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love to hate you | jjk [vii]
âwhen obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.â
â genre:Â sexual themes, angst, fluff, fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, rich kid! AU, enemies to lovers! AU
â pairing: jungkook x female reader
â word count: 17.966
â warnings: swearing/cursing, alcohol consumption, jealousy, no communication skills whatsoever
â playlist: to be added
â a/n: after almost two years of no update its done. it would be a lie to say that i was always one hundred percent sure this was gonna see the light of day but its finally here, and im so so so happy to just put it out there and give it to you guys. @koocycle has listened to me bitch abt this one so much so thanks to her, also for kinda inspiring me to get back into tumblr.com and writing !! enjoy!! and once again, this is inspired by To All The Boys Iâve Loved Before by Jenny Han!
âYouâre really showing your wealth, you know?â you said as Jungkook slid into the driverâs seat, shutting out the cold air. He raised a brow, handing you the bag for you to hold onto, shivering slightly from the cold, his neck exposed to the harsh wind.
âHow so?â
The engine sputtered to life as he slotted in the keys, his phone mounted to the dashboard, showing him the way. You pulled out the one-hundred-dollar expensive wine bottle from the bag, scrutinising it. Some of the glitter from the red ribbon the salesman had wrapped around it in an effort to be more festive and fitting todayâs occasion peeled off.Â
âThis is too much.â
âYeah, I know, the bowâs tacky but I couldnât stop Kangjoon from-â
âNo, I mean the hundred bucks you dropped on it. It shows your wealth,â you repeated, scrunching your nose. âAlso, didnât know you were on a first name basis with the salesman.â
You let the bottle slip back into its bag, scared Jungkook was going to make a sharp stop and cause you to drop and waste the bottle. God knows you didnât have one hundred bucks casually lying around like himâeven though you were sure Jungkook wouldnât make you replace it and would definitely just buy it again himself.
âWhat? Donât tell me you didnât like Kangjoon? Heâs a great man, very competent.â And just as you were about to tell him that Kangjoon scammed him, Jungkook continued, âAlso isnât that the whole reason why youâre dating me? My wealth?âÂ
He said it with a grin, turning to you as he let a family of four pass, receiving a thankful hand raise from both of the parents as they ushered their young children across the street. And even though he meant it purely as a joke, his smile and tone indicating as much, his words made you scrunch your face like youâd been stung by a bee.Â
âItâs so unnecessary. We wouldnât know the difference between this and supermarket wine, and Chae literally said not to bring anything. Sheâs gonna scold you, you know?â
If it had gone your way, youâd have gotten the second cheapest bottle of semi-fancy alcohol they had and called it a day but Jungkook swiped his card before you could intervene, ever so easily charmed. Well, actually if it had gone your way at all, you wouldnât have brought anything to begin with. Chaeyoung hated it if her guests brought anything anyway.
âGotta impress your friends, donât I? Canât have them not like me,â he argued, and you rolled your eyes.
âFirst of all, no, you donât-â
âYou donât want your friends to like your boyfriend?â Jungkook gasped, staring at you with his mouth agape and eyes wide as you came to a stop in front of a red light. You shook your head.
âNo, can I speak?â you sighed, frowning as Jungkook laughed, clearly getting his kick out of annoying you. âMy friends already like you, and you know that. Weâre driving to Jiâs and Chaeâs place now for a Christmas party. One that you were explicitly invited to. So I donât believe you for a second when you say that you got this wine to impress them. Also, Chae said not to bring anything. You just like spending money.â
Jungkook pursed his lips, trying and failing to hide a grin. âDo I now?â
âAm I not exhibit A?â
He gave you a look as if to say touché.
âOkay, maybe youâre right,â he admitted. âBut just so you know, I gladly spent my money on that wine if it means Iâll impress your friends and make them like me more. And Iâm even more than happy to spend it on you, cabbage.â
He looked at you by the end of his words, flashing you a grin. A grin that made him look so pretty and adorable, that would have made your knees buckle if you hadnât been sitting, that wrapped your heart into his grip even tighter. A grin that made you wonder if a parachute would be enough to stop your fall for him, or if you were simply doomed for this fate, for the bone crushing landing.
You turned your head to the window, glad to see you had made it to Jisooâs and Chaeyoungâs place.
âI think youâre just happy to have an excuse to spend your money,â you mumble, pretending to busy yourself with the straps of the bag.
âSureââ There was a shrug, and you should have prepared yourself for the worst, should know better by now that Jungkook couldnât just agree with you and leave you in peace. ââor youâre just the love of my life, cabbage, and whatâs mine is yours.â
The words remained casual on Jungkookâs tongue, easy as ever. And they remained difficult and frown-inducing for you.Â
âYouâre-!â
A laugh bubbled up from Jungkookâs upon your silence, and though you were trying your deepest and most desperate to resist, your heart skipped a beat. It was fatal, cardiologists would say. How deeply youâd fallen, it was fatal. Your heart couldnât be saved.
And as if he hadnât said the most impossible thing ever, Jungkook pulled into the parking lot and turned off the engine, a grin plastered on his lips.
âAlright, letâs-â
You yanked the door open, stepping (of course) in a puddle. With a groan and wince, you slammed the door shut. Your breath came out white and cloudy, December coming into its full swing. The weather had been harsher than everâwind dragging on your skin until it was painful and tense, air cold enough to dry out your throat and mouth, every window coloured a milky white, and clouds hanging far and wide in the sky for every hour of the day. The urge to crawl back into the oh so warm car was strong. The urge to run away from Jungkook however was just that much stronger.Â
The bottle bumped your hip bone as you rushed towards Jisooâs and Chaeyoungâs apartment building. You didnât turn around as Jungkook called after you to wait with a laugh, fumbling to unhook his phone from the dashboard.Â
You reached the glass front door rather quickly, a handprint smudged across it that hadnât been there last time. You cringed, but couldnât think about it too much, worrying a lot more about the diminishing distance between Jungkook and you as you waited for one of your friends to open the stupid door for you. You knew for a fact they were already there, spotting Hoseokâs car parked on the side of the street. If he was there, Jimin was too, always catching a ride with him.
âDo you really think you can outrun me?â Jungkook called out, just a dozen steps behind you.Â
You pulled on the front door as if it made a difference, pressing the bell repeatedly. He slowed his walk, burying his hands into his pockets. All so very smug. Your features twisted into a frown.Â
âYouâre so slow. You always run from me as if I wonât catch up with you in two-â
For once fate seemed to be on your side, the buzzer cutting through the air. The door almost hit you in the face when you yanked it open. You slammed it back shut again, just right in front of Jungkookâs nose. He pulled on the handle. The lock had clicked in. You watched his features twist as he realised he was too slow. His lips pressed together, curling inwards as he watched the biggest and proudest grin spread on yours.
âWhat were you saying? About me being too slow?â you said. A smile tucked on the corners of his mouth as he shook his head at you.
âOpen up.â
He knocked on the glass, right in front of your nose.
âWhat? I canât hear you.â
You put your hand to your ear, tilting your head.
âJust open up.â
âYou gotta speak louder. I really canât hear you with this door between-â
âCabbage, you better open the door for me now, or Iâm gonna make you regret it,â Jungkook said, narrowing his eyes, tongue poking in his cheek. And even though you were certain it was an empty threatâhow was he going to make you regret it?â, you contemplated for just a second if maybe you should listen and open the door.Â
âIâm gonna count to three.â
You scoffed. Were you a kid? And even more so, what was Jungkook going to do to you? Were you going to cave because of an empty threat?Â
âPlease do,â you smiled, eliciting one from Jungkook himself.
âThree.â
He raised a brow.
âTwo.â
You folded your arms in front of your chest.
âOne.â
A moment passed.Â
Nothing happened.
âAlright, fine,â Jungkook said before dramatically ringing the bell. And even though you rolled your eyes, you did inch back. He was going to chase you, that one was for sure.Â
The moment the buzzer rang, you took off. Jungkook let out a laugh.
âNow, you run?â he taunted, pulling the door open, his steps echoing through the hallway. You took two stairs at a time, yelping when you realised that Jungkook was hot on your tail. Maybe you should have run earlier. Or maybe you should have opened the door for him. But who were you, letting a guy threaten you? No less Jungkook of all people, that idiot.
You made it up the flight of stairs faster than you ever had, your lungs lit on fire. The front door already stood ajar for you. You could distantly hear Chaeyoung call out for Jisoo- A hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you back. Jungkook stood right in front of you, chest bumping into you, the biggest grin on his lips.
Shit.
âGotcha.â
Your face soured.
âOh, h-how are you?â you coughed with a smile, and he chuckled, never taking his eyes off of you even as he grabbed the bag from your hands and placed it down. You had completely forgotten about it. âDonât look at me like this. T-thatâs not fun.â
âNeither was having the door slammed in my face.âÂ
You backed into the wall. Turns out being tough was a lot more difficult when there wasnât a door to shield you and Jungkook was actually in front of you, just centimetres from your face and staring at you like you were his favourite thing in this entire world. His hand sneaked around your waist, slipping underneath your sweater, fingers grazing the small of your back. His touch was light and delicate, teasing in all the right ways. It was cold too, making you arch and almost wince. And it was all too muchâa tingle spreading across your back, rushing straight to your heart.
âAny last words before I make you regret it?â Jungkook hummed, and you should snort and laugh because he should sound ridiculous. But somehow, his words made you tense, the mere thought making your head spin in rounds and rounds. You bit on your tongue, silencing any sound that might just want to crawl up your throat.
You shouldnât let Jungkook be this close to you. You needed distance for your sanity. But you couldnât bring it over your heart to push him away. You didnât have it in you. Not when there was very much a part of you that wanted to find out what Jungkook exactly meant.
He drank you up with his eyes, gaze dark and full of something hazy. Full of something you couldnât pinpoint. But you loved it, you did. Maybe a little too much even. You loved the way it made your heart thump and rumble in your chest, made you forget that this was too much and far and dangerous, that Jungkook and you should keep your distance because in just a few weeks all of this would be over and youâd go your merry ways. But right now, with your back against the wall and Jungkook caging you in, thrill and excitement rushing through every single one of your cells, you couldnât stop. You didnât think you ever could.
âGot nothing to say now, cabbage?â
And when you still wouldnât respond, he smiled. His face inched closer to yours, his nose brushing yours. Your fingers itched to hold onto something, onto him, curling and uncurling in the air. Because you shouldnât, you really shouldnât. But you did, hands gripping his sweater as if you were lost in the sea and he was all you had to cling to.Â
You closed your eyes, anticipating and waiting for Jungkook to kiss you, your breath stuck in your chest. Any time now. It was going to happen-
âOh my God, please donât do this in my hallway.â
You whipped your head around, your heart dropping to the floor. Jisoo stood in the doorway, face twisted in utter disgust.
âPlease, anywhere but my fucking hallway. That's all Iâm gonna be able to think about. Seeing the two of you eating each otherâs faces.â
There was even clearer disgust in her voice.
Oh God.
âHello, Ji,â Jungkook smiled, and you expected him to back away from you, but he gave you no distance. He wasnât even the slightest embarrassed, if anything you sensed the slightest annoyance swinging with his words.
âPlease step away from her, Kook,â Jisoo asked, gesturing for him to move backwards. But he wasnât all too eager to follow, staying cemented right in front of you, hands still around your waist. He paused to think.
âIâve got a really expensive bottle of wine.â He pointed to the bag. âIâll give it to you in exchange for five more minutes.â
âOh, you brought something? Chaeâs gonna kill you,â Jisoo laughed before changing her tune, tilting her head to the side. âBut how expensive are we talking?â
âLike one hundred bucks.â
You stared holes into Jungkook, mouth agape. You couldnât believe what you were hearing. Were you not right here too? Did you become air? It was like you were cattle being sold off.Â
âOh,â Jisoo gasped before shrugging. âOkay, deal-â
âYeah, no way,â you laughed before doing what you should have done earlierâyou pushed Jungkook away, making him tumble backwards a little. You stepped around him.Â
âBut, Y/N, itâs one hundred-â
âJi!â you gasped, making her laugh and reach out for you. She wrapped her arms around your neck, giggling as she did.Â
âIâm kidding. Iâm kidding. I would never,â she told you, and you raised a brow at her. âRight, Kook?â
âYeah, we were just kidding.â
âI donât- hey! I can see you two exchanging looks!â you gasped, neither of the two even trying to be subtle. âDo you think Iâm blind?â
âHa, funny, I think-â Jisoo cleared her throat. ââI think Chae is calling for me? Oh my God, do you hear that? Yes, Iâm on my way, Chae!â
And as if she hadnât just stabbed you in the back, she slipped inside. But not without grabbing the bag and thanking Jungkook for it. You rolled your eyes, turning to head inside when he cleared his throat.
Jungkook was staring at you with his brows raised, clearly expecting⊠something.Â
âWhat?â you barked. He gave you a smile before stretching out his hand. You groaned. âSeriously? We have to get inside-â
But he waved his hand around, not budging. Rolling your eyes and with a long exhale, you took his hand into yours.Â
âYouâre a child-â
Jungkook pulled you towards him, shutting you up with a kiss. One hand cupped your cheek and the other rested on the small of your back, pushing you into him. The kiss was tender and soft, gentle and light. And still, it was enough to have your heart thumping louder and harder in your chest than ever before. You asked yourself if Jungkook could feel it at all. That heart of yours that was oh so tight in his grip. That heart of yours that was bleeding in your chest. That heart of yours already ached at the thought of this all ending in just a few weeks.Â
It was a lovely kiss, a devastatingly lovely kiss.
And when Jungkook pulled away, his eyes so full and beautiful, you felt gutted and empty. Because this meant nothing to him. This meant nothing at all. You looked away. Jungkook laughed, pulling you flush to his side, all too unaware.
âLetâs go?â
You nodded slightly.Â
Jimin was first to greet you, leaping up from the couch and pulling you into a hug. âYou made it!â
âTook you long enough,â Taehyung mumbled, sipping on his beer, earning himself a look from Namjoon that he simply ignored. âWe could hear you two yelling around in the hallway.â
âMerry Christmas to you too, Tae,â Jungkook laughed, and the older one frowned at him.Â
âItâs December 10th.â
âIn other words, itâs almost-â
âNo, itâs not-â
Hoseok greeted you with a hug, ignoring Taehyungâs and Jungkookâs bickering because otherwise he would never get to say hello to you. âLooking good.â
âThanks.â You stared at his sweater. âThatâs one really ugly Christmas sweater.â
He laughed, thanking you. Seokjin and Namjoon were next to give you a quick hug, followed by Jennie and Yoongi, exchanging a few words with each of them. Taehyung and you stared at each other for a few seconds, neither of you saying anything. And though he tried to hide it, a smile formed on his lips. A smile you could only return. You blamed it on the holidays. They made you especially sappy and sentimental.
You were first to reach out. Taehyung reciprocated the hug. It was a little awkward and short and one-armed. It was more than anyone could ask of you. Jungkook nodded in both amazement and approval when you caught his eyes for a split second, and you just scrunched your nose at him.
âSo how-â
You tuned out Seokjin, taking a minute to admire the decoration around you instead. Chaeyoung (because Jisoo wasnât particularly all too fond of Christmas, but did put up with all of it because Chaeyoung very much was) always outdid herself every holiday season: red little fuzzy stockings hanging off shelves and cupboard knobs, cinnamon-scented candles lit up all throughout the place, miniature Santa and reindeer figurines sitting on every surface alongside bowls of chocolates and peppermints with fake snow underneath. There was even a small fake Christmas tree crammed into the corner of their living room with colourful baubles (some of which Jimin had gifted and had pictures of you all printed on them) and equally colourful fairy lights hanging on it. And of course, Michael BublĂ© was on heavy rotation, his voice carried throughout the home.Â
âWhereâs Chae?â you asked Jisoo when she came up next to you, both of you standing in front of the Christmas tree.Â
âOh, you know-â
âAh, great, you guys finally made it as well,â Chaeyoung exhaled, coming out from the kitchen, and seeing Jungkook and you among the other guests. There was a slight edge accompanying her words, and you doubted for no second that her nerves were running high from having to host tonight and needing all of this to turn out perfect. (Even if she chose this fate upon herself.) Her updo was falling apart, strands sticking out in the wrong places. Still, she looked pretty. Especially with her reindeer apron tied around her waist. She had had it since middle school, and seeing it brought back all kinds of memories. You couldnât help but grin, Jisoo and you exchanging looks. And when your gaze met Chaeoyungâs, she knew. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head.Â
âYeah, I know,â she mumbled, speaking to you too only and confusing the others in the process. Jisoo and you snickered.Â
âAnywayââ Chaeyoyung waved her hand around, ââIâve got some unfortunate news. Dinner isnât ready. Iâll need at least another thirty minutes. Hope you guys didnât come too hungry.â
âDo you need help with anything?â Jungkook asked, already getting up from the couch. Yoongi raised his hand, silently extending the offer as well. Jennie nodded, clearly willing to get her hands dirty too.
âYeah, anything we can do to help you?â Taehyung asked, making an effort to get up too, but Chaeyoung was quick to shake her head.
âNo, I donât need help,â she mumbled, clearing her throat. âI just wanted to inform you guys. You all would help if you guys just busied yourself and didnât come into the kitchen.â
And before anyone could insist on their help, Chaeyoung disappeared back inside the kitchen.
âShouldnât we-?â
âIf you wanna stay on her good side, donât take a single step into the kitchen. Donât even breathe in that direction, or think about helping her,â Jisoo explained, and Jungkook looked at you as if to ask if this was exaggerated at all.
âYeah, Chaeâs⊠very peculiar with that kind of stuff.â
âBut there are so many of us. Is she really gonna do all of it on her own?â Jennie asked, but Hoseok waved her off.Â
âTrust me, she is and she will. Chae gets super stressed, but she also loves to host. If you donât let her, sheâll be in a bad mood for ages. Itâs better to just let her do her own thing.â
âAnd if it actually gets too much, sheâll come out and ask for help at one point. Trust me,â Jimin added.
âYou think? Iâm not so sure about that one,â Jisoo snorted and moved over to grab a handful of chocolates. Almost instinctively, she placed a hand on Jennieâs shoulder, and for a moment, you wondered if Jungkook and you ever looked this natural and comfortable with each other. If you looked as much as a couple as Jisoo and Jennie did. âWhen has she ever asked for help?â
âThereâs no way she can do all of this on her own,â Taehyung said, frowning.
âYou donât know Chae.â
âMaybe. But it seems humanly impossible to pull off this entire thing without asking for at least some help.â
Jisoo raised her brow at Taehyung, pausing a moment. âOh, do you wanna bet?â Her mouth pulled into a grin at the mere prospect of making some easy money. âTen bucks?â
Hoseok and you exchanged glances over their heads. This was very much typical of Jisoo.Â
âDonât bet with her, Tae. Sheâs a scammer,â Jimin said, pushing Jisooâs hand away as she waited for him to shake it.
âI wonât,â Taehyung laughed, taking a sip from his beer. âYou know I donât do-â
The ear-shattering sound of a pan clashing with the kitchen tiles emerged from the kitchen, followed up with a few loud curses and an âItâs fine!â. You cringed when something else you couldnât identify fell to the floor a second later, eliciting even more curses. Almost instinctively, you turned to Jisoo, nudging her. Because as much as she was right that it was a bad idea to go help Chaeyoung, it would actually be worse not to go in right now when everything seemed to go off the rails.
