounds and sat off to the side while the band switched to a slower song. 

Everyone in the arena rose to their feet and bowed low as Emperor and Empress Min appeared at the top of the arena. They wore matching black hanfus with a golden nightingale pattern. A large golden five-toed dragon was on the Emperor’s back surrounded by nightingales, while the Empress had a golden five-toed dragon on each of her shoulders and bottom of her sleeves.

They were a sight to see, elegant and powerful as they greeted their subjects with stern faces. Four intricately carved outdoor thrones were arranged at the front of the arena, where the royals were seated above everyone on a fenced riser. As they were seated, the rest of those in attendance sat, and once again the dancers took to the center of the arena. A jester performed, followed by two singers, before Emperor Chungho signaled the eunuch behind him to move forward with the day's events. As the older man stepped forward a hush fell over the arena and he pulled a rolled scroll from the inner pocket of his robes.

Princess Keena stood outside her room with her guards surrounding her. Byulyi, Wheein and Hyejin stayed behind her and walked with their heads bowed as they made their way to the Prince’s chambers. Aga led the way as Mingi and Chan flanked his sides. Today was a big day and no one took any chances of the Princess or Prince being harmed. 

As they reached the Prince’s chambers, Hoseok grinned at the sight of the Princess. She was stunning in her attire and he knew that the Prince would feel the same way. Hoseok opened the door and stepped inside quickly to inform Prince Yoongi that the Princess was ready. Prince Yoongi stood from his seat behind his desk and swallowed thickly. His hair was pulled from his face and piled high on top of his hair in his signature topknot with a golden donggot; a dragon with ruby eyes and rose quartz petunias clutched in its mouth was carved at the end. Three small golden hoops clung to each of the Prince’s ears while a single earring hung from his left lobe, five rose quartz teardrops set in gold.

The day before the announcement, Menzo approached the Prince with new garments that would complement the Princess’ attire. She expressed the urgency of the Prince wearing the clothing and he did not understand why until today, once his attendants started to dress him. He wore an orchid color cross collared blouse that was tucked into a matching qun - skirt - that had a carafe and violet square patterned design along the hem. An orchid agbada was worn over top with the same matching square patterned design from the qun down the sides and around the hemming. His manggeon was replaced with a violet headband that had a gold hamerkop bird on the ends.

It wasn’t much different from what he wore in terms of style, but the colors were bright and eye-catching. As he inhaled through his nose, the Prince held his head high and followed Hoseok out the doors of his chamber. His eyes found the Princess immediately and his eyes flashed gold before a black plume of smoke huffed from his nose. They wore matching colors and it stirred a deep desire in Agust as he crawled in the Prince’s gut.

“You look…like a Queen.”

A rose quartz colored gele was on her head, folded and twisted into a crown in its own right. Pink diamonds and pearls were scattered over it with meori-kkoji pins on it as well. An orchid cross collared ru was tucked into an ankara patterned iro in carafe and violet. A rose quartz pele was wrapped around her waist and an orchid outer robe was worn over everything with a golden four-toed dragon on the back. The Princess smiled as heat attacked her face, and she offered the Prince her hand. 

“Shall we, my Prince?”

“In a moment, Princess.”

Prince Yoongi held out his hand and Hoseok placed something in his palm. He walked to the Princess and took her outstretched hand in his own before he kissed her knuckles. She still wore his rings on her right hand and he grinned since her left hand was bare. Silently he raised his hand and slipped a gold ring onto the Princess’ ring finger. Her eyes widened and Prince Yoongi winked as he released her hand. She looked at the ring in awe, it was a plain gold band that split into tiny branches that held an emerald cut smoky quartz gem the size of a lima bean.

“Shall we, my gem?” 

