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bangtanloverboys · 3 years ago

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something sick & twisted (i) // jjk

summary - all your life you considered yourself to be a good kid. you got good grades, went to church every sunday, didn’t go to any parties. you did anything you could to keep yourself on the path to heaven, even if it meant hiding some of the darkest parts of you to yourself. that was how you lived until one day, your no-good roommates decided to take you up to an abandoned cabin in the woods, where you begin to feel yourself corrupt from the inside out

pairing - demon!jungkook x church boy!reader

genre - suspense, smut

word count - 11.4k

warnings - internalized homophobia, catholic guilt, reader is a bit of a straight edge, kinda incubus!jungkook but also not really?, toxic friendships, drugs use (marijuana), driving while intoxicated/high, head injury, hospitals, kinda unconsensual touching?, clubbing, alcohol consumption, kitty gang!jimin shows up, sex dream, blowjob, paranoia, sleep deprivation, (former) youth group leader!namjoon, homophobic parents, masturbation, shame, lot’s of conflicted feelings, voyeurism, some degradation, slight man handling, name calling, spit as lube/improper prep (please don’t do that), loss of virginity, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, top!jungkook, bottom!reader, gay sex, unprotected sex (also don’t do that), non-explicitng praying during sex (um), crying during sex, kinda dacryphilia, marking, accidental selling of the soul

author’s note - the infamous gay demon jungkook is here. . . and here’s here to fuck shit up. i would like to note that if you are religious, i do not recommend reading this. @tipsydipsydo since you asked to be tagged. . . hope you enjoy also big shout out to @crazy4myself for being my beta for this ily

part ii

All throughout your life, you knew there was something off about you. You could never figure out what it was exactly, but you knew you weren’t like the other boys at your church. It got even more apparent when you started school. You don’t know what it was as you’d play in the dirt, on the field, on the playground with all the other guys; goofing around and having fun. But there was just a piece of you that knew you couldn’t relate to them, entirely.

One day, you were walking past the swingset where a couple of girls were whispering amongst themselves. Curious, you circled around them to get a bit closer. Being as careful as possible, you were able to get close enough to hear them.

“I think Lucas is the cutest boy in class!”

“No! He’s not!”

“It’s Lucas! And I’m gonna marry him, he’s gonna be my boyfriend one day.”

You were taken aback by their conversation. Not because they were talking about boys, but because they were wrong. The cutest boy in your class was Eric, the boy who sat next to you during reading time and always read Percy Jackson. You’d peer over the edge of your own book to watch his eyes wildly follow the lines on the paper. Sure you lost points for not reading the required amount of pages you were supposed to, but it was worth it.

It wasn’t until the following Sunday that you learned it was wrong.

You sat in horror as the preacher talked about how boys liking other boys was wrong and that they were going to burn in Hell. Shame burned deep in your soul as he continued to talk about how much God hated queer folk. If God hated homosexuals. . . did He hate you too? Looking at your parents, you saw them nod in agreement. Did they hate you too?

After that mass, you made a point not to sit next to Eric anymore. Not that he noticed anyways, he wasn’t exactly your friend. Every night, you prayed to God begging Him not to hate you. To change you, to understand that you didn’t want to be that way. But every day, you still woke up the same.

It wasn’t until you were in a middle school sex ed class that homosexuality was brought up again. The teacher asked the class what they homosexuality was. Prepared with what you had learned from church, you raised your hand proudly, ready to answer. When she called on you, you answered that it was a sin. Within an instant the class erupted into gasps. The teacher gave you a pitiful smile before telling you that it wasn’t a sin and there was nothing inherently wrong with it.

That Tuesday afternoon, you swore the sun shined a little brighter. If it wasn’t wrong, then maybe God didn’t hate you! He loved everyone, maybe the gay thing was a mistake and He did love you! You weren’t going to burn in Hell! When you got home from school and your parents asked you what you learned, you eagerly responded with what the teacher said that being gay wasn’t a sin and that it was okay. The joy you felt earlier melted away into fear as you watched your parents’ faces harden. Your mom stood up from the dinner table, saying she needed to make a call. Leaving you alone with your father, who talked with you for the next 30 minutes about how that teacher was wrong and that you should never ever be gay. You were transferred out of that school.

Years passed and you buried those thoughts and feelings deep inside. You locked it away in a little box and threw away the key. God loved you and He wouldn’t make you gay. . . But it didn’t make sense as to why you were.

Knowing your mortal sin, you did everything in your power to make up for it. To prove to Him that you were never going to act on your desire and be the child of God you were: you prayed every night before bed, went to church every Sunday with your family, attended every Youth Group field trip; you never swore, drank, smoked, partied. Nothing. You were the picture perfect child to the picture perfect family.

You even had a girlfriend! Although not for very long. Her name was Aera, one of if not the most beautiful girls in school. You dated her for a few months before it ended abruptly. You took her to Senior Prom and when you were driving home, she got rather. . . handsy. By the time you parked, she all but pounced on you. Straddling you, she kissed you feverishly. You sat there frozen, not knowing what to do as her hand traveled down south, where you were still soft in your pants. After a few minutes of you not responding, she pulled away, eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you gay or something?”

“No!” You blurted out, “I-I’m just not ready!”

“Well when are you gonna be ready? It’s been 3 months and I’ve been hinting at it for weeks! Hell, that was the first time we even kissed!” She exclaimed as she pulled herself off of you.

“I-I want to wait until marriage,” you muttered, the excuse falling flat on your tongue. It was true though, you wanted to wait for marriage and wait for the right person. But if you were honest with yourself, that wasn’t the entire reason.

Rolling her eyes at you, she told you to call her when you weren’t gonna be such a prude. You didn’t call her back.

The remainder of your time at highschool, you didn’t date. Claiming to be too busy studying and your parents didn’t mind. They liked the idea of a studious son, they were proud of it also. Bragging to the other people at your parish on how you never did anything bad, like most of the other kids at your school. The closer you got to graduation, the more they started suggesting Catholic colleges and Universities nearby that either they went to or thought were good schools; but you didn’t want those. You wanted to go to school in a different place, meet and see new people. It took a bit of cooperation, but you were finally able to convince your parents to let you go to a regular college as long as you held up to three rules: stay on top of your school work, don’t go out partying, and most importantly, go to church.

All of which you managed pretty fine; you were only at college to get an education, nothing more and nothing less. For the past 3 years, those rules still held up and your past roommates were pretty understanding of them and respected your space.

That was until you got two new roommates, Taehyung and Soekjin, who made an unending game of trying to get you to abandon those rules. A few weeks into the semester, they seemed to have dropped the issue, or so you had thought.

One night, you were running late for an evening Saturday mass. You’d accidentally missed church last Sunday and it was nearing the weekend and this was the only time you felt you could make it up. It was by mere coincidence that your roommates were also going out that night and offered to drop you off. Relief flooded through you as you accepted the offer, they finally seemed to have learned to respect you. The three of you climbed into Seokjin’s car and you were off. A few minutes go by and you spotted the church in the windshield, and got ready for them to turn into the parking lot. Only the turn wasn’t never made.

“Uh, guys? You passed it.” You questioned, gesturing to the building that was slowly shrinking into the distance. Looking up, you saw both of them grinning at each other.

Seokjin made eye contact with you in his rearview mirror. “We know.”

Turning in his seat to face you, Taehyung began to speak. “We just thought that you should be spending your Saturday night doing something fun! You’re almost 21 and you’re still following your parents' rules. Live a little.”

“Those-those aren’t my parents’ rules, I willingly want to go?!” Your explanation fell on deaf ears as Taehyung shifted back in his seat to face the front. He opened up the center console, digging around until he pulled out a plastic baggie with two neatly rolled joints. “What are you-”

Before the question even fully left your mouth, he took one of them out and to his lips. Pulling a lighter from his pockets, he lit the joint. He took a deep inhale before facing you again. “Wanna hit?” Blowing the a thick cloud of smoke in your face.

“No-!” Your shout was cut off with a cough as you accidentally inhaled the smoke. “Turn around now. I’m not comfortable with this!”

“Relax, dude. We’re almost there.” Seokjin chimed in as Taehyung passed the joint to him, his eyes never leaving the road as he took a hit. “You’ve done nothing but study and church, study and church. The school year is almost over and you haven’t done anything!”

“Because I didn’t want to do anything else, now where are we going?!” You were close to screaming as you looked out the windows, seeing nothing but trees and wilderness surrounding the road. You felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. “Turn around please!”

“Okay dude, you seriously need to chill.” Taehyung scoffed, blatantly ignoring your pleas. “Either take a hit, or shut up.”

Tears that welled up in your eyes burned as you blinked them back. There were many things you allowed Taehyung and Seokjin to get away with so far: you never bagered them about the smoking or the drinking, or coming home late and intoxicated. In fact, there was more than enough occasion where you’d walk in on them either giving or receiving sexual acts to both women and men alike! You’d ignore the burn in your cheeks and the dark twist in your gut as you slammed the door shut. You respected them and their choices, you had hoped they would do the same for you. But you had thought wrong.

Helpless in the situation, you bit your tongue. Your hand immediately went to the cross that hung around your neck, trying to find any comfort for your current situation. Closing your eyes, you began to pray. Praying for God to do anything to help you get out of this car and back home. Yet nothing happened. You knew God worked in mysterious ways, but you really needed a miracle right about now and the lack of one wasn’t making your chances look any brighter.

Fifteen minutes had passed when the car finally stopped. Opening your eyes, you saw the headlights shine onto the front of an old hunting cabin. You watched as Taehyung stubbed out the joint on the leather of the seat, adding onto the several other burn marks along the edge of the seat.

“We’re here.” Seokjin announced as he opened his door, stepping out into the cool night air, the smoke curling around him.

You remained seated in the car, refusing to move.

“Come on, Y/N! We promise it’s nothing too bad.” Taehyung whined. “We just want to show you this, then we’ll take you back to the dorm.”

Taking a deep breath, you met his eyes. “Promise?”

“Scouts honor,” he responded, pressing his hand over his heart.

“Five minutes,” was all you said as you climbed out of the car. Taehyung let out a little cheer as you took in the sight of the cabin before you. The front windows appeared to be broken and the deck looked half rotted away. Despite all the clear evidence pointing to it being abandoned, you felt like something was staring at you from inside. Whatever it was, it clearly wasn’t friendly.

“Alright, let’s go.” Taehyung giddily rubbed his hands together as Seokjin turned on his phone's flash.

Taking careful steps, you all made your way up to the front door that was creaking as it swang idly in the door frame. The feeling of being watched only grew stronger the longer you stood on the front step. Seokjin pushed the door completely open, shining his phone light inside. From the small light, you caught glimpses of red spray paint and taxidermied deer heads on the walls. He took a couple steps forward, Taehyung following close behind. You were about to take your step in, but Seokjin’s phone flashed over some of the graffiti, revealing several pentagrams and demonic looking symbols sprayed all over the walls. You froze in the doorway, your mind and body refusing to step foot near unholy imagery.

“Get in here!” Taehyung grabbed your wrist, trying to drag you into the cabin by force.

“No. You showed me the freaky house. Take me home.” You resisted his grip, but unfortunately he was stronger than you and pulled you in. As you stumbled in, you heard a loud crunch underfoot. Flinching, you slowly lifted your foot to see the broken fragments of what looked like an animal skull. Feeling the scream coming, you slapped your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle it.

Seokjin scoffed at your reaction. “It’s already dead, not like you can hurt it anymore.”

The tears you’d been holding back for so long began to blur your vision as you glared at him. Fed up with your roommates’ behavior, you turned on your heel, ready to walk back out towards the way you came. You did not want to spend another second in the demonic household, but Taehyung stepped in front of you, preventing you from leaving.

“Nothing is going to come grab you, bro. There’s nothing’s gonna happen.” As if on cue, one of the mounted deer heads fell to the ground, startling you. “Okay maybe stuff is gonna fall because shit’s old as hell. But isn’t this place cool? Seokjin and I heard some of our classmates talk about this place and we wanted to check it out.”

“Yeah, some years ago some kids tried summoning a demon and they started doing messed up shit, like they had no conscience whatsoever.” Seokjin explained as he looked closer at the symbols on the wall. “They got locked up before anything could do anything worse, but they all blamed it on the demon they summoned. Telling them to give into their dark desires.” As he talked, you felt Taehyung standing closer behind you. Almost uncomfortably close. “And according to them, the demon is still around, still at this house.”

“If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not funny. Can we leave now?” You could feel Taehyung practically breathing down your neck, causing heat to crawl over your body. Every bone in your body was telling you to run, but with Taehyung right behind you, you know he’d grab you and keep you here even longer.

Rustling on the other side of the room had your eyes snap over. There stood Taehyung, poking at the fallen deer head with his foot. A strange mix of relief and fear washed over your body. If Taehyung was over then who was standing behind you?

Your brain tried to rationalize the situation. Perhaps you were on edge and imagining things, the stuff about demons getting to your head. Or maybe you were contact high from being trapped in that car for so long. No matter how many rational solutions you came up with, none of them felt right. You felt the presence get closer to you, hot air brushing against the shell of your ear like someone was breathing right on it; the faintest touch of lips grazing against your skin.

“Boo.”

You let out a blood curdling scream as you whipped your body around, throwing your arms about in an attempt to shake off the heated presence that remained attached to your body. You heard the concern calls of Seokjin and Taehyung, trying their best to calm you down. Ignoring them, you bolted out the door, ready to make your way back towards the car and away from this place forever. As you bounded across the deck, you hit a weak spot. The rotted wood giving away to your weight, before you knew it, the world went dark.

The next thing you knew you were lying down on a bed, machines beeping beside you and antiseptics filled your senses. You were in a hospital. In seconds it all started coming back to you: your roommates, the cabin, the paranoia, the presence. All coupled with a painful throbbing in your skull, reminding you of how you got there.

Peeling your eyes open, it was bright and blurry; you were able to make out two figures on the other side of the room. They must’ve noticed you waking up because you heard hushed comments and a set of footsteps left the room. Before you knew it, Taehyung appeared overhead. “H-hey Y/N, you with us?”

“What happened?” You muttered.

“You hit your head running out- listen, the doctor-”

“He’s finally awake!” A female voice cut him off, directing both of your attention to her. “Hey Y/N, I’m Dr. Lee. How’s your head?”

“Hurts. How long was I out?” You questioned as the world got more into focus. Glancing out the window, you could see the sky was still dark so it couldn’t have been too long. . . unless it’s been longer than that.

“Only a few hours,” the doctor reassured you with a smile. “Your friends here said you took a tumble at a party, right?”

Your eyes darted to Tae and Jin, who were behind the doctor silently pleading for you to go along with it. They knew what they did was wrong, seeing as they technically kidnapped you. They put your life at risk. They deserved to face the consequences of their actions, you technically could sue them. But then the face of your parents came into view. You knew that if you fessed up about them driving high and taking you to some demonic abandoned cabin, you’d never hear the end of it. You couldn’t tell the truth. You’ve never lied before, and the mere thought of it had you feeling worse than your already pounding head.

“Right.” Your voice was flat. Behind Dr. Lee, you saw Seokjin and Tae quietly sing your praises as you lied to her, feeling sick to your stomach.

“Gotcha. Good news is your ankle isn’t sprained or broken, but considering your head injury we’d like to keep you overnight for observation.” She explained. “Your friends are more than welcome to stay-”

“No!” You cut her off. Dr. Lee gave you a bewildered look. “Sorry, it’s just. We’re roommates and maybe I can get some sleep.” You chuckled, to which she seemed to understand. After a few more minutes of checking you up, she told you a nurse would be around with some meds for you then bid you goodbye, leaving you alone with Taehyung and Seokjin once again.

“Hey man, you’re a real one-”

“Just go. I’m tired.” You huffed. While you doubted you’d get any sleep, you wanted to be alone. You needed to process what happened in that cabin and you didn’t need the two buffoons who brought you there to freak you out about it more. Plus, Seokjin snored so a quiet night away from the dorm was more than ideal, it doesn't matter that it’s spent in a hospital.

Nodding, they said goodbye, mentioning that they’ll pick you up in the morning. Door closed, you let out a sigh of relief. Finally alone, you leaned back onto the hospital bed, all the energy draining from your body. You figured that while you were waiting for a nurse to drop off your meds, it wouldn’t hurt resting your eyes a bit.

However the rest you received wasn’t exactly restful or comfortable; the dry sheets itching at your exposed skin and a sticky heat crawling down your back. Shifting in the bed, you tried to ignore it, thinking it could possibly be the IV going through your body. The heat only grew though, inching all over your body. As the heat moved, it slowly felt more like. . . hands? Was someone touching you? You laid still, trying to gauge if someone else was in the room with you. Yet you heard nothing; no breathing, no rustling of clothing, nothing. Yet you felt someone was in the room with you and was touching you.

The heat made its way along the front of your torso, circling its way over your pelvic bone. The invisible hands dragged their way over until they rested right above your dick. You held your breath, wanting this sick nightmare to be over. The heart monitor you were connected to was beeping speedily as the unseen fingertips started to drop lower and lower. You could feel the large palm of the hand begin to press against you, causing all the blood in your body to rush towards your cock. This had never happened before. You weren’t sure if you hated it or wanted it to continue. You didn’t move though, your body frozen in a silent dilemma of letting it happen or opening your eyes and confronting the person touching you.

Opposite side of the room, you heard the door click and suddenly the heat left you. Your eyes snapped open, finding a nurse with a tray of medication in hand. Your head swung about the room, but you saw no one else.

“Sorry if I woke you, I have your meds.” The nurse chuckled. You felt your heart was still racing but the monitor's rhythmic beat was unphased as she approached you. She couldn’t have been that much older than you, you noted. She also seemed to be very peppy for the late hour; but you welcomed it, liking her cheerful attitude as a small distraction. She handed you a small cup of colorful capsules, explaining which ones were which and a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” you responded after you downed the meds, gulping down the water. After that strange dream? Hot flash? your body welcomed the cool liquid.

“It’s no problem,” the nurse reassured as you handed her back the small plastic cup. “If you need anything else, press this button right here.” She pointed to the remote that was tucked in the side of the bed, the button labeled NURSE, as she made her way towards the door.

“Got it.” You nodded. Laying back against the pillow, you shut your eyes. But you could still feel someone was in the room. Unsure if the nurse had left yet, you peeked out of one eye to see if you were alone and you were. You chalked it up to residual paranoia from the dream, but you still felt watched. Closing your eyes again, you muttered a prayer under your breath. You prayed for God to give you a speedy recovery, and for Him to give you a sense of peace from the evening's events. After that, you were able to sleep a bit more easily, yet you still felt a presence in the corner of the room watching you.

A few days have passed since the cabin incident as you’ve dubbed it, and you haven’t spoken much to either Taehyung or Seokjin since they picked you up from the hospital after you received a clean bill of health. Which was an awfully hard task, considering you all shared a dorm. But it was needed. Sooner the semester got over the sooner you’d never have to see them again.

Unfortunately the strange hot presence you felt at the hospital came with you, always crawling around the back of your neck. You swore you could hear it whispering in your ear sometimes, making you think of things you never in a million years would do. You’d find yourself staring at the half empty bottles of alcohol that Seokjin and Taehyung would leave around the room, imagining yourself drinking them and getting drunk. Or late at night right after you said your nightly prayer, your mind would flash back to one of the many times you walked in on Taehyung going down on some guy you remember seeing on campus; you’d imagine yourself in Taehyung’s place. On your knees, your mouth stuffed full of-

You’d manage to catch yourself before your mind wandered a bit too far. It was like the angel and devil on your shoulder; only your angel was missing, leaving you alone with the devil, telling you to give in to your darkest desires.

The thoughts not only plagued your mind when you were awake but when you slept as well. You were never even able to fully remember the dream in its entirety but you were always able to remember the heat that engulfed your entire body and a dark pair of eyes, staring deep into you. You could still feel the eyes on you when you’d wake in the middle of the night, your dick hard and begging to cum. One time, you were unconsciously grinding into your mattress, and you knew how close you were. It was so tempting to give in and let yourself go, the eyes still freshly seared into your mind. But you couldn’t. It was dirty and wrong. With tears in your eyes, you silently prayed to be free of the torment.

The morning of your twenty-first birthday rolled around. It was a Friday, you had nothing to really do that day. Peeling your eyes open, you stared up at Taehyung’s bed above you, not wanting to look down because you already knew what would happen if you looked. Unfortunately, you’re getting used to waking up with an nearing on painful morning wood, you have begun a routine of cold showers in the morning, not wanting your roommates to see you. Gathering your things, you made your way to the showers. Maybe if the water gets cold enough, it’ll freeze the hot presence that’s attached itself to you. You think that every time you take the shower, and still as soon as you leave the icy shower, the heat creeps right back up your body.

By the time you return to your dorm, Seokjin and Taehyung are awake; Taehyung still sitting in his bunk, legs dangling over the side. When you pushed open the door, he met your eyes and a boxy smile grew on his face.

“Ay, there he is! Man of the hour! Happy birthday, dude!” He cheered as you dropped your pajamas into your dirty laundry.

“Thanks,” you sighed as you laid back down on your bed, pulling out your phone.

“You gonna do anything today?” Seokjin asked.

You shrugged, you didn’t really have any plans. You didn’t have many friends on campus, one of the many sacrifices you made for focusing on your education. Then with your parents living a few hours away, it was unlikely you’d be able to celebrate with them. Your parents didn’t like drinking anything other than a glass of wine at dinner. Having tasted wine already multiple times each time you had communion, you don’t think you’d have a good time.

“You’re not doing anything for your 21st? You’re a full on legal adult, and you’re not gonna do anything?”

“Yeah, let us treat you to something.” Jin offered. “See it as a way for us to repay you for. . . you know.” He added on, not so subtly referencing the start of your constant mental torture.

You opened your mouth to decline, but the words that came out were: “Sure, why not.”

The statement had both you and your roommates frozen in shock. You can’t believe you agreed to that, you want to be mad. You want to be angry and take it back, but the words don’t come out, stuck in the back of your throat. Tae and Jin ignore your state of shock and let out a cheer, happy that you finally agreed to do something quote-unquote not lame.

The entire rest of the day you tried to figure out a way to cancel on them; making up a phone appointment with your mother, a test coming up, a book you wanted to read. Ever since the night where you lied to the doctor, you’ve found lying a bit easier and it was something else added onto your growing list of sins. But the voice in the back of your head told you that they were small, innocent lies. They shouldn’t have that big of any consequence, right?

They dismissed each and every excuse you threw at them, adamant that they were going to give you the best birthday ever. When you refused to get ready, Seokjin all but threw some of your nice Sunday clothes at you after pulling them from your dresser. With no other choice, you let it happen. Best case scenario, they take you to some bar and they’ll buy you something strong that’ll make you sick in minutes, forcing the night to end there. Alas, it didn’t appear they were taking you to a bar.

No, they were taking you to a new club that had just opened that weekend downtown. The three of you waited a near hour in line outside the building before getting let in. Once inside, it looked just as one would expect a club to look. Colorful lights danced across the overly crowded room, the bass of the music thumping loud in your ears. You hated yourself for agreeing to going in the first place, yet that twisted part in you was intrigued by it all. Several times you caught yourself staring at the couples as you passed by them. They didn’t seem to care, too wrapped up in their own pleasure to notice you.