âYeah, yeah, I know. My cue to jump in,â she grumbled, begrudgingly making her way to the kitchen, knowing already she would have to endure Chaeyoungâs snappy attitude. She squeezed Jennieâs hand in goodbye.Â
âSee, sheâs getting help,â Taehyung said to no one in particular and righteously took a sip from his beer. Jungkook applauded him sarcastically, and you were about to say something when-
âOh, this is cute!â Seokjin gasped, coming up to you. You followed his gaze to the bauble he was admiring. It had an old picture of you and your friends on it, faces curving around the porcelain. âHow old are you guys there?â
You pursed your lips. âThatâs probably senior year? So like seventeen maybe? Eighteen?â
âWhat are you guys doing- oh my God, you guys look so young.â Namjoon hooked an arm around Seokijnâs shoulder, marvelling at your younger selves. âLook at that one!â
He pointed out one with just Jisoo, Chaeyoung and you on it. It was one of the first pictures you three had taken together. All three of you still stuck in middle school. You couldnât decide whether to be embarrassed or nostalgic.
âIs that Ji? Her hair, oh my God!â Seokjin laughed, pointing out the blunt bob Jisoo used to rock.
âDonât be mean!â And yet, Namjoon laughed too.
âYouâre lucky Ji canât hear you right now because sheâd kill you,â you said. âBut actually, you should see some of Seokâs old pictures. He looks so different-â
A hand snaked around your waist. You tensed. But you relaxed a second later when you realised who it was. You peeked over your shoulder just to check and smiled when you turned out to be right. He placed his chin on your shoulder.
âHello,â Jungkook whispered, and you squirmed, his breath tickling your ear. He was so close to you, too close. You could practically feel his heart beating behind yours.
âHey,â you returned, a bit breathless and pitchy. You cleared your throat.
âWhat are you guys doing?â
âOh, uh, nothing really,â you mumbled, waving your hand around.
Jungkook frowned, but didnât ask any further. âOkay, well, I wanted to get you something to drink. You think I can go into the kitchen without getting murdered?â
âYeah, youâre fine. Jiâs there too,â you said, glancing over your shoulder to meet his gaze. He was already looking at you, eyes big and so full and a smile on his lips.
âOkay, then do you want anything in particular?â
You shook your head. âUh, no, whatever is fine.â
âWhatever it is.â
But rather than just leave to get you said drink, Jungkook lingered, not moving away from you just yet. You raised a brow at him, making him smile. As if he could read your mind, he loosened his grip around your waist, but not before pressing a kiss to your neck.
âGetting you that drink,â he smiled, backing away.Â
You touched a hand to where he had kissed you, gripping, feeling hot all of a sudden. It was stupid, you were stupid.Â
âJesus.â
And albeit, it was quiet and muttered under his breath, you heard it very clearly. You looked at Seokjin, eyes big as he stared back at you with a grin on his lips. There was a fondness in his eyes, a look you always saw on Jiminâs face. Namjoon wore it too.
âWhat?â you asked when the expression wouldnât disappear.
âItâs just-âÂ
He sighed and shook his head.
âWhat?â you repeated, but Seokjin wouldnât continue.
âYou guys are just cute,â Namjoon supplied.
âOh, please,â you scoffed, shaking your head.
âYou guys are exactly like Jin and Mina used to be,â Yoongi said, coming up next to you, having witnessed the entire exchange from his spot on the couch.
âWhat?â you laughed, shaking your head over and over again. âI have no idea what-â
âDonât deny it, Y/N,â Namjoon laughed and looked at you.
âItâs gross really,â Yoongi scoffed, taking a sip from his beer. âHow smitten he is for you. How happy andââ He shuddered for the drama of it all but wore a smile on his lips. ââstupidly in love you two are.â
Wait, what?
âItâs cute,â Seokjin corrected, and you stared at him with stunned silence.Â
âIs it though?â
âDonât be like that, Yoongs. When have you ever seen Kook this happy before?âÂ
The question, though not directed at you at all, made you freeze. And when you looked at Yoongi and he made no effort to disagree, you froze.
âYou make him really happy,â Namjoon said with a smile and tilted his head when you didnât speak or react at all, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. âYou know that, right?â
His words hit you like a ton of bricks, crashing down on you and compressing your lungs. Because, no, you didnât. You didnât think about it ever, and why would you? It never seemed possible to you because it simply wasnât possible you made Jungkook happy. You didnât have that power over him.
Was this really how you looked like to othersâtwo people who were in love and happy? It sounded ridiculous to you, impossible. So much so, you just had to shake your head and wave your hand around as if the words loomed in front of you and had to be physically dismissed. Your heart banged in your ribcage, loud and far too heavy.
âYou guys are exaggerating!â you chuckled, voice wavering the slightest bit. âThis has nothing to do with me- Finals are over and itâs Christmas, so obviously-â
A single look from them was all it took to silence you. They didnât have to say a word for you to know what they were collectively thinking.
âY/N, donât be ridiculous,â Seokjin said.
âFor godâs sake, just look at that boy,â Yoongi laughed, pointing behind you, and your gaze followed his hand. Right then Jungkook came back with two drinks, one for you and one for him.Â
He seemed surprised, stilling as he saw that you were all looking at him. But he recovered, mouth pulling into a big smile. Your eyes met his. You would have missed it if you hadnât looked so close and paid attention to every little thing he did. But you saw it, the tiny smile he offered you, and only you. It was like a little secret. Just for you and him to know and share and see.Â
Did you really make him happy?
âWhy are you guys staring at me like that?â Jungkook laughed, coming to a stop in front of you and handing you your drink. You took it passively, and purely from the warmth, you knew it was your favourite, green tea. âAre you guys talking shit about me?â
âOh, yeah, you know just the usual shit talking we do about you,â Namjoon snorted.
âMhm, the usual stuff. How you always-â
Seokjinâs voice faded away when Jungkook moved closer to you, his arm already lifting to sneak around your middle. But you couldnât do this. Not now.
âSorry, I gotta pee,â you mumbled, wringing out of Jungkookâs grasp, his fingers just barely brushing your skin. You didnât know who you interrupted, but you offered them all an apologetic look but you never quite looked at Jungkook. Your exit seemed natural enough though, you thought. No one made an effort to stop you.
Some of your drink spilt over when you put it down on the coffee table too quickly, and you even almost bumped into Hoseok, but rather than apologise properly and clean up your mess, you hurried into the bathroom.Â
The moment the lock clicked shut behind you, you let yourself crumble, knees giving in. If only just a little.Â
Oh God.
It wasnât very environmentally friendly, not very Save the Turtles! kind of behaviour of you at all as you just let the water run and run into the sink and down the drain. You didnât even wash your hands or face, just needing something to fill the silence as you sat on the edge of the bathtub and let yourself calm down.
You felt ridiculous. You truly did. Insane and crazy even. The behaviour you were exhibiting was probably therapist worthy. The panic. For what? And why? It was behaviour you never imagined yourself exhibiting. No less because of Jeon Jungkook. But here you were, playing his pretend girlfriend for money so he could win a bet. And you got all of your friends involved even! You should have really thought this through-
âCabbage?â
And somehow, both dread and warmth crept up with his voice. You closed your eyes, thinking for a second to shut off the tap. It seemed just a little too exhausting to do that.
âYeah?âÂ
âAre you good?â
âYeah.â
It was quiet for a few seconds.
âCan I come in?â
âIâm peeing, Jeon.â
A lie. He knew. You knew.
âFine, come in.â
When you wouldnât move, Jungkook gave the door handle a try, surprised to see you hadnât locked it. You had forgotten, and so he did it for you instead. The moment he saw you sitting on the edge of the bathtub with the tap carelessly running, he stopped, features folding into something nice, pleasant, empathetic.
âStop,â you groaned, rolling your eyes and turning away from him, shutting off the tap as if that minimised how sad you had to look right now.
Jungkook chuckled, burying his hands into his pants, carefully walking towards you. He sat down next to you, knee pressed against yours. Neither of you pulled away. There was a part of you that should tell him to give you space, but you couldnât. If anything, you turned a little to him.
âHow are you always running off into the bathroom when you feel bad? Itâs so obvious,â he mumbled, pinching your nose.
âOw, stop!â you hissed, swatting his hand aside.Â
He gave you a look, shaking his head, and you pouted like a child would. It made him chuckle, and you tensed when Jungkook put his head on yours, too tall to lean against your shoulder comfortably, his eyes falling shut.Â
âWhat did they say?â Jungkook asked, breaking the silence after a while.
âWhat?â
âJoon and the others. What did they say to make you run off like that?â
You pressed your lips together, disliking that you were so easy to read.
âWho sent you?â you snorted, wanting to figure out which of your friends just earned themselves a plus point.
âNo one.â
âWhat?â you blinked, and looked at him, but he kept his eyes closed. âSo you-â
âNo one sent me. I just⊠wanted to make sure you were fine myself.â
And hearing that was somehow utterly awful. Because it meant Jungkook cared. At least to some degree, at least enough to want to check on you. It meant that he was able to read you so easily, that he really knew you.
âNow, what did they say? You can tell me. Iâll talk to them for you. Or I wonât if you donât want me-â
You shook your head, sighing. âNothing. They said nothing.â
It was true. Because none of what Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi said was worth running off. It wasnât insulting, or hurtful.Â
âAre you sure? Seriously, you can just tell me. Iâd talk to-â
âIâm serious,â you interrupted, not even wanting to hear how far Jungkook would go for you. âThey said nothing. I just had to pee.â You shrugged. âAnd I just needed a moment to breathe. Itâs nothing. I promise.â
Jungkook sat up, glancing at you with his mouth pursed and eyes narrowed. âSo just a moment to breathe?â
Your hand almost came up to cup his cheek, the urge to brush over the little scar on his cheekbone tempting you. It was difficult to resist when he was looking at you like that. There was this need, to plant your lips against his. Kiss him and assure him. But you didnât let yourself. You turned your head to the other side, curling your hand around the cool porcelain of the bathtub until the skin stretched thin over your knuckles and almost hurt. Just anything but Jungkook and his stupidly pretty face.
âJust a moment to breathe,â you mumbled.Â
Jungkook hummed, straightening up. He let his head hang for a few seconds before lifting it up again and turning to you.
âIs it fine if I stay with you then?â
It was a delicate question, an honest question, a devastating heartbreaking question. Because of course, he could. Of course! He could do anything, as long as he remained by your side. And that realisation, albeit not entirely new to you (you were aware of it to some degree all along), was mortifying.Â
You closed your eyes, a knot forming in your throat. There was nothing for you to say, a silence stretching between you. A silence Jungkook took as a âyesâ, and when his hand gripped yours, it was sealed for you. You didnât pull away, put your head on his shoulder. What would be the use of resisting? What good would it do? What would it change? Nothing.
So you enjoyed it instead, the moment between him and you. For as long as you could. For now.
âWe should probably get back out,â you mumbled when you heard the laughter get louder in the living room.Â
âProbably.â
And yet, neither of you moved. A few more moments passed. It was the next bound of laughter that ripped you out.
âWe should-â
âI think itâs time-â
You both stopped, nodding, knowing. Jungkook was first to get up, groaning like an old man before turning to you and offering you his hand. With one loud sigh, you took it, allowing him to pull you up. You shared a look and a smile.
It felt like you were walking into another world when you stepped outside, still holding hands. Before it was just Jungkook and you. Now it was everyone else too. And almost as if you had said that exact thought out loud, everyone looked at you as you walked back in. You stopped, the same way Jungkook had when he had returned and found you all staring at him. You frowned, the grin spreading on Jiminâs and Jisooâs (When had she made it back?) faces worrying you. Jungkook seemed as clueless as you.
âWhat?â
No one said anything for a second.Â
âCan I?â Jisoo asked, pleading with everyone else, and you narrowed your eyes. She was giddy, and her being giddy was never a good sign, especially for you. Most times it meant youâd be miserable.
âDo the honours,â Jimin said, gesturing for her to ahead.
Jisoo leaned back, grinning from ear to ear. She seemed to stretch the moment thin, take her sweet time to reveal to you what exactly entertained her so much. Jennie shook her head next to her, but she wore a smile on her lips, amused.
You kept close to Jungkook, almost instinctively. As if he could protect you. His hand brushed the small of your back, soothing. Taehyungâs irritating snicker grabbed your attention for a second, but before you could frown at him for it, Jisoo spoke,
âLook up.â
Fuck. You should have figured.
âAh,â Jungkook laughed upon seeing the mistletoe above your heads.Â
âYou guys are funny,â you scoffed, shaking your head. âAnd very cute for thinking that we are gonna do-â
âYou have to!â Jimin interjected, leaning forward and pointing at the two of you. âItâs the law. The rules of the game.â
You frowned, and the lines deepened even more when you saw everyone from Namjoon, Seokjin and Jennie to Taehyung, Hoseok, Yoongi and Jisoo nodding along. Of course, they found pleasure in your misery.Â
âItâs bad luck if you donât,â Hoseok reminded you of the stupid rules, and you could have thrown something at him. How was no one on your side?
âThatâs⊠made up.â
âWell, if you wanna risk the bad luck, be my guest,â Hoseok chuckled, shrugging, and you rolled your eyes.Â
âOh, please, no one believes that!âÂ
But you were met with no ounce of support from anyone. You turned to Jungkook, expecting that he was equally as ticked off as you. But he seemed perfectly fine, his features not even slightly twisted into anything resembling irritation. If anything, he was smiling a little when you met his eyes.Â
âI donât know, Iâm never one to tempt fate,â he said, and you couldnât quite decide how to react. Jungkook reached for your hand again, playing with your fingers. âWhy risk the bad luck? Also, itâs not like we have never kissed in front of them.â He grinned. âRemember how you jumped me and-â
âOh my God, I didnât jump you!â Your voice leapt up a few pitches too high and remained there when your friends began to laugh.
âNow thatâs a lie. You practically threw yourself at-â
âJeon!â
Jungkook cackled, and you could have strangled him right then and there. Your friends laughed too, and you would have snapped at them if your cheeks didnât warm to an uncomfortable degree. To the point the blood boiled in your ears, so much so you didnât even hear Namjoonâs holler about how it was just a kiss!
It wasnât completely lost on you that it was stupid to be embarrassed, considering how boldly you had claimed Jungkook as yours in front of a room of strangers just a few weeks ago. Especially considering that all of your friends had a slight alcohol level going on anyway already and were most definitely moving on the second the kiss happened. But it was different. At the Halloween party, you were positively buzzed, your vision blurry and fuzzy. But more importantly, you were jealous to the point of turning green. It seemed so much more intimate to kiss Jungkook in front of everyone now. And so very vulnerable because you wanted to so much. Kiss him. You always did these days, yearned to. That desire scared you, was mortifying in more ways than you could describe, particularly in this moment because what if they could all sense it? What if Jungkook realised it all of a sudden? That you really wanted this? That your entire heart ached for him?Â
And as if you had the fear written all over your face, Jungkook reached for you, tugging on your elbow and turning you back to him. He gave you a smile, his head tilted to the side. A few strands slipped out of his perfectly messy hair, and a soft shadow covered half his face. Right then, he seemed all so delicate to you, so good, so precious. It was instant, your heartbeat dwindled into something calmer and wilder at the same time. Somehow, it seemed almost easy and much more difficult to kiss him and pretend it didnât dig daggers into your heart. None of it made sense, the effect he had on you, but you supposed a lot of things hadnât made sense in your life since Jungkookâs first appearance.
âItâs just a kiss, cabbage,â he mumbled, shrugging.Â
It was. It was just a kiss, to your friends, to him. It was nothing, a small price you had to pay to entertain your friends. It was fun and simple. It was just unfortunate that it was so much more to you.Â
You held your breath when Jungkook placed a hand on your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, gentle and soothing. He was doing everything right, and yet, you could have thrown up right then and there. Jimin gasped and squeaked as Jungkook inched closer to you, Jisoo grasping onto his arm because oh my God, they were going to kiss! All while you were desperately, almost frantically, fisting Jungkookâs shirt, as if you would float away otherwise and it was the only thing keeping you on the ground.
And Jungkook kissed you all too delicately.
To the point, you could have believed him. That you meant something to him, that he might just be in love with you. It was horrible, to be kissed like that. You werenât sure if this was how it felt like, to be in love and to be loved. You hoped it wasnât.
You pulled him closer to you, deepened the kiss, allowed him in. For just a while, you told yourself. Just until you found the strength in you to resist him, until you deemed your own well-being more important than these fleeting highs with Jungkook.
âAlright, dinnerâs- oh.âÂ
Chaeyoung stopped right before she could bump into you, and you quickly pulled away. But Jungkook kept holding you, not letting go of you. Chaeyoung placed her hands on her hips and shot Jimin and Jisoo a long look.
âAh, who of you idiots did this?âÂ
âWhy do you assume it was-â
âSo it was you,â Chaeyoung said, interrupting Jimin and shaking her head. âTake it off. Dinnerâs ready.â
Jisoo slapped his shoulder, laughing, clearly enjoying seeing him getting reprimanded by Chaeyoung. Jimin rolled his eyes, mumbling something about how Chaeyoung was no fun but he followed her orders, getting up and reaching for the bundle above your heads. You backed away-actually you jumped. It made Jimin pause and narrow his eyes, his mouth lifting into a smile when he saw the opportunity.
âOh, what if I hold it over you-â
âNo, donât even!â you hissed, pushing Jimin away from you and seeking refuge behind Chaeyoung.Â
âOh, itâs just one more kiss, Y/N!â Jimin taunted, following you. You shrieked, moving further from him, irritated by the constant laughter spilling from his throat. He was enjoying this too much. Too much!
âFuck off!â
âDonât be like-â
âIâm serious, stop!â
âItâs fun-â
âOkay, no, enough,â Jungkook said, stepping in and swiftly taking the mistletoe from Jimin. He slapped him with it lightly, eliciting a gasp from Jimin. âNo more chasing my girlfriend with mistletoe, okay? Or you can do your physics assignments on your own.âÂ
Rubbing his cheek, almost convinced he was allergic to mistletoe now, Jimin gasped as if Jungkook had just declared an end to their friendship. âKook! How could you say that?â
âStop chasing my girlfriend then.â
âOh my God, fine, I wonât,â Jimin groaned, pouting. âYouâre so lame.â
When he reached for the mistletoe, Jungkook hesitated, looking over to you and even though you preferred him not to hold it in his hands again, you knew Jimin would get even more offended if Jungkook withheld the bundle from him. So you gave him a nod.Â
âOkay, alright, dinnerâs getting cold,â Chaeyoung said, clapping her hands together when Jimin was back in possession of his mistletoe. âSo how about we take this party into the kitchen, yeah?â
Like you had said he would, Jungkook got an earful from Chaeyoung when she noticed the expensive bottle of wine suddenly appear on the dinner table because how dare you bring something when I clearly said not to? And on top of that such an expensive bottle too. Do you shit money? Somebody needs to teach you how to manage your finances. Rather than come to his help, you left Jungkook to fend for himself which earned you puppy eyes from him, but hadnât you told him better? Surprisingly however he managed to convince her to open the bottle anyway. You were sure sheâd get him to return it, or at least take it home again. Jungkook could be very compelling. But you knew that already.Â
âIf the teaching thing doesnât work outââ Namjoon had his mouth stuffed as he spoke, and you caught Yoongi cringing next to him. ââI think you should become a cook, Chae.â
She smiled sheepishly, waving him off. âOh, please. My momâs cooking is so much better.â
âI donât know if I believe you,â he laughed. âThis is seriously so good.â
Hoseok shoved a big bite into his mouth, a drop of sauce splashing onto the table. Chaeyoung smiled and wiped it off for him. He thanked her.