[hippiemisfit]

Hush (J.K.) 7

Chapter Seven- Jungkook

pairing: jungkook x oc reader

word count: 1,801

warnings:

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The bell rang and so it was time to show Jungkook around. I grabbed my stuff and waited for him to get his stuff together. I picked up his schedule and checked it out. "It's the same as mine so this is going to go pretty smoothly. Are you ready?" He nodded his head and motioned for me to lead the way. I walked around him and out the door. I knew he was trailing behind me and Ally came up beside me whispering in my ear,"Did you hear about what happened to Conner?"

I halted for a little bit and I could've swore I heard a quiet snicker behind me. I turned to look at Jungkook and saw that he was waiting for me to walk forward. I continued walking and said,"No what happened?"

"I don't see how you don't know given that you live right across the street from him, but anyway. Carter found his dead body stuffed in a box on his front porch," she said.

"Do they know how it got there?" I asked nervously.

She shook her head,"No they think it was the Silent Killer again though. I really don't get how you don't know about this it was all over the news and there was hella police over there."

I shrugged my shoulders,"I'm a heavy sleeper I guess." If only they knew who that really is.

We ended up in front of my class,"Well I'll see you later," Ally said then went to her class. I turned to look at Jungkook,"Sorry I didn't mean to ignore you like that. Something bad happened last night to my friend."

He nodded his head in understanding.

"You don't talk do you?" He shook his head. "Hmm, well here's our class. It's not going to be like last period, we actually have to do work in here." I opened the door and was met by darkness.

I flicked on the light and saw nobody was in the classroom. "We got the whole room to ourselves for now, I guess," I said and sat down at my desk by the teacher. No I'm not a teacher's pet, I'm nosy so I like to look outside the door. Jungkook sat down at the desk beside me.

He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something on it. He placed the paper on my desk and I picked it up,"Where do you think the teacher is and where is everybody else?" I shrugged,"I don't know, she probably went to the bathroom and everyone is usually late to this class anyway."

Just as I said that Ms. Collier came in and the rest of the class too. I took in what she had in her hand, it was a stack of papers and a DVD. I guess we are watching something in this class too.

"Good morning everyone. Today we are going to be watching The Usual Suspects, since we are focusing on thrillers this month. I'm going to hand out some packets for you to fill out while you watch the movie and yes they will be graded by me, so don't half do them."

She went over to her computer to do roll. She looked around the room to see that everyone was there and back at her computer. "Who is Jungkook?" she asked and turned around. Jungkook raised his hand and she nodded turning back to her computer. "Welcome to the school, now let's get started.....

*skip to lunch*

"Since we're seniors we can leave the building for lunch but we got to be back before next period or we get our privileges revoked. So where do you want to go?" I said to Jungkook.

My phone buzzed, I had given him my number earlier.

Jungkook: I don't know wherever you want to go is fine with me. What happened to your friend?

"She leaves after fifth period because she doesn't have anymore classes. We can leave after our last period too." We walked over to Qdoba and got something to eat. "How come you don't talk if you don't mind me asking?"

Jungkook: Just don't like to. I thought girls liked mysterious guys.

I looked up to see him smirking at me. "Most girls do."

Jungkook : Do you?

I shook my head," I'm already dealing with someone who is mysterious and confusing. I don't really need to have more than one person like that in my life you know."

He nodded

:Did you find out anything else about what happened to your friend what's his name?

"Carter and I mean there's nothing else to find out about. He found his dead brother's body in a box with a bow on it on his porch. I know that he probably won't be coming back to the school any time soon that's for sure," I said nervously.

My phone buzzed

:How do you know there was a bow on the box?

"Huh?'

:You said there was a bow on the box but how would you know that? Earlier today you said that you didn't even know anything about what happened when Ally was talking to you.

I ran my fingers through my hair," Um what is this an interrogation?"

He silently laughed

:No just asking questions

"Ok well I don't know if there was a bow on the box or not. I mean what kind of person would stuff a person's body in a box and deliver it to their family anyway? The Silent Killer that's who, ruined Carter's life."