Taehyung and Seokjin led you straight to the bar, where they called for the attention of one of the bartenders, who looked like he would rather be anywhere else.

“What can I get for you?” He asked, shouting a bit over the loud music.

“It’s his 21st! Got anything you’d recommend?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows, obviously hoping that maybe it would lower the price on the drinks you’ll order.

Shifting his attention to you, the bartender asked, “What do you like?”

“Uhh, something easy?” You shrugged, having no idea what to do or say. You were way out of your element.

The bartender blinked at you for a moment. “I’ll make you a Long Island Iced Tea.”

You leaned over to Seokjin beside you. “Is that a good one?”

He didn’t really give you a response, as his eyes were locked on the crowd. Following his gaze, you saw he’d made eye contact with a girl on the dance floor, and was slowly inching in that direction. Rolling your eyes, you turned to face Taehyung again, but he wasn’t there anymore. Glancing around, you found him grinding on the ass of a guy.

You whipped your head back in front of you, just in time for the bartender to give you your drink. Before you could take it, he asked for your card to pay for the drink. With both Seokjin and Taehyung occupied, it gave you no other choice than to pull out your debit card and hand it over to him with a sigh. So much for it being their treat.

You don’t move from your place at the bar, sipping your drink as you observe the people around you indulge themselves. After a while, you slowly got used to your surroundings. The boom of the music didn’t shake you to your core, and the drink you’d ordered wasn’t all that bad. However, you began to feel the familiar sticky heat surround you accompanied by the sensation of someone watching you.

Turning away from your drink you stared into the sea of people. With the low lighting and the constant movement, it was difficult to make out anything in particular but something compelled you to continue to stare into the crowd. It was hard to see in the dark, but eventually you spotted who was staring at you and it was a pair of eyes you never thought you’d see wide awake. Leaning against the wall, was a young man, not much older than you, dressed head to toe in red. His long dark hair was slicked back, fully exposing his eyes to you. The same dark eyes you see every night when you go to bed. The air was sucked from your lungs as you gawked at him, unsure of what to do. When you had met his gaze, he didn’t turn around or play coy, only continued to watch you with heavy lidded eyes. With a smirk playing on his lips, he winked at you before vanishing behind a group of people.

You couldn’t believe what you just saw. The eyes from your dream staring right at you, ready to devour you at any given moment. It had to be the alcohol, no. You were drunk and seeing things. Can you see things when you’re drunk? Or was that a drugged thing? Either way, you couldn’t have seen those eyes. They weren’t real, they were some sort of strange figment of your imagination.

A tap on your shoulder jerked you out of your spiral. Turning, an extremely beautiful man stood before you; his faded pink hair perfectly tousled, and a smirk pulling on his plump lips.

“Hey cutie,” his voice was low as he placed his hand on your knee. You froze. Never once in your life has a man ever flirted with you. You were unsure how fast your heart was beating or if it was even still beating at all. “How’re you doing tonight?”

“I- uh, good.” You stuttered out. Was the music getting louder? “H-how are you?”

“Oh what a gentleman,” he purred as his hand crawled up your thigh, his touch was burning. Almost like it was searing into your skin. “I’m doing good. Thank you. . . What are you doing here tonight, hmm?”

“It’s-It’s my birthday.”

“Oooh,” that seemed to intrigue him even more. “Then, why don’t you let me say happy birthday?” His hand was now dangerously close to your dick, already growing harder against your slacks.

If your face wasn’t already red, it certainly was now, your cheeks burning as the beautiful man’s gaze flickered down. The voice in your head grew louder, telling you to give in. To let it happen, to indulge yourself in a little sin. You opened your mouth, but before the words were able to come out, you slapped your hand over your mouth.

The action startled the man in front of you, giving you a puzzling look. “Hey if you don’t want to-”

You don’t let him finish. You scrambled off your seat and made your way towards the exit, not caring that your roommates were still in the building. You needed to get as far away from the club as possible.

It took a couple hours, but you walked all the way back to campus, not even really caring that you should’ve ordered an Uber. You needed penance, that walk was going to serve at it. You couldn’t believe yourself for what had happened. The small sliver of you that wanted it, that wanted to accept the stranger’s offer. You wanted to throw up, you were so disgusted with yourself. You didn’t deserve an Uber home, you deserved to walk home.

It was nearing 3 am by the time you reached your dorm, you weren’t even sure if Tae and Jin were back yet. You didn’t really care, all you could think about was the aching in your feet and how badly you wanted to sleep. Throwing off your shoes, you flopped into your bunk, not bothering to change out of the nice clothes you were in.

Alas, even in the world of dreams you couldn’t escape. You dreamt of the beautiful pink haired stranger, his plump lips wrapped around your cock. Mind muddled with lust, you bucked into his mouth, you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed release. You were so close to it too, it was only a matter of seconds. The stranger around your dick met your eyes, and you could feel your gut twist in knots. Overwhelmed, you turned to face the wall, not wanting to see what you knew would happen next. Instead of meeting the wall, you’re face to face with the man and his dark eyes that have been haunting you. A choked moan slipped past your lips, unable to divert your eyes away from his.

“Look at him.” A voice rang in your head. While you did not recognize it, you knew it came from the man. “Look at him while you cum.”

Compelled to follow the order, you glanced down to the pink haired stranger just as the knot in your stomach snapped, shooting your cum into his soft warm mouth. Tears pricked at your eyes as waves of pleasure washed over you. Lewds slurps echoed in the room as he gulped down your release. He pulled himself off you with an obscene pop.

“Naughty boy.”

You awoke with a start, breathing so hard it felt like you had run 10 miles. The sun shining out your window and the snoring of your roommates had you sighing, it was a dream. It wasn’t real. Moving to sit up, you notice the crotch of your pants are wet. Cringing, you pushed your cover away to reveal a dark circle of wetness in your nice pants. Your eyes welled up as you got up, gathering fresh clothes as quickly as you could, rushing towards the bathroom.

Dressed in clean clothes, you stared yourself down in the mirror, disgusted with what you’ve become. You used to be so. . . good. Yet ever since that night, that stupid night at that cabin, something has changed you. Because ever since, you felt that heat attached itself to you, you’ve felt dirty and gross. No matter how many times you showered, you’ll never be clean of it.

Unsure what else to do or where to go, you found yourself walking the few blocks to your church. Pulling open the heavy doors, you stepped into the chapel. Usually when you go to church, regardless if there is mass or not, you feel all the tension leave your body. Not this time. It felt like it wound up even tighter.

You walked past all the pews until you were in front of the altar. Quietly as you could, you tugged the pew kneeler down. Kneeling down, you pressed your hands together, you squeezed your eyes shut, and you prayed. You prayed to God that He’ll forgive you for what you’ve become and for Him to free you of this horrible nightmare that you’ve been living in. You begged Him to deliver you from the sin of your own thoughts. As you prayed, the heat that you’ve grown all too familiar with creeped along your neck, like it was mocking you. Telling you that no matter how much you prayed, or how much you wished to be free, you could never escape it.

The following weeks, you made every point to avoid sleep and those dreams. You’d stay up hours past the usual time you fall asleep, even up longer than Seokjin and Tae who already stayed up pretty late. You’d stay up reading, completing assignments and studying for tests that weren’t going to happen for a while. The only sleep you’d get was maybe a few hours, but that was only when your body couldn’t stay up any more. Most of the time you’d end up falling asleep at your desk, passing out from complete exhaustion.

You were absolutely miserable, and it showed as your grades started slipping. By the time Spring Break rolled around, you went from straight As to Cs and Ds. You were glad that parents didn’t get emails or updates on your grades in college because they certainly would have a lot to say.

Getting out of the car, you stared up at your childhood home. You came home for break every semester, but this time around, you truly didn’t want to be here. After the last few weeks, you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. But you had no other choice, wanting to appear as if nothing was wrong, you had to see your family.

Shouldering your backpack, you walked up the gravel walkway to the front door. You knocked three times before your mother swung the door open, a bright smile on her face.

“Oh my baby boy is home!” She cooed as she moved to hug you.

“Hi mom.” You sighed as you hugged her back. For a moment, you forgot about everything that happened the past few weeks. You forgot all about the cabin, the dreams, the eyes, the club. Everything. At that moment, you were just a boy hugging his mom. Eventually the moment had to end and she pulled away.

You watched as her face morphed from happy to concerned. “Honey, have you been doing alright? You look tired.”

“Just. . . been having trouble sleeping.” You shrugged.

“Oh, well, go to bed early tonight and sleep in as late as you want. You’re on break now!” She cheered as she fully stepped away from you and into the house. “Come on, we actually have a bit of a surprise for you too.”

Lacing her arm with yours, she all but dragged you into the kitchen where there stood your father and-

“Namjoon?!”

With the call of his name, he turned to face you, his dimpled grin fully on display. Instantly, you felt warmth spread across your cheeks. Having gone to the same parish as you, Namjoon had been your Youth Group leader when you were in middle school and you thought he was absolutely wonderful; he was always so kind and thoughtful and caring. He was everything you wanted to be in a person. You’d heard plenty of the girls in your group gossip amongst themselves about how hot they thought he was and while you hated it, you agreed. At first you thought you could ignore it; you’d sit next to him and talk to him as often as you could during and after the group meeting. But the closer you felt you got with him, the more you realized the feelings weren’t platonic anymore. Almost overnight, your behavior towards him changed. You’d sit further away from him or in the back, you would only talk to him when absolutely necessary. You thought you were subtle about it, but he had noticed the drastic change; constantly checking up on you and asking if you were doing alright, none of which helped you in your endeavor to stop liking him. Eventually when you aged out of his group, you made a point to not contact him at all. In fact, the last time you think you have even heard of Namjoon was when he got married back in the fall. Your parents had received the invitation, but due to you being away for college, you missed the ceremony.

“Hey, Y/N! How’ve you been?” He held out his hand for you to shake. As you did so, you felt the familiar heat dragging down your spine. You immediately dropped his hand, as if he was on fire.

Before he could ask what that was, you answered his question. “Good, good. Just been dealing with school. Nothing much has been happening.”

“Ah, come on, don’t be so modest.” Your father boomed as he put an arm over your shoulders. “He’s the best in his class, aren’t you, son?”

“Y-yeah, definitely.” You squeaked as the lie stumbled over your lips, not even thinking twice about it. The heat continued to steadily inch down your back, creeping along until it reached the waist of your jeans. You squirmed against your father’s hold, you weren’t sure how long you were going to last until it reached. . . other places.

“It was also his birthday not too long ago, Mr. Twenty-One.” Your dad boasted.

“Oh really well, happy belated birthday.” Namjoon smiled at you, bowing his head a bit. The heat made its way over to your ass and you felt it squeeze you. It took every fiber of you to not make any drastic movement, not wanting to make any more of a scene.

“Thank you.” You said, giving him a tight smile in return.

“We were about to sit down for lunch, would you like to join us or would you like to settle in?” Your mom interjected.

Meaning your options were to either suffer through a lunch with the presence touching you and potentially making a fool of yourself, or to hide in your room, leaving you alone with it. That thought alone was enough reason for you to agree to lunch.

Beaming, your mom took your backpack from you saying she’ll put it in your room while you, Namjoon, and your dad went to the backyard where the patio table was all set up. When you sat down, the heat left your body. Which you were thankful for, maybe you could get through the rest of the afternoon without any trouble from it. As you sat quietly, Namjoon and your dad continued their conversation before you came in. It was a few minutes until your mother returned, food in hand. You thanked her as she prepared your plate and handed it to you. You ate in silence, listening to what your parents and Namjoon talked about things that had been happening recently, both in the church and in your family.

“So Y/N, you have a girlfriend yet?” Your former Youth Group leader asked, taking a sip of his lemonade.

“Oh- No, not yet. Haven’t found anyone.” You answered, giving a tight smile. “I like to focus more on school anyways.”

“Well that’s understandable,” he nodded. “But I do hope you find someone that you like soon.” He smiled.

“Thank you-”

“Oh, did you hear about Yoongi?” Your mother interjected.

“No? What happened, is he okay?” You asked. Min Yoongi was your next door neighbor and childhood best friend, but the two of you grew apart just before highschool started. So to hear his name brought up randomly was cause for a little concern.

“He says he’s bisexual and has a boyfriend!”

Soon as the words left her mouth, you froze in your seat. You were relieved that nothing bad happened to him, but jealousy and fear washed over your body. After all those years of friendship you had with him, you were suddenly disgusted with him, hating the fact you were such a close friend to someone disrespecting God like that. Yet at the same time, a small part deep inside you felt envious of him. Despite your internal conflict, the news had you looking tentatively to your father who was clenching his jaw.

“Oh really?” Namjoon spoke first, his tone sounding genuinely curious.

“Mmhmm, his parents were furious and kicked him out. Don’t think we’ll be seeing him again any time soon.” Your mother continued on as she ate her salad.

“Oh, is he going to be alright? Does he need help?” Namjoon furrowed his brows as he set his fork down.

“Don’t think he needs any help considering he chose his path.” Your father said as he whipped his face with a napkin. “Boys shouldn’t mess around with other boys, it’s just not natural. Right, Y/N?”

“Right, dad.” You murmured quietly, the words putting a sour taste in your mouth. You looked down at your plate, picking at it a bit. You wanted the floor to swallow you up. You wanted to scream and cry because you know that if they knew you were like Yoongi, they’d say the same things about you.

“I wouldn’t exactly say that, Mr. L/N.” Namjoon countered. “Being gay or bisexual isn’t unnatural, as we do see homosexuality among wild animals such as penguins, lions, and primates. These people aren’t choosing to be gay, they just are.”

“God made us the way we are, and He doesn’t make mistakes. Yoongi and all those other homos made their choice.” Your father argued, raising his voice ever so slightly. “What are you gay, Namjoon? You’re defending them so passionately.”

“No I’m not, but my wife is bisexual. Seeing as I’m an ally to her community, it’s only right I speak up on their behalf.” You swore for a moment he glanced in your direction. “But now I feel that I’m not exactly welcome here, so I think it’s time for me to go.”

“You don’t have to do that, Namjoon-” Your mother pleaded as he sat up.

“No, Mrs. L/N, I think I do.”

“I’ll walk you to the door.” You blurted out, catching everyone at the table off guard. Before your father could say a word, you were already out of your seat and walking back inside the house, Namjoon not too far behind you. You don’t turn to face him until you’re both at the front door. “I’m-I’m sorry about that. . .”

“It’s not your fault,” he reassured you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “People fear what they don’t understand.” He gave you a squeeze before dropping his hand. “And uh, if you ever need someone to talk to that’s not your parents or anything, here’s my card.” He pulled a small business card from his pocket, handing it to you.

“I’m not-” You began to defend yourself but he stopped you.

“I’m not saying you are, but I’m here for you. As a friend.”

The tips of your ears grew hot as you accepted his card. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” he smiled as he stepped out the front door. “Take care, Y/N.”

“You too.”

You watched as he walked down the pathway towards the sidewalk. You didn’t shut the door until he was out of sight. Once you couldn’t see him anymore, you shut the door. Feeling tears well up in your eyes, you made your way up to your room, not wanting to speak to your parents for the rest of the day.

You don’t speak much to your family the rest of your time there, both of them being too busy to entertain you anyways. You spend your time watching Netflix, consuming as many nature documentaries as you possibly could. When you do talk with your parents, it’s very superficial things over the dinner table.

The strange hot presence still lingers around you, although not as badly as it was when you were at the dorms. It felt weaker almost, like there wasn’t enough fuel around for it to continue. Despite its hindrance, the dreams were still prevalent, but not as bad as they were. The only thing in the dreams were dark eyes and the handsome stranger that they belonged to staring at you. You’d wake up in a cold sweat, those eyes never leaving your mind. You should’ve been relieved that the torment you had been experiencing was finally ceasing, it was the moment you had been praying for. But you almost missed it? You didn't understand why, seeing how the heat always made you feel dirty and shameful. Yet the moment you realized it was gone, you wanted it back.

The presence must’ve somehow read your mind because the last day of Spring Break, it had returned in full force. As you slept, you dreamt of the same man, loitering in the corner of the room observing you. Heat surrounded your body as he stared, taking the form of hands as it spread across your skin. As it groped you, you felt your cock harden in your boxers. A moan slipped out involuntarily. You didn’t know what part of you missed this, writhing in warped pleasure; but you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand it. The invisible hands made their way over to your neglected member, slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear. A firm grip wrapped around your cock, squeezing it. You bit your lip, trying your best to prevent any noises from falling from you. The invisible hand began to pump you at an agonizingly slow pace, driving you mad. But just before you reached that sweet release. Your eyes snapped open, your body still covered in the blazing heat.

A low whine escaped you as you slowly came to your senses. Unable to bear the sweltering heat, you pulled off your covers, exposing your sweat-soaked skin to the cool air of your bedroom. You could still feel the aching hard on in your boxers. You were so close to coming in your dream, and you probably still were even now. It probably wouldn’t even take much if you were to-

No. You couldn’t do that. You couldn’t touch yourself. It was wrong, but you could feel your cock practically begging for it to be touched. Your eyes began to burn with tears as you came to your decision. You squeezed your eyes shut as your trembling hand traveled over your boxers. You give yourself an experimental squeeze, eliciting a gasp from you. You then slid your hand underneath.

Your tip was already leaking pre-cum and you hissed as you smeared it with your thumb. You pumped your cock at a cautious pace. Letting out a cry as you struggled to make yourself feel as good as you did in the dream.

“What did I do to deserve this?” You whined out.

“You did nothing.” A deep voice has you sitting up in bed, your hand still loosely wrapped around your cock. The voice is familiar, you’ve heard it before. You know you have. The voice came from the corner of your room, it’s dark for a moment before a figure stepped out from it. Your breath caught as The man with the dark eyes that’s been haunting you for so long revealed himself. He was dressed in the same outfit from the club all those weeks ago; his animal print shirt more apparent in the low lighting of your bedroom. You opened your mouth to ask who he was, but words failed to come out. You had to still be dreaming. You had to be stuck in some sort of dream hellscape now as your punishment for missing the torture. “I promise you, you’ve done absolutely nothing.” You watched as his lustful dark eyes drank in your desperate form, a proud smirk on his face.

“Then why is this happening to me?” Your voice returned to you as you pulled your hand from your boxers. “I can’t do this anymore, I want it to stop. Please make it stop.” You pleaded with the stranger as he walked over to your bed. If this was a dream, you might as well let it happen.

“You want me to make it stop?” He asked, his hand finding your ankle, tracing up your leg. “How badly?”

“So bad. Please please please, I’ll do anything- give anything for it to stop, please!” You begged him.

“Anything?” His hand traveled further up your leg, reaching your thigh.

“Yes, anything!” You cried.

“Give yourself to me and I’ll make it stop. Once I’m done with you, you won’t feel bad anymore. I promise.” He was dangerously close to your dick, his hand barely grazing over the soiled fabric. Tentatively, you nodded. The stranger’s face grew into a wicked grin as he leaned in close. “That’s all I need.”

Surging forward, his lips met yours, kissing you at a brutal, almost bruising pace. Distracting you with his mouth; his hand pressed against your cock, eliciting a whine from you that he swallowed as he kissed you. He pulled away from your lips, leaving you to chase after them. He cooed at your attempt, but shushed you.

“I’m in charge here,” he whispered, nibbling a bit at your ear. He kissed down the column of your neck and chest, leaving behind a trail of red and purple marks. Marks that would be gone by the time you awoke from the dream. As he sucked on your neck, his hand slipped past the band of your boxers. “You’re so hard, aren’t you little boy?”

You nodded fervently. “Please.”

“Please what? Are you gonna use your words like a big boy?” He teased as his hand began pumping your cock at a much faster rate than you were, driving you to the edge almost instantly.

“Fuck me! Please fuck me! I need it, make it stop, please!” You babbled, desperate for him to fulfill his promise and take it away; take away the heat, the pain, the want. Just take it all. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

With his free hand, the stranger pushed you to lay back down on the bed. Now hovering over you, he kissed you again, licking at the seam of your lips for you to open up. To which you did, and you welcome the intrusion. His tongue tangled with yours as he played with you, drinking in your weak mewls.

You felt like the world was spinning all around you, unable to tell what was up from down or left from right. Your body heat rose little by little as the stranger pleasured you. You could feel your gut tighten, getting closer to orgasm.

“I’m-I’m gonna-” You sputtered.

Just as you were about to reach your climax, he ripped his hand away, denying you your orgasm.

“No, no! You said you were gonna make it stop!”

“Not like that.” He leered as he pulled away from you. You weren’t given full time to mourn his presence or your orgasm, because he tugged down your boxers, your erection slapping against your stomach. Immediately you felt your face heat up as his eyes darkened. Your hands went to cover yourself, but his hands grabbed your wrists. “No.” He ordered. Meekly, you nodded as you dropped to your sides.

He stepped away from your bed, you’re about to protest but the words died in your throat as he began to pull off his clothing. You watched in awe as he plucked the buttons of his shirt, revealing golden tan skin. With the shirt on, you didn’t quite gage how muscular he was, but it was evident by now that the man your mind had dreamt up was very well built. When he reached his belt buckle, your averted your eyes, evoking a laugh from him.

“You were fine watching me two seconds ago, don’t you wanna see the full thing, little boy?” He taunted you, the rustling of clothing evident in the background as he shucked off his remaining layers. “Take a look. No shame in that.”

Hesitantly, you turned your head, just in time to see him in his full glory. His cock stood hard and tall. You could feel your face growing hotter as you covered your eyes. He had the most delicious dick you’ve ever seen, granted it was the only one you’ve seen besides your own, but it was beautiful nonetheless. A string of perverted thoughts ran through your mind as you felt him rejoin you on the bed, but he didn't remove your hands. No, instead his hands rested at the back of your knees, pushing them up, showing off your tight little hole for him.

The stranger held two fingers in front of your face. “Open.” You opened your mouth, and you’re barely given a second to process what he wanted before he pushed his fingers past your lips. “Get my fingers nice and wet. Need to prep you to make sure you can take me.” You were taken back at the order, but you complied, closing your lips around them. You dragged your tongue all over the digits in your mouth before they’re removed.

You watched as his hand disappeared from your vision. “Eyes on me.” His other hand on your jaw, forcing you to lock eyes with him. You feel the cool, wet appendage against the ring of muscles. Flinching, you tried to wiggle away from him, but his grip on you tightened. You mewled at the feeling, a mix of discomfort and pleasure. “Stay still and look at me!” You stilled as he pushed his finger into you up to his knuckle. “Shit, you’re so tight. How are you gonna take my cock? Hmm?” He mused to himself as his fingers started to slide in and out of you. You fisted at your sheets, needing something to ground you from the pleasure that was building in you. He was able to stretch you open enough to take two, then three fingers before he declared you ready.

Once his fingers are out of you, you feel a moment of emptiness before you feel his tip against your hole, already pushing in. Glancing up at him, you watched as a glob of spit fell from his lips, directly onto the head of his dick as he sank into you. A shiver ran down your spine as the spit came in contact with your sensitive hole. He was a good inch or two in before he slammed his hips down into you.