âItâs the best food on Earth. Iâd die for it,â Jimin sighed, a little too loud and dramatic, his mouth full with food, giving you all a glimpse into what his stomach must look like. His cheeks were tinted a slight pink, the red wine slowly flushing him through. âLike that one Gordon Ramsey meme? Where you knowââ He sat up, changing his voice in a failed attempt to mimic the British celebrity chef. ââheâs like âFinally some good fucking food.â or whatever. Thatâs how I always feel when I eat Chae.â
For a second, there was silence. Jungkook and you looked at each other with big eyes, a hint of a smile on your lips because it was obvious that Jimin hadnât realised what he had said, blabbering on and on without a second thought.
âMaybe you should calm it on the alcohol,â Seokjin mumbled, pushing Jiminâs glass away from him. But it had the opposite effect, making him reach for it instead and down the entire contents of his glass in one quick go.
âNever!â
âYou mean⊠her food. When you eat her food, you could cry, right?â Taehyung clarified, and Jimin looked at him with big eyes.
âOh, yes of course! What else would I mean?â he laughed, loud and boisterous. âChaeâs all yours, Seok. Donât worry. Iâm not your competition.âÂ
Chaeyoung almost choked on the wine, and Hoseok turned a few shades redder.Â
âSomeone get this idiot some water,â Yoongi snorted, and Namjoon already got up.
You turned your gaze to Jisoo when she leaned into you, taking the chaos as a chance to just talk to you, her hand grabbing yours.
âHowâs the scarf going by the way? Are your loops now clean?â she whispered, careful to keep her voice low. You glanced towards Jungkook, but he was busy trying to convince Jimin to drink a few sips from the water at least. And though he hadnât heard a word, you glared at Jisoo, shaking your head.
âNot with him around,â you hissed, and she rolled her eyes.
âOh, look at him. Heâs not paying us attention. I wanna know. Iâm invested now, especially because you always called me a grandma for knitting. Howâs it going?â she asked, and you knew it was best to just quickly answer her because she wasnât dropping this.
âYeah, yeah, I got it now. Itâs almost done-â
âWhat are you guys whispering about?â Jennie asked, leaning in, eyes wandering between Jisoo and you.
âY/Nâs knitting a scarf for her boyfriend for Christmas.â
âJi!âÂ
Your features couldnât decide whether or not to contort in embarrassment or fear Jungkook had overheard this time. Itâd ruin your surprise. You were in luck though because he wasnât paying your conversation any mind.
âOh, thatâs cute!â Jennie squealed. âI only thought Ji knits. I didnât know you knit too, Y/N.â
âI-â
âShe doesnât. She just sews a little,â Jisoo said, beating you to it. She leaned towards Jennie as if she was telling her a secret and didnât want you to hear, but she deliberately kept eye contact with you and didnât even lower her voice, her lips curling up. âShe learned how to knit for her stupid little boyfriend. She asked me so many questions and bought so much yarn too. It was so annoying-â
You kicked Jisoo in the shin, shutting her up. She sharply sucked in her breath, hands flying to her leg, mouth agape in a silent screech.
âYouâre talking too much,â you hissed, not remorseful at all even as she rubbed her shin. Jennie laughed.Â
âThatâs really cute of you though, Y/N,â she said, smiling at you. âI like the idea. Heâs gonna love it.â
âItâs just a scarf,â Jisoo mumbled, rolling her eyes, words dipping into an astonishing amount of immaturity. âItâs not that cute. I could knit you a better scarf-â
âStop bragging. Itâs different. Youâve always knit. Y/N made an effort to learn how to for Kook.â
âIâd learn how to do something new for you.â
âSo do.â
âWhat? Like I wonât?â
You took that as your cue to exit the conversation, glancing over to Jungkook instead. He hadnât noticed your conversation at all. In fact, he was stuffing his mouth full. Some extra sauce decorated the corner of his mouth in his haste. Without missing a beat, you wiped it off with your thumb before cleaning it on his napkin. He turned to you, eyes as big as a reindeer caught in headlights. It hit you only then as he stared at you and you stared at him, what you had done. How intimate the nature of the gesture had been. You might as well have ripped out your heart and told him to keep it. It would have been the same.
âDid⊠you just-â
âOh, the wine is actually so good!â Jisoo sighed, putting down her glass, and right now you were very glad she sat next to you. âI think thatâs the best wine Iâve ever had.â
Jungkookâs eyes darted between her and you. He was thinking, contemplating if heâd engage with Jisoo in a conversation, or tease you until you were just about ready to be swallowed by a hole. Maybe it was the way you wouldnât even look in his direction and kept your gaze trained on Jisoo, or maybe because he was planning on bringing it up another time, but in the end, he decided to spare you.
âIâm happy to hear you like it,â he grinned before jabbing you in the side. You flinched, grabbing his hand before he could do it again. âSee, and you said they wouldnât taste the difference.â
âShe doesnât,â you grumbled, brows creased together.
âSheâs just saying that because she knows how expensive it is,â Taehyung said, and for once you agreed. Jisoo rolled her eyes at him, mumbling something about not wanting to argue with an idiot and picking a piece of lint off of Jennieâs shoulder instead.
Jungkook shrugged. âWhatever. She likes it, so worth every penny.â
You were about to let go of his hand, feeling any kind of contact was a step too much, a step into a very wrong and dangerous direction. But Junkook interlaced his fingers with yours, holding it firm, thumb brushing over the back of your hand. For a second, you contemplated pulling away because this was too much, too close. You didnât, not finding the strength in you to do it.Â
âActually, I havenât learned half of my momâs cooking. She always makes this amazing pork belly stew for every Christmas. If you love this, youâll love that,â Chaeyoung said, pulling you into their conversation that seemed to have circled back to her cooking.
âAre you gonna go back home for Christmas? Because Iâll go with you if so. That stew sounds amazing,â Yoongi said.
âOh my God, if you are, please take me with you too because this is so good,â Jennie sighed dreamily, making Chaeyoung laugh.Â
âExcuse me, what about our Christmas plans?â Jisoo gasped with faux upset, and immediately Hoseok, Chaeyoung, Jimin and you exchanged glances.Â
Moving fast, Hoseok mouthed and you nodded. You had no idea. At the same time, it seemed to work for them.
âOh, canât we just drop by for dinner really quickly for some food?â Jennie tried, pursing her lips into a pout, but Jisoo just clicked her tongue and shook her head.
âGood food is all it takes, huh?â
Jennie laughed.
âIs everyone going home for Christmas?â Namjoon asked, wiping his mouth before grabbing his glass of wine, holding it up to his lips, speaking into it. âI know Kook is for sure.â
Jungkook nodded. âGot me there.â
And even without looking at him, you knew he was smiling and more than excited to go back home. He squeezed your hand, and you could tell he did so unconsciously. You squeezed back, happy for him that he was happy.
âOh, right, Iâve been meaning to ask!â Jimin gasped, turning rather dramatically towards you. You blinked, unsure of what was about to spill from his lips.
âIs it true that youâre going back home with Kook, Y/N?âÂ
What?
Everyone turned to you, Chaeyoung raising her brow at you because were you? You stared back at her, mouth opened and closing because no, right? You werenât, or were you? Your eyes lifted to Jungkook, and he had that same look on his face. Neither of you knew what to say or do. This wasnât something you had discussed. And why would you have? Itâd be ridiculous to assume that youâd be going back home with Jungkook to meet his parents for Christmas.
âUh-?â
âIâm just asking because Kookâs parents have been asking me if I knew if heâs actually gonna bring you,â Jimin continued, shrugging. And maybe you would have focused on how much you wanted to strangle him right now and needed him to shut up if your mind wasnât reeling from the fact that Jungkook seemed to have not only told his parents about your existence but also that you would be spending Christmas with them.
What?
âOkay, yeah, no, wait,â Jungkook interjected, a clear panic in his voice, turning fully to you. âI can explain.â
You blankly stared at him, unable to even make a single sound. He dug a hand through his hair, looking even more panicked the longer you said nothing.
âSo, uh, my brother saw my posts and stories online and might have told my parents⊠that Iâm dating you. And so theyâve been really curious and asking about you a lot, and it was a little annoying, so I just told them that I might bring you around for Christmas to shut them up. Butââ He held out his hand as if to get ahead of you saying anything. ââI didnât promise them anything. I just said it to get them off my back, you know?â
You continued staring at him, unsure of how to react or what to say because well, you hadnât thought that either of your parents were ever going to get involved in any shape or form. You hadnât even played with the idea of telling your parents. And why would you? All of this was fake! A ruse, so Jungkook could win his stupid bet!
âIt wasnât planned, or anything, okay? I wasnât going to tell them about you-â
âYou werenât?â Jimin blurted out, brows pinching together. He seemed to have lost all ability to read the room, just a glass or two of wine enough to dull his brain. âOw-!â
He glared at Taehyung, rubbing his arm. It still wasnât enough to shut him up however.Â
âWhat was that for? Iâm just saying Iâm a little surprised that Jungkook, the definition of a mamaâs and papaâs boy, was planning on keeping his girlfriend a secret when he hasnât shut up about Y/N for months-â
âNo, wait itâs not like that,â Jungkook quickly scrambled, gesturing wildly. âItâs just that my parents, you know, can get a little much. And, I donât know-â
His sentence didnât find an end, and Jimin seemed to just take that as a sign to go on,Â
âDidnât Narae meet-â
âOkay, how about you finish your food, huh?â Taehyung interrupted, taking Jiminâs fork and picking up a big piece of meat before shoving it into his mouth. Namjoon and Seokjin exchanged glances, cringing. Yoongi lowered his head, and Jennie slid down on her seat. Chaeyoung looked at you with big empathetic eyes and Jisoo even gave your hand a squeeze.Â
If there was anything genuine between you, this would have been devastating. Luckily, there wasnât. So it couldnât hurt. And yet, your heart felt like it was bleeding in your chest, a dagger shoved in, a dagger with Jungkookâs name. He was staring holes into you, but you couldnât look at him, settling on the edge of the table instead. You werenât hurt. You werenât hurt that Narae with her perfect smile and manicured nails and beautiful hair and glossy lips got to meet his parents and you didnât. It didnât bother you at all! That was what you told yourself at least. Because you couldnât possibly be hurt. Not when your relationship was transactional and just an act. And yet, to your misery, you were hurt, deeply. You hated it, how you werenât all that unbothered as you wanted and more importantly, should be.Â
You were pulled out of your thoughts though when you saw the glare Hoseok was looking at Jungkook with. It dawned on you how awful all of it had to sound to your friends then. Narae, who never even was Jungkookâs official girlfriend, got to meet his parents, but you, who was officially (at least to them) his girlfriend, he not only didnât want to introduce to them but also planned on keeping a secret?
âOh my God, you guys!â you laughed, loud and light, like it was all so very dumb and stupid. With a big swoop, you grabbed Jungkookâs hand on the table, hoping no one saw the shake in your fingers. Everyone looked at you.
âYouâre misunderstanding. We had agreed from the beginning that we should take it a little slower, and not tell everyone immediately. I knew he wasnât going to tell his parents. I told him not to.â You put on your most convincing smile, swallowing the knot in your throat, hoping desperately it was enough. Everyone was looking at you, and you looked right back at them, at everyone except for Jungkook. Your vision almost blurred, hazy at the edges, feeling your composure threaten to slip.
âItâs nothing.â
There was a slight shake in your voice, the tiniest of a waver. You couldnât tell if your friends noticed, their faces unreadable to you. A moment of silence stretched across the room, the food long forgotten about. In the end, it was slightly tipsy Jimin, the one who started it all, to break the awkwardness.
âOkay, well, do I text them⊠yes or-?â
You wondered if Jimin was this stupid, or trying to put you through hell on purpose. His question made Taehyung next to him sigh and shake his head, lips pressed together as he stared daggers into the older one.
âWhat?â Jimin whispered, offended. Maybe you should have taken the wine from him sooner.Â
You looked at Jungkook finally. He didnât seem to have an answer at all, his eyes big and wide like a childâs. There was something in them that you couldnât quite pinpoint. It almost seemed like he wanted you to agree, say yes, of course, youâd meet his parents. You had to be imagining it. As quickly as it had come, you squashed the thought.
It was up to you. The decision was in your hands. Everyone was waiting for your answer. Jungkook would have to go with whatever you were saying, whether or not he liked it.Â
A lot of it was probably spite, spite that Narae met them already and you hadnât. And how would it look if you werenât there when Jungkook inevitably made a post about being back home with his family and you werenât there in the pictures? What would Narae think? You could already see a backhanded Instagram story in front of your eyes, how there was trouble in paradise. It was something you wouldnât put past her at all, seeing as she had done so before, posting just an hour after Jungkook celebrated your one month anniversary about how cringe some couples could be. Anyone doubting your relationship might just lead to Taehyung doubting your relationship and then to Jungkook losing his bet and all of this would have been for nothing. That couldnât happen, right? You had to do something against it!
âThey probably wonât stop bothering you until you tell them yes, right?âÂ
You tried your hardest to sound casual, nonchalant, chill as some might say. This was no big deal, you told yourself.
It wasnât what Jungkook had expected. He thought youâd give some roundabout answer that in the end summarised that you needed to keep things slow and easy. But you agreed. You were going to meet his parents. He searched for something in your features, anything to tell him how you genuinely felt about it. He was trying to read you, but it was like he had the wrong dictionary.Â
âIf thatâs alright with you-â Maybe it was to hit the nail on the head, finish it off, you couldnât say. But the urge was strong right then, just once to say it. ââbabe?â
You turned to him and looked at him almost confidently. It was both your face and the pet name, but Jungkook couldnât help but laugh. Of course, now you were going to call him babe. A grin spread across his lips.
âOkay, yeah.â He held your hand firmer and tighter. âIâd be more than happy for you to meet my parents. Theyâd be thrilled.â
He was a great liar. It sounded oh so very genuine.
You squeezed his hand and turned to Jimin. âI guess you can text them Iâm going.â
âI think that was it,â Jungkook said, handing you the last few dirty plates.Â
âAlright,â you hummed, moving around some of the dishes to make some more space in the dishwasher.Â
âOh,â Chaeyoung exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Jungkook standing there with you, âyou can head out first. Iâll help Y/N.âÂ
She wore a smile on her lips, but you knew better.Â
âItâs fine. Iâll just help-â
âNo, really, get out,â Chaeyoung interrupted, slipping just the slightest bit and you gave Jungkook a look, almost reaching out for his hand and giving it a squeeze. She was curt, too curt. It surprised him, clearly. âIâm the host. Iâll clean up. Join the others in the living room.â
You offered him a nod, and with that Jungkook slipped out, receiving a more genuine smile and a quiet thank you from Chaeyoung on the way out because she knew he was more than confused by her just now. Before he even had the chance to turn to ask whether or not he should close the door, she did herself. You knew to prepare yourself, putting the stack of dishes aside. She folded her arms in front of her stomach.
This was an interrogation.
In another world (read: in a detective TV show), thereâd be a metal table between you and youâd be handcuffed to it. A clock would decorate the blank walls, ticking away in the background, and the air would be chilly and humid, stifling almost. Chaeyoung would dramatically slide pictures across to you, and they would be incriminating ones, blurry but clearly depicting you in the middle of whatever crime you were accused of. She would point at them and tell you how you had one chance to tell her the truth.
âHow are you?â
Just the question almost made you laugh. It was heartwarming. You knew exactly what she was trying to get out of youâif it hurt you at all that Narae had met Jungkookâs parents and he had seemingly wanted to keep you a secret. You dried your hands on the kitchen towel.
âIâm fine, thanks. How are you-â
âAre you lying?â
She took this very seriously, her face not even holding a hint of a smile. Again, in another world sheâd stare you down, gaze cold and unwavering, and ask if you wanted to try again.
âDo I look like I am lying?â
You were lying about all of it, about most things concerning Jungkook and you these days. But you couldnât say that. You couldnât admit that the entire conversation during dinner hurt you to the degree it did, to a degree you would rather not admit, that it hurt at all to begin with. Because being hurt implied you had some sort of right to be, implied Jungkook owed you⊠something. And that was just not true.
Chaeyoung paused, sizing you up. It was hard to figure out what conclusion she came to, her eyes narrowed and sharp. She opened her mouth, but right then, someone announced themselves with a knock on the door. Without waiting, they poked their head in, and it could realistically only be one person.Â
âWhat did she say?â Jisoo asked.
Were you air today?
âSays sheâs fine,â Chaeyoung said, wrinkling her nose.
âYou donât believe her?â Jisoo slipped inside and slowly closed the door, making sure beforehand though that no one was in earshot. Chaeyoung scrutinised you for another moment before coming to her conclusion with a long sigh.
âNo, I do.â She paused before looking at you. âYou know Iâd- weâd rip him into pieces for you, right?â
You had no doubt for a second they would. Actually, all of your friends would, but Chaeyoung and Jisoo would be the first ones to throw a punch.
âI do, and I love you guys for it,â you say, smiling genuinely because God, you did love your friends so much. âBut you donât have to because Iâm fine. And like I said, we had talked about it. You know how I am. Parents arenât my thing.â
âWell, for that you just agreed to go meet them,â Jisoo mumbled, scrunching her nose, and you swallowed. Maybe it was hearing it from someone else, or maybe it was because you were no longer sitting around the dinner table with everyone expectedly staring at you and awaiting for an explanation, but it finally hit you. What exactly you had agreed to. Once your mind wasnât clouded with the thought of Narae, you realised that oh my God, you were meeting Jungkookâs parents.
It was funny how quickly things could change. How just a few minutes ago, you didnât worry about it at all, only thinking of Narae and her stupid perfect grin and the fact she had met them, and now you were worried because what would they say about you? Would they like you? What if they were like Jaehwaâs parents and-
âNow, donât make that face,â Chaeyoung interrupted, putting a hand on your shoulder, noticing your spiral. âTheyâre gonna like you.â
âYeah, you donât have anything to worry about at all, Y/N,â Jisoo reassured. âIf anything, they should be on their best behaviour. Because if notâŠâ
And like the amazing friend she was, Jisoo started punching the air, showing you her swift moves that she would put on Jungkookâs parents.Â
âCanât you see? They say one wrong thing, and itâd be over for them. Ji would do these weird punches and knock them right out,â Chaeyoung said. âItâs gonna be fine. Has to.â
âAlso, with the way Jungkook acts with you, letâs be honest heâs head over heels for you,â Jisoo argued, putting an arm around you. âI can see him standing up for you.â
âYeah, I hate to give a man any credit, but he would.â
âAnd again, if he doesnâtâŠâ Jisoo didnât finish her sentence, instead showing you her oh so brilliant and not wobbly but actually super fatal kick.
They both turned to you, and you slowly nodded. Maybe they were right. You didnât necessarily think Jungkook would stand up for you, not because you didnât believe he would but because you didnât even let yourself go there. If you did, if you assumed he would do something like that for you, youâd be having expectations for him and you had no right to. But you knew that Chaeyoung and Jisoo would be there for you, and it was a comforting thought. That was enough. Your friends were enough. And maybe, you just liked to believe them tooâthat it would all somehow turn out just fine.
âYeah, I guess,â you mumbled.
âItâs gonna be fine!â Chaeyoung repeated, squeezing your shoulder.
Before you could dwell on it any further, a knock on the kitchen door interrupted you.Â
âYeah?â Jisoo said, and a moment later, Hoseok stuck his head in, offering an apologetic smile because he obviously knew what was going on in here.
âSorry to interrupt, but Jimin asked for you, Chae,â he said, sounding unsure. He clearly hadnât gotten a reason as to why he was supposed to call for Chaeyoung. She frowned and seemed less than willing to go, but you saw this as a great opportunity to put an end to this conversation and move on. Ignoring the fact you were going to meet Jungkookâs parents wasnât going to solve the issue, but right now your brain felt mushy and drained. Too much of todayâs focus had been on you, you couldnât do it any longer.