You know the type of person.

:Maybe he was a bad person or his family was caught up with the wrong person or people

"No I've known that family forever, they've never done anything to anyone and Conner always seemed like a nice guy to me. He was probably in the wrong place at the wrong time, when the Silent Killer was in a killing mood."

:Or he was a perverted asshole and the Silent Killer was doing you a favor

I looked up at Jungkook's face and saw that he was turning red. From what? Anger?

"Oh well enough about that, where are you from?"

:Busan

"Huh?"

:I'm from South Korea lol

"Oh ok cool, I've never met anyone from South Korea before."

:I can bet that you have before, you probably just didn't pay too much attention."

"What?"

He just shook his head. "So are you eyes naturally green or are you just wearing colored contacts?"

He nodded. :yea they're pretty big in Korea. Forgot I was wearing em

I looked at the time and saw it was time to go back.

"Let's go."

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Our last class went by quickly. We got paired up to make a English and Spanish children's book. I found it weird how no one paid attention to the fact that Jungkook was mute. I mean this is a pretty small school and everyone gossips, even the teachers, so I'm surprised no one has said anything about it. Oh well.

I went to my locker and got all my stuff that I needed to take home. When I reached up to grab my planner, I felt my drink from this morning.

I knew I forgot something.

I grabbed it and threw it in a nearby trashcan. I jumped when I heard a locker on the left of me slam closed. I looked over and saw that it was Jungkook who was now laughing at me, with his mouth open. How is no sound coming out?

"Ha ha ha. Very funny." I closed my locker," See you tomorrow."

He stopped laughing and pulled his phone, typing something. My phone buzzed,

:I don't mean to bother you but can you take me home? I'll pay you gas money or we can go somewhere, my house or yours, and start on our book.

I looked up and thought it over.

Why not this means you can spend even more time with him before he notices all the other girls that there are here, and he offered to pay for gas.

"Sure let's go."

We walked out to my car and got in.

:Nice car

"Thanks, picked it out myself and even got it customized by the guys at West Coast Customs. When I tell you I almost had a panic attack when my parents told me. Ugh."

I started the car and pulled off. I knew that we wouldn't really be able to communicate while I was driving so I just plugged in my aux cord ad turned on Honey by Kehlani and started to sing along.

"I like my girls just like my honey; sweet little selfish I like my women like I like my money;green a little selfish 'Cause I'm a beautiful wreck A colorful mess, but I'm funny Oh, I'm a heartbreak vet

With a stone-cold neck, yeah, I'm charming

All the pretty girls in the world But I'm in this space with you Colored out the line I came to find, my fire was fate with you Heartache would stay with you Fly great escapes with you..."

We pulled up to my house, the police were back at Carter's house. I also saw that my parents' car wasn't in the driveway either.

I thought they were coming back today.

"I'll just take you home later," I said getting out the car.

:You have a beautiful voice.

"Thanks."

I unlocked the door and we went inside. Poco ran up straight to me, well I thought he was coming to me, but he went over to Jungkook instead. That's weird Poco doesn't like strangers. Oh well.

"You want something to drink?"

:Water is fine

"Ok," I went over to refrigerator and saw a note on it

"Hi, honey

Sorry but we were needed back. We know that we don't get to spend that much time together and that's our fault, but we promise we will be home on time for your graduation.

Love,

Mom and Dad

p.s( give our condolences to Carter and his family for us.)

Of course they had to go back. Never home. Oh well as long as they keep sending my allowance it's fine.

I grabbed the water pitcher and poured two glasses. I entered the living room and sat them down on the table. Jungkook was already on his laptop, typing away.

"What you typing?"

:Just some ideas. I was thinking our book should be about a panda and a burrito. A panda goes on a quest to find a burrito.

"A panda and a burrito wow," I heard somebody say behind me," no wonder he doesn't talk." I turned around to see my least favorite person behind me, Hoodie.

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