A strangled moan at the sudden fullness. The dreams you had have never felt this good, this real. You were going to hate yourself in the morning, but you didn't care. You couldn’t care anymore. The stranger promised to make it stop, you weren’t sure how he was going to as a figment of your imagination, but maybe it was a way of convincing yourself to get it over with.

At the sound of your moan, he slapped a hand over your mouth. “As much as I’d love to hear those sweet noises of yours. . . I don’t think we want your parents to wake up and see their good little boy taking cock, now do we?”

His words don’t quite register as he started thrusting into you at a harsh pace. Any other sounds you make are muffled by his hand, making the only sounds in the room the lewd slap of skin against skin. You could feel every ridge of his cock as he pushed in and out of you, driving you delirious. You squeezed your eyes shut, but a harsh slap against your thigh forces you to open them.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could close your eyes.” He growled. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you open, like the dirty whore you are. Keep them open, or I’ll make sure your parents hear.” His eyes flashed red as he spoke, his threat sounding very real. Your breath hitched as with another pound of his hips, reality came crashing down.

You weren’t dreaming. The man on top of you- the man inside you was real. The stranger was very real and you were actually having sex with him! Your eyes widened, unable to look away from the filthy sin you were committing, and with a stranger no doubt! Tears burned in your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Before you knew it, your lips were moving against his hand in silent prayers for forgiveness.

When the stranger felt your lips moving against his palm, he removed his hand. His face curving into a wicked smile. He must’ve gotten some sick kick out of it as he picked up his pace, thrusting into you faster. The tears that welled up in your eyes started to spill, rolling down your cheeks as you sputtered uncontrollably. Your grip on your sheets tightened as you felt the familiar build up of your orgasm coming up.

Leaning down to whisper in your ear, he asked. “Do you want me to stop?”

More tears falling down, you responded. “No.” You wanted this. You wanted this so bad, you didn’t want it to stop. At the moment, you didn’t care if God would send you to Hell because you had gay sex. All you felt-all you wanted was to cum. “No, fuck me. Please, I wanna cum.”

The wicked grin spread across his face once again as he pistoned his hips faster and faster into you. His hand goes to your neglected cock that you’d just realized had been leaking more all over your stomach. Your dick in hand, he began pumping it as best he could while keeping pace with his thrusts. Releasing your grip on your sheets, your hands wrapped around his shoulders pulling him close as you feel yourself inching towards the edge.

“I-I’m- I’m gonna-” You hiccupped as your gut got tighter and tighter.

“You’re gonna cum? Huh, all over my cock like a filthy slut?” He jeered as he bucked into you.

“Yes-! Fuck-! I’m-” You sobbed as he pounded into you, his grip on your cock driving you further into delirium. With another slam of his hip, you cum; spurting out over his hand and your stomach. He rode you through your orgasm, mumbling nonsense to himself. You didn’t quite understand what he was saying, only catching a few phrases about how tight you were and something about his home. With each thrust from him, it sent you further into overstimulation.

“Gonna fill you with my cum- fuck. Such a good whore.” He groaned. With one last snap of his hips, he joined you in ecstasy; painting your insides white with his essence. He managed a few more sloppy thrusts, before collapsing on top of you.

You both laid there for a few moments, your breaths mixing as you panted. You laid there, bodies hot and sticky before the stranger looked at you. His lips met yours for one more lazy kiss, all tongue and teeth before pulling away and out of you. Your body whined at the loss of his touch.

With him gone though, the fog in your mind began to clear and you realized what you had done. You felt sick and gross and dirty. But it felt so good. It felt good to give in, to not care about what anyone else thought. The conflicted feelings swirled around you, trying to fully understand what or or why, but all you could do was stare blankly at the ceiling.

Turning your head to voice your spiral, the stranger shushed you.

“Shhh, rest, Y/N. Shh.” Saying your name for the first time that night.

Your body heeded his words, growing tired with each passing moment. But your mind started racing with questions rose up as your eyelids felt heavier and heavier. What had happened? How did he know your name? What was his name? How even did he get in here? You wanted to ask them, but your body was slowly starting to fail, not allowing you to stay lucid enough to question him. The last thing you saw was his smirking face above you.

Your eyelids were heavy the following morning, not wanting to wake up and face the day. You expected any moment for your mother to burst into the room, saying she’s making you goodbye pancakes. But she doesn’t. The longer you wait, the more you realize, you don’t even smell pancakes. You don’t even smell the familiar scent of your parent’s laundry detergent. It was darker and musky.

Your eyes snapped open and you didn't recognize the ceiling. You didn’t know where you were. You attempted to sit up but every muscle in your body screamed in pain. You wondered what you could’ve done to have your body hurt so much, but then the last night’s activities flashed through your mind: the stranger, sex, giving into him. A deep pit of guilt began to build as it all hit you like a truck.

Ignoring the burning pain in your body as you sat up in bed. Red sheets pooled at your waist as you looked around. You were in a room no bigger than your own with not much furniture besides the large bed you were currently in. Feeling someone shift beside you, you glanced down, meeting the eyes of the stranger lying down next to you.

“What? Did you think I’d let you go after just one round?”

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somewhere only we know, kim taehyung.

summary . . . you always tried your best to be yourself; even more now that you’re officially a college student. it was time to break from your past bubble and be the girl you were. it was kind of hard though as you find yourself completely in awe with the TA in your art history class. because when struck in love, you seem to embarrass yourself way too often. self love, first loves, and all too many regrets were the key to your new school year.

pairing . . . taehyung x fem!reader

genre . . . . fluff!!!!!!, humor, angst, insecurities :(, mean people, hard college life, college students!au, reader is two years younger than tae,

warnings . . . mentions of depression, low self-esteem, mean girls, curse words, tone deaf incidents, mentions of adoption, angst although it’s not only between tae and reader, talks of weight (weight loss), mentions of past bullying, back and forth sister relationships (arguing and such), eventual smut. (will add more if needed)

sideships . . . none are established

status . . . ongoing

schedule . . . i can only post when i can which can be every other day! <3

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authors note . . . this series is just being transferred over from my old account, so if u the other post, know that it’s mine and no one is plagiarizing anyone lolz. most of these will also have small blurbs which ARE important to the story!! u can be really confused if u miss one, so please read until the bottom or know that any chapter with this emoji beside it, ✏️, means it has a blurb!

👛 yn and friends!

👛 tae and friends!

👛 one. report you

👛 two. on your face ✏️

👛 three. from your group ✏️

👛 four. matching ✏️

👛 five. deciphering

👛 six. kiss list

👛 seven. broke college student ✏️

👛 eight. name ✏️

👛 nine. eating crayons

👛 ten. waiting ✏️

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bonvoyagenoona · 3 years ago

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i feel like this is how amomk!taehyung acts on a daily basis

twitter.com/hobilovescindy/status/1463089691822104585

PLEASE! This tweet is one of five that will destroy me today!!

Yes, this is EXACTLY how AMOMK!Tae acts on a daily basis!

Taehyung: (smirking) No, I don't!

Namjoon: Yes, you absolutely do!

Jin: You both do!

Taehyung: (laughing) Nuh-uh!

Jin: Yeah, you both do, because you learned it from watching me!

Taehyung: (narrowing his bedroom eyes) Well then, with such a terrible role model, I simply can't be held accountable for my actions, now, can I?

Jin: God, I'm just so proud of you.

#asks #your asks #anon #amomk #a map of mrs. kims #PLEASE TAE WTF #bts drabbles #bts fanficiton #bts fanfiction

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xddaengx · 5 years ago

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Welcome Home: Safety

⚬ Pairings: Hoseok x Reader ft Jimin

⚬ Genre: Hybrid AU | Romance | Angst |

⚬ Warnings: Mentions of Trauma | Nightmares | PTSD | Mentions of Domestic Abuse |

⚬ Word Count: 4.4k

⚬ Summary: Adopting Hobi was a complete accident - well maybe not an accident - but you definitely did not expect to walk home from the adoption fundraiser with a ex-police dog in tow. But maybe having Hoseok around was going to be a blessing in disguise.

⚬ Author’s Note: This is apart of the Welcome Home Series. This is the first instalment - and there will be many more to come! Let me know what you thought and who you think will be next. (it should be pretty obvious)

“We’d like to welcome all the participants in todays fundraiser. All of the hybrids that are up for adoption today have been rescued and rehabilitated over the past two years, and have finally decided they wanted to find new families.” The old woman says into her microphone, the hybrids standing around the stage waving to the audience - some definitely more excited that others.

You look over each of the hybrids, some cat and dog hybrids as well as some exotics standing on the sides of the stage interacting with the people that approach them to ask about adoption.

“You look a little lost.” A voice whispers from besides you as you look down at your handout with a photo and small description of each of the hybrids up for adoption.

“Yeah…A little bit. I really didn’t think I was going to come today but my doctor thinks adopting a hybrid could be really beneficial for me.” You say back glancing at the older man besides you quickly before turning back to the handout. “I don’t even know what kind of hybrid I’m looking for.” You whisper more to yourself than anyone, sighing as you drop your hand holding the handout.

“Well it sounds like you need more of an active hybrid, but not one that is overly excitable - oh and one that isn’t too standoff-ish.” He says taking the handout from your hand looking over it quickly before letting out a big grin. “And I know just the one.”

The man moves quickly, waving for you to follow him. He shuffles over to a small tent at the back of the fundraiser, two straight faced hybrids standing underneath it.

“Hoseok. Jackson. Meet…” You quickly give the man your name, and he repeats it softly, giving the two hybrids an encouraging smile as they both introduce themselves back.

“Our lovey friend here is interested in adopting a hybrid - and judging by what she was saying she needs someone just like you, Hoseok.” The old man can’t help but nudge the black haired hybrid towards you, the two of you quickly taking steps apart.

“Hobi here is one of my old partners - we spent most of our days stuck in that ragged old police car, but we still managed to have fun. Didn’t we?” The man chides, Hoseok nodding along as he continues to look over your appearance.

“You were in the police force?” You question, the old man nodding quickly.

“I still am - but our hybrids tend to get worn down quicker, it’s a tough job for them - most of them retire by the age of twenty five. Hobi, here was one of our best. I wanted to make sure he got the best home possible, so I thought I would bring him here - see what kind of family he was looking for.” You nod along to the mans answer, looking over to the large scar running from the bottom of the hybrids chin, disappearing under his collar.

“That’s understandab—“

“I like her.” The hybrid cut you off, looking over to the man standing besides the two of you. “She has a good smell.” He adds, though he could smell something mixed in - a smell he was very familiar with - Anxiety.

“Ok - well maybe we should leave the two of you alone for a moment…to discuss things.” The man and the second hybrid scuttle away the two of them sending you an encouraging smile distracting you as hoseok takes a few steps closer, inhaling deeply.

“What are you doing?” You shriek, jumping away from the hybrid - his own reflexes making his jump back as well, straightening his back.

“Sorry…I just needed to make sure.” He says quickly, putting his hands up in defence turning to grab some papers off of the table. “You smell like sunflowers and honey.” He says handing you the papers and a pen, before adding, “Though, I can smell some fear - you don’t like being in public places, do you?”

“No, not particularly. What are these?” You look down to the papers in your hand taking the pen from Hoseok.

“They’re expressions of interest. If you are interested in adopting me, you need to fill one out. Mr Bang will look through all the forms at the end of the evening picking the top three and then let us decide who we want to be with more.” Hoseok explains, pointing to the pile on the table - the pages already covered in ink. “Most of those people are inadequate - they either want the status or the skills of an ex police hybrid. But you…You are much better. I like you much better.” He adds quietly, watching expectantly as you read through everything on the paper clicking the end of the pen a few times before looking back to him.

“It’s only if you want to though…I understand if you don’t want to - we can be a bit intimidating.” You sigh and give him a small smile before beginning to fill out the forms, taking notice of the small smile that blooms on Hoseok’s face as you focus on the forms, his smile disappearing as you lift your head to look back at him as you hand him the forms - completed.

“We will be in touch very soon.” Hoseok says leaving you in the dust as he rushes to the old man standing across the grass oval, handing him the forms with hurried words - the old man sending you a big smile in response.

It’s been three days since the adoption fundraiser and you haven’t heard anything about the ex police hybrid and the happy old man. To be completely honest - you were disappointed.

Hoseok - as weird as he was - left quite a nice impression on you. He left you with a feeling of warmth you hadn’t felt in years. His smile haunted you as you wondered what went wrong.

Maybe they just chose someone more qualified?

Even Hoseok said ex police animals can be intimidating.

Your phone ringing from the lounge makes you spring up from the chair at the dinner table - rushing to grab the phone and answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi…This is Hoseok from the adoption fundraiser, is this the number for Y/N?” The voice cuts through you like a knife, and you can’t help but smile.

“Yes, this is Y/N.” You answer quickly. What if he’s giving you bad news? The boy on the other line seems to pause for a moment before spitting out.

“Would you be able to meet me at the coffee shop next to the Incheon Police Station? I was hoping you were still interested in finishing off those adoption papers.” You can’t help but let out a deep breath - this was everything you had been thinking about the past few days.

“Yes. Yes, I’d love to.” You say quickly, cringing slightly before you add, “I could probably drop in, in about half an hour,” in a softer tone. The boys on the other line seems just as excited, his voice cracking slightly as he confirms with a ‘see you soon’ before hanging up the phone.

You rush to get ready, tidying what you could, of your crowded apartment, just in case. You pull on a large cardigan, grabbing your bright yellow handbag from the door before rushing down the stairs to your car parked on the street - the drive to the cafe passing quickly.

It’s easy to spot the hybrid and his previous owner sitting in the corner of the cafe - teenage girls gawking and whispering about the cute hybrid, the sound seeming to annoy Hoseok by the twitching of his ears. His gaze moves from the group of teenager over to you standing by the door, his facing lighting up as he pokes his owner motioning to where you stand.

You hurry over to the two smiling men, ignoring the way the teenage girls scoff as you pull up a seat, giving Hoseok a small smile as his tail smack against the chair besides him.

“Y/N, we’re so glad you could make it. Hobi here has been talking about you non-stop. He refused every potential owner I showed him.” The man laughs as you take a seat, the hybrid flushing as his secret is revealed.

“Well, I’m glad. I was really disappointed for a moment, I thought you had chosen someone else.”

“Never.” Hoseok gasps at your sentence. You stare at him for a second, surprised at his dramatic reaction.

“He’s always been one to bond quickly. There are many people he doesn’t like but when he finds someone he does like - he doesn’t let them go.” The man explains, looking at Hoseok with a fond smile. “Well, I guess we should get on with it.”

Filling out all the paperwork take the three of you almost two hours.

Apparently owning a hybrid comes with quite a lot of paperwork.

“Ok, well I’ll go send these to the registration office and they should send you and hobi your new licenses in a few days.” The older man says. He had briefly explained to you that hybrids and owners must carry a license that shows their status. Yours will have a picture of Hoseok and his details on it as well as your own to show that you're his rightful owner, whiles Hoseok’s will have a picture of you and your details as well as his own to show others that he has been adopted.

“It saves everyone a lot of trouble - a clear way to show that they are owned and cannot be taken without consent. It also gives them a bit more freedom.” The older man had said after explaining everything to you. You nodded as he collected all the papers sliding them into a yellow envelope before tucking it under his arm.

“Well, we better get your stuff out of my car.” He says and Hoseok jumps up to help grab all of his belongings, moving them from the mans sleek black car, into your run down silver jeep. The two men embrace each other quickly - the older man whispering something into Hoseok’s ear that has him nodding and stepping towards you, as the old man slides into his car pulling away from the curb shortly after.

“We should probably get some groceries before we go home.” You mumble, fumbling with your car keys - motioning for Hoseok to get in the passenger seat.

Your trip to the store is quick, Hoseok’s face was straight as he watched all the people mull around - but his tail wagged like crazy, hitting against your hip every few seconds as you pick out some of his favourite foods, and treats, deciding tonight was going to be a celebration and you would both order pizza for dinner.

Hoseok carries all the groceries for you, rejecting your attempts to take one of the bags from him, he follows behind you closely as you make your way to your apartment, his tail now smacking against the wall as you walk down the hall.

“Look what we have here?” A voice hisses from outside your apartment door. You smile at the spoilt hybrid, jumping at the way Hoseok growls from behind you.

“Be nice, Jimin. This is Hoseok, my new hybrid. We just finalised the paperwork today.” You say quietly opening the door to your apartment, ushering Hoseok inside as you turn back towards the feline hybrid.

“Oh…You got a hybrid?” Jimin asks, the surprise evident on his face. You had known Jimin for four years now, since your first moved into your apartment - his owner an elderly woman that lived down the hall - used to spoil him rotten. He was her prized possession. Recently she had gotten weaker and Jimin had turned to getting his attention from you.

You had mentioned to Jimin in the past the your were thinking of getting a hybrid, and that your doctor had recommended one. He had joked with you, saying you should just adopt him. You laughed and waved off the idea never taking notice of the way his face dropped.

“Well, I guess that means I can’t hang around anymore.” He shrugs going to walk to his own house but you stop him, a small hand on his wrist.

“You know your welcome anytime, Jimin. I’m sure Hoseok wouldn’t mind the company either.” Jimin nods at your words, a deflated smile on his face, as he lightly pulls his wrist from your hand before sauntering to his apartment.

“I don’t like that cat.” Hoseok says as you close the front door, You sigh leading him to your kitchen to start putting the groceries away. “He had a weird smell when he saw me…Like he was angry about me being here.” He adds, helping you unpack the groceries onto the bench so you could put them away.

“Well, you’re going to have to like him. He’s a good person - he can just come off as a little snobbish.” You say, pulling your phone out of your pocket as everything is put away.

“Let’s order some pizza and then I can show your new room.” Hoseok’s tail begins wagging once more.

The first two months of having Hoseok live with you were fairly uneventful - you were quick to take him shopping to get anything he wanted to decorate his new room. Jimin had yet to come inside while the dog hybrid was in the house, preferring to talk to you in the hallway - still craving your attention, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself.

The first set of problems seemed to arise three months after Hoseok had joined you as your new companion. He was usually very quiet, preferring to just sit and watch you do things - read, work, cook, he watched you do anything with such amazement. He would on occasion have stage bursts of energy where he would pull you from your spot in the house demanding you go on a walk with him, or if you were busy it usually meant he would sulk in his room for the rest of the night.

The first time you noticed the whimpers coming from the room besides yours, you though it was a trick your mind was playing on you. It was so quiet, that you shook it off quickly.

Maybe it was the couple next door. They tended to get quite vocal.

The second time you heard it, a low growl followed and you knew it had to be coming from the black hair hybrid who slept in the room next door. You sprung up from your bed, leaving your room as quietly as possible, slowly opening the hybrids bedroom door.

“Hobi?” You questioned, walking further into the bedroom so you could see the boy clearly. His hair was a mess as his head thrashed about on the pillow, incoherent mumbles falling from his mouth as he let out another low growl.

“Let her go.” He growled, his teeth baring. You would’ve thought he was awake if your couldn’t see his eyes squeezed shut. “I said let her go…She’s just a child.” He continues, as your breath catches in your throat - you take a few more steps towards him, sitting on the bed besides him and his thrashing continues, his growls getting louder.

“Hobi.” You say one more time, a little louder as you reach out towards his sweat covered body.

“No.” He yelps, jumping up from his spot in the bed crouching besides it with a low growl. You jump up from the bed, throwing your hands up in defence as you look towards the shaking hybrid.

“Hobi, it’s just me. I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” You say quickly, putting your hands by your side as you look over his appearance. The hybrid was obviously frazzled and covered in shining drops of sweat as he watches you walk around the bed until you stand besides him, unable to mask your concern for his demeanour.

“You’re ok. You’re safe.” You whisper quietly, dropping to the floor as tear well in the hybrids eyes.

“I couldn’t save her…She was just a child, and I couldn’t save her.” He cries, dropping his posture as a sob finally escapes him. You waste no time in latching your arms around his shoulders, using one hand to stroke his head softly, sharing soft whispers as he continues to cry on your shoulder - his hand wrapped tightly around your waist.

You’re not sure when he fell asleep again, but you remember pulling his blanket off the bed, draping it over the two of you as you lean back against the wall, stoking the hybrids head, that was placed lightly in your lap. You couldn’t leave him like this alone. So you sat with your back against the wall patting his soft hair until you eventually drifted off to sleep as well.

“What was all the ruckus last night?” Jimin questions you, as you sit outside your apartment building, a cup of tea clutched tightly in your hand, a large jacket around your shoulders. You look at him surprised, not knowing how he could’ve heard the two of you in your apartment. The nightmare had been continuing to get worse over the past few weeks and didn’t show any sign of stopping.

“You know Hoseok used to be a police hybrid?” You say softly, noticing the way Jimin grimaces. It was a job - though one Hobi loved - that no hybrid envied. The canine hybrids were usually used for tracking, in most cases tracking people, who unfortunately were rarely still alive. “He was used for body retrievals.” You add, letting out a shaky sigh, as Jimin scoots closer to you, draping the yellow blanket from around his shoulders, around your own.

“I can’t imagine what he had to go through.” Jimin whispers, and you nod pulling the blanket tighter, giving him a small smile.

“His previous owner warned me that there would probably be some signs of PTSD, but the last few weeks it’s just gotten worse. He barely sleeps anymore.” You say to the feline, who just sighs besides you, it’s not like he knows how to help.

“Why don’t you do what I used to do, when you had nightmares?” Jimin suggests, the bright smile on his face bringing one to your own.

“You’re a genius, Jimin.” You say quickly, springing up from your spot on the steps, pulling the blanket off your shoulders and draping it back over Jimin’s. “Thank you.” You add giving jimin’s ears a small scratch, his purring starting quickly, before you pull away to rush back to your apartment.

“Anytime.” He whispers as he watches you rush off - though he knows you didn’t hear him.

“Hobi, would you mind come helping me with something?” You call down the hall finishing putting the cupcakes on the plate, bringing them over to the large blanket fort in the middle of the lounge room. Hoseok shuffles down the hallways pausing as he catches sight of the large piles of blankets on the floor, one sheet hanging over the T.V and the back of the lounge, to create a tent.

“What is this?”

“Well, when I used to have a lot of nightmares, Jimin used to come over and build a small fort with me. We would spend all day just watching movies, or reading and we would pig out on all the junk food we could think of.” You explain motioning to the coffee table covered in snacks and treats.

“Why are you doing all of this?” He questions quietly taking a few steps towards your set up, looking at it hesitantly.

“Because sometimes all we need is to feel safe. And sometimes being in small, comfy spaces can do that for people.” You answer, watching as his gaze moves between you and the fort a small smile blooming on his face, his tail wagging slowly. “Hobi, I know things in your past aren’t just going to disappear overnight, but whenever you need a little extra safety, just let me know.” You barely have time to finish your sentence before the canine bowls into you, wrapping you in his arms as tight as he can, letting out a shaky breath into your hair.

“Thank you…Thank you for everything.” He mumbles on your skin, as you reach up to pat his head lightly, scratching behind his ears a little bit.

“Should we start with Jurassic park?” You question, not moving to let go of the boy until he doesn’t first.