âLetâs just all go,â you said. âWeâve been here for too long anyway.â
Jisoo agreed, mumbling something about how she couldnât leave Jennie alone with all of the guys outside any longer, not in good conscience at least. She helped you put the last few plates into the dishwasher, and hooked her arm with yours as you made your way back into the living room, her head resting on your shoulder.
âDid he say what he wanted?â Chaeyoung asked Hoseok, the two walking behind you.Â
âProbably something stupid.â
And indeed it was.
Because the moment Jisoo and you had made it past the doorstep, Jimin jumped up and pointed at Chaeyoung and Hoseok. The two froze, all eyes on them, and when you turned to look, you found them in the same fate as Jungkook and you had been in earlier.
âOh, Jimin,â you chuckled, shaking your head. He beamed with pride, chest out and a grin bigger than his entire face.Â
âWe arenât-â Chaeyoung couldnât even finish her sentence, sputtering for words. âNo! This is⊠stupid!â
âYou have to. Otherwise, itâs bad luck,â Jungkook grinned. âThatâs what you said, right, Seok?â
Hoseok looked positively ready to strangle him, but you couldnât have been prouder of him right now. Even though Jimin was the one to orchestrate this, it felt like sweet revenge to get back at Hoseok. And really, you were helping him and Chaeyoung. Maybe today was the day finally something would happen.
âSeok and I arenât- we arenât-â
âItâs just a kiss!â Seokjin said, and you nodded. Because as much as you felt for them, having been in their position, you knew Chaeyoung wouldnât have come to your rescue. She might have disapproved, but she would have definitely enjoyed the show and let it go on until you kissed.
âJust do a quick peck,â Taehyung suggested, pressing a kiss to Yoongiâs cheek to demonstrate. The older one wiped his cheek and shook his head, but there was clear amusement tugging on the corners of his mouth too. You laughed at the absurdity of it all, especially when you caught the embarrassed looks on Chaeyoungâs and Hoseokâs faces.
âAlso if you hadnât walked in together like I had predicted you obviously would, you wouldnât be in this situation,â Jimin said, and Hoseok let out a noise that could only be described as a weak and mangled attempt at faux upset. âYou guys are so clearly in love with each other anyway, just kiss!â
âOh my God,â Chaeyoung let out a scoff, but it sounded pitchy and panicked, âseriously? H-how many times do we have to tell you guys that we are just really good friends? Just like Jimin and Y/N!â
âDonât be ridiculous here, Chae,â you laughed. âJimin and I are just friends, but you two? Oh, please.â
âThere was an attempt, huh?â
Chaeyoung glared at Jisoo, her cheeks gaining a deeper shade of red with every passing second. In a last ditch attempt, she turned to Hoseok, hoping for some backup from him.
âTell them-â
This time when her sentence got lodged in her throat, it was for a very different reason. Because Hoseok was looking at her like he was ready to risk it all in front of everybody. Like he was ready to just say it, do something. And Chaeyoung knew, freezing to a statue.
Jisoo and you looked at each other, gasping. Her nails dug into your arm and you held onto her just as strongly. Your breath hitched in your throat as Hoseok placed a hand on Chaeyoungâs cheek, pausing and hesitating for a moment, as if he waited for her to reject him before ultimately kissing her. And instantly, she pulled him closer.
It was like a scene out of every 2000s romantic comedy, the finale of the third act, what you had all been waiting up to. It was a scene to swoon and die for.Â
A sense of joy you had rarely felt overtook you, a rush. You began shaking Jisoo, mouth split into a grin. As much as you had wanted and actually still wanted to strangle Jimin tonight for bringing that stupid mistletoe, you were just about ready to kiss him (platonically and only figuratively of course).
âSee!â Jimin laughed, pointing at Hoseok and Chaeyoung, both of them flushed red to the tips of their ears. But they were smiling too. This had been good.
âI canât believe that this is how you guys get together,â Jisoo laughed, Chaeyoung and Hoseok looking at each other, his arm wrapped around her middle. They laughed, shrugging.
Jimin proudly pointed at himself, beaming brighter than a Christmas tree. âAll my doing.â
âShut up,â Yoongi laughed, trying and failing to kick him in the knee. And though his attempt wasnât successful, it earned him a thank you! from Chaeyoung. Jimin looked over to Namjoon for some kind of help, but he simply shrugged. He scoffed when he saw Seokjin squeeze Yoongiâs shoulder, mumbling something about how he was just jealous.
âI mean⊠neither did I,â Hoseok chuckled, seeming still completely out of it, unbelieving.
âThought about it a lot, huh?â Taehyung asked, grinning, and for a moment, you could see Hoseok struggling to answer, decide whether or not he wanted to admit the blatant truth, confess that heâd been imagining this more times than he should have. In the end, he cared less about saving face and looking cool, and much more about who he had his arm wrapped around, finally.
âYeah, always.â
And just like that, Chaeyoung pulled him down for another kiss. The sight warmed Jisooâs heart because she turned to Jennie, reaching out for her. With a slight tug, she was at Jennieâs side. You laughed, shaking your head, just to catch Jungkook looking at you. For a moment, you didnât quite know what to do even though you werenât the one caught staring. The same couldnât be said about Jungkook. He didnât seem to care at all, eyes not holding an ounce of uncertainty. It was obvious that he was much more confident and comfortable with being seen by you. Something you still werenât at this point, not entirely at least, not right in this very moment, or⊠actually ever.
Jungkook didnât say anything as he stretched his hand out. You hesitated, if just for a second. Because maybe you shouldnât. Not when your heart was beating the way it was. And yet, you did take it, did let him pull you close and hold you and press his lips to the top of your head.
âYou donât have to meet them if you donât want to.â
He whispered it, spoke in a soft and warm voice. His words floated to your ears, and you knew. You didnât have to do anything ever actually. Not for him at least. He expected nothing from you. You closed your eyes, and listened to his heartbeat in his chest. Strong and firm. It was the opposite of yours. Yours was a mess, thumping and skipping beats.Â
âI will.â
Jungkook smiled as bright as the sun, pressing another kiss to your head. You could feel the excitement rushing through his fingertips, his arm tightening around you. You didnât know the reason for it, his excitement. It didnât make sense why he would be, you werenât his girlfriend after all. You refused to think about it, preferring the bliss of ignorance.
God, you loved him so much. You did. You loved Jungkook to an indescribable amount. And God, was it time to stop all of this.
The video had been playing for less than twenty seconds when the call came in, your phone lighting up beside you. You paused your laptop, his name taking up your entire phone screen. And though Jungkook and you had begun calling each other more frequently now, spending at least once a week on the phone together, you were confused when you glanced at the time. But you accepted the call, sliding your thumb over the glass. Some ruffling met your ears before finally, he came through.
âHi.â
For some reason, there was a smile on your lips.
âWhat do you want?â you laughed, glancing at the time in the upper left corner of your phone. 01:24. âItâs late. Why arenât you sleeping?â
âCould say the same about you,â Jungkook argued, and you rolled your eyes, scoffing slightly, already sensing where this was going. You leaned back into your couch, looking at the ceiling with renewed interest.
âIâm not tired.â
âNeither am I.â
âI donât believe you.â
âThen neither do I.â
âWell, you had a full day of classes today, so you must be at least a little tired,â you shot back, and a beat of silence passed. For a moment, it seemed like you came out victorious.Â
âYou know my schedule?â
The question hung in front of you, and you were glad that this was just a call. Because you could see it, his stupid face. The proud smile on his lips, the grin that adorned it. He would inch closer to you, push you to answer, and you would cave and crumble terribly.Â
â... no.â
And Jungkook began laughing almost immediately, his voice booming through your phone. You cringed, biting your tongue.Â
âIâm going to hang up.â
âNo, no, no, donât,â he said, still laughing however. âIâm sorry.â
His apology didnât sound an ounce sincere, but you were never going to actually hang up. A comfortable silence passed, and you could have stayed on the phone forever.
âOh, have you watched the newest video I sent you yet?â
âYou mean the two hour long video essay about the phenomenal music scoring of Avatar?â you hummed, glancing over to your laptop to see the screen dark already. âYeah, I was about to watch it when you called.â
Somehow, you could hear his smile forming on his lips. âYou should watch it.â
âYeah, I will,â you said, sighing and rolling your eyes.
There was silence for another few seconds.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Jungkook asked, and you could tell he was genuinely curious. You blinked, having completely forgotten what you had been up to until he called. You looked at the ball of yarn sitting in your lap, your attempt at a scarf hanging between the two knitting needles. But you couldnât tell him, it would ruin the surprise.Â
And so, you returned the question instead. âWhat are you doing?â
âI asked you first.â
âI asked you second.â
Jungkook sighed. âYouâre very fun to talk to sometimes, you know?â
You laughed, not missing the irony in his voice. âThanks. You are too.â
âJust tell me,â he said, and you frowned at his poor attempt to get you to talk.Â
âWhy donât you tell me first?â
He let out a small scoff, and you could picture his face perfectly. The way his tongue would be digging into his cheek and his eyes rolling back because God, you were frustrating sometimes! But there would be an undeniable smile on his lips. There always was.Â
âAlright,â Jungkook said, and you raised your brows. âIâm outside.â
You frowned. âWhere are you going? At this hour?â
âWhy donât you guess?âÂ
âJust tell me.â
He paused, hesitated. Somehow, you could hear his grin turn bigger.
âHow about you look outside and see for yourself instead?â
Your heart sank in your chest, something strange taking hold of you. You moved without a thought, almost knocking over one of your pothos sitting on your window sill when you pulled the curtain aside. The glass was cool to touch, but you pressed your entire hand against it, just to feel something steady. Because right now, you felt the opposite of it, heart jumping to your throat and beating there like it was bound to fall out. Because there was no way that he was here right now! This wasnât a cheesy romcom! But you also knew that he wouldnât lie to you.
And he didnât.Â
There he was, standing on the sidewalk, in front of your building, phone pressed to his ear, head in his neck, mouth in a grin and waving up to you.Â
You opened and closed your mouth several times, scoffing in the end and shaking your head.
âYouâre so⊠stupid, Jeon.â
Jungkook laughed, âWell, thatâs been established before.â
âYouâre such a ridiculous stupid little man, Jeon!â you went on, pressing a hand to your forehead and squeezing your eyes closed for a moment. âWhat are you doing here?â
âOh, is it a crime now to drop by your girlfriendâs home when you miss her?â
The words rolled off his tongue with a certain confidence and ease. Two things you rarely ever had, even less around Jungkook. It always seemed so very fragile and dangerous, to be so open and vulnerable. You couldnât snap back, tell him how ridiculous he was because you had just seen each other two days ago at the Christmas party. Hell, you had been spending almost every day with each otherâeither on the phone or in person driving to Seoâs bakery to pick up your needed batch of cookies or watching Avatar until you both could recite every line. And yet here he was, telling you that he missed you, so much so that he needed to see you in the middle of the night, at 1:42.
Right then, it became blatantly obvious to youâthat Jungkook and you had crudely blown the lines you had established beforehand, agreed to contractually, into absolute smithereens, that you two had made new ones, dangerous ones, ones that resembled an actual relationship, and that, even worse, you had not only never talked about it but gotten used to the new rules, comfortable.
And even with that realisation lingering in your mind with big glaring bright red flags hissed high above and every possible alarm blaring in the air, you couldnât bring yourself to tell Jungkook that this was wrong, that he should go home. You should, it would spare your sanity. But your heart had only grown bigger and fonder of him. And it was horrible because you knew even more time with him, alone, in your own four walls, was the worst thing you could do. There would be nowhere for you to go, run off to. But you couldnât send him home. Because really, you didnât want to. Because it did excite you. That he was here. That he had gotten up, changed, and made his way to you. That the cold hadnât even been enough to stop him.
âNow, open up. Itâs freezing. My hands and feet are already blue,â he told you, adding a dramatic shiver to his words.
You paused, frowned, searched and didnât see it anywhere. It clicked with you. You hadnât heard the engine or turn signal during the entirety of your call.Â
âDid you- did you walk here? Why didnât you take your car?â
âFelt like it.â
âYouâre so stupid, oh my God,â you groaned, rolling your eyes as you repeatedly pressed the buzzer to open the front door for him. âNever ever do that again. Itâs freezing outside!â
Jungkook responded with a laugh. It echoed on the walls of your empty lobby, reverberating through the phone. âAlright, I wonât. I promise.â
âAlso, shouldnât you be writing that stupid paper about Newton or Einstein or whatever?â
âItâs not about either of them, but I still have a bit of time until the deadline,â he explained, and you heard him walk up the stairs. âThanks for remembering though.â
You pressed your lips together. âWhat if I was sleeping?â
âBut you arenât.â He sounded so incredibly smug and proud. You could have punched him. âAlso, I know you, cabbage. Youâd rather die than go to bed at a reasonable time.â
And somehow, that admission embarrassed you. It did. Terribly. Because he did, he did know you oh so well.Â
You left the front door ajar for him, waiting there with your hands folded in front of you, fingers picking on each other, as you listened to his steps grow closer and louder. His hand was the first thing you saw, reaching and touching the doorknob, and then it was suddenly just all of him. In front of you. He smiled at your sight, and you knew you looked more embarrassed and unsure than ever before. You were relieved you still hadnât changed the lightbulb that had burned through all those months ago, allowing the dark to obscure you from him, a soft shadow across your face.Â
Jungkook shrugged off his coat, hanging it on the hook behind the front door and revealing his maroon knit sweater and black pants to you. When he looked at you again, his gaze softened.
âHi, cabbage.â His cheeks and nose were brutally red from the wind, but he seemed as happy as ever. âI made you something.â
You noticed the metal lunchbox in his hands only when he pushed it towards you, and when you took it, it was still warm. Like whatever he had prepared, he had packed up the minute it was done and came straight to you.Â
âWhat did you make?â you asked, and you knew he wouldnât tell you, waiting for you to open the lunchbox instead and discover for yourself. You peeled open the lid just a little, revealing a small corner when the smell hit you. Your eyes shot to Jungkook, and he looked both sheepish and proud.ïżœïżœ
âYou didnât.â
A gasp, your features melting. He wrinkled his nose, turned his head to the side.
âI was gonna go get some from Seoâs Bakery, but they- did you know theyâre on Christmas break?â
You nodded, eyes unable to take off of him, blabbering, âYeah, of course. They always are. Every Christmas. Have always been.â
Jungkook made a gesture towards you, shrugging. âWell, so I thought- I donât know. Iâd make you some instead. You gotta fuel your addiction somehow, right?â
There was no denying how many sweet gestures Jungkook had made ever since youâd been doing this (whatever one might classify this as). The amount of flowers and cookies heâd showered you with. The amount of smiles and laughs heâd pulled from you. The amount of love heâd shown you, even if it wasnât real.Â
You put the lunchbox aside, needing to return the gesture at least once. Leaning over your couch, you grabbed the half-finished scarf youâd made for him. You wanted to show him, reciprocate some of the affection and love. But in your haste, you forgot the ball of yarn the scarf was connected to.
âOh, fuck.â
Like a roll of paper, it unfurled, and though it would be annoying to roll it all up again, you shoved the scarf into Jungkookâs face, uncaring.
âItâs not finished- or particularly well done. But- I made that⊠for you,â you hesitated, a lump lodged in your throat. âI also just chose a random colour- if you donât like red, I could definitely change it, you know. Itâs not even done-â
He took it from your hands, silencing you. Your brows knit together as you watched him admire the intricate and detailed rows of red yarn. And then, he wrapped it around his neck even though the scarf was still attached to the ball of yarn and the knitting needles were poking into his neck.Â
âWait, no,â you laughed, already reaching to take it off. âYou donât have to wear it or anything- Like I said, itâs not even done. I still have to-â
Jungkook took hold of your hands. Your eyes met his. He smiled at you.Â
âYouâre so cute, cabbage,â he told you, his gaze so full and soft. And you melted right then and there, your face lit up like a fire. Melted even more so when Jungkook kissed you and pressed his forehead against yours. âI love it, cabbage. Thank you so much.â
âReally?â you said it softly, delicately, anxiously.
As if it was a proper way of responding, Jungkook took your hand and placed it on his chest. You could feel it then, under your palm and fingertips, through the fabric of his sweater, his heart.Â
âReally.â
And you let yourself believe him a little.
You donât know how. It was blurry to you, all of it, but somehow, his head ended up in your lap with your fingers threading through his hair and your back pressed to the side of your bed. You both shared the batch of cookies while you finished a few more rows for the scarf before ultimately calling it, putting it to the side, promising him youâd finish it as soon as possible. Instead, a bottle of supermarket wine found its way into your hands, the glasses always filled with the red liquid. Neither of you said much. And really, there simply wasnât a need to, the minutes ticking by as the night went on and on. An intimacy lay between you, an intimacy most would never know, an intimacy that could only come from the strange nature of your relationship.Â
âWhat?â you said, almost laughing, sure you had to have misheard him.
âIâm serious. I really like it here,â Jungkook repeated. âI like your home, a lot.â
Your mouth opened and closed before you shook your head and laughed. âBut why?â
To you, there wasnât much to like about your home here. If anything there was more to dislike than like. It was too cramped, too small. The furniture was old and shabby and the lights didnât even work properly. On bad days, it would get either unbearably freezing or hot in here. And on particularly bad days where your luck had run out, the water would run cold and the electricity cut out. There wasnât much to love here, except for your big bed and pothos you had on your window sill.
âI feel like I get to see another side of you,â Jungkook told you, shrugging and wrinkling his nose. âYou seem much more relaxed at home.â
You frowned. âWhere else should I be relaxed if not at home?â
He rolled his eyes at your comment, shaking his head. âNo, I just mean⊠you donât seem on guard at home.â
âIâm on guard?â
There was a pause. He looked at you for a long time, eyes wandering across your entire face.
âYeah, sometimes.â He wrinkled his forehead a little. âI think you used to be more on guard, or at least you were around me.â There was another pause, another beat, another moment of suspense. âWouldnât you say youâve opened up to me more since you let me in here for the first time?â
The question stumped you. Because did everything really change then? You couldnât say. To a certain degree, Jungkook was right. Things had drastically shifted between him and you. Before you would have never been in this positionâon the floor together, in your home, his head in your lap and your hands combing through his hair as you shared cookies and wine. But before you would have talked about it, established rules and laws and all kinds of conditions, and gone through every possibility. Now though, the two of you had gotten awfully comfortable with just simply not.
âWhy? Because I slept with you?â you quipped, knowing already even in your slightly tipsy state that it wasnât that.
âYou know thatâs not what I mean,â he said, sighing. You wrinkled your nose and looked to the ceiling for a few moments, leaning your head back.
âShould I be on guard?â
âAround me?â Jungkook said, shaking his head. âNo, never. Iâm an honest boy.â
You laughed, even more so when you looked at him and he was grinning proudly into your face, standing by his cheesy words. âYou make me want to kick you out.â
âPlease donât,â he said, offering you puppy eyes and snuggling even closer to you. âI wouldnât know what to do if you did.â
He winced when you tugged on his hair, slightly away from you. âYouâre annoying.â
Jungkook laughed, and you went back to silence for a while.