“I hope your not watching my favourite movie without me.” You and Hoseok both turn to look at the cat hybrid standing in the door way. Looking at the two of you with a small smile.

“I knew you would come.” You cheer, letting go of Hoseok to pull Jimin over to your set up, ushering Hoseok under the fort first, before you and Jimin follow. You set up the movie, the three of huddled under one big blanket as the nostalgia kicks in.

All three of you were starting to drift of nearing the end of the first movie. You were tucked up against Hoseok, your breathing even, as you slept peacefully. Hoseok lets out a sigh before turning towards Jimin, not knowing how to phrase what he was going to say.

“She said you used to help her with her nightmares?” Hoseok begins, catching Jimin’s attention instantly. Jimin’s eyes look down at you sleeping before looking back at Hoseok giving him a quick nod. “Her nightmares…What were they about?” He questions, taking Jimin by surprise.

“It’s not really my place to tell you…just know she moved here to get away from her past.” Jimin answers looking back down at your with a sad smile. “It was always heartbreaking to see such a gentle person, so terrified of something. I would do anything to help her never feel that again.”

“Me too.” Hoseok agrees, the two hybrids finally having something in common. It doesn’t take long for the two of them to give in to exhaustion, the two following closely behind you into a deep slumber.

You wake surprised to hear Jimin purring in your ear, as Hoseok hold onto your waist with a vice like grip. You smile quickly trying to stifle a laugh as Jimin’s tail twitches, falling over your waist, tickling Hoseok. You barely manage to slip out from between the two of them, without waking them out - but somehow, by the grace of god, you make it out. You make yourself a cup of tea before making your way over to the large window to the side of the lounge room, watching as people make their way to work.

“Y/N? Do you think we could talk for a moment?” Hoseok’s sleepy voice makes you turn away from your people watching, you look down at the still sleeping Jimin and motion for Hoseok to follow you down the hall into your bedroom.

“You mentioned that you had nightmares last night, and I couldn’t help but wonder…Why?” Hoseok’s question surprises you, but you just give him a small smile.

“I was engaged, once upon a time.” You say with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood as you take a seat on the bed, Hoseok copying you movements, his attention only on you. You let out a small sigh before continuing.

“Things started off well between us - he was kind, and gentle and so, so charming. But once he had proposed things started to go badly. He started drinking a lot and most nights he would come home and just fall asleep on the lounge, but sometimes he would be so angry, so full of hatred.” You take a few deep breaths, watching a Hoseok scoots closer to you taking your hands in his.

“The first time he hit me, he told me he made a mistake. But it just kept happening. Eventually he stopped apologising for it - start blaming me, made me think I was the reason he was beating me. Sometimes instead of beating me, he would hold me down and…” You pause for a moment, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“He would have his way with me…I gave up fighting after two years, and just let him do whatever he wanted, just praying that maybe he would kill me - or maybe he would accidentally kill himself. “ You pause again, Hoseok’s eye brimming with his own tears.

“One night he hit my head against the table and I lost consciousness, he still somehow had enough humanity to panic and call an ambulance. A hybrid - like you actually - could smell the fear on me whenever he was in the room, and when he took my statement he was quick to piece everything together…God, I’m a mess.” You laugh as you wipe the tears off your cheeks.

“You’d think after five years of therapy, it wouldn’t still affect me this much…Anyway, they found enough evidence and prosecuted him. He’s in jail for the next twenty years and hopefully by the time he gets out, he’ll have no idea where to find me.” You finish looking down at Hoseok’s hand gripping yours tightly as small droplets fall from his eyes. You pull your hands out of his own, wiping the tears of his cheeks softly giving him a smile.

“When I moved here, I was still struggling - one night I was having a nightmare, and Jimin had managed to slip into my apartment and woke me up. He could hear me from down the hall, and was concerned. Every night for a month after that we slept in the lounge room, in a little fort just like last night…He helped me a lot in my recovery from what happened, so he can get a little protective sometimes.” You explain, Hoseok nodding along to your words.

“Anyway, why don’t we wake up Jimin, and we can go to the cafe down the road, and get some pancakes for breakfast.” You say quietly standing up from the bed, wiping your face one more time, not noticing as Hoseok stands up as well, wrapping you in a hug from behind.

“I’m never going to let anyone hurt you, Y/N…Never.” He whispers, his warmth seeping into your chest, making you feel safer than you ever have.

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bang-tan-bitches · 5 years ago

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Title: Stay Word Count: 3k+ Rating: T Genre: Angst Warnings: Minor Language, cheating Pairing: Seokjin x fem!Reader, Yoongi x fem!reader Summary: One bad decision leads to another and another and another... Written by: Admin A

Seokjin rolled over and reached out, only to find empty sheets. They were still warm, so he suspected you hadn’t gone far. Cracking open his eyes, he found the bedroom door halfway open, your clothes still on the floor, but his shirt from last night missing.

A good sign.

He closed his eyes and inhaled, your sweet scent still clung to his sheets and pillows. The smell of your love making saturated the room and he couldn’t quite keep the cocky grin off his face. Another inhale tells him you made coffee. He rolls out of bed and shimmies into his wrinkled jeans, not bothering to button them.

Barefoot, he pads his way down the hall and finds you curled up on one of the kitchen chairs. Your hair is pulled in a messy knot on top of your head, strands escaping wildly and cascading around your neck and face. Your knees are pulled up and your toes curling and uncurling over the edge of the chair as you stare pensively into the coffee cup your hands were wrapped around. His shirt was bunched at the top of your thighs and his heart ached to see you sitting there. In his kitchen.

He longed for it to be your kitchen.

“Hey, princess.”

You look up and give him a small smile, before looking back into your drink contemplatively.

So, it’s going to be one of those mornings. Seokjin thinks to himself and pours his own cup of coffee. Once done, he turns to face you and leans back against the counter. He sips his coffee and wonders who should start the conversation neither of you wanted to have. He traces the lines of your neck with his eyes. No marks. That was the rule, but dear god how he’d love to see just one on that slender column. Just one to let everyone know that you are his and he is yours.

Seokjin shakes his head and dark strands of hair fall into his face. Placing his cup back on the counter he quickly pulls his hair back and secures it with one of your bands. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asks you once he’s holding his cup again.

You look up at him, eyes full of unshed tears. “We can’t do this anymore.”

Seokjin pulls in a shuddering breath. “Oh? Well there go my plans for the afternoon I guess.” He forces himself to grin.

You let out a weak laugh. It wasn’t much, but it was better than the almost tears moments earlier. “I mean it this time Seokjin. He…. he’s coming home tomorrow and I can’t… I can’t keep doing this. It’s not fair.” You look down at something on the table.

Seokjin didn’t want to look. He already knew what it was. A thin gold band. A large diamond proudly on display. Just looking at your engagement ring made him sick to his stomach. “Tomorrow. When tomorrow?”

“Does it matter?”

He sets his mug down and makes his way to you.

You watch his every move. He was graceful and powerful and your soul aches every time you were together. You loved him with the very fiber of your being. And that was the problem.

You loved him and he loved you and you were engaged to another.

He pulls your chair out and kneels in front of you, and your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet. He gently pulls the coffee mug from your hands and sets it on the table. “It matters.” He places his warm hands on your ankles and begins rubbing them up and down, warming your bare legs. “Because I want you to stay here with me for-” He pauses, and a painful lump rises in your throat. “For as long as possible. Before you have to go.” he finishes. You search his eyes and see the words neither of you would say.

You lick your lips and unfold your legs. The tips of your toes graze the floor and his hands make their way up your thighs. Seokjin feels hope building in his chest as you lean forward, closer to him. “If anyone found out…” You trail off.

“Who’s going to find out? I don’t plan to tell anyone. Do you?” You blush and sputter while shaking your head no and he chuckles. “If no one knows, is it really cheating?” He asks you jokingly.

You blink and bite your lip and Seokjin ignores the voice in his head that sounded too much like Namjoon telling him that he would be furious if he was her fiancé. If I were her fiancé, she’d have no desire to stray. Seokjin reassures himself. It’s not like Yoongi was a devout and loving husband.

Oh, Seokjin was sure Yoongi loved you. But not the same way he did. You and Yoongi had been young lovers high on the victory of his first win. That didn’t mean they were meant to be with each other forever. Not the way he and Y/N were. It could never be the same, no matter what Namjoon and Taehyung said.

Seokjin looks up into your wide eyes and closes the small gap between you. His kiss is gentle, a soft press of lips, and you both moan when he pulls away. “Stay. Just for a bit longer. Stay with me. Just for one more night.” He whispers against your lips.

You don’t answer out loud but wrap your arms and legs around him. Seokjin stands, carrying you in his arms as you cling to him. Once inside the bedroom, he lowers you both onto the bed and hovers over you. With deft moves you use your legs, still wrapped around his waist, to flip him.

“This conversation isn’t over.” You warn him, even as you pepper his chest with kisses.

“Of course not. We’ll talk about it later.” He tightens his hands in your hair.

You pull away and meet his eyes. “Tomorrow Seokjin. We will talk about it tomorrow.”

He gulps and nods and pulls you down, cradling you against his chest. He holds you tight and prays to any listening deity that tomorrow never comes.

-0-0-0-

You stand in the shower and scrub the remnants of Seokjin from your body.

Yoongi wouldn’t, couldn’t, smell Seokjin on you. Couldn’t see all the places his lips had touched, and his hands had caressed, but you would know. Yoongi’s every touch and every kiss would echo another's until you longed for graceful hands and quick fingers rather than his.

You suck in a breath and stave off a sob. You hadn’t meant for this to happen. For it to get this far. Everything about what you had done was so very wrong and unfair to both men. You close your eyes and let your head fall forward until it meets the shower wall with a dull thud. The water runs down your face and back and you let a few tears escape.

You hadn’t meant for it to go so far.

It had started…you weren’t even really sure how it had started.

Maybe when you had caught him watching as you stretched your tired muscles after a long day.

Or maybe it was when he caught you staring as he worked on his dance moves shirtless.

Or maybe it was that time you had found yourselves alone in their kitchen and suddenly the space seemed too small for just the two of you.

You found it hard to breathe as you moved closer and closer to each other, one step at a time. When he stood in front of you, you looked up into his swirling brown eyes. Without looking away, he raised one hand, trailed those wicked fingers up your arm, and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You had to close your eyes and focus on your breathing to keep from spinning wildly out of control.

“Oh, princess if you weren’t engaged…” he whispered, before taking half a step back.

You startled the both of you when you grabbed his hand, halting his retreat. You closed the distance between you again and hesitantly placed your free hand on his chest. “If I wasn’t engaged...then what, Seokjin?” You brought your eyes back up to his.

Seokjin sucked in a breath and his chest rose and fell under your hand. “Then I’d make you mine.” His voice was quiet, but steady.

Your hand curled reflexively, your nails digging into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Your lips parted and you pulled in your own shaky breath.

Exhaled.

Then used the hand clenching his shirt to pull him down for a kiss.

His lips melded to yours as if they were made for kissing you. His hands found their way into your hair and he tugged lightly, tilting your head back just a bit further. Your mouth parted in a sigh and he wasted no time sliding his tongue into the small gap, caressing your own.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids and you shivered in his arms. He moaned low in his throat and pulled away, but not before nipping your bottom lip.

When you pulled away, you were both panting softly. His hands were still in your hair and yours were clutching at his shirt, this time to steady yourself.

Your eyes met once more.

“That can never happen again,” you told him and he had nodded along in wide eyed agreement.

Of course, that hadn’t been the end of it. You had known from the moment your lips touched that you would let him consume you, body and soul. And he had, completely.

You pulled your head away from the wall and let it fall again, the thud louder this time as you wondered what you were going to do.

-0-0-0-

You were curled up in your favorite chair when he came home.

The door opens; Yoongi had arrived, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His face split into a wide smile when he saw you waiting for him.

“Hey, baby! I’m home.”

You look into his happy brown eyes and your heart breaks. The tears you had thought long dried up come pouring out of you in great hiccupping sobs.

Yoongi immediately drops the bag he had been carrying and rushes to your side. “Y/N! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Somehow his genuine concern makes it worse. You want to throw yourself in his arms and cry until your eyes are red and itchy and dry.

You want to vanish and appear in Seokjin’s arms and let him cradle you as your heart breaks.

You pull back, curling further into yourself until the tears slow enough that you can talk. The entire time Yoongi holds your hand and coos soothing words, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your knuckles, back and forth, back and forth, until you match your breaths to the motion.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong?” Yoongi asked again. He’s kneeling in front of you and you can’t resist stroking his slightly stubbled cheek with your fingertips.

“Yoongi I-” you pause and pull in a shuddering breath. “I want to end the engagement.” Your voice breaks on the words and tears blur your vision, but you can’t deny the small part of you that feels lighter with relief.

Yoongi blinks up at you in surprise. “A- you- you want to breakup?” You nod and squeeze his hand tighter, “But… but why?” His voice is full of hurt and confusion and your heart aches.

“I don’t deserve you,” you whisper and look away. “I-I haven’t been- haven’t been faith-”

“No. No. Stop.” Yoongi pulls away and stands. “I-please. Please don’t tell me this.”

“Yoongi…”

“No.” He shakes his head in denial and takes another step back, distancing himself further from you. You began to reach your hand out to him but pull it back. “No. I don’t want to hear this. No.”

“Yoongi, please, I need to tell you-”

“I can’t y/n.” His voice cracks on your name and you choke on a sob to see him this way. “Please. I don’t want to know.”

“You have a right to know the truth,” you tell him.

“Maybe I don’t want to know the truth!” Yoongi explodes, throwing his hands in the air. He turns away from you, his hands land hard atop his head and curl into his hair, pulling hard at the roots.

He needs a haircut, you find yourself thinking, then shake your head to banish the stray thought. “Yoongi, I loved you-”

“Loved? You loved me? You don’t love me now?” He turns back around to face you, the distress and hurt and anger and fear etched clearly on his face for you to see.

“I-I do love you, Yoongi, but it’s not the same. Not anymore.” Your eyes had cleared enough that you could see the unshed tears in his own.

“Y/N,” Yoongi hesitates then moves closer, kneeling in front of you, “I- fuck. How long?” you opened your mouth to tell him, but he cuts you off. “No, don’t tell me. I don’t, I don’t think I want to know. Not really.”

Tears made broken trails down his face and his normally bright eyes were rimmed with red. You hadn’t seen him like this before, the closest had been when they thought they would leave BigHit and Bangtan Boys behind. And it was all your fault. Everything was your fault. Your sobs break free again, hurting as they heaved painfully against your tight chest. “I- fuck, I’m so sorry,” you manage to get out between sobs. You close your eyes against the pain, even though you knew you had brought this, all of this, on yourself.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispered. Then, “fuck,” louder this time. You could tell he had moved away. “I just, you’re crying, and I want to hold you, but I can’t- I just can’t hold you right now. I can’t bring myself to do it,” he said.

You open your blurry eyes and try to focus on the man in front of you. Your fiancé, the one you thought was the love of your life. Now, almost ex-fiancé. His frame was stooped, smaller, as if he had folded in on himself. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, but your hoarse voice carries in the sudden quiet.

“Do,” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “do you have somewhere you can go tonight? Or do you want to stay here? I- nothing hap-?” He stops, his mouth twisting closed around the words, leaving the unspoken question hanging. You shake your head. No, nothing had happened in this house. “Right, okay. Well, you can stay here, if you need. Until you make other arrangements.” He closes his eyes and his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“I’ll go,” you tell him and he nods curtly in your direction, but keeps his eyes shut. You unfolded yourself from the chair and fight the urge to go to him. You were almost to the door when he spoke again.

“I still love you. I wish I had been enough.” His voice was broken, defeated, and you felt yourself beginning to crumble.

You didn’t respond. What could you say that would make what you had done better? Nothing. You could feel the heartache clawing its way back up your throat, each inch more painful than the last, even as the small relieved place inside of you grew, making you hate herself more for feeling like you were finally free.

You grasp the cool door handle, fumbling as you try to twist it with sweaty palms. Finally, you manage to turn it, opening the door to the large -thankfully empty- hallway. You look back over your shoulder, catching your last glimpse of Yoongi, just in time to see him falling to his knees on the living room floor.

-0-0-0-

Seokjin heard the door open from where he was in the kitchen. Unconcerned and assuming it was one of the others, he stayed put. When he heard the first heart wrenching sob, he stood, pushing back his chair so hard it fell. By the second, he was running.

When he burst through the doorway and saw you on your hands and knees, he knew. Your whole frame shook from the wracking sobs. You had strings of spittle hanging from your open mouth and snot mixed with the tears on your face. Your eyes were swollen shut and he briefly worried there had been an altercation.

“Y/N!” He rushes to your side and scoops you up, then promptly sits back down with you cradled in his lap. “Did he hurt you? I’ll break his neck,” Seokjin growls out and pushes damp strands away from your face.

You still couldn’t speak, your mouth twisted from your cries, but you shook your head no. Yoongi might have a bit of a temper, but he would never do anything to hurt you. The thought makes you cry harder.

Seokjin felt his rising anger fade away as he continued to hold you. “Shhhhh, it’s okay, princess. It’s going to be okay. I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

He continued to babble reassuring things until you calmed down enough to speak again. Before you could tell him anything, he pulled a cloth from his pocket and held it against your nose. You give him a grateful look and use the soft square of fabric to clean your face. When you were done, you didn’t bother to hand it back, just tucked it away, holding it against your stomach.

“Do you want to tell me what happened, princess?”

“I’m a monster.” your voice cracked painfully.

“No, love. No… why would you say that?” Seokjin asks and smooths a hand over your hair.

You hiccup and rub your chest: the action pulled at the still tight muscles and made you wince. “Because even as my heart was breaking, my soul was soaring. Even now I can feel the giddiness growing.” You look up at him through swollen red eyes - they were pleading with him to understand. “I feel free.”

“Oh, princess,” Seokjin says, pulling you closer. “You’re not a monster, you’re not.” He rocks you a bit more and when he feels you sigh softly against his neck, he pulls back enough to look down at your face. You had fallen asleep, exhausted from your emotional day.

As carefully as possible, Seokjin stands, only jostling you a little. Still, you didn’t wake, only snuggled closer to his chest. Seokjin takes you to your room and lays her down on the bed. As he puts one arm around you and pulls you even closer, he wonders if he’d gotten his wish after all.

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kimnamjoonsrightthigh · 3 years ago

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1.2/Weekend chronicle/KNJ

Series Protector, protected

Part 3/?

Summary On your way home, you encounter someone in need of your help. Giving it earns you six new friends and one new enemy.

Genre(s) Drama, fluff, bit of angst, bit of antagonists to lovers, eventual smut, hurt/comfort.

Pairing Namjoon x Reader.

Warning(s) Alcohol consumption.

Tags Tourist!AU, reader is a clumsy brave idiot, Jungkook is everyone’s baby, possessive!Namjoon, this will be a long one.

Wordcount 1.8K.

Jungkook was waiting for you outside, the rest of the gang piled into the minivan behind him. He looked dashing in his midnight blue suit, and a glimpse into your Uber pumpkin chariot told you that the others had dressed up as well. You suddenly felt much better about your choice of dress, because you hadn’t been far off. At the same time, why the fuck are they wearing suits?

“You look very handsome, Jungkook,” you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out, earning you a one of his tiny yet radiant smiles. He bowed before leading you to the car. Only when he opened the door for you did you realize that Seokjin of the many fanny packs was missing.

“He wanted to get there early, make sure our table is ready,” Namjoon explained from the passenger seat. Ever the leader, you thought, then squeezed yourself into the middle row between Jimin and Jungkook. Yoongi seemed to be napping in the backseat, head resting on Hoseok’s shoulder. Taehyung waved to you from his spot next to them.

The driver pulled back onto the boulevard and straight into evening traffic. Namjoon had his phone at the ready and opened to Maps. You were fighting down the urge to peek over his shoulder, or to ask the driver if he knew where he was going, or to guess from the direction where you could possibly be headed. The backseat was chatting quietly, and you hazarded a look in Jungkook’s general direction when you didn’t understand a word, as per usual. He was still beaming at you. His excitement, although contagious, made you even more nervous. The Uber was taking you north on the big avenue, then swerved right into K-Town. That didn’t surprise you much because one quick Google search of their names had told you that they were most likely Korean.

The car stopped and everyone piled out into a small parking lot. Before you get a chance to look around, Jungkook linked his arm with yours and pulled you along towards the side of the building. Red lettering across the façade spelt out “Park’s BBQ”. There was a flicker of anxiety settling in your stomach as you quickly replayed everything you knew about Korean BBQ in your head – which wasn’t much. You had never been to one, you worked at city hall, so you didn’t usually stray far from downtown for food or drinks, and Ani preferred ordering in to going out.

Jungkook lead you up the stairs at the side of the building to a narrow walkway. The inside was very modern and very busy. Guests occupied almost all of the black table groups, chrome light fixtures glinted from above. Each table had a grill grate at the center, most of them in use, and you were surprised that the temperature was still so agreeable. Namjoon moved himself to the front of your little group and spoke to the hostess while Jungkook was still glancing at you expectantly from time to time. Yoongi and Hoseok were having a lively exchange, invigorated by the prospect of food. You were seated after only a few minutes, at a table that was already occupied by one fanny pack-less Seokjin.

Between the door and the table, your self-consciousness hat skyrocketed. You liked trying new things well enough, but a new restaurant with new people was a ways outside your comfort zone. To add to your unease, you had managed to sit down between Jungkook and Namjoon, one a comfort, the other a stressor. You were about ready to break a sweat, but as soon as you had all touched down at the table, you were engulfed in the guiding warmth and enthusiasm of your company. Yoongi tried to explain the different kinds of Sojus to you and which one you should not miss out on. They all ordered something a little different, promising to switch and share so everyone could have a taste. Even though Taehyung looked like he might have passed out when you mentioned that you weren’t much of a meat eater, you did try a bit of everything.

The ribs were sublime, and between the beef, rice and alcohol, you were soon lulled into a comfortable evening haze. In between bites, you asked them the questions that had kept you up the two previous nights: where had they been already, where did they want to go, how did home compare to the US, what did they do for a living, how did they form such a strong friendship in such a big group? Namjoon had to step in a few times to translate, but as the night wore on, you relaxed into your chair more and more. You had one elbow propped up on the table, head resting in your hand, listening to Hobi tell a story and laughing almost uncontrollably when your awareness of the situation hit you head on. You liked these guys, a lot. Even Namjoon had started opening up a few shots ago. He was next to you, closer than before, smiling into his hand while looking at his friends across from him. You had learned their nicknames first thing today, but something stopped you from calling him Joon or even Joonie. While Tae and Kookie were all smiles and goofiness, Hobi and Jin generous with their laughter, Namjoon towered over you even while sitting down and not above the occasional side-eye in your general direction. Maybe he wasn’t doing it on purpose, but he made you squirm in your chair just the same.

Before you knew it, ten was approaching. One of the waiters approached to tell you that it was nearly closing time. The smile died on your face. You thought of all the things in your apartment and your office that had been left undone over the course of the week and knew that calling it a night was the smartest thing to do. You really, really didn’t want to, though, so when Jimin suggested after-dinner drinks, no one objected. You were pleasantly buzzed from all the soju you had been drinking, and with a full belly and the warmth of yet another beautiful summer night, you wanted to make the most of it. As soon as you had finished thanking your new friends for the invitation, the power balance shifted back towards you. This was your city, after all, and they didn’t know the best places in town. You did. The Uber took you further East, into the strip between K-Town and downtown, where bars were good but not expensive.

“The Bucket?” Namjoon read out the squiggly writing on the front of the corner building. “Sounds… interesting.”

“The Bucket has been around forever,” you informed him before pushing the door open. The inside was fairly busy already and just when you thought you’d have to kill an hour at the bar waiting for a table to open up, you saw a group of young women grabbing their purses in the unison way that indicated that they were moving on. You snatched their booth up immediately.

“So,” Jungkook next to you said as soon as everyone was seated, “the Bucket. Am I translating that correctly?”

“Most likely, yes. It used to be a scene bar in the 90s, changed hands a few times and turned into this, eventually.” You indicated the general bucket-ness of the place, with its dark wood floors and darts boards and pool tables on one side, a highly polished glass-and-chrome counter on the other. The booths lined the back wall, smaller tables took up the place between them and the front.

“I’ll get the first round,” you said after the silence became a bit too long for your taste. When you got to the bar, you saw that Hobi had followed you there.

“Oh, hey,” you said when you spotted him right behind you, “Anything you guys may want to try?” There was no menu, but a board with most of the drinks and beers they were serving. You had been to this place every other week, though, and you had just the idea. Hobi was still engrossed in reading through the cocktail list while you ordered eight Landsharks and accepted the tray that was handed to you over the counter.

“Shots?” Yoongi sounded almost hopeful when you got back to the table.

“Not quite!” You managed to put your prize down without spilling or even jostling the glasses before squeezing back into your seat between Namjoon and Jungkook. There was an excited smile on your face, considering you hadn’t opened an evening like that in forever. You grabbed one of the shot glasses and raised it. “Tequila.” You pointed at the pints. “Beer.” Then you dropped the shot glass into the pint where it promptly sank with a soft clinking sound. “Landshark.”

“Poktan-ju?” Jimin asked no one in particular. Affirmative noises were being made around the table. Seven more shots were sunk into the waiting arms of beer, then you all raised your glasses. Whatever you had been expecting from them, being able to hold their liquor as well as they did was not on the list. Soon, you had become the second loudest table in the place, laughing and sharing anecdotes and asking stupid questions. Conversation flowed easily and you became more than buzzed as the clock ticked on. You considered yourself to be somewhat of an expert drinker, but by midnight the room started to look a little unsteady to you, even though your worldview had softened around the edges. Jimin, who had been downing his drinks like water, had joined Tae and Jungkook in their peanut slinging competition, Yoongi and Jin were singing along to the music at odd volumes, Hobi stared into the void and Namjoon – was silently nursing his beer. When he threw his arm around your shoulders, you didn’t think twice before leaning back against him.

“You guys are so much fun,” you giggled into his dress shirt. He smiled, you thought, and in your inebriated state, you were hit with the sudden realization of how good he smelled. It took most of your strength not to start sniffing him. “Like, ridiculously fun. And so good at drinking!”

“Korea has a very, uh, intense drinking culture,” he slurred. Before he could go into detail about that, Jimin, who you hadn’t realized had left in the first place, returned to the table with a tray of shots.

It took you until Sunday afternoon to resurface. You came to on your couch, face buried in your assortment of throw pillows, still in your dress and tights, but braless. A small construction site seemed to have sprung up inside your head since you last used it, or so it felt. Your mouth was dry and your movements sluggish as you tried to get up. When you managed to stand, you almost slipped on your phone. It lit up under your foot and displayed a whooping 34 unread messages and two missed calls. Only one coherent thought managed to form in your mind: what the fuck?

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eutaerpe · 5 years ago

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a certain romance

pairing — namjoon x reader

genre/warnings— boyfriend!namjoon, bad humour, (attemps at) dirty talking, mostly dry humping.

summary — “Let’s prove a point to Park fucking Jimin, then.” He angles your face so that he can kiss you freely on your cheek and neck and the sweet spot behind your ear. As he does so, your breath hitching, he smiles wider, and his voice turns deeper. “At the end of the day I can still fuck you into the mattress, right?”

notes — this one literally came out of the blue. i just wanted to write :) unedited, so sorry in advance for any mistake?

“Jimin says we can’t text like a normal couple.”

Namjoon drops his phone on the bed, hair still wet from the shower. “He—what?”

“I know,” you groan, plopping on his unmade and very messy bed, his arms slowly enveloping you in a hug, “He says we always end up sexting.”

“Jimin.” He says, blinking silently, “Jimin told you that.”

You hum, closing your eyes as he brushes his fingers into your hair. Namjoon must feel outraged at the revelation, because he laughs without a trace of irony and spits back: “Park I fingered my girlfriend under the table at dinner with my parents Jimin?”

“Yeah,” the corners of your lips tug upwards, “Park I fucked my girlfriend in the shower while Taehyung was brushing his teeth Jimin.”

“The short one. Filled with rage?”

“Closer to hell.”

“Dirtier than hyung’s epic rendezvous?”

“Which hyung,” you chuckle, turning into his arms and staring at his gorgeous, mad face. “Jin, Yoongi or Hoseok?”

“The shortest one,” he replies, pinching his nose. “Maybe the kinkiest people in the world are the shortest.”

“Hey,” you elbow him, eyes closed, “I’m short.”

“And I’m not complaining, babe.”

“I mean,” you start, unlocking your phone, “I think he does have a point though.”

“Babe,” he rasps, tickling your neck, “We just have a very healthy sexual life.”

“We have a sex playlist on Spotify.”

“We also use flavored condoms. Your point?”

Namjoon’s poker face makes you huff and throw your head back in an exhilarated laugh. “Okay, let’s check our last conversation. You down?”

He passes a hand through his dark blonde hair, wetting his lips. “Yeah,” Namjoon answers, shuffling on his back on the bed and throwing you on top of him, your phone in his hands.

“You sent me a,” you hear him click his tongue, pensive, “Nice text back.”

“That I did,” you sniff, hand on his broad chest, rolling your eyes because maybe Jimin did have a point. And your boyfriend is starting to noticing it now only. “That probably was the most awkward thing I did at my own place with my sister in the other room.”

Namjoon slowly untangles the knots in your hair, his unnerving smile on his soft, plump lips. He’s lying comfortably on his bed, as if you were having the most innocent and innocuous conversation. One that doesn’t highlight the excessive use of sexual innuendos in your conversations.

“Let’s prove a point to Jimin,” he says, a minute later, after he was left meditating on his thoughts, “We can have a conversation that doesn’t culminate into sex related stuff.”

“I know we can.”

“Brilliant,” your boyfriend huffs, before throwing your phone on his bed table and holding decently in his arms. “Now let me hold you.”

“Who ever said you can’t start affectionate gestures?”

“Jimin, probably. Closer to hell and all.”

“Man, these short people are gonna ruin us.”

“I know, right? They come into our lives and storm into our houses and we let them in because they’re cute.” You wait before answering, your right hand on his arm. “That was the mushiest thing that came out of your mouth since I’ve known you.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Oh my god,” you sit up, eyes comically wide, “I know why we always sext.”

“We do not.”

“Joon,” you pass a hand through your hair, the sudden realization frantically washing over you, “We never text each-other cringey, couple-y shit. If we do, it’s… weird. And we try to compensate the weird tension with the sexual tension.”

“Okay, Freud,” Namjoon exhales, before following your steps and sitting again on his own bed, “Let’s say we do. It’s not because we can’t bear the weird tension. There isn’t a weird tension. We’re just used to show affection in a way that’s different from other couples.”

He licks his lips, gesturing with his hands. “’M not talking about Jimin and his girlfriend.”

“Of course, we’re not.”

“We literally saw them making out on our own couch.”

“And heard them going at it more than once” you supply, rolling your eyes. Nothing to deny, really. The two of them had heart boners for each-other as much as they had real, magnetic, fucking chemical attraction for the other. Taehyung still makes puking gestures when they start kissing – which always ends up with her in his lap. Among other nasty things – and there are approximately fourteen ongoing bets regarding the two of them. Once upon a time there were sixteen, but apparently short people have some kind of connection—that’s why Jimin showed up late on your usual Wednesday nights out with a foolish, idiotic smile on his lips and silently crowned you winner of two freaking bets at the time.

“That doesn’t change the fact that we don’t show we care as much as they do.”

Namjoon blinks silently at that, his palms barely brushing your knuckles.

“Not that there’s a problem with that.” You whisper, “I know you love me just as loudly and clear. It’s just the same to me.”

You tilt your head while Namjoon processes your words, nodding to himself and humming a silent answer, your fingers quickly finding their perfect spot on your boyfriends’ neck. “I know.” He steals a glance at your parted lips, before pressing a chaste kiss on them. The kiss soon turns into two, or three, and surely there’s a fourth indefinitely sloppier, and slower and more desperate, almost panting.

“Babe,” he presses his smile on your jaw, cupping your cheek with his big hand, “Let’s prove a point to Park fucking Jimin, then.” He angles your face so that he can kiss you freely on your cheek and neck and the sweet spot behind your ear. As he does so, your breath hitching, he smiles wider, and his voice turns deeper. “At the end of the day I can still fuck you into the mattress, right?”

Kim fucking Namjoon. You gulp, unconsciously pressing your legs together and shutting your eyelids down. “Y-yeah.” You nod, “That sounds like a plan.”

“What,” he deadpans, a smirk plastered on his knowing face, “the Jimin deal or the fucking you?”

“Both,” you admit, voice a hush, “Mostly the fucking.”

“Mostly the fucking?”

“Especially the fucking.”

“Now,” he runs his fingers through the hem of your t-shirt, playing with the glimpse of skin he exposed. “That’s my good girl.”

“I hate you,” you say, lying, pushing your boyfriend on his bed, and throwing your shirt away on the ground. “So much.”

“Big fat lie.”

He brings you down with him, mouths connecting in a second. Namjoon takes his time unhooking your bra, his attention focused solely on your lips; when he finally does, he smiles. “Drop the attitude, baby.” He coos, “Then your pants.”

You still yourself, mouth on his neck, before groaning. “I’m suddenly not wet.”

“That’s a lie and we both know it.”

You place yourself on his center, palms on his broad chest and you stare at him, his eyebrows raised. “We were doing so fine.”

“Yeah?” – his hands roam on your hips and grab them seconds later, sliding you on his crotch as he starts moving you with a steady rhythm. When you moan – because there’s not much you can do when you’re putty in your tall, warm, loving boyfriend’s hands, he smirks, all taunting and pretty – “I think we’re still doing a pretty fine job.”

“O-Oh—fuck, Joon.”

“Grind on me, babe.”

You place your forearms on either side of his head, pressing yourself on his erection and losing yourself in his warmth, cheeks heated and hair mussy. You can’t help but suppress a groan when his palms sink in the back pockets of your shorts, grabbing you.

“You’re a dick.”

“And you’re cute. Not cute, like I wanna…” he grunts, thrusting upwards, “Pinch your cheeks. Maybe your ass cheeks. More like…” you can practically feel the outline of his dick and the realization alone makes you cry, and moan, and cry out his name. “Push you up against a wall.”

“Fuck me.”

It’s half a beg, half a desperate, frantic request. You’re so lost in your boyfriend’s touch that nothing else beside the very pretty, dimpled man matters. Nothing bears the same significance and relevance in your periphery – in your day, in your life – as he does. Which is truly, wholeheartedly terrifying. To have someone this important right here, next to your flushed body. He’s burning, and alive, and bright, someone quite close to a whole galaxy in flesh and blood. You blush at the thought, while he fondles your cheek; you barely hear the “all in due time” he exhales right before he goes to unzip your shorts.

“Enjoy the ride?”

“Oh my god,” you shudder, then let out a bubble laugh, hiding in the crook of his neck. “Namjoon.”

The boyfriend snickers, arms bent behind his neck. “I’m surely going to.”

((neither namjoon nor you hear the distinctive ping of his phone, signalling a new unread text. as a wise man once said, jimin: 0, namjoon: 1.

))

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angelguk · 6 years ago

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» breakfast in bed - jeongguk scenario

Jeon Jeongguk - BTS

words - 2.6k

genre - college!au, smut, established relationship, drabble

warnings - oral sex (fem receiving) / switch!jeongguk / baby boy is just whipped for the way you look in the morning / unprotected sex (use condoms in real life plz) / this was very much inspired by that airport look i love one (1) man

soundtrack - lukas graham, love someone / daniel caesar, beauty & essex

gif credit: @ggukbwi

“Why are you watching me sleep?” You mumbled out, voice still rough in your throat. The words felt heavy falling from your mouth, tongue still asleep, but with the morning sunlight streaming into Jeongguk’s bedroom your body was slowly waking itself up. It didn’t help that you could feel his gaze raking against your skin, even with your own shut tightly.

“I’m not! Your face isn’t that gorgeous,” Jeongguk huffed back, rolling closer to you. A delicate press of lips against the back of your neck tenderly drew you away from the embrace of slumber. You felt a wave of heat pulse underneath your skin, responding unconsciously to touch you’d become accustomed too and yet still managed to overwhelm you every time you were near him. Another kiss, this time harder and leaving a tepid print of his mouth on your skin. You could feel the smile on his mouth as he moved to murmur in your ear, fingertips grazing gently against your bare arms. “But good morning love.”

Your eyes fluttered open, greeted by sinewy muscles enclosing around your waist, Jeongguk’s half-lidded eyes gazing at your as he moved into to press a kiss on your forehead. You revelled in his touch, twisting around so you could slot yourself against his bare chest, the movement of his muscles as his arm tightened around you sending a rush of warm to your core. Jeongguk always slept as naked as he possibly could, foregoing shirts and pants for loose boxers and bare skin. You never objected it but sometimes it worked against you – like in the morning when you really needed to get out of bed but instead all you can think about is how warm the bed is with him in it and how carved out the thighs entrapping you were and whether not Jeongguk would let your ride them before breakfast.

“Neither are you,” You murmured into the downy pillows, lips twitching into a smile when you felt him press his mouth against the crock of your neck once more, his hips bucking gently against your own. “Good morning babe, shouldn’t we get breakfast?”

The hand around your waist snaked down towards your crotch, fingertips lightly caressing your thighs. “Breakfast is right here.”

You choked out a laugh. “Are you serious?”

“Very.” Another kiss to your neck, one that had you stretching in order to give him more access. You couldn’t help but melt into him, your mind was not fully alert and the only thing you could focus on was the way he turned your nerves into fireworks and sent your skin aflame with the slightest touch. And he knew what he was doing because his fingers slid up your thighs, pulling aside your underwear.

“How are you always this wet?” Jeongguk was devouring your neck, lips nipping at your sensitive skin while the pads of his fingertips coated themselves in your slick, slowly parting your folds and dragging themselves right up to your clit.

“My boyfriend is a sex maniac, what do you expect from that.” Jeongguk flicked your clit in retaliation, sending a tidal wave of desire straight to your core, coupled with the press of his erection against your ass, the familiar knot in your gut was forming rapidly.

“And yet I’ve never heard you complain.”

“I don’t mind-” You arched into his bulge. He’d dipped two of his fingers into your pussy, his groan muffled into your skin. You’d gotten used to the stretch Jeongguk’s fingers gave you and yet it still took your breath away – how his hands could elicit such a response from you’d never know.

“I thought you wanted to eat me out?” You whined, thighs covered in your slick as Jeongguk’s fingers snapped into you.

“Relax baby, I’m getting there. I want you to come on my fingers first.”

Jeongguk was probably going to get what he wanted, judging from the way your thighs occasional twitched when the pads of his fingertips pressed against that familiar spot inside you. You were wantonly moaning now, your little gasps colouring the air and sending a rush of blood straight to Jeongguk’s already hard cock.

You looked so pretty like this, hair still a mess and eyes fluttering shut with every snap of his fingers into your cunt. Waking up beside you in the morning always made him feel emotions he could never put into words. He wanted to wrap you in his arms forever but he also wanted to eat your out for hours. Just because you happened to look especially cute in the morning. But he’d never tell you that, at least not outright.

“Jeongguk,” He’d curled his fingers, pressing them into that spot with every thrust into your pussy. He was coaxing the orgasm right out of you. You found yourself coming apart after he found his way back to your clit, rubbing it in a way that had ripples of pleasure rushing to your core.

“F-fuck.” You ground into his hips, the curve of his cock slotting right in between your ass. You could feel the drip of precum leaking from him, the fabric of his boxers getting in the way. Those should have come off moments ago. But Jeongguk hadn’t touched himself, just watched you with darkened eyes has your sloppily rode his fingers until your high ebbed away.

“Was that good?”

You huffed, walls fluttered around his drenched fingers in response, evoking a smile from Jeongguk that had you aching to kiss him.

“Come – come here,” You fingers reached out for him, legs feeling like mush underneath you as flipped yourself around in order to get your hands on his dick. His fingers slipped from your cunt, leaving your empty and needy but you knew something would be filling you soon.

His own hands stopped your movements, a satisfied grin on his face as he rose onto his knees. A second later he was in front of you, pushing your back into the duvet and spreading your legs apart. Your underwear was tugged off before you could blink but Jeongguk’s stayed on despite the fabric stretching in protest. You wanted to reach out and pull it off for him but the look in his brown eyes as his gaze slithered down your body held you still.

“Baby, take your top off,” He was yanking at the hem of the shirt you’d stolen from his closet last night. You obliged, gladly stripping it off, leaving your body complete bare, illuminated by the warm rays of sun filtering in through closed curtains. Jeongguk’s mouth was your breasts a moment later, enclosing your nipple in a wet warmth that reigniting the buzz that had been firing underneath your skin, toes curling into the sheets when he playfully nipped at them. Your hands found themselves raking through his soft mahogany tresses, yanking whenever he’d drag his tongue a certain way against your sensitive nipples. The groans slipping from his throat made your thighs twitch with need.

Then he glanced up at you, eyes wide and dark with desire with his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples. He pulled off with a wet plop, moving up to mold his mouth against yours.

Kissing Jeongguk was an activity you’d never get tired of. Sometimes they were rough, with teeth clashing and harsh nips but this one, in the glow of the early morning, was something else. He coaxed open your mouth, warm tongue sliding against your lips until you returned the favor, intertwining your mouths together. When he pulled away you could feel the press of his mouth against your own, lips still buzzing.

Jeongguk’s lips trailed down your chest, leaving your skin vibrating, until his mouth landed on your cunt, tongue slipping between the folds, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight of Jeongguk between your legs was something you wanted to be engraved on your memory. His tousled brown hair vaguely obscured his eyes and your hands moved forward, yanking the hair back as he dragged his tongue across your pussy. Undeniably, Jeongguk was very very skilled at eating you out, he knew how to alternate between short quick flicks that left your back arching and long strips of his tongue that had you're grinding your pussy into his face. And he didn’t mind making a mess – in fact he preferred it when he left your legs with his mouth covered in your slick.

At this point you were a mess, your fingernails scraping against his scalp as you whined with every press of his lips against you. Jeongguk loved it, the way you’d buck against tongue, the sounds you’d made as he unravelled you with his mouth. That was probably why he loved eating you out so much. You sounded so wrecked and it made him ruin you even more.

“Jeongguk – ahhah” Your hips were moving on their own accord, his fingertips clasped around your hips holding them down. He could tell your close again from the way your chest heaved with every haggard breath you took in and the occasional flutter of your walls every time he slipped his tongue into your soaking core.

You whined in frustration when he pulled away, glancing down to find his eyes wide and blown out, and mouth glossy with your slick. He grinned, the bed dipping underneath his weight as he shuffled forward, your legs still spread apart, pressing his hard clothed cock against your pussy.

“Fuck, baby you’re so wet. So fucking wet, you’re killing me.” Jeongguk’s mouth found yours once again, his hips snapping into you as your fingers dug into his back.

You hummed, pulling away when you felt his boxers rubbing you the wrong way. “Take this damned thing off.” You dug your fingers into the fabric, impatiently ripping away at the fabric, until Jeongguk gave in, rising up so you could pull it down his thighs. He immediately kicked it into the corner of the room, leaning back down to slip his cock in between your folds.

You didn’t expect the groan that left his lips as they slotted right back against yours. His weight forced you to spread your legs further apart, giving him more room to coat his dick in your essence. His thrusts we controlled, almost as if he was holding himself back given the telling tensing of his muscles underneath your fingertips.

“Condom?” He asked, pulling away to reveal his swollen pink lips. His hair was a royal mess and his face was flushed, eyes locked on yours.

You shook your head. Your period was relatively close anyway. The sigh Jeongguk gave as he rutted against you sent another wave of want dripping out of you.

“Can I come inside?”

“Depends on how good you fuck me,” You retorted. You were aching for something inside you and while you enjoyed the way Jeongguk looked grinding his cock against your pussy you’d much rather have him inside you.

He cocked an eyebrow, pausing his ministrations as a smirk tugged at his lips. “Is that a challenge?”

“I never said it like that but take it that way if you want to.”

He huffed indignantly, yanking you towards him. “If you can keep quiet I’ll pull out but if you make noise I get to cum inside.”

“Deal.”

Jeongguk was guiding his cock down your pussy to your fluttering core, pausing to gather some of the slick and rub himself down before he realigned himself and thrust into you in one harsh motion.

You bit your lip, holding back the surprised moan that slipped from your throat. He glanced up, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as you sunk down on his cock, the stretch making your stomach cave in longing.

“Look at you,” Jeongguk commented, shallowly thrusting, the pads of his fingertips on your clit once more. It wasn’t hard for the searing warmth that had ebbed away to resurface once more, leaving your skin tepid and humming underneath his hands. “You take my cock so well, baby girl.” Another series of thrusts, this time with more purpose, had your fisting the bed sheets around you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jeongguk leaned forward, forcing your legs open so that he could pound into you from an angle that had you biting your tongue as your hummed out your moans. His mouth found the spot on your neck that he’d been working at earlier, tongue pressing into the sensitive skin as his cock thrusted into your wet cunt.

“Tell me how much you love this baby. I know you do,” His nipped at your neck, hands now holding your hips up as he fucked you. “Come on, I know you want to.”

“Fuck you Jeon Jeongguk,” You ground out, trying to level your breathing.

His laugh melted into your skin, hips stuttering to a pause. “Baby please, I really want to cum inside you. Just moan.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes but you kept your mouth shut. He glanced at you, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Oh, so we’re really playing it like that.”

You nodded, dragging your fingers across the nape of his neck, reeling in the way he leaned into the touch.

“Bet.”

In a second, Jeongguk had you folded in half, hips brutally slamming into your own as he fucked you into the mattress. It took all your will power to not scream out his name. His cock was slamming right into your that spot and oh-

“Fuck! Jeongguk-uh! F-fuck!” Waves of pleasure floated through your system, leaving your back arching in vain attempt to bring him closer. But Jeongguk was already so deep – so fucking deep into you and you didn’t know where you ended and he began. “Baby, please - please, just make me cum. I c-can’t take it.”