âAre you ever going to tell me what Joon and the others said to you that made you run into the bathroom the other day?â
It was probably the alcohol, all the time you had spent together, sitting there on the cold floor. Your mind wasnât the clearest anymore, and neither was his.Â
âThey just told me how whipped you are for me. How deeply and madly youâre in love with me,â you snorted, teasingly inching closer to his face with each word before pulling away.Â
He smiled a little, clearly expecting worse. âReally? They said that?â
âI know.â You took two big sips, downing more than half of what was in the glass, not wanting to lose that fuzzy feeling in your veins. âItâs funny, right?â
You snorted, knowing exactly what he was thinkingâThat was ridiculous!Â
âBut true.â
Jungkook didnât hesitate. But he said it softly. So softly in fact you looked at him to check that you hadnât made it up. When his mouth widened into a grin, you scoffed.
âOh, shut up.â
âItâs true. I do. I am.â
It sounded so very ironic to your ears. You shook your head and scoffed. âIs that what you told Narae too?â
Her mention from your lips surprised Jungkook, his eyes growing a little wider. You were equally as taken aback. But it was true. Because you did think about it sometimes if he did and said the same things to Narae. If everything you experienced with him had been experienced before, just with someone else, someone with a perfect smile and perfect parents.Â
âYou donât know me at all, Y/N,â Jungkook mumbled, and it sounded accusatory.Â
Your heart dropped in your chest. It felt like you were shot, the hurt instant. You looked away, teeth sinking into your tongue. But he wasnât off. You didnât know Jungkook very well. Why should you though? Not like he and you were anything meaningful, like you shared anything truthful. And it was so very embarrassing, so very embarrassing that you felt hurt at all.Â
Jungkook seemed to surprise himself with his words, seemed not to mean it like that because he was scrambling the very next second, lifting up from your lap and pleading for you to look his way.Â
âNo, no, no, I-I donât mean it like that,â he said, voice a little higher than usual, reaching for your hand, squeezing. Thereâs a desperation in his voice, a panic swinging with it that he might have just ruined a perfectly fine conversation.Â
âYou just seem to,â he hesitated, âhave this very weird and funny idea of me in your head. I-I never told Narae anything like that. Youâre the first one.â
You looked at him. There was a deep crease between his brows, and he went on when you wouldnât say anything.
âYouâre the only one whoâs ever made me do these weird things, you know?â He added a chuckle, but there wasnât much humour to it at all. You tried to smile for him, feeling this conversation was taking a rather serious turn. It was in dire need of some lightness.
âI make you do weird things?â you mumbled, slightly shaking your head, looking away. âI donât think Iâm capable of that.â
âDo you really think Iâd try to bake cookies for anyone else in the middle of the night? Or walk to their home at night, not knowing if theyâre even actually home because I wanted to surprise them? Or send every Avatar video essay I come across? Do you really think Iâd want to dress up with anyone else in a coupleâs costume than you?â
You couldnât find the right response then, your lips pressing together. It was difficult for you to say whether or not you believed him. Because you didnât think you did, not genuinely at least, not deep down. You never really did with Jungkook, believe him. Because you never let yourself go there, not fully. In the back of your mind, you knew that this was ending, only started because of a stupid little meaningless bet, that your relationship whichever form it had morphed to had no real genuine basis.Â
âDo you really think Iâd tell anyone else I-â
You shoved a cookie into his mouth, silencing him. Your gaze turned sideways, it was easier to speak for you then. If you looked at Jungkook, you wouldnât be able to say anything.
âAlright, I got it, Jeon. Now, eat your cookie and shut up,â you chuckled, and your words were accompanied with a lightness, a lightness you forced out of yourself and hoped was enough to quiet Jungkook. He stared at you, eyes big, before ultimately letting out a chuckle himself when he saw you smile at him. He held onto your hand, squeezing it.Â
âIf I wasnât too lazy to reach for my phone, Iâd take a picture of you right now,â he told you with his mouth stuffed, matching your tone, keeping it light and fun. It was amazing, how both of you simply moved on. He broke off a piece and held it to your mouth. You took it from his fingertips, letting him feed you. The sugar melted on your tongue. âReally thought you had learned your lesson, you know? That you were less judgemental now.â
âShut up,â you mumbled, still chewing. He laughed when you rolled your eyes.
For a few minutes, neither of you said anything. It seemed like the moment had resolved as easily as it had come up. You took a few sips from your glass, filling it back up when you emptied it, and Jungkook shared the last bite of the cookie with you, holding the piece in front of your lips and allowing you to pull it from his fingertips. And when he kept his fingers in front of your mouth, you pressed a quick kiss to them. He smiled and took your hand into his again, fingers interlacing.Â
âYouâre so weird,â you said, the corners of your eyes creasing when you smiled.Â
Jungkook returned it, opened his mouth to retort something clever and funny, but it was like the fire died in him, as if he simply couldnât let the moment from before slide as easily as you both had hoped and tried for it to. He reached for it again, pulling it back on shore. His face changed, morphed into something else. You couldnât pinpoint his exact expression, but your stomach churned. For a second, you felt this brief need to cry.
âYouââ He hesitated, afraid to ask because he knew you didnât want him to and he shouldnât but he needed to ask. ââbelieve me, right?â
And somehow that question carried the entire weight of the earth because you suffocated underneath it in an instant. There seemed to be so much. It didnât make sense, there shouldnât be any deeper meaning behind his question. After all, he and you werenât anything! And yet, he looked at you as if you were. When you wouldnât respond, looked away instead, Jungkook let out a chuckle. But it sounded empty and dry, and you knew you had hurt him.Â
âIâm sorry.â
There was a sadness to your words, and he noticed. It was the same kind of sadness he heard colouring your words when you had told him about Jaehwa and the heartbreak that had come with him. And he knew then not to take it to heart, your inability to believe him.
âIâm sorry. I want to- Itâs just-â
There was desperation, hurt, frustration. You buried your face into your hands, eyes closing. Itâs just hard sometimes! I donât really believe anyone really, you wanted to say. But you didnât. The admission felt too much, too hard to bring over your lips, too honest. You couldnât do it.Â
Jungkook didnât say anything, and you waited for him to take all of his things and go. The front door would click shut and with that, you would have ruined it, all of it, the past few months. But it didnât happen. You didnât hear his steps moving away from you, or the front door opening. Instead, Jungkook cupped your face with both of his hands, a smile on his lips when you finally looked at him.
âItâs fine.â
And you wished it felt like that to you. Fine. But you hadnât felt quite fine for a while now. Not since your heart began filling up every time you looked at him.Â
âIs it?â
His gaze softened, melted like the first layer of snow in the early morning hours. His thumb brushed over your cheekbones, and his touch was so very warm and comforting. You closed your eyes, and he pressed his lips to yours. It did feel fine right then when he kissed you. He held you firmly and strongly, he wasnât going to let go. Even if you might not believe him and had your doubts. Your hands curled around his shirt, and you were the one to pull it off of him. Because you needed that right now, something simple.Â
âAre you sure-â
You silenced him, removing your shirt. He looked at you for another second before kissing you again. You moved up from the floor to your bed. His lips pressed to every inch of your skin, slow and delicately. Your breathing flattened, soft whimpers emerging from your throat when his hands wandered, brushed the inside of your thighs. Jungkook was everywhere, holding and gripping and squeezing and kissing. It made your chest swell, and for a second, you thought you needed a second heart. Another one to hold it all in. All the feelings brewing inside you, all of your feelings for him. It was too much to bear for your one singular heart.
He held you, stayed close. He never allowed any space between him and you, never allowed you to think heâd get up and leave. And you never let him slip away from you, not tonight, caging him in. One day he would, you were certain of it, convinced. The contract was running up with each day, but right now, he was here, closer than ever.
And in the high of it all, your breaths mixed with his, the air smelling of sweat and lust, your faces flushed and bodies sticky, there were words lying between him and you. In fact, there was so much, it felt heavy. You hoped, in vain, he would let it slide, quietly.
âY/N, I-â
Jungkook stopped when you shook your head, pleading. You knew the ending of his sentence, he had told you it many times before. And right now, the thought of hearing it, hurt you more than it ever had before.Â
âI-â
But he stopped again when you closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his in response, hands cupping his face. He hesitated at first before kissing you back, hoping youâd understand either way. That he wanted this. That he wanted you. You didnât say it, but Jungkook knew not to cross that line, not right now. As if him not saying it would prevent the inevitable heartbreak youâd be going through in just a few weeks, would change anything. As if you didnât already love him more than you could comprehend. As if loving him didnât hurt you.
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burning flames (or paradise) | jjk
title: burning flames (or paradise) | jjk (18+)
pairing: jeon jungkook x eader
genre: angst, drama, smut
word count: 1.8k
status: complete
synopsis: reader's never killed a man, until of course, she does.
warnings: unprotected sex, minor injuries, stalking, paranoid, implied self harm, readera and yoongi had a thing, minor character death
âdo you know how to use a knife?âÂ
she sees him through the fogged mirror.
her face is freshly washed, body shaven, and soft as silk.Â
âi chop my vegetables as good as the next girl.âÂ
his hands rest where they always do, tattooed fingers disappearing in brushed knit.Â
âi wouldnât go for the obvious cut,â the knot slowly comes undone. âif i were in your place, i'd want the fucker to bleed outâslow.â
his kiss is cruel.
âgood thing you arenât.âÂ
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Hello, I'm user 'diplomat' on AO3, and this is my first fic. I hope people who come across this post take out some time to read and review the fic. Thank you. (Please listen to the song linked if you haven't already.)
Here's the summary:
Seokjin spends the night before his enlistment loving and being loved by Namjoon.
Alternatively, time stops for two people who are each other's everything.
An excerpt:
Namjoon does not know what Seokjin is talking about. Even though Namjoon is Seokjin and Seokjin is Namjoon, there are times when Namjoon does not immediately get him. Often, Seokjin would say something, and Namjoonâs mind would flail and trip over itself to make sense of the words circling it. This is one of those times, and as Seokjin looks at him in feigned exasperation, Namjoon sighs.Â
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'swept away' masterlist
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Series Summary: Detached, closed off, and hardened by failed relationships (romantic and otherwise), hotel mogul Joel Miller is looking to expand his empire to an exclusive tropical island off the coast of Fiji. The problem is, he's not the only one looking to stake his claim in the tropics. The owner of the island, a family man first and foremost, invites all the bidders to the island for a month long retreat to help him decide which mogul will be crowned the winner. And to make himself look more appealing, Joel hires you to accompany him as his significant other. But it's strictly business... right?
-or-
Big, grumpy sugardaddy!joel falls for you.
Series Warnings: no outbreak au, sugardaddy!joel, language, smut (18+ MDNI), slow burn, references to prostitution, (a little bit) of physical violence towards reader (not Joel), alcohol and food consumption, angst, Joel sucks at feelings, past infidelity mentioned, some daddy talk, implied age gap - chapters will have individual warnings
Status: complete
Chapters:
1: Into the Deep
2: Paradise
3: Go with the Flow
4: Tropical Heat
5: Riptide
6: Undertow
7: Making Waves
8: Line in the Sand
9: Sink or Swim
10: Turn the Tide
Epilogue: Smooth Sailing
Asks/BTS/Extras:
Joel's Likes and Dislikes
Floor Plan of the Villa
Edit by @pvssyfvck3r â€ïž
Oops! [between ch. 3 & 4]: what if you walked in on Joel watching porn?
Sway [between ch. 6 & 7]: you and Joel share a dance during dinner
lovely dividers by @saradika-graphics
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BTS | MYG | FIC RECS
This list is probably one of the longer ones cause sheesh... I'm a sucker for cats đ I hope you'll enjoy the fics as much as I have and don't forget to tell the authors how much you've liked their work!!
Have some spices đ...
Three Tangerines, @kithtaehyung (smut, brother's best friend, implied age gap au)
Illicit Favours, @yoongiofmine (Fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au. Friends to Lovers)
Oh, Darling!, @yoongiofmine (Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au)
Predator, @liveyun (gangster au, smut)
Apricity, @liveyun (arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers)
Petals, @yoonia (parenthood au, fluff)
The devil wears Valentino, @orchidyoonkook (One Shot, Spooky AU, Supernatural Creatures AU, Age Gap, Slice of Life, Angst, Smut, Fluff)
Sugar, @zehakoo (strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut)
Peaches in bed, @borathae (Smut, married life!AU, domestic!AU)
Yoongi's Lullaby, @jiminrings (unrequited love friends to lovers soulmate au)
Snow Blanket, @yoonieper (friends to lovers, fluff, smut)
A Wager of Lords and Love, @hisunshiine (regency era au, arranged marriage au, s2l, fluff, smut, angst)
By The Time I've Figured Out What It's Worth, @ugh-yoongi (est. relationship, marriage au, angst, smut, fluff)
Bad Things, @yoonia (Brothel!au, Street Fighter!Yoongi, Escort!reader)
Close Call, @xjoonchildx (smut, mafia AU)
The Little Things, @kth1 (Smut, 21+, Slice of Life, One Shot)
Sweet Morning, @7ndipity (slightly suggestive, implied smut, implied drinking, swearing)
Shy, @7ndipity (smut, unprotected sex, soft dom-ish Yoongi)
Hello Soulmate, @bluemari23 (soulmate au, soulmarks, fluff)
Celestial Ruin, @remedyx (Fantasy, Angst, Smut, Corruption)
Carnal Desires, @explicit-tae (smut, stripper reader, mafia/gangster yoongi, grinding, finger sucking)
Moonlit Throne, @hobidreams (smut, angst, fluff)
Desolate, @angelicyoongie (angst, fluff, eventual smut)
The Perks of Being a Househusband, @sunnebeam (marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi in his stay-at-home hubs era)
Give It To Me, @ki-yomii (smut, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), praise kink, dom!yoongi, established relationship, pet names)
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BTS Reaction to: Cock Warming
Gender: neutral
Warnings: Smut, additional warnings per member, sidenote: girlcock=strap or trans girl dick so this is truly for everyone
Wordcount: 2k
a/n: big shoutout to anonie. This oneâs for you đ€Ș love you besties as much as i love cock warming đ
Namjoon
Warnings: consensual somnophilia, implied creampies
ReceivingÂ
Needs it when you are half asleep. Itâs summer, the bedroom is hot and your bodies are naked. Your back is facing him, you are so close to falling asleep and Namjoon canât stop looking at you. He isnât normally like this with you, but his eyes canât stop brushing over your middle and what lies there for him. Your perfect hole. So sweet and soft and empty. Namjoon goes a little crazy not being inside, fuck, he needs you tonight. His cock is already hard from the view of you, brushing against you as he rolls over to spoon you. You purr sleepily, chasing him instinctively which only makes it harder for him not to want to be inside.
âBaby, can I warm my cock in you?âÂ
Youâd croak a sleepy hum of consent, whimpering softly when moments later, he sinks his lubey girth into you. Your sleepy hips try to wiggle but he stops you.
âRelax, just relax. Let me do it at my pace, okay?â
You fall asleep only warming his cock, but wake up with a cum creamed hole, begging Namjoon for the details.Â
GivingÂ
Definitely also likes it when you do it to him half asleep. But his favourite is during cuddle dates in front of the TV. You are sharing a blanket, spooning with your pants off. You are inside him balls deep while Namjoon is slowly getting more and more riled up. The movie is good and you are both honestly watching, but The Needy works in easy ways. Itâs a lot hotter to have you inside him than Namjoon anticipated for. Halfway through the second half of the movie, heâd crane his neck and call your attention by kissing your jawline.
âHm?âÂ
âI canât concentrate, please justâŠâ
âFucking finally, I thought youâd never ask. Iâve been literally losing my mind for an hourâ, you confess and thrust into him, dragging a guttural moan out of him.
Seokjin
Warnings: subby!Seokjin, sex while he games, finger sucking, nipple play
Receiving
This is a game to him. Quite literally. You and he made a bet. If he manages to beat this silly PC game while you are on his cock, he gets treated to a day at the amusement park. The only rule? He is not allowed to move or move you, otherwise he loses and you are the one getting an all expenses paid amusement park day. He thinks it easy, until he realises that your warm, wet walls are certain brain scramblers. He messes up constantly and blames you for it.Â
âWhatâs the matter? Canât beat the game?â you ask, making it just that teeny bit harder for him by clenching down on him. Just enough that he has to inhale sharply.
âObviously, you can see how shit-â
âCareful, no cursing.â
He purses his pillowy lips, glaring at you, âarenât you already doing enough by sitting on me? I canât even curse now?âÂ
Youâd giggle, ânope.â
âBaby seriously, donât laugh Iâll- fuck! I fucking lost again!â
âLanguage, baby.âÂ
âI'll give you language once I win and, and pound you on this stupidâŠcouchâŠjump, letâs go! Yes! Thatâs it Seokjin, keep jumping!âÂ
Receiving
What if Iâm boring and Iâll say that itâs the same scenario but flipped? Heâd be the one sitting on you and having to beat a game while you are inside him to the fucking hilt. Definitely a reverse cowboy situation so you can inspect his stuffed hole or fondle with his dick or nipples. You know, just for extra hurdles. Bonus points that when he starts cursing, youâll simply silence him by stuffing his mouth with your fingers and making him suck them. Oh lord, he will not win any game that day. Heâll end up doggy style on the ground while you pound him stupid in front of the âYou Loseâ screen. Afterwards you take him for ice cream and a calm carousel ride where heâll say something stupid like âYou pound me like a maniac and now youâre taking me out for ice cream? I feel like your whore for real.âÂ
âJust shut up and eat your ice cream, you stupid loser you.â
Yoongi
Warnings: switch!Yoongi, studio sex, whiny!Yoongi, slight somnophilia
Receiving
It definitely happens when he is âbusyâ. Heâs been holed up in his studio for far too long and has been unknowingly neglecting you. You are always welcome in his studio, so he definitely wouldnât complain about your visit. You are also always welcome on his lap, so he wouldnât comment on it when you make yourself comfortable on it. He would definitely say something though once you start kissing his neck and grind on him, but overall, heâd act nonchalant. Heâd probably even act like this once you really sink him into you. Only a sharp intake of breath lets you know that he likes it. Maybe heâd also purr deeply and give your butt a squeeze. He definitely enjoys it when you sink him totally soft so he can grow hard inside you. He wouldnât let it show, but he loves it when you visit him for some cock warming. You are so warm and wet and soft around him, Yoongiâs obsessed with it. Definitely the type of guy to hold out for long, but to really be rough with you once his composure breaks.Â
GivingÂ
Hates it. Hates it. Hates it. Not actually, but he hates it because he wants to move but isnât allowed to :( thatâs so stupid! Heâd try to warm your heart with neck kisses and breathy begs and promises of oral sex. But to no avail, he is ordered to sit still and be patient. Yoongi hates being patient :( Definitely the type of guy to try and get away with hip wiggles, which earns him a spank. Heâll complain and whine and say that he doesnât like it, but he is leaking so much and squeezing you so needily that his lies are so obvious. He loves it, there is no denying that. 100% the kinda guy that gets so riled up by it that he cums within seconds once you really move, begging you to keep going even if his little hole is tight.
Also sidenote: sometimes when he is feeling needy for a stuffed hole but he is too sleepy to move, he asks you to cock warm him as he falls asleep. He wakes up with a raging boner and the most desperate case of The Hornys the next morning though. Definitely bounces on you that morning even if heâs normally a pillow prince.
Hoseok
Warnings: creampie, multiple rounds
Receiving
Post nut, balls deep, sweaty and hot. Thatâs his favourite. Heâd cock warm you to make sure that his release stays oh so deep inside you. He also loves it because you are twitching and throbbing from your afterglow. Sidenote: Growing soft inside you is his ultimate afterglow. Wow, itâs almost just as good as cumming inside you. Yep, in conclusion cock warming mostly happens post sex with him as a way of still staying connected and keeping up the feeling of being inside a little longer. Also, donât tell anyone but itâs secretly also the perfect scheme to start a round two (or three).Â
GivingÂ
I think post nut cock warming is also his favourite to receive. Heâd like the feeling of his tightened walls and rim clenching down on you. If you filled him with a good load, he likes that cock warming keeps it deep inside. It definitely happens during spooning so he can hold your hand and talk about the sex with you. It will be nice at first, but then rile him up again.
âI think I can go again.â
âAre you sure? Iâve been pretty rough with youâ, you are teasing him and he knows it.
âPlease donât tease, just more please.â
âMore. Itâs always more with you, Hobi. Thatâs the second time you are asking for more.â
When your hips finally begin moving again, Hoseok literally moans his words with a scrunched face.
âNot my fault I love your dick so much.â
âMhm, youâre way too obsessed.â
Jimin
Warnings: Dom!Jimin, dirty talk
Receiving
First a disbelieved chuckle, âare we really doing this now, baby? Fuck, fine so fine with me.âÂ
Then another, slightly offended, chuckle when he realises what you are doing, âyouâre fucking kidding. Baby, you know that I canât control myself with you. Stop messing with me.âÂ
When he realises that you are not going to move, heâd try to act tough, but fucking fuck, his ever increasing breath and rapidly hardening cock is going to give him away.
Heâll end up begging in a rasp and with his fingers dimpling your buttocks, âif youâre not gonna tell me to move in the next five seconds, Iâll take matters into my own hands and fuck you into obedience.âÂ
Why did I make him so dangerous? Bro is a cutiepie I swear, but he gets a little feral when you warm his cock.Â
Giving
Dominant af. If you think he is going to be whiny once he is warming your length, think again. He knows his hole is tight and oh so good and he is going to fucking make you beg for it even if you tried to make HIM needy. Will either randomly come up to you and sink down on you, giving you hopes of a spontaneous fuck or heâll do it in bed when youâre spooning. No matter, youâll end up begging him to move please, please, please. Will definitely be very dirty mouthed once you are moving, telling you to keep fucking him so rough and hard despite knowing youâre so goddamn desperate and weak from the cock warming.
Taehyung
Warnings: switch!Taehyung, hand stuff
Receiving
Very nonchalant but a tease. Cockwarming either happens to âshut your needy whines upâ or because you wanna get him needy. In both situations, you will come out of this situation way needier than Tae. Definitely the kinda guy that begins feeling you up while his other hand is busy working. I can even see his long fingers touching and playing with your sensitive spots. Like: if you have a pussy, heâd be tracing your folds or rim or rub your clit and if you have a dick, heâd trace your rim or fondle your balls or trace your cockhead. Obviously all nonchalantly and as âif he wasnât doing itâ. Youâd end up being the one begging him 100% and he definitely fucks you into multiple states of ecstasy.
Giving
BOY THINKS HE CAN HANDLE IT BUT HE CANâT. Give this big tease a taste of his own medicine. Remember that he is the biggest denier when youâre on his dick, so make him fucking needy as revenge, seriously do it. Heâd be cocky and playful at first, but then reality starts to sink in. He is meant to sit here and not bounce on your amazing, girthy length. Oh fuck. Tae is getting restless, squirmy and vocal. âI think itâs been long enough, donât you think?âÂ
âNope, not even in your dreams.â
âIâm getting a cramp, I need to move I swear.â
âYou are not cramping, stop whining.â
âPlease, I canât do this anymore.â
âToo bad, Iâm not done yet.â
Would definitely become so loud and slutty once you really fuck him, head thrown back and back arched as he screams your name and bounces on you hard and fast.
Jungkook
Warnings: switch!Jungkook, strength kink, tears, praise
Receiving
Either a whiny and pouty sub or a demanding and touchy Dom. I can see both situations with him. It all depends on the time of day. If heâs busy working but youâre needy, heâd sit you on his dick and tell you to be good for him. Heâd keep touching you innocently and kissing you all while his cock slowly throbs inside you. Lots of praise as well because he likes that you clench for him when he calls you pretty words. Heâd be okay at first, but then get needy too, which results in him either wordlessly standing up with you still on his dick to carry you to bed for a rough fuck or in him trying to make you cum first on his lap so he is the winner (in his mind, it has always been a competition). If he is in one of his hyper, restless moods you can totally shut him down with some cock warming. You sit on him and tell him to behave and heâd become the goodest boy ever. Definitely competitive, trying not to show you how needy you are getting him, but heâs very obvious. Once you reward him with bounces, he tries and fails not to cum instantly. Good thing about him is that he can go again right after an orgasm, heâll just be a lot louder. Which is a win-win in my book.
Giving
Definitely only subby and very pouty. He thinks itâs unfair. You did all this work, prepared him so well, lubed him up so nicely just to end up telling him to be still. How unfair :( Jungkook so looked forward to bouncing on you and now he has to stay still :( definitely tries to get away with doing kegles for some stimulation, but you notice and punish him by slipping out. His pout grows and his begs get needier, so you slip in again because you canât deny him. Of course he is ordered to stay still until he misbehaves again and gets punished again and the cycle repeats itself. I think this little play continues until you canât take it anymore. Jungkook definitely ends up crying and shaking during the fuck because you riled him up so much that it feels euphoric to him.
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Bust | KTH | (m)
⟠Pairing: Heistman!Taehyung x f. Reader
⟠Summary: Seeing a beautiful man in the middle of a bank robbery is unusual. Seeing him again afterward is even more unlikely⊠and yet not unlucky.Â
⟠Word Count: 2,211
⟠Genre: Criminal, Smut, PWP
⟠Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.Â
⟠Warnings: Bank robbery, light depiction of fear/anxiety, mentions of poor financial situations and money-related stress, recreational drinking, âgood girlâ petname, explicit language, sexually explicit content including oral (f. receiving), biting, spanking, implied body worship kind of, a hint of overstim, bodily fluids and cum-eating.Â
⟠Published: Monday, January 15, 2024
⟠A/N: This is an idea I randomly spoke about forever ago in a TikTok DM with @gimmethatagustd and this is strictly written to ruin their entire life tonight. I hope it works idk osifodigjoijg.Â
⟠A/N 2: Tonight is number four for my 100 Drabble Challenge and I rolled number 24 for criminals! I hope you enjoy my depraved thoughts of Taehyung in that GOD DAMN SQUID GAME OUTFIT AT PTD. MY MASK KINK DOESNâT MAKE AN APPEARANCE BUT BE FUCKING SURE IT WILL ONE DAY. HE MADE ME INSANE.Â
⟠Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
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Sweat beads down your back, the trickle of it slower than the clock ticking above your head. Time seems to slow as you sit on a carpet that hasnât been steam cleaned since the 80s and push yourself against the wall, eyes glued to the open vault.Â
It had happened so fast and yet now, itâs like it canât be over fast enough. Each second that ticks by feels like it takes a year. You cannot hear the chatter of the men inside the vault, but their harsh whispers raise goosebumps on your skin.
At least they havenât noticed you. Not that you would do much, anyway. You have no intention of going over to push the alarm by the door, too afraid to alert the armed man who stands just outside the vault room on the other side, and far too underpaid to risk your life for a financial institution.Â
For a moment, you wish it were you robbing the damned bank. Maybe you could pay off the student loans on your degree youâre not using and run the heating in your apartment during the winter instead of bundling up in several layers.Â
Your momentary lapse of delusion passes as the men rush out of the vault, duffles in hand. Theyâre all dressed in red, black masks covering their faces with shapes on them. Youâre vaguely aware that the costume belongs to some sort of show you saw online, but you canât place them.
Perhaps youâll watch it now.
âHurry up,â one of the men barks toward the vault. There had been three inside, but only two came out. âGrab the last and letâs go. Two minutes left.â
Theyâre gone in an instant. Your eyes dart back to the vault where you can hear the last person inside. Glancing at the clock, you watch the seconds tick by.Â
Ten seconds. Fifteen. Thirty. A minute.Â
A man dressed in a red suit, hood pulled over his head comes out of the vault. As he slugs it shut with one arm, the bag on his shoulder droops, spilling the contents inside out onto the floor. Bands of cash fall out, thudding around his feet. He swears loudly and bends over, back slipping more to drop cash on the ground.
In his frustration, he crouches and tips the mask up a fraction, shielding his face from the camera above but not from you, huddled on the floor a few feet away.
Your heart skips. The thief is beautiful. Dark eyes focused on his task, a wide nose that fits perfectly on a symmetrical face with high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and a pursed mouth. Thereâs a flush in his face from the heat, the tip of his nose an endearing shade of rose.
As if sensing your gaze, his head snaps up. You cower against the wall, realizing now that youâve seen his face, youâve doomed yourself. He stalls completely, gloved hand hovering over the cash, eyes boring into you. He arches a brow as if to ask you a question and you respond by shaking your head.Â
The thief gives you a cocky grin, nodding before he finishes picking up the money and tossing it into the bag. He looks at you again, a smirk on full display before he winks and pulls the mask back down. âGood girl,â he purrs. âI like that.âÂ
Despite the situation, your stomach flips. He stands and rushes out, lingering by the door for a second longer to stare at you through the black mask. You canât see his face, but you know youâll never forget it, pretty as an angel, dangerous as a devil.Â
When the group is gone, you wait in silence, only the pumping of your heart to keep you company. When the cops come and ply you with questions all you can do is shake your head repeatedly.Â
I was too scared. I canât remember.Â
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I was too scared. I canât remember.Â
It is the same thing you tell investigators for nearly two months. Just when you think they wonât keep asking what the man looked like, they finally drop it, handing over the robbery details to the FBI. They were at least a little less callous, caring a little less about how many questions you answered.Â
If you had to guess, your unimpressive financial situation even after the robbery was significant enough that you werenât involved with the robbery.Â
Itâs hard not to wish you had been. The straw in your mouth belongs to a drink that is far too expensive for you to not wince and it barely tastes like anything. At this rate, you know you wonât get a buzz. Youâd love alcohol to take the edge off of the loud club music or loosen you up a bit, but youâre resigned to being sober for the rest of your friend's birthday.Â
Around you is a gaggle of men and women, both people you know and new faces trying to pick up your friends. Anyone trying to hit on you has already decided youâre far too grumpy to waste time on, most of their backs facing you as people shout over the music about working in finance.
You wonder if they also rob banks in their spare time. It makes you grin, thinking fondly about the thief once again. You do that a lot. Â
Sipping the drink, you glance at your phone. Itâs been an hour since you arrived, but youâre wondering if enough time has reasonably passed to excuse yourself. Tomorrow is one of your few days off and you intend to spend it lounging on the couch watching TV instead of nursing a headache.
Someone slides into the space at the bar next to you. You donât glance up at them, spinning your skinny cocktail straw absently as you stare at the melted ice of your Long Island iced tea. You hoped that once it melted it would turn into a second drink, but it hasnât. Cold, bitter water it is, then.Â
âWhy the long face?â You frown at the vaguely familiar voice and glance up, freezing.Â
Mr. Bank Robber looks down at you, cocking his head to the side with a wolfish grin. Your mouth pops open in surprise, leaning back a little as you drink him in. This close, he is far more beautiful than you remember, the edges and shadows of his face like a carefully painted fresco. Michelangelo could hardly be talented enough to capture this.Â
âYou,â you whisper, his grin spreading further.Â
âHave we met?â he leans on the bar, dressed in all black. You eye the three-piece suit and the glinting diamonds in the cuff links. His clothes are far finer than anything anyone else is wearing and when you breathe in sharply, you smell a hint of woody cologne. His dark hair is slicked back and you catch the dainty hoop earrings in his lobes. You like the juxtaposition.Â
âYou know we have.â He tongues the inside of his cheek, turning his head to order with the bartender. His eyes stray to you, raising a brow. You supply him with your answer, âA long island.â
The bartender nods, momentarily stupefied by the heistmanâs beauty before walking over to the POS, tapping the screen with the speed and aggression unique to bartenders.Â
âKind of a shitty club,â he mentions, looking around over the top of your head. Sweat clings to your lower back, your mouth growing dry as you watch colors splash on his face. âYour face is too pretty for a place like this.â
âIs that so?âÂ
âMhmm.â The bartender puts the drinks on the counter and the man gives him cash, signaling to keep the change. The bartender raises a brow but says nothing, taking the money as he goes. âWhatâs your name?â
âYou probably already know it.â He cocks his head to the side. âIâm sure you looked me up to see if I was a threat or watched me to see what Iâd do.â
âYou watch too many heist movies.â
âMaybe I watch just enough.â
He laughs at that and your lips twitch. Itâs rich, making his face intimidating as he gives you a wide smile and shakes his head. âAlright, maybe youâre right.â
âCan I know your name?â
âFor the right price.â
âMy silence was a pretty petty, no?â
He bites his bottom lip, eyes dipping down and back up. You sip your drink, feeling a flush of warmth unfurl in your body, most notably between your legs. âI like you.â
âYou have to like me. I know your secret.âÂ
Leaning forward, he ducks down so that heâs murmuring into your ear, hot breath ghosting your skin and making you tremble. âWant to hear more?â Your eyelids flutter as he waits, skin buzzing at his sudden proximity. You nod, feeling lightheaded. âMy name is Taehyung. Want to get out of here?â
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âFuck,â Taehyung growls, hands skimming your bare sides. You canât keep still under his gaze, hips squirming and fingers twisting in the sheets. His mouth is swollen and covered in your spit, his eyes blown as a large hand scrapes down to your thigh where he gives you a good slap. âI knew you were a good girl.â
A moan trips out of your mouth. Your thigh stings where he slapped you but he soothes it with the easy back-and-forth motion of his hand, his fingers digging into your flesh. Taehyung is a man starved, having littered your body with harsh kisses and bites, nearly breaking the skin.
You donât care. Youâre feverish for him, room spinning as you sprawl on his soft sheets in a hotel room that is far nicer than anything youâve ever been in. You burn up like a star, core raging as Taehyung leans back down, pressing your naked thighs open for him as he sucks the skin of your chest between his teeth.
Everything aches. You want him so bad that you feel a cry come out of your mouth, lips wobbling as he laughs against your skin, sinking lower and lower, mouth loud as he sucks at your skin, tongue brushing over the sting of his teeth.Â
âDoes my good girl need her pussy eaten?â Taehyung rasps, looking up at you where he kneels between your legs. âIs that why youâre crying, hmm?â
Taehyung looks like something out of a thriller. His eyes are dark and hungry, his shadowed face becoming some sort of demon of lust. Heâs what you would imagine a dark god. A bacchanal devil, a creature made for sin.Â
All you can do is nod in response, feeling Taehyungâs vicious grip on your thighs as he presses you further, your muscles stretching. The strain feels good, as does the slow drip of your cunt down the curve of your ass mixed with his breath.
âSo messy,â he murmurs, leaning forward and blowing cool air on your sticky folds. You squirm, the sensation sending you into overdrive as you twist your head to the side, eyes squeezed shut. Heâs barely done a thing and youâre worked up more than you can ever recall. âPretty.â
The slow, soft press of Taehyungâs tongue through your pussy makes you sag. Itâs the relief that you so desperately needed, eyes rolling back as he circles your clit and drags his tongue back down. Taehyung is slow as he eats you out, tongue savoring every drop you can give him.
He taps your thigh, drawing your attention to him. He smirks as his tongue dips into your entrance, dragging back up to swirl around your throbbing bud a few times.
Itâs impossible to tear your eyes away once youâre watching. Taehyung keeps his razor-sharp gaze on you, bringing his mouth fully to your cunt as he sucks eagerly. There is a rhythm to the curl of his tongue and the sharp suck of his lips, the wet smack of his ministrations driving you crazy.
âMmm,â he hums, pressing his face in further. Heâs messy with it, his jaw and nose covered in shiny slick. He laughs throatily when your back comes off the bed, thighs shaking. âSuch a good pussy, just like I knew it would be.â
It feels too hot in the room. Your breaths are coming in too fast and thereâs nothing you can do to catch it, Taehyung working you up to a frenzied, frenetic orgasm. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears, pumping so hard that you think you might need to stop.
And then you break.
Your body seizes as you come, a scream ripping through your mouth as Taehyung slurps hungrily at your mess, spurred by your release. You canât stop shaking as he dives in, unwilling to stop until youâre babbling, nearly lifeless as the orgasm teeters into overstimulation.Â
Only then does Taehyung pull his mouth away, trailing wet, cum-spit kisses on your inner thigh, nipping your thigh here and there.Â
âThink you can take more?â he asks, slurring his words against your thigh. âThink you can take my cock.âÂ
You nod eagerly, hand letting go of the sheets and reaching toward him. âYes.â
âMmm good. Iâm about to bust.â He bites your knee. âAnd I donât mean a bank, this time.âÂ
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American Mate - (4)
First Case of Alpha Space
Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader
Status: Ongoing series
Chapter number: 4 of unknown
Word count for Chapter: 4,731
Work count for Story: 17,363
Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine
A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I have had to take time off work to accommodate many MANY doctor appointments. I started a Ko-fi if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.
Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, Alpha Space, and Cultural differences.
BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit
AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST
Is it really that big of a deal that you got hurt? My god, you were 35 already. You have never lived a sheltered life. You have had your fair share of broken bones, twisted ankles, scrapes, and bruises.Â
You are always going on adventures, riding horses, and climbing things you probably should not be climbing. Most of the external scars you bear are associated with stories that are good conversation starters when you feel like showing them.Â
Things would be difficult for a while because you are undeniably right-handed. You have a few days of sick time saved up that you can use to start with. Hopefully, this will help you gain some compliance from your wayward left hand.Â
Work, however, is going to be the hard part. Luckily, your work is typically done on electronics, meaning nothing has to be handwritten. Even if you tried to write left-handed, no one could read it. You would bet money doctors had better handwriting skills than your left hand did in its pinky. Dictation software to save the day!
Hearing Derekâs voice broke you out of your thoughts regarding your near future. Watching him act cautiously while interacting with the other hybrid was interesting. There is clearly a difference in how he acts with Yoongi than with Evie.
Giggling to yourself at the mention of being a mate with Derek gains the attention of both. Shaking your head, you explain, âOh, sorry. The thought of being a mate, much less to Derek, was amusing, I guess.âÂ
You missed the slight frown that briefly graced both menâs faces. Derek thought you were implying he wasnât mate-material, and Yoongi thought you believed you were not worthy of being a mate.
âThanks, Y/n. I let you know that I am a catch despite being a Beta. Besides, this isnât about me right now. We need to get the leadership involved with what to do moving forward. Are you okay if we bring in the others?â
âYes, please. I need to speak with Director Johnson, fill out an incident report⊠um or dictate an incident report, and then get to a doctor,â you agree. Attempting to stand up, you are blocked by the golden-yellow eyes that have not stopped watching your every move.
âMr. Min, I need to get some things done and take care of my wrist,â you say with a hint of confusion because you know he knows that you need medical attention, but he isnât letting you.
Yoongiâs eyes narrow, and a soft growl pours through the room, causing your eyes to widen. You look over your shoulder at Derek with a âwhat-the-F-did-I-doâ expression, only to be met with a smirk.
âY/n, I donât think you understand what is going on. You havenât dealt with a situation like this before. You may love hybrids, but you still have limited interactions with our culture and this dynamic.â Walking backward toward the door, Derek continues, âWith the state of mind that Mr. Min is in, it might be best if a packmate of his explains.â
Derek opens the break room door to face Hoseok, Taehyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook, all staring. âOh, Hi there.â
Then, as if someone had turned the mute off, they all started talking simultaneously.Â
âIs Yoongi-hyung dropped yet?â
âê·ž ìŹë êŽì°źìì?â
âWhy does she still smell hurt?â
âWait, wait, wait, please,â Derek puts his hands up, motioning to stop. "I do not know Korean, for one, and for two, Mr. Min has gone into full nonverbal Alpha Space, and I am not sure he will be coming out of it anytime soon. However, one of you should go in to handle the situation, and Y/n needs to talk with Director Johnson.â
At the mention of the director, a low growl came from Taehyung, causing Derek to take a step back and lower his eyes in an automatic response to a displeased Alpha.