Jeongguk pressed his mouth against your neck, his smile evident. His thrusts became more erratic, wilder as his hips stuttered into your own, his groans and sighs not lost to your ears. You involuntarily flexed your walls around him, his wrecked groan leaving you dripping all over his cock. You could feel him twitching against your, aim getting sloppier with every snap.

His fingers joined his motions, rubbing against your clit until you were whining and mindless bucking into the feeling, the building wave within your core crashing down with one particular direct thrust into your pussy.

“Fuck.” The world felt loose as your melted into the bed beneath you, toes curling as Jeongguk kept pounding into you, chasing his own high. He found it a moment later, hips coming to a jutting halt as he pressed himself into you, almost as if he wanted to mold your bodies together, spurts of cum hitting your inner walls as he groaned into your ear.

He rolled off a moment later, eyes closing as satisfaction melted through his body. His hand came to rest upon on your stomach, tracing idle patterns as you scooted into his arms, cum dripping from your pussy.

“Now I have to go and shower,” You muttered. “Just because you wanted to nut in me.”

His eyes cracked open. “Sit on my face, I’ll clean you up.” You paused, momentarily considering a third orgasm when your stomach grumbled. Jeongguk laughed, chest rising against your own. “Or is breakfast more important?” He asked with a soft smile on his face.

“If you’re fast we can go to Jerry’s for pancakes afterward,” You offered, pulling his face closer to yours so could press a kiss against his mouth.

“I’m fine with that.”

You moved, getting on your knees so that your sling your legs around Jeongguk’s face when a knock on his bedroom door had your froze you in your steps.

“Um.” It was Namjoon. “Could you keep it down, some of us are trying to sleep.”

Jeongguk’s laugh against your thigh had something warm and gentle blooming in your chest, a content smile unwittingly painting itself on your face. His tongue licked a gentle strip against your pussy, the taste of both of you slipping into his mouth.

“Try and stay quiet this time baby.”

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,006

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali

Chapter 39: Not Today

“Today we’ll never die. The light will pierce through the darkness.”

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Seoul – Myeongdong; Jung District South Korea

It was the calm before the storm.

Hoseok could feel it in his bones to the point where he swore that they creaked with each step he took. He barely heard what Namjoon was telling him as they approached the large building in downtown Myeongdong. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince him to change his mind; to postpone this meeting for another day. Or if it was something else entirely. Hoseok was only vaguely aware of the noises on the streets as they passed pedestrians on the path to their destination.

There was too much simmering beneath the surface for him to focus on anything outside of reaching his destination.

When he’d received the call from Taehyung a couple of days ago, Hoseok knew it was time for him to make his move. Yoongi falling ill and being hospitalized, even for a day, should have been the metaphorical straw that broke the camel’s back. Truth be told, Hoseok was in and out of meetings for most of the days during the week and had little time to spare outside of his business practices. Things were starting to look good. Things were finally beginning to take a positive turn, just as they planned.

Even with the instances that the Jade Fangs did show up, they were minor inconveniences at most. Hoseok was made aware of the slight against Eden, Jungkook’s girlfriend. He offered to have her monitored, but at Jungkook’s behest, he didn’t follow through. Eden was apparently a woman who valued her personal life and her privacy. The last thing she wanted was anyone shadowing her unnecessarily, even if it was for her own protection. From what he was told, Eden was also a woman who could more than handle herself if it came to a rough and tumble fight.

Hoseok did not pull his eyes back from Raelyn, even if she was seeing Taehyung now. There was always the chance that something could happen and at a moment when everyone least expected it. If she were ever made aware of it, he would apologize for it later. In this case, it was better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.

Old habits die hard, as they say…

Feet shuffled to a halt as he stood in front of the large building, Namjoon at his side. The two of them looked up at the high-rise, the sun already sinking beyond the horizon and down below the tree lines. The twilight hour was upon them and the world was still just as busy buzzing with life. As it would continue to do for many days to come.

Clearing his throat, he began to move forward – approaching the sliding glass doors. “Let’s go,” he said just as the doors opened to grant them entrance.

Two security guards approached them from either side, causing the two men to stop in the main lobby. Hoseok lofted a brow at each of them and Namjoon shuffled just a little bit closer to him. His tan trench coat hung off his shoulders while he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pin-striped slacks. Lifting one hand from the pocket, he undid the button on the matching suit jacket as he slid his aviators off his face.

“Im Changkyun is expecting me,” came his even reply as he put the shades into the inner pocket of his jacket, “so be good boys and step aside.”

Hoseok didn’t bother hiding his irritation. He wanted it known that this wasn’t some pleasant little business meeting or a check-in visit. This was nothing of the sort.

This…was personal.

A phone rang at the secretary’s desk, snapping her out of her momentary trance at the small incident that was stirring in the lobby. The two security guards continued to block Hoseok’s path, but then the woman quickly stood from her seat and bowed before hanging up the phone. She clapped her hands to get the guards’ attention.

“Chairman Im said to let them through.”

The guards stood there a little while longer before finally stepping to the side, giving both Hoseok and Namjoon a clear path. They approached the desk where the young woman handed Hoseok a keycard. She bowed in apologies before pointing to the corridor off to the right.

“If you take that hallway, there are sets of elevators. The key card will give you access to the Chairman’s office on the top floor.”

Hoseok flashed her a polite grin, waving the card at her clamped between his fingers. “Thank you.”

And without so much as a second glance, he began heading toward the hallway. Namjoon followed behind him, making sure that the two security guards weren’t intent on doing something stupid. Hoseok didn’t see his friend visibly relax until they were alone in the elevator.

He slid the keycard through the card reader, waiting for the elevator to begin lifting them from the ground floor. When it jerked slightly upon its initial ascent was when Namjoon finally spoke.

“Hoseok-ah? Do you think—”

“Don’t, Namjoon-ah,” he interrupted, staring ahead at their muddied reflections on the elevator’s stainless-steel doors, “not now.”

“We didn’t even discuss this with the others.”

There was concern in Namjoon’s voice, which was well-warranted. It was rare for Hoseok to go rogue. When he did, it was usually something small. He never made moves like this without discussing it with the others first. Seokjin always made it a point to ensure that everyone was on the same page so that none of them could get blind-sided. Strategizing and prioritizing situations before others was what helped the Golden Jackals climb up the ladder of success so quickly. Impulsivity had no place in their lives back then and it shouldn’t have now.

However, this time, Hoseok wanted to be selfish. He’d earned the right to be selfish. He deserved and had every right to be as livid as he was at that moment. Anyone who tried to tell him otherwise was delusional.

“This doesn’t concern them right now.” He cast a sidelong glance to Namjoon, brows furrowing deeply. “Honestly, I don’t even like that you’re with me. You should have stayed in the car like I told you to.”

Namjoon blinked at him, clearly jarred by his words. Or that he’d suddenly grown a second head. “You thought you’d just waltz into Im Changkyun’s business office alone, huh?” He snorted. “Yeah, no. Jin Hyung would have my head and I’m a pretty big fan of it staying attached to my neck.”

Hoseok grinned. “That’s not like you, Namjoon-ah. You’re usually the first one to show your guts.”

“Yeah, well that was then. This is now.”

The elevator dinged softly as they reached their destination. The steel doors slid open slowly, revealing a long hallway with a black and red carpet leading from the elevator to a pair of double doors at the very end of the long stretch. There was someone standing just outside the door, but they were too far away to be made out easily.

Hoseok stepped out and strode forward, Namjoon matching his pace. The closer they got to the end of the hallway, the more the person’s face standing just outside the door came into view. When they were only a couple of yards away, they could now tell it was Shownu. He looked between the two of them, a satisfied smirk etching his features. Hoseok peered up at the man who was older and slightly taller than him. His image from five years ago overlapped his current one and a phantom ache throbbed at Hoseok’s side from when he’d been kicked by the man in the rainstorm.

Shownu politely stood away from the door, gesturing toward it. “He’s waiting for you, Jung Hoseok.”

He nodded, casting his gaze over toward Namjoon. “Wait here.”

Namjoon looked like he was about to protest, but then Shownu placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Let’s get a drink, hm? I’m sure they’re going to have a lot to discuss.”

Again, Namjoon looked reticent. But Hoseok nodded, his earlier expression dissolving into a softer one. He saw his friend blink in surprise. He could only imagine what his face looked like, but it probably reflected an old version of himself he hadn’t shown in quite some time. After a moment, he watched Namjoon sigh before nodding.

“If you need anything, call me.”

Hoseok nodded again. “I will.”

He waited, watching the two men make their way back down the hall. Shownu turned off to the left, entering a room and Namjoon followed. But not before he met his gaze one more time. Hoseok took a breath, promising to apologize to Namjoon later, and opened the doors.

The interior of the office was what Hoseok would have expected. Pristine. Clean. Modern. There was the traditional name plate sitting on top of a black polished desk made of expensive and imported wood. The marbling on the floor was flawless and the furniture held a business design with sectionals surrounding a glass and metal coffee table. Elegant art pieces decorated the walls and off to the right was a large window that overlooked the entire downtown area of Myeongdong from hundreds of feet in the air. A wet bar was situated near the small nook near the back.

Hoseok wasn’t impressed, however. This was to be expected of Im Changkyun, the Wolf of the Jade Fangs. He hadn’t climbed up in the ranks and obtained his title of “leader” if he wasn’t capable of this level of eloquence and prestige. His ambition suited his taste in decorating.

Instead of stepping further inside, he remained near the entrance as the doors closed behind him. Changkyun was seated at his desk, immersed in a book of some sort. The computer monitor was situated, visually, to Hoseok’s right. When their eyes met, Hoseok didn’t smile even though Changkyun did.

“Oh, Hoseok Hyung,” he said, closing the book and sliding it just to the side of him, “welcome. I’ll admit, I was a little surprised when I received your call. It’s not often you take the time to come visit me.”

Hoseok heard the bitter edge to the statement but made no effort to acknowledge it. He gave a slight shrug, remaining where he was until he saw Changkyun slowly rising from his plush leather chair. The wheels shifted along the marble floor and it was in that moment that Hoseok reached behind him to turn the deadbolt on the door – synchronizing it to match the sound of the chair’s movements.

“Your boys have been paying mine little visits here and there,” he said, stepping away from the door, “I figured that I should return the favor.”

Changkyun flashed an open-mouthed grin. “Ah, yes. Yes, they have.” He reached up to brush his dark hair out of his eyes. “Is that the reason for this, Hyung? Are the boys getting in your way?”

Hoseok scoffed. “Hardly.”

“Hmm, well that’s no good. I was hoping that was why.”

Slowly, Hoseok made his way to the left of the sectionals in the center of the office. “Because?”

“Because I’m still trying to figure you out, Hyung. I have questions and you haven’t answered them all yet.”

Changkyun’s words didn’t match his expression. Instead of looking inquisitive, he had the look of a man who appeared to have already won the game. It was a look that Hoseok remembered from many years ago – before the Golden Jackals were formed. Before they truly began to understand what the criminal underworld really looked like.

Before Im Changkyun killed the previous leader of the Jade Fangs in cold blood.

“Then let me give them to you.”

Hoseok’s body moved in a blur – matching the speed of his youth which was fueled by his anger alone. He knew he wasn’t in his twenties anymore. He hadn’t been fighting every day like he had years ago when his brothers and he first arrived in Seoul. Their lives were harder, but they were much simpler back then. When they were happier and driven to reach a future they could all obtain together.

He tapped into that feeling and rushed Changkyun’s desk – his trench coat flying off his shoulders and landing on the ground just as he went airborne. Just like that rainy night five years ago, during the gang war on the streets of Gangnam, he watched Changkyun’s smug look melt away as sudden realization washed over him instead. Hoseok cleared the chair at the head of the coffee table and landed on Changkyun’s desk in a crouch.

Jerking his right arm, the switch blade slid from the sleeve of his jacket and landed in his hand. He flicked the blade free, aiming straight for Changkyun’s neck. However, he knew that this wouldn’t be enough for the leader of the Jade Fangs. There was a reason he’d earned the nickname Wolf all those years ago. And it was because of his primal instincts.

Those very instincts came into play as he reached up to catch Hoseok’s wrist. Changkyun tried to pull his arm away from his body, attempting to keep the blade as far from his neck as possible. But just like Changkyun earned his moniker, so had Hoseok. The Death Claw didn’t back down from a fight because he’d looked The Grim Reaper in his face and spit in it.

Hoseok used his free hand to grab at his wrist, fingers locking over Changkyun’s and then pushing his weight forward. What distance was gained was soon minimized as Hoseok leaned in, the tip of the knife moving up and casting a shadow over Changkyun’s face. If he wouldn’t let him take his throat, he would jam the blade straight into his eye socket.

“H-Hyung,” growled Changkyun through clenched teeth as he glared up at Hoseok, “what do you think you’re doing?”

He could feel his arms trembling with the amount of force he was exerting. Changkyun was putting in just as much effort, causing a horrible stalemate that was on the verge of fracturing. The odds evened out as Hoseok watched him reaching up with his free hand to brace against his own wrist – mimicking each other.

“What does it look like?” Hoseok replied, his eyes narrowing darkly, “I’m answering your questions.”

He watched him blinking up at him in confusion. He was a young man Hoseok once believed to be full of potential and drive. Someone Hoseok admired years ago. Before he discovered the depth of his said ambition.

Silence stretched between them, neither of them easing off their stance or their grips. Hoseok felt a bead of sweat slip down his temple just as he saw one sliding down to drip from Changkyun’s chin. There were the occasional grunting sounds as one attempted to overpower the other, but outside of that, no words were spoken.

Changkyun finally let out a choked-out scoff, bitter disappointment evident on his features. Yet he smirked, regardless. “So, this is your answer, Hyung?”

Hoseok mirrored his gaze. “Yes, Changkyun-ah, it is.”

Something passed over the younger man’s face. But it was so brief, Hoseok couldn’t place it. At least not then.

“That’s a shame, Hoseok Hyung. A real shame.” He let out a shaky breath. “But if this is your answer, then I guess I have no choice but to continue the game without you.”

And then he moved faster than Hoseok could have anticipated. He released his hold and Hoseok felt all his weight collapsing forward. The blade nicked Changkyun’s cheek, but it was a sacrifice he willingly made. Hoseok realized this when he saw knuckles sailing toward his face. He pivoted in mid-air, changing his trajectory and his shoulder landed hard on the desk. Changkyun moved to elbow-drop him, but Hoseok whirled his legs into the air to block the assault, slamming his knee into Changkyun’s shoulder before rolling completely off the desk.

However, as he landed on the marble flooring, he felt pain exploding across his back and causing him to stumble forward. He quickly pivoted on his heels just as he saw Changkyun lowering his arm from where he’d had it extended – noting that his punch had, in fact, successfully connected. The two of them heaved, inhaling a lungful of air. Hoseok reached up to dab at the sweat on his brow with the back of his wrist.

A full minute passed before both men lowered their stances, silently agreeing that this discussion was at its conclusion. Hoseok turned to head toward the entrance, scooping up his trench coat along the way. Just as he made to unlatch the doors to the office, he heard Changkyun popping his neck before a breathy chuckle escaped.

“You’ve made yourself clear. So now I’m going to make myself clear.”

Pausing, Hoseok turned to look back at the leader of the Jade Fangs. But he chose to say nothing. Changkyun continued.

“What I do from this moment on, you no longer play a factor into it. What happens after today is a result of the answer you’ve given me. And I’m going to make good on it.”

Hoseok scoffed. “Is that right?” He rolled his eyes, unlatching the door. “We’re done playing this game with you. Do what you want.”

The grin that Changkyun gave him was the most wolfish he’d ever seen and it caused his spine to lock up uncomfortably, even for just a moment.

“Oh, I will. Trust me.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Just remember that it’s nothing personal, Jung Hoseok.”

Dropping the honorific was expected. Hoseok wasn’t surprised. So, instead of giving it credence, he simply exited the office and slammed the doors behind him. He needed to breathe. He needed air. So, for now, he would simply text Namjoon to come out when he was ready and that he’d be waiting in the car.

After he vomited his anger into a nearby bush somewhere.

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yoongis-scooter · 5 years ago

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here comes the baker

pairing: seokjin x reader

word count: 1,358

genre: baker!seokjin, florist!reader, namjoon and jungkook make a small appearance

warnings: like 1 swear word lol and a lil kiss :’), jungkook keeps ruining the moment

authors note: my first request!!! this was so cute and i had a lot of fun writing it!! also fun fact i went through and edited this during my ap exam

“why do roses have thorns? do you think it’s because they’re emotionally unavailable or something?” jungkook asked. you raise an eyebrow at him, not exactly knowing how to respond.

“i- i don’t know? why don’t you ask them”

“mister rose, why do you ha-”

“jesus christ jungkook can you please just put the roses where they belong” you huff. sometimes you think hiring jungkook was a mistake, but he never fails to offer some comedic relief, so you keep him around.

when you had first opened your shop, it was just you. sure it was stressful, but you were doing what you loved and you wouldn’t have it any other way. as cheesy as it sounds, flowers were your passion. their beauty never failed to amaze you. but there was one thing that you thought was a little bit more beautiful than the flowers.

and that was none other than kim seokjin.

he owned the small bakery that was located right across the street from you. when you had first opened up your shop, he brought you a tray of blueberry muffins as a welcome gift. and ever since then he makes an appearance at your shop in the morning right before he opens. he always asks to see your latest shipments of flowers to see if there’s anything new he can put by his register. and every morning you give him exactly ten flowers so that they can be displayed at the front of his store.

this routine has been going on for a month now. and it is so painfully obvious that the two of you have feelings for each other. but of course both of you just pretend like the feelings are there and continue having conversations as if the two of you aren’t head over heels for each other.

the bell on your door jingles and you look up to see seokjin enter the shop.

“you’re early this morning” you chirped, a smile growing on your face as seokjin walks closer to where you were standing. he stops when he’s a couple of inches away from you and you can smell the scent of fresh baked pastries on his clothes.

“well, i got done with pepping a bit earlier than i thought so i figured i would grace you with my presence earlier than usual” seokjin sighs. you scoff and roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile at his remark.

“well lucky for you i have something new today” you grinned. you had just ordered a bunch of roses. coral roses. you were praying to any god out there that seokjin picked up on the meaning behind your roses, but unfortunately not everyone knows the secret meaning behind every flower.

“oh wow these are gorgeous (y/n)! i never even knew that roses came in pink” seokjin said in awe. he was always so shocked at the flowers and their beauty, and it made your heart want to jump out of your chest because god how can someone be this cute.

“they’re coral, to be exact”

“oh? why’d you pick coral?” seokjin asks, bringing the flowers up to his face to breathe in their scent.

“just because” you lie. you know exactly why you chose the specific color coral, but you weren’t going to tell him that. the two of you stay silent for a moment just standing there in each others presence, but the moment is interrupted when jungkook opens the door.

“shops opening in five minutes boss, there’s already some old people outside and they’re kinda scaring me” jungkook announces. seokjin quickly looks at his watch and his eyes widen.

“oh shit. i gotta go, thanks for the roses (y/n), i’ll see you tomorrow!” seokjin yells out. you don’t even get the chance to say goodbye before seokjin is already out the door and making his way across the street.

you could tell the kind of day the bakery had by the way seokjin cleaned up after the electronic opening sign turned off. if he was whistling, then it was a good day. but if he was silent, then it was definitely not a good day.

but luckily seokjin was whistling away while taking the empty plates out of the display case. namjoon is close behind him, taking the plates from seokjins hands and putting them in the dish cart so they can be washed later tonight.

“we got a lot of compliments on the flowers today, don’t you think?” namjoon questions, raising his eyebrows at seokjin. seokjin simply shrugs his shoulders, getting compliments on your flowers was nothing out of the ordinary.

“yeah, they’re pretty don’t you think?”

“mhm... do you know what they mean?”

seokjins eyebrows burrow in confusion.

flowers have meanings?

seokjin puts the tray down and reaches for his phone in his back pocket. seokjin almost types in ‘the meaning of pink roses’ but catches himself when your conversation from this morning replays in his head. the information on his screen catches him off guard. it’s not the meaning behind the flower that catches him off guard, but it’s just he never thought you could be that smooth.

the little jingle of your entrance bell pulls you out of your little cleaning daze.

“sorry we’re clo- oh. hi seokjin.”

“so i learned something new today” seokjin said with a smirk oh his face.

“oh? what did you learn?” you ask, setting down the vase that you had been dusting off.

“i never knew that roses had different meanings based on their color” he began, starting to slowly walk towards you.

your eyes dart to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact.

“so of course, i wanted to see what was the meaning of coral roses” he continues, finally reaching where you stand.

“what did you find out?” you whisper, suddenly feeling anxiety pang at your chest, wondering if you made the wrong decision.

“that coral roses mean desire” he finishes, he brings his hand under your chin and softly pushes your head up so that your eyes meet his.

you can feel your face go red.

so he figured it out after all.

“listen if you don’t feel the same then you can forget it i didn’t mean to be so forward but i couldn’t figure out any other way to tell you-”

your ramble is cut short when you feel a pair of soft lips on yours. it takes you by surprise at first, but you eventually relax in the kiss and place your hands on top of his shoulders. seokjin pulls away first, looking into your eyes and giving you a soft smile.

“of course i like you, silly. i wouldn’t have asked you for flowers every morning just because” he confesses. you giggle at his statement and run your hands down his arms stopping at his elbows. you sigh and look up at him.

“so what do we do now?”

“i guess this means i can finally take you out on a date” he replied, smirking slightly at the thought of finally getting to call you his.

“tomorrow at 8?”

“tomorrow at 8.”

the moment is interrupted by a loud thud that came from the back room. you turn around in seokjins arms in the direction of the noise. jungkook lets out a loud FINALLY making the both of you laugh at the boy.

“please tell me that jungkook won’t be there tomorrow to ruin any more moments” seokjin whines. his words just makes you laugh harder.

“he better not-” you start, laughter finally calming down “-because if he is, i might be looking for a new employee”

“i heard that!” jungkook yells out. you respond with a loud ‘good!’ and turn your attention back towards seokjin who leans down to steal another small peck.

“i should probably go, namjoon is going to have my ass on a platter for leaving him to clean up by himself” seokjin mumbled.

the two of you say quick goodbyes and seokjin walks out the door to your shop with a new found pep in his step, thinking about all the possibilities tomorrow could bring.

#bts fanficiton #bts fluff #bts au #seokjin #kim seokjin #jin #bts #seokjin fluff #seokjin imagine #seokjin drabble #seokjin one shot #seokjin au #seokjin x reader

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dearlytea · 6 years ago

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Getting Railed

Pairings: Boyfriend!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: PWP

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: Public sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f), cum play, hardcore dirty talk, dom jk!, daddy kink, slight/mild degradation (name calling), punishment themes? (very mild), tiny bit of spanking and exhibitionism

Summary: Getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

A/N: I just really want jk to dick me down, ya feel? ANYWAYS I just like the idea so here is my version of it ;;; hope you enjoy!

“Fuck.” You moan out breathlessly, tightening the grip onto the strands of your boyfriend’s hair.