The scent of calming leather gently flows over the group at the door as Namjoon steps forward. His mind is still reeling a million miles a second with you being their mate and you being injured. To top it off, Yoongi is on a deep level of Alpha Space.
âSorry about that. I can come in, but the director is busy at the moment. He is dealing with the Playmates, your corporate office, and Manager Sejin,â apologizes Namjoon as he enters the room.
He follows Derek to where his packmate and Y/n are situated at a table. Taehyung and Jungkook follow quickly, sneaking in before the door closes all the way. They both kneel respectfully behind Yoongi. Their Alphas recognize that Yoongi is currently in charge of you, and it would be unwise to display anything that could be considered a threat by approaching you too quickly.
They both need to be close to you, and their instincts to be with their newly discovered but injured mate drive their actions. Looking you over for injuries, their eyes resting on your wrist with furrowed brows and set jaws. Taehyungâs eyes change to crystal blue as his tail flickers almost in time with Yoongiâs as he slips into Alpha Space.Â
âNamjoon-hyung, Miss Y/n is hurt. She needs a hospital, I think,â Jungkook says, his ears standing straight up on his head, one-pointedly focused on you and the other twitching between his Prime Alpha and the door.Â
âIt is not that big of an issue, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, and Mr. Kim.â Looking up from the trio in front of you and addressing the Prime Alpha, âSir, I have specific protocols to follow due to company procedure. I must talk with the Director.âÂ
A growl from one of the men in front of you freezes your words, unsure of what you did to cause their reactions. Internally, you groan because it seems all you get from them are growls as if you vex them more than humanly possible.Â
âMiss Y/n, we have already talked to Director Johnson,â Namjoon says with a look of distaste.Â
âHe has been informed that you are now under the care of Bangtan Pack following hybrid customs,â Namjoon says. "It would be wise to refrain from talking about him at the moment; he did not leave a good impression with the pack.â
Your brows scrunch in confusion, making the hybrids want to coo at your cute face. Clearing his throat (aka his mind), Namjoon continues, âWe have more pressing matters to attend to besides paperwork.âÂ
âYou are injured, and we have to get you to a doctor. Manager Sejin is currently contacting one of our personal physicians that we normally use while on tour to have you treated.â
âWhat? Why would I use your doctor? I can just go to the local clinic,â you quick question. Your scent spikes almost like a heavy perfume with anxiety with the flashbacks of your nightmare.Â
âPlease, I have taken up much of your time, and caused enough problems as it is. I can take care of myself. I donât want to be a bother,â you plead.
At your words, you are surrounded by multiple growls and watched by now golden-yellow, crystal blue, and smokey gray eyes. Scooting back in the chair as if the quarter inch gained would save you, you nervously ask, âDerek, what did I do?â
âY/n, you really donât get it do you? For as smart as you are, sometimes you can be oblivious,â Derek scoffs teasingly. Smiling, he shakes his head, stepping back from the group and heading towards the door. âMr. Kim, as Prime Alpha, you might want to explain what is happening and what she should be expecting. Mind you, she has been fiercely independent for the last 15 years of her life.â
âI wish you the best with her. It wonât be easy, trust me, I know. Good luck,â says Derek as he bows slightly to Namjoon once he reaches the break room door.
Looking at you again, this time with a smile filled with adoration for his best friend and what he thinks your future may hold, Derek says, âRelax and have fun.â Then he turns and leaves the room.Â
As Derek leaves the room, he smiles at the remaining pack guarding the door. âMr. Kim, Mr. Jung, and Mr. Park, I think your human does not understand what is happening.â
âOur human? So, you know?â Seokjin questions with wide, cautious eyes.
Derek looks over his shoulder at the closed break room door. His mind conjures up all the ways this could go sideways, but he focuses on all the ways this could be the best thing for you.
âAt first, I thought it was just a typical Alpha reaction with him being the cause of Y/n getting injured, but his care and gentleness seemed to come from somewhere deeper. Add on the fact that your other two are fighting Alpha Space. It would be hard to miss,â says the fox hybrid with a softness.
âThe other two?â someone asks.
Shaking his head, Derek looks back at the remaining three, saying, âYes, the younger Mr. Kim and Mr. Jeonâs Alphas surfaced just before I left. Your Prime Alpha is going to try to sort things out, but he may need some back up.â
âMeanwhile, I am going to find our boss and see what needs to be done before you all run away with her,â comments Derek, leaving the pack to mull over the new information.
âTae has never been one to control his Alpha well when one of us is hurt. I am not surprised if he slipped once near her. Kook always runs on instinct too, so it makes sense he slipped as well,â Seokjin contemplates.Â
âShould we stay out here? Miss Y/nâs pack member said it would be better to go in and help Namjoon? Three of us in Alpha space with an injured mate is not going to be easy,â Hoseok adds.Â
Nibbling on his lower lip, Jimin thinks of ways to handle the situation. Even though he is one of the younger packmates, keeping the pack calm is his gift.Â
He just doesnât know how to handle you yet, especially since you donât know what you mean to the pack.
âGood, at least three of you are here, and I assume the rest have made their way into the room with Miss Y/n,â Manager Sejin says while walking up to the group. âI have spoken with Big Hit, the Director at Playmate Service Incorporated, and Dr. Blackwell. Everyone is onboard and the doctor is ready to go.â
âRelax and have fun? What does he mean by that?â You mumble as you glare at the now-closed door that one of your best friends just shut.Â
He willingly left you with four Alpha male idols.Â
Three of them are kneeling on the floor with non-human eyes, and the Prime Alpha, looking around the room like the way to explain what's happening is painted on the walls.
Taking a breath, you say, âMr. Kim, Prime Alpha⊠Sir. Derek is right. I have no actual experience with Alphas. I can tell that there must be some kind of instinctual drive going on, and there are trigger words or actions.â
âI donât want to cause any more trouble than I already have. What do I do to make it easier for your pack?â you question.
At your words, the kneeling Alphas gave a multitude of pleasant chirps because you may not consciously know what to do but you are still acting like a baby mate. You looked at the three of them, a little confused. They seemingly smiled and made almost the same sound as when you said that.
Okay, so they can growl and chirp. Your curiosity spikes when you think of what other animal-like sounds they can make as hybrids.
Drawing your attention back to him, Namjoon finds the words to explain what is happening, âMiss Y/n, you have done so much to help the Bangtan Pack feel welcome today.â
With a gentle smile, he continues, âSo please relax, you have not caused any trouble, and we highly doubt that you will.âÂ
He thought, âAt least, not in the way you seem to be thinking.â
âAlphaâs run with a higher level of instinct than your Beta pack member. As an Alpha, Yoongi-hyung instinctually feels responsible for your injury. In order to calm that instinct, a few things will most likely need to happen.â Watching you sit up with interest, he continues, âFirst things first, he and his Alpha need to get at least your injury treated.â
âHe has to be the one to take me to get it treated?â You start to ramble with concern, âI canât have him go with me to the clinic! There are fans and sasaengs and the media! What about your schedule? You always hear about the tight schedules Idols have and you have already spent all afternoon here over this.â
You start panicking about the hordes of people you hear about following the band around. God, the amount of bad publicity would come from catching you and THEÂ Suga of BTS at a clinic. You canât imagine what nonsense they would come up with?
Your scent goes into an even heavier version; it takes on an almost alcoholic aspect. The kneeling Alphas instinctually send out calming pheromones while moving closer.Â
Yoongiâs tail, still wrapped around your ankle, tightens while he gently rubs the back of your injured hand, which he is cradling protectively. He wiggles forward an inch or two to ensure you realize he is still there and isnât going anywhere.
Taehyung starts to purr softly but loud enough for you to at least hear it. His mates have always found ease in their emotions and pain with his purring, so he hopes the sound will comfort you similarly.
Jungkook, running on instinct alone, scoots up to your left side, nudges his head under your left hand, and rests on your leg. Touch and cuddling are strong hybrid traits that naturally bring peace to most, and being a bunny hybrid, Jungkook loves to share his cuddles more than the others.
The feeling of Jungkookâs head on your leg snaps you out of your thoughts and brings you back into the room. You hold still as you start to recognize similar comforting behaviors the Alphas are doing with those that Evie always does, allowing you to take a deep breath.
âSorry. I was raised to take care of myself and not impose on others,â you softly say.
âMiss Y/n, you are not imposing. Again, Yoongi-hyung ran into you while rushing out of the room, and it's his responsibility to make amends. Actually, as a bonded pack, it is our responsibility, too,â explains Namjoon.
âThe pack? Like all of you? Is this why they are all like this, with their eyes and stuff?â you question with a scrunched face.
Absent-mindedly, you run your fingers through Jungkookâs hair, softly scratching his scalp, soothing not only yourself but also the youngest Alpha.Â
A soft chuckle escapes Namjoon as he watches your instinctual interactions with the youngest mate. He answers, âYes, that is the best way to explain the eyes and stuff, as you put it.â
âJungkook-ah and Taehyung-ah will find it easier to leave their Alpha Space since they are not the ones responsible for the injury but trying to be supportive to both of you,â informs the Prime Alpha as you nod in understanding, which he thinks is you not really understanding but just going along with it.
Hearing a knock on the door, he calls, âWho is it?â
âNamjoon-ssi, it's Manager Sejin. I have some updates and a few questions. Can I enter?â a voice calls as the door opens slightly to reveal itâs him.Â
At Namjoon's nod, he enters. The door remains open as the scents in the room are constricting in their density. He is followed by the rest of the pack, who take up guarding now from inside. With the mixed emotions in the scent-filled room, the Alphas worry that it will reach other hybrids who will come to investigate.
âDid you contact everyone?â asks Namjoon.
âBig Hit and the Corporate Director are on the same page and will follow the hybrid protocol, but details must be discussed once Miss Y/n has met with the doctor,â Manager Sejin reports to the Prime Alpha.
Moving to look at you, he continues, âI contacted Dr. Blackwell, thinking you may be more comfortable with a female doctor. We have her on retainer to work with some of the female back up dancers on the tour as well as the pack.âÂ
He glances at the boys surrounding you closely, noting the change in their eyes; his scent changes with curiosity. He raises an eyebrow, looking at Namjoon. With a subtle nod, he confirms that something more is happening but does not move to explain.
Looking back at you, he gently smiles, âWith the situation at hand, it may be best to limit other males around you until everyone is out of Alpha space. They tend to get territorial. Dr. Blackwell is on standby, ready to assess and treat you once we know where you will be.â
You look at the manager like he is missing something, or maybe you are as you question, âWhy wouldnât she just come here, or I go to her?â
âMiss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is a traveling physician. She doesnât have a permanent office to use but she is well respected in both the human and hybrid communities.â
âOh, I see. Well, ummâŠâ you look at Namjoon and ask, âWhat option would be best for your pack?â
Namjoonâs chest puffs slightly at your show of respect to him as the Pack Prime Alpha despite the situation and your pain level. âNot to make you uncomfortable, Miss Y/n, but I think meeting Dr. Blackwell at our Airbnb would be best,â he answers.
You take a moment to think, your hand pulsing with pain now that the adrenaline is starting to wear off. They cannot all fit in your flat. Heck, it's barely big enough for you, Evie, and Derek to hang out in; plus, it's a mess after you tore through your closet to find the right clothes for today.
If the growls were any indication, they didnât seem to like being at PMS. Instinctually, even Derek and Evie prefer being in their dens when one of the three of you is hurt or sick. Making your decision, you look at the manager and then Namjoon. âOkay. If it is best for the pack, I will go with you to the Airbnb to see Dr. Blackwell.âÂ
Itâs almost as if a weight is lifted out of the room, allowing the pack to take a breath.Â
âAlphas Yoon, Kook, and Tae. Can you give Miss Y/n some room? We have to take her to the pack house to see a doctor,â Namjoon says with a firm voice, gaining smiles from the men kneeling on the floor.Â
Jungkook stands, quickly moving and curling into the Prime Alpha, his eyes returning to their natural color. Namjoon rubs his back, scenting him lightly to show his pride in the youngest Alphaâs actions to help soothe the baby mate.
Taehyung rocks back on his heels but remains close to you as his purring stops. His body is more relaxed, but his eyes are still crystal blue, shifting between Yoongi and you in wait.
After watching the two younger Alphas move around, your attention turns to the black jaguar kneeling with expectant, questioning eyes. He still cradles your hand as if it were his most precious possession, and his tail hasnât moved from its coil around your ankle.
You tentatively ask, âMr. Min, if I promise that you can stay with me, will you let me go get my things, and then you can take me to your pack house?â
Yoongiâs face lights up with a gummy smile as he nods. Your breath hitches at the sight. How can the devastatingly rogue-like handsome rapper look so adorable?
He stands up, his tail unwrapping from your leg. He softly takes both of your hands while he assists you in standing. You smile and mumble a small thanks as you step forward to leave but pause, turning to Namjoon.
âPrime Alpha, do you think I can talk with Derek briefly to let him know what is happening? This way, he can talk to the direc⊠Boss. Talk to the boss and let him know that I am leaving for the day?â you ask, but your voice is firm as if you were telling the Prime Alpha what needs to happen without blatantly taking control of the situation.
âYes, talking to him will be fine. He has been established as part of your familial pack and wonât be considered a threat to the pack if he comes around you now,â Namjoon answers, moving out of your way and motioning for the rest to let you pass.
Bowing slightly, âThank you, Prime Alpha.â
Making it to your desk is apparently more complicated than one would think.Â
Yoongi wonât leave your right side, while Taehyung wonât leave your left. Both act like it's code red, and someone is trying to assassinate you. Then, the rest of BTS trails behind like some kind of posse.Â
You keep your head down to avoid any strange looks or glares from whomever you pass. To your relief, you find Derek waiting at your desk with his head resting on his palms and a mischievous smile.Â
âI see you are taking things in stride,â glancing at your plethora of bodyguards. âDid the Prime Alpha explain everything to you?â
Speaking up from the back of the group, Namjoon answers for you: âShe is aware that we are responsible for her at this time, and she will be treated by our doctor at our temporary pack house.â
You donât miss Derek's look of concern as he tilts his head with curiosity at Namjoon. âI see, of course. You are just responsible for getting her treated. Hybrid customs and all.â
âDerek, can you please let the big boss know that I will be leaving with Bangtan Pack to seek medical care and once I have more updates, I will let you both know?âÂ
Glancing at Yoongi and still seeing his lovely golden-yellow eyes, you try to ignore the slight flutter in your stomach, âI donât think it would be good for me to talk with him myself right now.â
Derek nods in response, âManager Sejin has already given the boss a rough time frame for the near future. I suppose his managing skills came in handy. Donât worry about us here, we will get a temp while you heal.â
Standing up, Derek passes you your purse, which Taehyung takes. You try to grab it again, but only to have a black and white tail wrap around your arm and bring it back down to your side.
âNo carry. Keep safe.â Taehyung almost grunts out in a deeper-than-deep voice, which short-circuits your brain. You knew he was the deep voice of the group, but that was not his singing voice.
Glancing at Derek out of the side of your eye, you see him briefly nod and smile encouragingly while he whispers, âItâs an Alpha Space thing. Best acknowledge his help.â
âUmm⊠Th-tha-hank you, Alpha,â you stammer out, willing the heat creeping up your neck to stop as your words pull a boxy grin from the Tiger hybrid.
âI think that is it,â you announce to nobody in particular. You smile awkwardly at Derek as he seemingly takes you in like he has never seen you before.
âY/n, you have been through so much. Not just today but in your life. You have always been the one to take the blame for others, working harder or longer than anyone else and caring for those who never return the favor,â he says, his eyes glance at the men surrounding you as he sees nods of understanding and looks of concern from them.
As a soft smile blooms on his face, he holds onto your good hand, âTake time for yourself and let this pack of Alphas take care of you. You deserve it more than anyone else I know.â
He pulls you into a hug. You briefly stiffen, waiting for the growling and pulling to start, but to your surprise, it doesn't. Relaxing into his hug, you take his words to heart.
A soft whisper in your ear: âYou know you will always have Evie and me as your family pack, but right now, be open to the pack around you. " With one last squeeze, Derek steps back and returns to your desk. "Now, shoo! Off you go. The boss said Iâll get to man the front desk for now.â
With a nod, you wave goodbye and face the hybrids behind you. After not finding Manager Sejin and a few others missing, your eyes settle automatically on Namjoon. With a slight frown, you wait for a clue as to what to do next.
âManager Sejin went down to get the cars. Seokjin-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Jimin-ah also went down because we wonât all fit in the elevator,â reassures Namjoon.
âOh,â you feel a slight tightening in your chest after realizing you didnât even notice they had gone.
âMiss Y/n, let's take you to get looked at,â Jungkook says while inching towards the office doors. His Alpha wanting to get you away from the hallway that leads to the offices where he knows the Playmates who hurt you are being kept.
You follow the bunny and wolf hybrid while still sandwiched between the tiger and jaguar hybrids. Walking through the halls, you gain some attention from the people you pass. Youâre a mere human surrounded by some of the hottest Idols in the world right now. So why wouldnât they?
Not willing to look up, you keep your eyes cast down to the feet in front of you as you try to avoid what you are a gazillion percent sure are looks of disgust and hate toward you. Normally, you can walk the halls without drawing attention unless Reina is around. While Reina made sure everyone noticed you in a negative way, you fail to notice the glaring looks of the Alphas surrounding you, which has silenced most of the current gossiping.
Once the elevator doors open, the tiger lets out a low growl. Glancing up, you see two fellow PMS employees quickly scamper out of the elevator and down the hall. Well, that is another embarrassing incident that you will have to deal with when you return to work.
Namjoon and Jungkook take the back corners. Looking at the men by your sides, they motion for you into the elevator next. However, when you go to stand in another corner, you are quickly ushered back into the middle with Yoongi and Taehyung in front of you.Â
The tense energy calms down as the doors close. The threats in the hallway, the Playmate enemies, and the bumbling director are no longer a concern. The four Alphas relax now that they are the only ones to surround you and are taking care of you.Â
Even if your trust in them starts with an injury, they know this is their chance to show you what it means to be taken care of, acknowledged as precious, and loved endlessly by the seven of them.Â
As the elevator doors part, you're immediately greeted by the remaining packmates waiting for you, smiles warm and welcoming. They're surrounded by more men in black, whom you assume are bodyguards. The sheer amount of people outside the elevator is a bit intimidating.
Turning to look at you, Yoongi speaks for the first time since he entered Alpha Space, âTake home. Keep safe.â
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Before I Leave You (Pt.74)
(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)
Summary:Â A planned vacation with Namjoon might not offer the respite you hope it will; Something is wrong with Jin and he just wont say what.
Tags:Â Hurt/comfort, Harmless Sickfic, So much fluff, Light angst, Brief smut, brief mentions of intercrural sex, slick, a bit of spanking, implied d/s, under negotiated scene but everyone is okay with it, Mommy kink, mommy tae, baby dom tae, Brief daddy kink too, implied yandere Jin, obsessive behavior, controlling behavior, discussions of free use, free use! jungkook, clothing control, dollification if you squint, forced caretaking if you squint, nudity, voyeurism, exhibitionism, teasing, implied omegaspace, preheats,
W/c: 21.1k
A/n:Â Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out <3 the last couple of weeks have been...not great! Here it is! I will repay you guys with my hiatus by giving you possibly the longest bily chapter ever! The heat arc will take two more chapters! No idea how long those will be but i greatly enjoyed making this chapter the fluffiest little bundle of scenes I could. i did not hold back- i think we've all needed a bit of softness.