He hums back in approval, enjoying all the sounds slipping off of your tongue as he continues to place kitten licks onto your clit.

“Mmm baby you taste so sweet for me today,” he coos out, taking a moment to place a long slow strip from your cunt to your clit. “Such a good sweet pussy for daddy hm?”

You choke back a moan, pulling his head closer to your heat. “P-Please keep doing that,” you beg.

He chuckles before letting the tip of his tongue drag and dance between your folds, focusing most of his attention around your clit. Your toes curl as the pleasure he gives you surges throughout your body, almost as if you’re on cloud 9. But the thoughts all go away once your nose picks up on the foul smell that surrounds you. With the regret of being too carried away to realize, you quickly place your hand above your nose in hopes to lessen the stench effect it has on reaching your high.

As much as you want to enjoy the moment the repulsive smell of the public bathroom that both of you are in very much ruins most of the pleasure you wish to enjoy. Though despite the revolting air you somehow manage to get your mind to only focus on what the matters the most, the sight before you.

Past the hand hovering above your nose that's doused in your strawberry scented lotion, you focus on the clear view of Jungkook kneeling on the ground between your thighs, his tongue placing soft and quick kitten licks onto your nub while he pounds two of his slender fingers into your cunt. Both of your feet are planted on either side of the stall door behind him, knees pointing opposite directions from one another in order to have your legs comfortably spread out for both his and your sake in the small confined space.

Although this position is nothing like the soft comforts of your bed or couch it still does its job by giving you the perfect view to watch the graphic scene. Along with benefitting your boyfriend since it gives him full access to your dripping sweet heat.

With as much mental strength you can gather, you try your best to ignore the smell and focus on the pleasure, surely enough your efforts pay off as the tell-tale sign of your orgasm slowly inches closer.

“You gonna cum soon baby girl?” You hear him ask you in a deep sultry tone.

You weakly nod back, letting out a small whimper into the palm of your hand. “Please Daddy.”

He mutters out a curse, adding another finger in and doubling his speed while amping up his pace on your nub. Your hand muffles your scream, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten with every ticking second.

“Come on baby, soak my fingers and tongue with your pretty pussy. Let me taste your sweet cum and lick this cunt clean.”

And with that, the knot snaps.

Tossing your head back onto the lid of the toilet, you moan out his name like a mantra as your orgasm washes over in waves, hands curled into the locks of his hair. In the middle of it, Jungkook laps up all of your juices, riding out the rest of your high until he feels you pushing his head back from the uncomforting feeling of over stimulation. With heavy breathes, you start to regain your senses and now fully aware of the foul scent.

Letting go of his hair, you result back into forming a sort of breathing barrier with your hand above your nose and mouth. “God I can’t believe you convinced me to do this here.” You say sourly.

He only smirks back at you, licking around his lips. “Mmm couldn’t help myself baby, it’s been a while since we fucked outside of the house.”

“How are you not bothered by the fucking smell of this place?!? I think a sewage monster shat here before.”

He only laughs at your response. “The smell of your pussy covers it up, babe.” He informs you while wiping your arousal off of his nose.

You pout back, “No fair.”

He only laughs before helping you slip back into your underwear and skirt. After you’ve stabilized yourself due to your weak legs, you feel the arms of your boyfriend wrap around your waist.

“By any chance, I could get any help?” He whispers seductively into your ear, rubbing his obvious bulge onto your ass.

You were about to debate about it carefully, choosing whether to suffer through a blowjob in the bathroom of sewage hell until the sound of your phone rings suddenly. Taking it out of your jacket pocket, you see a small notification pop up onto the lock screen.

Reminder: 10 Minutes until the Train arrives!

“Shit Jungkook our train!” You quickly say, rushing out of the bathroom and not giving him any time to react. “Come on!”

With your hand wrapped around his wrist, you struggle to guide him through the thick crowd of train goers in the subway station, shoving and pushing them out of your way because of disparity to be on time. Many of them snarl and glare at your antics but you put no mind into their discomfort as you continue to bulldoze through. You lift your head up high just enough to spot the digital number on the board before you.

TRAIN #45 - ARRIVED DEPARTING IN 2 MINUTES

As if your heart suddenly drops at the single digit on the screen, you begin to pick up speed as the anxiety and adrenaline start to power your every move.

In your line of sight, you see your train just before you with only one opening door left. Quickly you wave your free hand up to catch the commander’s attention in time for him to hold the doors open for the both of you. You sent a smile to his way once you enter the train and huddle into the only empty spot in front of the windowed sliding doors with Jungkook. Grabbing onto the rail above your head you physically prepare yourself for the long trip back to the city. The doors close before you and you feel the wheels turning beneath your feet as everything around you begins to move with the train.

You let out a heavy breath of relief once the adrenaline starts to wear off, feeling almost light-headed from all the rush… that is until you remember.

“Oh my gosh baby.” You turn around in a hushed voice to face your boyfriend. “I’m so sorry for rushing you. It’s just I really didn’t want to wait another hour for the next train and have to deal with school kids who are gonna be on the next one since school ended for them and-

You feel him interlace his fingers with yours causing you to stop your panic mumbling nonsense, he gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, I admitted it was fully rough but we made it.” He assures you with a tight squeeze to your hand.

Your heart flutters softly at his words making you place small kisses onto his nose. “Thank you, I’ll make it up to you once we get home.” You promise him.

He kisses your forehead then nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck before mumbling something. You don’t pick it up due to the white noise in the background but you make no attempt to ask him, thinking it’s nothing to point out.

The train ride wasn’t as smooth as like it to be. With the train tracks being quite old the bumps were more close to uncomfortable than decent. You try to adjust your standing, opting to face the door in order to distract yourself with the view of endless tunnel walls but it only made the situation far worse once the cart hits a certain bump, causing Jungkook to push against you to the door.

“Sorry.” You hear him mumble before groaning, though the way he does catches your attention.

If it’s not for your thin underwear and skirt you wouldn’t have noticed the big bulge that is against your ass. Turning back to look at him, you are met with his hooded gaze and dark blown out pupils.

For fucking sakes, you forgot you left him aroused.

“Jungkook, are you still…” You trail your words and whisper ask softly, worried the people near could hear you.

He hums, placing his free hand onto your abdomen and pushing you closer to his crotch. Moving his face closer to your ear he begins to whisper. “Daddy’s got a big problem baby girl and you gotta fix it for him.”

His hips start to move ever so slowly against your ass, desperate to grasp onto any friction that could itch him closer to his release. You almost moan because of his actions, feeling the wetness start to seep into your panties and the desire building up from his short breaths and grunts.

Quickly you examine the area around you, making sure it’s safe to continue. Everyone around has their eyes focused somewhere else or is facing away from where you stand with Jungkook. Plus with the way he’s built, dressed and being in a corner that hides most of your sides, his frame covers most of what you need to pull this off.

Without a second thought, you use your free hand to guide the hand already on your lower tummy to go down further. You can hear the way he smirks into your ear, understanding the silent message you are implying.

His hand starts to trail down to your skirt until he’s close enough to hide it underneath the flimsy fabric. With your bottom lip tucked underneath your teeth, you patiently wait with your legs spread out enough for him to make his move. Instantly you gasp softly, feeling his hand cup your sex and using a finger to focus the attention solely on your cunt.

“Already this wet baby?” You hear him ask you, putting a bit more pressure onto the spot. “That’s good, makes it nice and easy for my big cock to slide into your tight pussy.”

You both hate and love how he talks to you in such a filthy way, it’s frustrating how easily aroused you get from his words but it makes it so much hotter.

Jungkook takes no time on foreplay and decides to move your panties to the side and slide in 2 fingers into your hole. “It’s not fair for me to get my promised makeup when we get home, that’s so long from now. So you better stay quiet and make it up to me now.” He starts to pick up some speed on your cunt making the squelching sounds more apparent. “God, can you hear that? My dick would make it sound so much louder.”

As if on cue, he pulls back making you softly whine into your throat… That is until you feel him struggle to unbuckle his belt.

Luckily he was able to both unbuckle and maneuver his dick out until it springs free from its confinements. He keeps your ass close and adjusts the hem of your skirt until it covers the dirty little secret the both of you are about to do. You feel his hard cock against your folds, slowly being covered by your dripping arousal.

You hear him curse quietly into your ear. “You’re so wet for me hm? So wet for Daddy’s cock huh?” He says before grabbing his length and guiding the tip to tease around your womb.

You whine almost too loud for your liking, earning small bite from your boyfriend who still has his mouth near your ear. “Stay quiet slut or else you won’t get this cock for months.”

You nod frantically, knowing you shouldn’t push your luck when it comes to him. With that being done, you feel him slowly push the head of his cock into your cunt, stretching it out with every inch he pushes in. He hisses as he slides in smoothly.

“Fuck baby you are so wet. Is it because of earlier? How I made you cum all over my tongue in that bathroom?”

Instead of whining back, he feels you tighten around him and only chuckles lowly into your ear. “Is that so? Get ready to soak the whole floor than for me baby girl.”

With no warning, he starts to thrust harshly into your heat with no form of hesitation or fear of being caught. Even with the limited amount of space he has, his thrusts still somehow sends you off into cloud 9, pleasuring you to the max and blinding all of your senses with just the thoughts of him and his hard cock. Both of his hands are placed onto your hips, guiding you to the rhythm of his thrust and to keep you from squirming so much.

Your lips tighten into a straight line in order to keep the moans and whimpers from spilling out into the nearly silent room, but it doesn’t stop you from the small grunts you let out from the depths of your throat. Jungkook is in no better position than you, panting harshly into your ear every time the head of his cock ruts deeply into your womb. What makes matters far riskier are the squelching sounds of your arousal every time Jungkook slams his hips against your ass.

Though even with all these possible loose ends that furthermore heightens the chances of you two being caught, it only arouses you even more.

“God baby you are so tight, you’re loving this, aren’t you? My big fat cock inside your small cunt while we’re on a train with these people beside us?” He asks in a low voice to avoid any attention from people surrounding you.

You nod slowly, arching your back and lifting your ass up to grant him more access to your cunt. He groans in response, approving the new position.

“Mmmm you shouldn’t be, little sluts who leave their Daddy’s cock hard should be punished.” He tells you while slowly stopping his movements.

Panic arises and you start to grasp onto short straws in order to gain the bliss back. “N-No…” You whine out softly, “I was s-so close…” You attempt to turn back to face him but he grabs hold of your chin and ruts your face back towards the window in front of you.

“You’re close to cumming?” He asks mockingly then purposely sinks the rest of his cock into you. “Shame. I guess if you want to cum baby girl, you will have to get it yourself.”

With that, the hand once on your chin is now back onto your hips, only this time he pushes your hips back far enough to only have the tip of his dick still inside of you.

You stay still, unsure of what he meant. The grip he has on your hips tightens, almost close to pain but just enough to signal you that it’s a mere warning and soon after he lands a smack onto your ass that's loud enough you’re almost sure someone heard. “If you’re so desperate to cum baby girl, you better fuck yourself on my dick and finish yourself off. Understand?”

Startled by his risky action you nod submissively and start to move your hips back and forth onto his length. Both of your hands are splayed out onto the window in front to help you guide yourself onto his dick and to keep you from losing balance from bumpy movements of the train.

Soon enough, the buzzing pleasure surges back and with the way you slowly arch your back it now starts to hit you right in the g spot, bringing you closer to your high. Jungkook seems to notice because the hand that’s more hidden to the public eye is now trailing down to your front. You feel the warmth of his palm as it cups above your clit, pushing the fabric that covers your nub with his index, and settles his middle finger onto your sweet spot then starts rubbing figure eights onto it.

Biting back a scream, your toes start to curl as you feel the knot in your body start to tighten with every single movement. You feel the weight of Jungkook towering over you from behind, as he starts to meet with your movements. “Baby girl is close?”

“Y-yes.” You say with a small voice, earning a chuckle and faster thrust from his end.

“Mmmm is my baby girl gonna cum on this cock?” You make the attempt to answer back but his thrusts stop you from doing so. “Then you better soon, or else someone will catch me fucking your slutty pussy.”

And with that, the knot in your stomach snaps causing a wave of pleasure to take over your senses. He quickly grabs a hold of your hips and still your movements, enjoying the way your pussy repeatedly clenches onto his cock. Your thighs twitch from the blind pleasure of your orgasm and you almost draw blood from how hard you’re biting down onto your bottom lip.

Slowly coming back from your high you feel Jungkook starting to move your hips in sync with his thrusts. “God fuck your pussy is so god damn tight and hot. I almost came inside of you.”

The stinging feeling of overstimulation starts to roll in but you chose to ignore it. “Y-You’re not gonna?” You ask sadly.

He shakes his head. “No baby girl, you don’t deserve this big load in your slutty cunt.”

With labored breaths, you gasp out softly. “T-Then where are you gonna cum?”

He doesn’t reply back but instead chooses to fasten his pace to reach his high. You bare with the uncomforting feeling of overstimulation to allow your boyfriend to cum, almost becoming aroused again by the thought of his desperitity at this time. Though before you could be fully turned on again, you feel his cock twitch inside and then he’s pulling out.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You hear him harshly whisper into your ear, hastily moving his hand to the waistband of your underwear from underneath your skirt to pull them down.

His towering presence isn’t felt behind you anymore but you do feel your skirt being lifted from behind followed by the sound of him hissing to himself. It’s when you feel a dribble of something wet hit your inner thigh that you realized what he did.

Not even fearing the fact about the people around, you adjust your skirt in order to give you a clear view of the mess your boyfriend has made. Instead of finishing inside of you like he always has, he took the chance to finish all over your panties, completely soaking the cotton material. Some of his cum missed it’s landing resulting it being on your left thigh, dribbling down your leg.

You feel his chest close to your back again, allowing you to hear the heavy pants that escape his lips. Both of his hands are now underneath your skirt, pulling your panties back up to how it was before only this time, you feel the oozing liquid of his cum and your previous arousal all over your cunt.

After being silent for so long, he finally speaks. “Now, be a good girl and carry Daddy’s big load until we get home okay? It’s my dessert for tonight.” He orders you while patting the wet spot on your panties.

You gulp but nod anyways.

He chuckles before returning back to having his arms around your waist and head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, acting as if he just didn’t fuck you inside a train with people of all ages surrounding the both of you.

Luckily no one noticed what happened but during the rest of the ride home, his cum doesn’t stay where it should be resulting in another fun time at home except with no restrictions.

#ggukienet #thebtstown #bangtanarmynet #bangtan bookclub #Jungkook Smut #Jungkook x Reader #Jungkook one shot #Jungkook reader insert #female smut insert #jungkook x reader smut #bts smut #bts fanficiton #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanficiton

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bangtanloverboys · 4 years ago

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days in the sun // jhs

summary - it's a gloomy day for hoseok, and all he can think of is you: his light

pairing - vampire!hoseok x female!reader

genre - angst; vampire au, slight historical au

word count - 2k

warning - vampire yoongi makes a quick appearance, blood drinking, death, this is just sad

author’s note - would like to acknowledge that, yes. i know the title is a song from disney's "beauty and the beast" (2017). italics equal flashbacks

Closing his book, Hoseok glanced to the time. 6:37 am. It was barely morning, setting his book off to the side, he folded his arms behind his head. He hadn’t slept at all last night. Granted sleep for him was unnecessary but he was restless this particular night. Because of the date. It was the anniversary. It was another painful year without you. With a sigh, he closed his eyes. He could still picture how your hair fell, framing your face beautifully. He could still perfectly remember your smile, how he’d do anything to see it. You were so beautiful.

“Hoseok!! Where are you taking me!” He had you in tow as you shrieked in excitement.

“Almost there!” He laughed as he pulled you a little further into the gardens of your family’s estate. He knew he shouldn’t be seeing you without a proper chaperone, but he wanted to see you.

Your hand in his, he pulled you past the low hanging branches of a tree. “Seokie!” You giggled as he came to a stop. Ever so gently, he spun you around until your back met the trunk of the tree, your dress catching on the rough bark. “What are we doing here?”

For a moment, Hoseok didn’t say anything; he just looked at you, taking in your beauty. He merely placed a hand on your cheek, the warmth of the sun peeking through the tree caressing your skin. “I missed you, darling.” He confessed as he stared into your eyes.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “I missed you too.”

Sucking in a breath, he sat up. He couldn’t reminisce the day away, not when he had things to do. He pulled back the curtains of his apartment window, greeted with grey skies. A gloomy day. With a tight smile pulling on his lips, he sighed. “Perfect.”

Hoseok got changed out of the clothes from yesterday, wanting to look his best today. He chucked his old clothes into a basket, finding a fresh shirt and slacks. He fixed his appearance up, making sure that not a hair was out of place. Finishing up tying his shoes, he tucked his umbrella into his pocket and headed out the door.

The streets were busy this morning, people wanting to get to work before the rain kicked in. Per his usual routine, he ducked into a coffee shop a few blocks away from his apartment building. The smell of fresh coffee filling his senses as he moved to stand in line. As the wait droned on, Hoseok found his eyes being drawn towards a couple, hidden away in the corner of the cafe, laughing to themselves as they shared their breakfast.

“Miss L/N, Mister Jung has arrived.” The butler announced as Hoseok stepped up to the gazebo; there you sat on the opposite side of the small table, dabbing your face with a napkin, riding your face of any cream or crumb that might’ve resided on your lip.

“Mr. Jung,” you smiled at him as he took his seat across from you.

“Couldn’t wait for me, I’m assuming.” He chortled, noting the small eaten croissant that was on your plate. “Apologies, if I kept you waiting.”

Your face flushed from embarrassment as you looked down to your lap, “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve waited until you arrived.”

“Well, I’m here now, Miss L/N.” He started, taking his own napkin and laying it across his lap. “Shall we begin?”

“Sir, next in line please.” Hoseok was pulled from his thoughts as he saw that he was next in line, being called by the barista.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled as he asked for his usual order, leaving a slightly larger tip to apologize for holding up the line. Drink in hand, he walked back out onto the streets beneath the gloomy sky.

Hoseok kept walking down the street, taking the occasional sip of his coffee; the drink warming his eternally cool body. The drink did little to nothing to his energy nor his taste buds, all it did was warm him from the inside out. Not necessarily a bad thing, but today of all days it hurt a bit more than usual. He missed it’s taste, but all the liquid could do for him was remind him of the permanent ice that rested deep in his soul.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a spot of color amongst the gay that loomed over all the city. Turning his head, he recognized the small building as a flower shop, hidden between two larger buildings. Crossing the street, he made his way over to the bouquets that lined the front of the store.

It was a warm spring day, the two of you were in a field of flowers, far from either of your homes or any sort of supervision. Hoseok had his head laid down on your lap, listening to you talk about flowers. Some of the information he was able process, but truthfully he was completely enthralled with you. The way the sun was perfectly behind your head, illuminating a halo around you as you looked down at him.

“Seokie! Are you even listening to me?” You teased him, noticing he wasn’t paying attention to your words as you explained the meaning of another flower.

“Do you promise not to be mad at me if I say no?” He bit back a laugh as you gasped, playfully smacking him on his chest. “Forgive me! I promise to listen now!”

“Mm, you better.” You stuck your tongue down at him as you picked a flower within your arms reach. “What kind of flower is this?” Holding the small blossom in front of his eyes.

He squinted up at it, recognizing the white and yellow of the plant. “It’s a daisy.”

“Mmhmm,” you affirmed as you ran your free hands fingers through his dark locks, warmed by the sun. “Do you know what it means?”

“What?”

A tender smile is on your lips as you brush some of his hair behind his ear, placing the small flower there. “To most the meaning is innocence, but for you; Hope.”

“Oh, and why is that, my love?” A smile of his own slowly growing as he looked up at you.

“Because you give me hope,” you began as you let your hand rest upon his chest, tracing designs along the crisp white cloth. “You’re my hope.”

Hoseok opened the door of the flower shop, “Excuse me, do you happen to take custom orders?” With a nod of her head, the shop owner asked what he wanted.

A few minutes later he walked out with a blooming white bouquet; the shop owner saying that a pure daisy bouquet wasn’t the right approach for visiting a loved one, believing his reasoning behind the flowers. White hyacinths, for loveliness. Because that’s still what you were to him, lovely; and yarrow, everlasting love. Ironic in his case, he does have love for you everlasting. One he doesn’t quite think he’ll ever forget.

It starts to rain as he approaches his destination, the cemetery. He doesn’t move to open his umbrella just yet. He stands at the threshold for a moment, letting the icy rain fall over him. He places a hand on the stone pillar that marks the entrance. It feels too much like that night.

Everything burned, Hoseok let out a garbled scream as pain seared through his veins. The cause of all this pain? The man who he thought was his friend, the one he was considering to be his best man when he finally asked for your hand in marriage; Min Yoongi.

He should’ve known this creature was not his friend, not the one he knew at least. He knew Yoongi was always a reserved man, but the past few weeks he should’ve suspected something was wrong when he received an invitation to his house well past midnight after not hearing from him at all. But yet this is where he was, writhing in pain beneath his friend, whose sunken his teeth deep into the flesh of Hoseok’s neck; gulping down his blood.

When Yoongi finally released his grip on him, they both fell onto the floor, panting heavily; albeit for different reasons. Tears burned down his cheeks as Hoseok cried, he didn’t quite fully understand what had happened. He was scared, confused, and in pain. But all that came out from what had happened was tears.

His hand moved from the stone to his neck, grazing over the site of where the bite mark once was. It’s healed over the century, not even a scar to even prove that it happened. But he knows it happened, he wouldn’t be here if it didn’t.

Hand gripping the flowers, he stepped into the cemetery. He followed along the pathway, watching as the headstones got older, more moss covered and less visited. Then he saw it, taking a deep breath, he started towards the headstone. Your headstone.

He knelt down in front of it, re-reading the inscription for what feels like the millionth time: ‘Y/N L/N, Beloved Daughter, 1851-1869, Aged 18’. Reading those words over and over again felt like an arrow puncturing his heart. You should’ve lived longer, you deserved a long happy and wonderful life with or without him. But you didn’t.

And it was his fault.

“Hoseok, you’re scaring me.” You trembled as he stuttered towards you. He doesn’t remember getting to your house, he doesn’t remember how he got into your room. But soon as he set his sights on you, he began circling you, like a wild animal hunting its prey.

“So. . . hungry. . .” The sound of your heart racing was roaring in his ears. He drank you in from bottom to top, licking his lips as his eyes landed on your neck. You looked so delicious, he had to have you. He needed to have you. Lunging forward, he tackled you to the floor in a loud thud. Someone should’ve heard that, he needed to be quick. Just a bite. Only a bite.

He let his tongue run over the expanse of your skin, his mouth was watering over the barest taste of you. With a growl, he sank his teeth into you, piercing your skin. Quickly, he began to lap up the blood that seeped from your fresh wound, all while you squirmed and cried, begging for him to stop, to get off you. But he didn’t listen, soon as he had a taste of you, his laps became gulps. Hoseok drank from you until you ceased moving, but not even that stopped him.

He kept going and going and going until his thirst was finally quenched. But by then the damage was too late. He remembers looking down at your blank face, your eyes still open looking up at him. The image made him sick.

“Y/N? Are you alright in there?” A voice called as it knocked on the door. Covering his mouth, he scrambled back to his feet. His eyes never left yours as he walked backwards towards the window.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he placed the flowers at the base of your headstone. With the rain coming down so quickly, he was no longer sure if he was crying or not, the rain mixing with his tears. He was damned for life, not only for what he was, but for what he had done. He should’ve never gone to you in the state he was in. He should’ve packed up his bags and left town; you wouldn’t have ever been able to see him again, but at least you would’ve been able to live.

The image of your lifeless body still haunted his every waking moment, he tried not to think of you as that still form. But to remember you as you were, beautiful and warm. You were his sun. His light. His love.

Hoseok opened his eyes to stare blankly at the gravestone. Without thinking, he pressed a kiss to the rough edge of the marble headstone. Standing, he unfurled his umbrella, finally stopping the rain from soaking him any further. He took one last good look at the headstone, then walked away.

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fairiehobs · 3 years ago

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kiss list! somewhere.

authors note. hey hey, i literally love this series so much i have so much INSPOOOO it’s crazy!! so mayhaps y’all will stay getting daily updates until i am run down LMFAOO. pls reblog when u can so it can get a bit more recognition, thank you for reading byeeeee

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xddaengx · 5 years ago

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Welcome Home: Surprise

⚬ Pairings: Yoongi x Reader | Hoseok x Reader | Jimin x Reader

⚬ Warnings: Mentions of Hybrid Fighting | Mentions of Nightmares |

⚬ Word Count: 4.8k

⚬ Summary: You bought the old cottage not expecting much from it - you knew the old house was going to come with some abandoned furniture from the previous owners - but you didn’t expect the panther hybrid to be apart of the deal.

⚬ Author’s Note: I apologise for this part taking so long...Things just have gotten crazy with my shifts at work and I haven’t had a lot of time. Hopefully writing will become a bit smoother soon. If you would like to be added to the tag list just comment on this post - I hope you all enjoy.

(You can find all parts of the series HERE)

“Jimin, stop throwing things from your window.” You shout up at the feline hybrid chucking the plastic wrapping out of his window as he rearranges the furniture in his bedroom to suit his preference - which seems to be cozy yet luxurious. Hobi had finished his room in two hours all his belonging unpacked and his bed set up with a fresh set of sheets - he smiles at you from the master bedroom, after insisting that he fix up your own bedroom wanting to surprise you with a make over.

“It’s what you deserve.” He had explained as Jimin nodded from his spot on the lounge. You had eventually given in - even giving Hobi some money to go buy some decorations and a can of paint. That’s how you sit out in your back garden watching the two hybrid bustle in the bedrooms - trying to make the large cottage as homey as possible.

You could see Hoseok’s tail wagging in fury as he rolls the paint on your walls - the colour splattered on his cheeks as he smiles waving a hand out the window every now and then before he continues to move around your room - it’s about lunch time when the two of them come down stairs - both covered in a sky blue paint, their stomachs growling for food. The three of you tuck into some sandwiches and salt and vinegar chips while you wait for the paint in your room to dry - eventually Jimin and Hoseok slink back up the stairs to finish the bedrooms leaving you to mull around the garden planning how you were going to fix it up.

“Maybe a vegetable garden there - oh and some daisies over there.” You whisper to yourself as you stroll around the back garden finding the spots overgrown with weeds and in need of desperate clean up. It’s not even twenty minutes after you grab your notebook beginning to jot down all the improvements you were planning on doing with your garden that Hoseok comes bounding down the stairs and out to where you sat a small table and set of chairs.

“I finished your room - I think you’re really going to like it.” He chides - his smile big enough to make you drop your notebook on the table and follow him eagerly up the stairs not sparing a thought the the loud thumb you hear from the roof - must be a cat.

“Oh, Hobi, It’s beautiful.” You coo, as you walk into your bedroom - the wall behind your bed painted a light blue, the rest of them a bright white - the bed sheets matching the colours almost exactly.

“I know you like to read - so Jimin and I looked up good chairs for reading…and obviously we had to go with white to match everything else.” Hobi says softly as he points towards the short backed chair he had placed in the corner - with a soft cushion, it definitely looked like the perfect spot for reading. He had placed a large fake plant behind the chair claiming ‘I wanted to add some colour’, before pointing out a few other things in the room.

“It was Jimin’s Idea to put the light behind your head board - he said it would make it easier for you to read on your bed, or do work at night time.” Hobi’s words draw the puffed feline into your room - who looks proud at his few additions to the room.

“We also thought you might want to keep your ratty old desk” Jimin adds pointing to the white, paint covered desk sitting in front of your window - the perfect spot for it honestly. You could see right out the window into the backyard, the yellow sunflowers tucked against the back fence in the centre of your vision.

“And lastly your new light…” Hoseok says directing your attention back to the hanging pendent light in the centre of your room. The light was decorated with glass flowers - the light reflecting the clear and blue colours of the glass - covering your room in the shadows of flowers.

“You guys…” You coo at the two of them. Turning away from them quickly trying your hardest not to cry at the effort they had put in to making the room a dream. Jimin seems to notice your discomfort immediately and grab your hand dragging you to look at his soon to be finished bedroom.

His bedroom was surprisingly bright - the large windows to the side of his bed lighting up the room and making it feel warm and cozy. Jimin had tried his best to put his bedsheets on himself but eventually admits that hoseok helped him put the white sheet on his bed - his pillows all mis matching as the feline couldn’t remember where he put all his bed stuff. You immediately take notice of the small teddy bear sitting on one of the pillows and take it in your hands looking at Jimin in surprise.

“What? Mr Flop always helped me through rough times.” He defends with a shy smile, watching as you grin back gently placing the teddy back on his pillow. “Oh, I bought this table the other day - I thought maybe you and me could have tea in here at night and play chess or something.” Jimin adds pointing to the small table with two chair sitting besides his bed - a small chess board already sitting on top.

“It looks wonderful Jimin. You did great.” You coo, patting the hybrid gently on his head as he lets out a small purr of contempt.

“I guess we should go see my room now.” Hoseok says quietly you and Jimin following closely behind the canine as he walks down the hall to the room right across from yours. His room was very simple - the walls staying the bright white it was when you had first arrives, with no more than a plant and a small night themed decoration hanging on his walls - as well as a painting he had found interesting when he went to the store. His bed was low to the ground - the canine being more comfortable, saying he didn’t feel as vulnerable - with the same grey and white sheets he had had when the two of you lived in your city apartment.

He had a few more minimal decorations around the room - like a small potted plant underneath the small window - and a small rug on the hardwood floors where he thought it would be good to sit and meditate.

“I didn’t really add much - cause I don’t spend much time in here anyway.” Hoseok said shyly as Jimin mumbled about the room being bland.

“I think it’s perfect Hobi - It’s a lot like you, organised and put together.” You say rubbing his back lightly as he seems to perk up a little bit - deciding it was going to be time to start cooking dinner.

The three of you had managed to unpack the kitchen and the living room quite quickly when you had first arrived - deciding those room were the most important before they were allowed to finish their own rooms.

You had Hobi had decided it would be best to make something simple for dinner - the three of you exhausted from your day of unpacking and moving. With a quickly thrown together spaghetti bolognese - and the three of you scoffing it down in under twenty minutes - you were all ready to head off to bed.

Jimin had elected to sleep in his own room for the night - much to Hoseok delight - saying he wanted to experience waking up in the country side with his windows open for the first time. After bidding him goodnight - you and Hoseok trudge off to your bedroom, quickly getting changed into pyjamas before sliding under the new covers with a happy sigh.

Hoseok seems more than happy with your reaction - his arms wrapping tightly around your waist pulling you towards him - you head planted softly on his chest.

“Goodnight.” You squeak, the warmth and comfort of the hybrids chest lulling you to sleep quite quickly.

“Goodnight.” He mirrors pressing a short kiss to the tip of your nose before tucking your head under his chin, his breathing evening out quicker than you ever thought was possible - though you followed him to sleep town shortly after.

The loud rustling sounds had become more common over the past week you and your hybrids had spent at the new cottage. It was consistently in the middle of the night - the sound usually coming after the three of you had gone to bed for the night.

After the eighth night of hearing the rusting and clanging of the down stairs fridge - you give up on trying to sleep - sliding easily out of Hoseok’s grip, slipping on your fluffy slippers and a dressing gown - the countryside being a lot colder than you had expected - before making your ways down the stack of stairs slowing slightly as you see a small white light coming from the kitchen.

You round the corner into the kitchen stopping as the hybrid whips his head up from the bowl of cereal sitting in front of him on the bench - the door to the fridge sitting open illuminating the boy and his black sleek ears. The two of you stare at each other for another moments before the hybrid sighs picking up his bowl of cereal and moving to leave the kitchen.

“Wait…Who are you? How did you get in here?” You question the boy turning back towards you when he stops at the base of the stairs - his tail flicking behind him. He cocks his head to the side, watching you curiously as you tuck your hands under you arms waiting for him to answer.

“I’m Yoongi…Did they not tell you about me?” He asks you back quickly looking even more confused as you shake your head at his words.

“Tell me what?”

“What did the listing say when you bought this house?” He questions you - ignoring your own question.

“What do you mean?”

“The listing you saw - it said comes with some of the previous owners belongings, didn’t it?” The sleek hybrid asks you - moving away from his spot at the stairs, closer towards where you stand in the kitchen doorway.

“It did - but I just thought it meant some old furniture and stuff…” You respond - every decision you’ve ever made being questioned.

“Of course you did - that’s what the average person would think. The real estate decided that would be enough to let people know what they were getting into - but they’re also scum bags so… It’s no surprise they didn’t specify that I was apart of the deal.” Yoongi says as he moves past you placing his half eaten bowl of cereal on the bench before making his way back to the stairs.

“What’s your name by the way?” He asks stopping as he gets half way up the stairs - you manage to spit out your name quickly, the hybrid repeating it slowly his smile growing.

“See you around, then.”

You don’t know where the hybrid went after you managed to shake off your shock and follow him up the stairs. You slowly slip back into the bed next to Hoseok who just hums in content as he wraps his arms around you.

“Where’d you go?”

“Just to get some water.” You respond nuzzling your head closer to Hoseok’s chest, trying to forget about the honest hybrid you had just met down stairs.

Maybe it was just a fever dream?

Maybe he wasn’t real.

He was definitely real.

It had been two days since your late night meeting with the surprise hybrid - and both your canine and feline hybrids had figured out something was wrong.

The morning after your encounter you had walked into the kitchen to see Jimin sniffing around the bench and grimacing.

“Something wrong?” You asked as you watched the feline continue to smell the kitchen bench with distaste.

“There’s just this really strange smell - it’s smells like mint and rain, it’s very different to you or Hoseok.” Jimin answers taking another long sniff before shaking his head in confusion. You sputter for a bit before managing to piece together a sentence.

“Maybe Hoseok is trying those weird juice mixtures he keeps seeing online.” Your excuse seems to appease Jimin’s curiosity as he nods lightly accepting your words and moving away from the spot besides the counter, pressing a small kiss on your check and he makes his way to his room - mumbling about hoseok’s drink making ability.

That night you had seen Yoongi sitting on the steps eating a sandwich - he smiled and shot you a small wave as you made your way to the kitchen grabbing yourself a glass of orange juice - but as you made your way back to your bedroom, the hybrid was gone - and an empty plate sat in his place.

You and Hoseok have been trying to fix the overgrown garden during the day as much as you can - but the afternoon after your second sighting of Yoongi, Hoseok seems to be a little more alert than usual, his ears perking up every now and then - his gaze scanning the backyard for something.

“Can you hear that?” Hoseok asks as you try to pull the weeds away from the rose bush.

“Hear what?” You question back - stiffing as you spot Yoongi looking at you from the attic an entertained smile of his face.

“I can hear someone laughing and it’s not Jimin.” Hoseok says, pointing to the sleeping feline - who sits on the back steps in the sun - to prove his point.

“I can’t hear anyone laughing.” You mumble as you continue to look up at the man sitting on his window seal letting out small chuckles at the canines confusion. “Maybe we better end our gardening here for today.” You suggest trying to usher Hoseok inside before he looks up at the attic window.

You almost have him at the back door when he glances up making eye contact with Yoongi - who seems surprised he was found out. You don’t have any time to grab Hoseok before he’s bolting away from you and up the stairs no doubt trying to get to the intruder.

“Hobi…Wait… Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit.” You huff - stomping your way up the stairs behind Hoseok. “Hobi, Please don’t do anything stupid.” You yell as you finally make your way up the stairs and over to the ladder leading to the attic.

As you reach the top floor you look to the corner - Hoseok letting out low growls, as he back yoongi into the corner - yoongi returning the growls quietly.

“What’re you doing in my house?” Hoseok sneers at the feline - not even noticing your presence in the room. Yoongi doesn’t answer, just looking between you and the canine hybrid, his eyes pleading for you to step in.

“Hobi, step back now…” You say as you approach the canine hybrid - his tail sticking straight out behind him as he continues to watch the small man.

“Hoseok, I’m not going to ask you again…Come over here now.” You say a little more firmly, taking the hybrid by surprise. The canine turns to you his eyes wide, his tail tucking beneath his legs, his ear flattening on his head. He looks over to Yoongi once more before slowly making his way to your side, his hands tense on his sides.

“Hobi…Yoongi technically lives here too.” You begin to explain, Yoongi seeming to relax a little at the submissive expression the hybrid is showing. “He was left behind by the previous owners, and as I recently learned was apart of the deal when we bought the house.” You continue Hobi’s head sinking lower as he gaze stays on the floor.

“I’ve thought about it for a while - and he’s going to be staying here if he would like…It’s not like we can ask him to leave, it’s his house too.” You finish taking Hoseok hands in yours as you try to get him to look at you.

Hobi nods, looking down at your hands before pulling his out of yours. He looks over to the sleek hybrid, and then back to you before sighing and leaving the two of you alone in the attic. You stare at the empty spot where Hoseok had just stood before turning back to Yoongi with an apologetic smile.

“He’s not the best with surprises.” You begin, letting out a long sigh pushing your hair out of your face, “Why don’t you come join us for dinner tonight? We can all get to know each other a bit better.” You finish trying to muster a brighter smile but from Yoongi’s perspective you failed miserably.

“Sure…I’ll be there.” He says trying to ease a bit of your concern. He watches as you nod slowly before mulling another short apology and disappearing down the ladder back to the main portion of the house.

The four of you had sat down for dinner almost and hour ago and you think it’s safe to say it has been an absolute disaster.

“What kind of person just freeloads off the people who move in?” Hoseok shouts at the alarmed hybrid sitting across the table from the angry German shepherd.

“I think it’s a very clever idea.” Jimin adds into the conversation for the first time that night - seeming to enjoy Hoseok lack of control.

You decide to call it quits after Hoseok anger turns onto Jimin - the night obviously not going to pick up and the food going cold in the centre of the table. You apologise once again to Yoongi, not sure what else to say, but the sleek hybrid just waves your apology away.

“You shouldn’t be the one apologising…Frankly, you’ve been nothing but kind to me.” He says softly after the canine storms off to get ready for bed.

“Still… I feel like I could’ve made that go better.” You huff, looking over at Jimin who just shrugs his shoulders, still watching the other hybrid as if he’ll strike at any moment.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” Yoongi says with a smile before wandering his way upstairs, a warm plate of cookies in his hands.

“Well, it probably could’ve gone worse.” Jimin pipes up as you turn to look at him with a frown. “What?…They could’ve actually attacked each other.” He adds, and for the tenth time that night you sigh.

Its eleven thirty once you decide to head to bed. Walking into your dark room expecting to see the canine hybrid in your bed as per usual - only to see the white haired feline staring back at you, a book open in his lap.

“Is he really that mad?” You question Jimin as you slide off you jeans to pull on a pair of tracksuit pants - not bothering with changing your shirt.

“Seems like it…To be honest, I think he’s more hurt than anything.” Jimin begins, only continuing once you slide under the covers besides him. “You usually tell him everything - and this time you hid something quite big from him. He’s probably hurt because he thinks you don’t trust him.”

“You think? I just didn’t know what to do - to be honest Yoongi was as much of a surprise to me as he was to you guys, and I wanted to make sure what he was saying was true before I said anything.” You explain to Jimin who nods giving you a comforting smile, closing his book and throwing it on the bedside table.

“Why does everything have to be so hard?” You whine, as Jimin wraps his arms around you pulling you to lie down besides him, your head leaning on his arm.

“Oh, my poor baby…” He coos back at you, patting your head softly pressing a soft kiss on your forehead before tilting your head up to look at him. “He’s not going to be mad at you forever…trust me, it’s hard to go longer than a day without a good cuddle.” Jimin’s words coax a small chuckle out of you - as you lean up to press a small kiss on his cheek before rolling over in his arms, turning to face the door - hoping you would catch a glimpse of the canine before falling asleep.

Luck was just not on your side.

It’s been six days.

Six days since Hoseok has slept in your room.

And six days since Hoseok had even acknowledged you.

Apparently he had taken, you not telling him about Yoongi much harder than anyone thought he would. Even Jimin had been surprised - expecting the canine hybrid to be sleeping in your bed the day after you initial fight.

But he was wrong…Hoseok had taken to sleeping in his clean, organised room. Only coming out to get food and water when he needed it - though you assumed he would also sneak out of his room for toilet breaks.

Jimin had decided he would temporarily take Hoseok’s spot in your bed, knowing having one of them beside you was what managed to keep the nightmares at bay. Though the past few nights, even having Jimin’s tight grip around your waist wasn’t enough.

Every time you woke up - a scream ripping from your throat - you expected to see Hoseok waiting there. But only a confused sleek hybrid stood in your doorway, watching as Jimin tried to calm you down - to explain that no one was going to hurt you.

“I just need some fresh air.” You huff wiping your eyes as you turn to look at Jimin, giving his hands a tight squeeze before slipping out of the bed - wrapping your large dressing gown around your shoulder.

“Alright, well I’ll just wait here.” Jimin calls out, knowing you were probably already halfway down the stairs by now.

“Fuck.” You hiss as you swing open the backdoor letting the cold air hit your face and knock the remanence of the nightmare away. You pull out one of the chairs at the table slumping into it as you look up at the bright moon.

“Seems like things are getting a bit rough?” Yoongi’s voice was something of dreams - it was soft and deep and had all the potential to lure someone straight to the depth of the oceans. It was hard to turn and glare at him, when his voice relaxed every muscle in your body.

“Yeah…They’re not exactly going to plan.” You sigh, pushing your hair out of your face before turning and pulling the chair that sits besides you a little closer, patting it softly for Yoongi to take a seat. “Sorry about before…I haven’t had a nightmare that bad in a few months now.”

“Why are you apologising?” He questions taking a seat besides you, pulling his legs up to his chest as he watches you fiddle with the drawstrings on your jumper. “You seem to apologise for a lot of things that aren’t your fault.” He adds.

“I think it’s just a habit…Something I got accustomed to doing to protect myself.” You murmur, noting the way Yoongi nods at your words before letting out a deep sigh.

“I’m sure I haven’t made things much easier for you. I feel like such a home-wrecker.” He chuckles and you join letting out a small laugh as you gaze raises up to one of the illuminated windows.

“You all seem really close.” Yoongi says pointing up at the window where you can just barely see Jimin peeking out to check on the two of you. You nod slowly, smiling at the feline who just returns it before disappearing back behind the curtains. “I’ve never really had a family like yours before.” His words shock you a little bit - enough that you turn back towards him quickly, your eyes wide asking for an explanation.

“If you couldn’t already tell - I’m a rare type of hybrid, a black jaguar to be specific.” He begins taking in a deep breath before continuing. “The man that bought me forked out around six thousand - he needed a fighter. Someone who had enough genetic skill to win him some cash in the underground fighting centres…I was his most prized possession.” He stops again, seeming to think hard about his words.

“Before I started loosing…Once my ranking went down and we had to turn towards lower quality fight centres to make any money, but they were the ones were the police usually patrolled - he was arrested one night and I had no where else to go, so I came back here. He had to sell this place to make bail…and he managed to find a legal loophole, so here we are.”

“Oh, Yoongi…That’s awful.”

“It wasn’t all bad - I just wish I was as lucky as Hoseok and Jimin…To find someone so kind. To be able to have a family.” Yoongi say, waving away your pity to little effect.

“Well, you’re always welcome to join our little family…Trust me, none of us had the easiest time finding our family.” You say reaching over to give the hybrids shoulder a gentle squeeze before you turn back to your illuminated bedroom window.

“You know what…I’m sick of this.” You grumble, giving Yoongi’s shoulder another squeeze and a quick goodnight before stomping your way back inside - right to the room besides yours.

With your courage at an all time and with frustration soaring through your veins you knock loudly on the door, not managing to wait more than five seconds to swing the door open - a surprised hoseok looking at you from his bed.

“We need to talk.” You say, your voice faltering slightly as the courage seems to drain from you. Hoseok stares for a few seconds before nodding for you to continue - sitting forwards on his bed.

“Whatever this attitude that you have towards me and Yoongi needs to stop. I know that you’re upset that I didn’t tell you that he was here, but what was I supposed to do…I needed to make sure what he was saying was true - which it is - and even then I knew how you were going to react.” You pause for a moment trying to gage Hoseok’s reaction before continuing.

“He doesn’t have anywhere else to go, and frankly I stick by my decision. I’m an adult, Hobi and I understand I probably should’ve told you about it sooner, but if you can’t respect the decisions I make, then maybe we won’t be able to fix what happened.” Hoseok seems to jump up in surprise as you finish the sentence not expecting to hear what you had said.

“What’re you talking about?Why would you say something like that?”

“I don’t know…But I don’t know what else to do, Hobi. I can’t stand you hating me but at the same time I need to stand by my decisions.” You reply your courage completely out the window as Hoseok gets up from his spot in the best moving towards you hesitantly.

“I don’t hate you…” He sighs. “I know I shouldn’t have overreacted like I did, and I’m sorry.” You nod at his words not being able to look up from the edge of the mat in his room.

“But trust me…I could never hate you.” Hoseok adds, taking one step closer, his hands reaching forwards to lift your gaze to his - his eyes softly moving over your face.

“Can I kiss you?” His question takes you by surprise, but you nod quickly.

“Please do…Six days is far too long.” Hoseok doesn’t wait any longer to pull you closer, one of his hands still gently sitting on your cheek, the other gripping your hip as he attaches his lips to yours. His lips are soft and sweet moving gently against yours as he lets out a contempt sigh.

“Way, way too long.” He murmurs against you as the two of you take in a few deep breaths before continuing. Hoseok pulls away after what feels like hours, moving his second hand to your hip rubbing soft circles on the exposed skin.

“Does this mean I can come sleep in your room again?” Hoseok asks, letting out a breathy laugh as he leans his forehead against yours.

“I guess…but I think for tonight we should end things here. I’m sure Jimin is still waiting for me to go back to bed.” You mumble, removing your hands from where you had gripped the front of Hoseok’s shirt. He just nods, his hands slowly letting go of your hips as the two of your step apart.

“Wait…Just one more.” He says, stepping forwards planting a quick kiss on your lips before stepping away again.

“Goodnight, Hobi.”

“Goodnight.”

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