Previous part - Masterlist - First part
You are belly down in the nest when you first come too.
Your chest is pressed to the cuddle of blankets dragged beneath your tummy. Soft and cozy, warm breath tickling the back of your neck. Your sweet sweet omega packmates have made you the best nest in existence. Comfy and plush, you can sense the high walls and the care that they put into the placement of every pillow.
The scents from both of them (milk and honey) flutter past your consciousness, tugging you down and down, covering you like a physical shadow. So sweet you want to roll around in it.
If only you had the energy for it, your body feels like a lead weight.
You're not alone here but you might as well be for how scent-drunk you are. Can omegas get scent drunk on other omegas? Distantly you can hear voices talking. Downstairs? Or in the dressing room? your brain moves sluggishly, not a single coherent thought filling your head other than how truly comfortable you are.
Itâs perfect, Jinnie and Koo are the best at nest-making.
Your inner omega is not entirely satisfied until you can smell all of your pack, you nuzzle forward to search for them. The soft fabric by your pillow smells like Yoongi- like chocolate. Sweet and heady and almost melty. The cinnamon and caramel and coffee are harder to pick out, the vanilla less so because Jimin had suctioned himself to your back in the night, nosing at your shoulders until he settled. The whole nest smells like your pack. Smell safe, smells like home.
Someone has opened up the curtains early (or is it late into the morning?) rather meanly. Soft light turns yellow behind your eyelids. You shield your face from the light in a blanket that smells like Tae. Burrowing underneath it and hiding.
Something warmer and less ephemeral than sunlight dances up and down your spine. Arresting your escape into dreamland and waking you gently. Rubbing harder with every moment.
âHoney.â
You huff, voicing your protests at being woken. Screwing your eyes shut.
âPupâ Yoongi stresses. You chirp, a little bratty. He huffs a fond sigh before really putting his hands to use gripping you under your ribs to lift you up gently.
Or at least trying too. You flop back against the blankets limp, refusing to open your eyes. Fingers tangled in the nest like a child would clutch at a well-loved stuffed animal (there are well-loved stuffed animals here, mostly ringing the nest like little soldiers, your addition to the nest). Your body feels so good- listless and tired and sleepy. You donât answer your mate with more than a grumble, trying to turn back over. Tummy, you need to be on your tummy.
Yoongi laughs, actually laughs, and despite your best efforts you start to wake you do starts to feel more awake. His sleepy giggle and the flutter of your heart is better than an alarm clock.
Why stay asleep when you have so much to wake up to? Your mind doesnât get the memo, remaining fuzzy and sluggish.
âSweetheart, youâre going to be late andâŠâ Something smells very very sweet, almost syrupy on the air. You donât mind the smell, but Yoongi smells a little sour. A little stress bitter- more 87% dark chocolate and not hot chocolate goodness. What could he possibly have to be stressed about when the nest feels like this? All he has to do is nest and he'll be right as rain, you wish you could tell him that, but your mouth remains sleep-slack and pouty.
His hand holds your hip, keeping your legs closed. Keeping your legs from parting. You cling to the pillow that smells like Tae. Intent on putting it between your legs and hugging it and not him if your mate is going to be mean and wake you.
But Yoongi doesnât let you. Yoongi stops you.
âYouâre gonna get it all over the bed and that if youâre not careful, and if you do Jin definitely isnât gonna let you go with Namjoonie without giving you a scolding. And you know how he likes his scoldingâs-â
Your body warms and sweetens, You bring your legs together, intent on pushing up in the nest and telling him off. But itâs then that you feel it. The cold, the wetness of slick between your legs.
Oh
You sit up so quick the room spins. Hair fluffing, all cowlicky and messy all over your head. You look first at Yoongi then anxiously between your thighs where the grey fabric of your pajamas has already darkened.
Youâre not proud of the way that you slam the bathroom door in Yoongiâs face. His voice is muffled and worried. âItâs alright- it happens with Jin and Jungkook sometimes too, leaking slick is perfectly normal-â
You whine, high-pitched, embarrassed. cutting him off. âGive me a second! Iâm fine just-â You keep your hands pressed to the door, holding it closed. Yoongi waits for a breath and the doorknob stops turning. You can hear his sigh from the other side of the door.
Someone opened up the window in the bathroom and you're thankful now- the scent of your slick is not quite so cloyingly sweet. Cold spring air tickles your toes, at odds with the heated flooring.
âAlright, want me to keep the others away?â
âYes, please and thank you.â Your head hits the door. Resting your forehead against the wood.
A bit of slick trails down your thigh, threatening to land on the floor. You make an alarmed noise.
âCan you get me some clean clothes?â
âOh yeah, shit- Sorry-â
There are bathing suits hanging on the side of the deep tub- from you and Tae and Hobi last night. from when you'd used the hot tub out on the balcony and soaking away your soreness last night. One of them slides to the floor (Taeâs, bright pink, crusted with pearls like a mermaid) as you hobble to the toilet. Feeling embarrassed and thankful that no oneâs there to see you.
Youâd gotten kissy and overheated in the tub. Water bubbling around you and concealing your wandering hands. Taeâs bathing suit pulled to the side and yours too eventually. Leaving Hobi pink-cheeked and watching from the other side- teasing himself with the distance.
Until theyâd both sandwiched you. Bottoms pulled to the side under the water. Both of your alpha's working in tandem. Knots pressing between the chub of your thighs and sometimes up into the slick plush of your pussy lips. Neither of them slipped inside because youâd said you didnât want it- that you just wanted to be teased.
And tease they had; with Taeâs cock sliding up between your body and the fabric of your bikini, sat upon her lap. Hobiâs mouth, trailing down the front plunge of your bikini and taking it off eventually. Both of them breathing heaving and nibbling.
Youâd felt like a chew toy in the best way. Soft- turned on, not nervous, not anxious. Because neither of them seemed to have any intent on fucking you or knotting you or had been at all upset when you said you didnât want to fuck. That you just wanted to be touched and nothing else.
You really liked it, being touched without it going anywhere. Itâs not exactly surprising that youâd had what surely must have been a wet dream after. Â
Yoongi had complained a bit about having to drain the water out of the tub when youâd come in dizzy and body humming, carefully corraled between your two pink-cheeked alphas, but you know he hadn't actually been upset. Just teasing.
You and Yoongi haven't been intimate in that way since your fight and blow-up and then eventual reconciliation but at least the kisses have been lingering and slow and not without heat. The regular intimacy is back, the cuddling too- and you know it's only a matter of time until that part of your relationship unfurls again.
Neither of you are in any sort of rush. You've taken your last three showers with him, had shampooed his hair and shaved his scratchy chin last shower, with him sitting on the shower bench and you standing between his legs. Yesterday after Tae and Hobi had dragged you into the hot tub.
But he hadn't taken you, even though his eyes had been on you and his hands had touched a little softer, a little longer. and he knew exactly what you'd just been doing with tae and hobi by your scent alone. His cock hadn't been completely soft against his thigh but he hadn't asked or initiated anything. Neither had you.
Granted, You hadnât wanted to be sore for your and Namjoonâs travel day today. Yoongi is a very very considerate mate and packmate.
Now you sit on the edge of the toilet and pull down your pants, cringing when you see the mess of slick that soaks your pj's and darkens the fabric from grey to black. You wonder if it's just the stress of travel and leaving your pack or if there are other things at play here.
Given how youâd forgotten about your and Namjoonâs first date until several weeks after having made the plans for it- it's a little predictable that youâd also forgotten your plans to go on a little vacation with the pack alpha. Granted you'd made your plans shortly before youâd tried to leave them, and that had also kinda distracted both of you, but tomato tamato.
Itâs been three months since all of that went down. Springtime is well on its way. The trees are going to leaf out any moment now and join the blooming cherry blossom and crabapple trees and magnolias that dot your section of town. You can barely walk with Hobi to work anymore without him pointing out the magnolia trees and promising that he'll plant one in your front yard before the summer is over.
Soon but not quite yet.
Itâs the blooming trees that had actually inspired your trip with Namjoon; Namjoon got the idea when youâd been driving with him to another doctorâs appointment. You'd been quiet, nervous, nose pressed to the window to watch for trees, and you'd asked him to slow down so that you could look longer at the pink tangles of trees along the waterfront.
Namjoon loves to indulge.
Youâd perused Airbnbâs together, knitted close one evening on the couch, a glass of wine and Jungkookâs pinky tucked into one limb and Namjoon pressed close on the other. Taeâs laptop balanced on his thighs and Jin on his other side. Because even if your packmates wouldn't be coming- they still want a hand in the planning. The nosey bunch that they are.
Youâd planned it out with Jin watching with hawk eyes and deeming certain packages too pedestrian for you, not fancy enough or not romantic enough. Youâd finally landed on a hot spring, up north- apparently known for its secluded views and cherry blossoms at this time of year.
Appropriately bougie and appropriately brief at 3 days and 2 nights but special enough for what Namjoon had dubbed your first anniversary present.
Youâd talked about it, tangled up with Namjoon on the front porch under about a dozen blankets just to watch the birds getting fat and happy on spring suet and seeds. Hobi hung up the birdfeeders there just for you and Namjoon to enjoy on your mornings.
You and Namjoon watch the birds often on the front porch, now that it's warm enough to sit out here for extended stretches. With him working so infrequently, you've been able to spend a lot more time with him.
Your love with him has always been slower, gentler than the others. Namjoon loves being delicate with you and loves treating you like the fine china that you are. You feel the delicacy in the way he touches you all the time and in the way that he encourages your slow mornings.
Your mouth rounded out and kissed pink from his mouth a second ago, kissing you when the birds donât linger near the feeder so that your squeaks donât spook them. Your shirt pulled up as you slid down the cushion, bare skin that Namjoonâs fingers had teased at. A touch just to touch. Tickling at your ribs until you giggle at him to stop.
Petting up and down your sides, he canât feel your ribs anymore. Hasnât been able to in months. He indulges in the feeling of your soft skin while you watch the birds flutter. âI donât know if we can call May our anniversary, you didnât kiss me really until June.â
âDoesnât matter, We met in May.â
You'd snorted, "thats not an anniversary Joonie. What was it love at first sight?"
"No," Namjoon says, honest, but that's why you love him, leaning in nose had pressed against your mating mark, sniffing deeply. Letting out a satisfied grumble. "Maybe home at first sight though. I think I could already feel it- that you and Yoongi were mated. I think I just didnât want to admit it to myself yet.â
Anniversaries and special days aside. The rest of the pack had been predicably jealous when you'd shown them the pictures of the hotel. Not too jealous- because the pack has another vacation in the works at the end of the summer. An idea thatâs only just starting to crest their minds. Why shouldnât they travel now? They donât have pups- and this might be one of the last summers they have. Â
Tae had leaned in over Namjoonâs computer, âWait this is so pretty- and for photos! I want to go look at all the pinkâ Sheâd whined. Jimin had just shaken his head and leaned close to press a kiss to her temple to distract her. Almost hitting one of Taeâs space buns in the process.
âWe can always go to the botanical gardens for pictures honey.â
âYeah! That way you can show me when we get back! and we'll have pictures to show each otherâ Youâd chirped, trying to be comforting.
Sometimes in the pack, itâs hard to separate your relationships out into their single pairs, beyond soon-to-be mated pairs and soulmates aside. Itâs hard not to want to do everything together.
But getting away with the pack alpha for a few days is probably going to be good for all of you. A day or two apart and some time to decompress. A brief stretch so that you only miss each other more.
To have the pack alphaâs undivided attention is something that youâre both excited and nervous about.
Heâs taking you to a resort and hot springs up north. Surrounded by a cherry blossom grove thatâs earned its spot at the top of several travel blogs as the number one event to do in the spring. It's not a terribly long trip and mid-week because the rest of the rooms had been booked up for the weekends already. But Namjoon had still insisted that you get a room with an attached private spring. T
hereâs a cherry blossom trail on the grounds and a nice dinner planned for tomorrow night. But nothing else planned for the third day beyond your drive home. Namjoon had heard of this cute little roadside bakery that he wanted to stop at on your way for breakfast.
Youâve been bouncing up and down with excitement since last night- your singular suitcase packed yesterday morning by Tae and Jungkook- who had demanded you pack a quite frankly concerning amount of lingerie.
But even you had to admit that this is an undeniably sexy vacation. You hadnât planned anything beyond your walk and dinner, mostly because youâd both expected to do something else for the majority of your trip.
Mostly having raunchy passionate hotel room sex⊠not that Namjoon even said explicitly that that's what he wants to do with you on this vacation. But he hadn't exactly not hinted at that either with the private onsen suite.
But looking down at your soiled panties, slick sticky, and darkening the fabric, you feel the least sexy that you have in weeks.
âWhat the fuckâ you mutter. Quiet. Yoongi knocks at the door again. Softer.
âCan I come in?â
âOne sec.â
The sound of crumpling toilet paper and Jin cursing downstairs becomes louder. The windows are open up here and down there and you can hear him and the cracking of metal pans against each other. Hobiâs laugh. The sound of the dishwasher going downstairs. Noodle meows at the front door. You can hear all of it. Yoongiâs footsteps back and forth by the door. Quiet words.
Is your hearing overly sensitive? Or are they all just loud?Â
âGive us a sec Jk, sorry but can you go downstairs for a moment?â
Jungkookâs worried voice, the sound of kisses pressed to his lips, âSure hyung, going for a run anyway,â Then quieter, so soft that you canât hear- "Is she alright?â
"Yeah, itâs not nerves if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
Jungkook breathes in deeply, and lets out a knowing sound as he scents slick on the air. "Want me to keep Jin-hyung away?"
"Please."
This is decidedly not normal for you. Normal for Jungkook sure- he has the most regular dirty dreams out of the whole pack. A few times a week you wake up to the smell of slick, sweet and tempting on the air and more than one alpha tempted to do something about it. Rewarded with Jungkookâs sweet submission when they give in to their temptations.
You've gotten used to his sleepy and quiet ah ah ah's waking you up.
You like morning kisses when Jungkook's getting fucked, it's almost like he forgets how to talk and kiss when he's being dicked down. when you wake up in the morning to gentle repetitive rocking and the sound of soft kisses. Hobi or Tae or Namjoon or Jimin tucked up behind him.
Jungkook likes it best when you pretend like you don't know what they're doing. When you sidle up to his front for a cuddle. You like to hear their croons of "don't be rude to your nestmate Jungkook, give her a good morning kiss." You like tasting Jungkook's shakey sighs against your mouth. Tucking yourself close to him and falling back asleep to the gentle hum of, "You better not cum, you might get the pup all messy, dirty little omega."
You like to be around when they're intimate, it makes you feel like you're still apart of it without any of the fear of being too much or not wanting sex enough. You've been easing up on the fine lines between all of you, on the more free-flowing and free-use parts of your relationship. Starting to explore it safely the way they haven't really had the opportunity too since before you became a part of their pack.
You hadn't really understood free use until jungkook explained it to you.
One afternoon, All of the pups having 'pup time' as Namjoon and Jin had started to call it- but is really just playing Mario cart in the backroom on lazy rainy afternoons. You'd snorted at his explanation. rearranging the plushies in your nesting nook. a note of skeptisizim in your voice.
"I'm not going to just like- push you down and sit on your face? That seems kinda mean Koo."
"For the record the idea of that is really hot." Jimin had tipped his head back, smashing buttons. Tae had hummed agreeing with jimin and combed her long fingers through Jimin's hair while she waits for her turn. Hobi had snorted smashing buttons and clicking.
"It's not mean though- not like mean mean."
Tae's fingers brushing between his legs had distracted him, touching him to tease and feel how hard he is. His little cock a chubby little secret, but jk knows to stay still under Tae's inspection. Jk's little cursor had slipped right off the rainbow road and fallen into space and Tae's hands had slipped off of him too. making him squirm.
"I just like how it feels sometimes, like I'm yours to have and take." Tae continued like nothing was amiss, had pet through his hair as if she hadn't just felt him up. Jungkook's sweet sweet scent is the only tell.
Tae had winked at you over Jungkook's shoulder. "It's kinda like how Namjoon was during a rut right?"
Jungkook's voice was rough, "Right. It's like- I don't know how to explain it- Soothing? That I know you're getting everything you want from me." Jungkook had shaken himself. "You don't have to join in if you don't want too- Hobi doesn't"
You'd turned to Hobi for confirmation, sat closest to you. his back leaned up against the rattan of your nesting nook. Completely focused on the screen and not on your conversation. "I'm like totally lapping you jk."
"No fair, I can't concentrate when I'm talking about sex." The round ends, Hobi wins and Jungkook and Tae swap controllers.
Tae flops down on Jimin's lap, his arms wrapping around her waist and head hooking over her shoulder fluidly. "If I beat you you owe me a kiss."
"Don't make me want to lose. It's not going to work."
"Oh it totally works you just don't want to admit it."
"I'm ready to Loose." Hobi snorts. and is rewarded by a kiss to his cheek.
without a controller, jk looks at you more fully. "We probably won't really start to do it for a little while, at least not not until-" Jungkook falls silent, and the next moment. Yoongi sidles up to the double doors, peering inside smiling at the sight of all of you heaped close. going quiet. "You know you guys could just sit on the couch instead of the floor."
"Not as comfy"
"Do you have room for one more?"
"Hyung you are so on."
Maybe Yoongi's distance with you would be easier to handle if you didn't also know he's been just as distant with the rest of the pack. Sexual needs ebb and flow, desire ebbs and flows too. Not everyone is like Jungkook- constantly in need, constantly simmering heat. Which is one of the reasons why free use for him is less of a want and more of a need. As much as you like to joke that Jungkook is a bit of a nymphomanic, he really does need that kind of gratification to feel loved.
This- the leaking slick, so rarely happens to you and Jin.
This feels disorienting. The bathroom spins. Youâd leaked so much slick in your sleep that youâd soaked through your underwear and your pajama pants. they sit in a heap on the floor. Your panties are ruined.
You donât think itâs just excitement for your trip. You donât even remember having a dirty dream. You don't feel turned on, dizzy and a little dehydrated.
You canât put back on your clothes but you tell Yoongi he can come in anyway. Sitting on the top of the toilet, your shirt long enough to cover your bareness but even you have to admit that heâs seen you in far worse states.
He lets out a small alarmed noise but keeps the door cracked behind him. He stoops to the floor to pick up your ruined pajama bottoms, putting them in the laundry. Heâs got another pair in his hands and a pair of clean underwear too. Heâs alarmed judging by the wide set of his eyes, looking up to your thighs and then your face.
âItâs just the excitement about leaving.â You don't even believe it as it comes out of your mouth.
He stoops and gets on his knees. He puts your feet through the leg holes, fingers on your calves. Humming.
Things have been better between the two of you recently, this isn't strange. Things are going back to the way they where slowly. Thereâs been little kisses here and there, laughter too; like when you both went out to the beach to stargaze a few weeks ago. just the two of you, a rare lone outing.
The lights were stark and cold up above and Yoongi's smile anything but. His back against the sand and the deep warm sound of his laughter chasing the winter winds away. A Lingering brightness dancing on the edge of your fingers, starlight jumping from your skin to his, close and warm in the night.
"What did you wish for?"
"Nothing"
Then after a moment, you'd admitted it. "For you to be happy"
"I'm already happy sweetheart"
"Really?"
"Really."
"Guess I wasted my wish then."
"I think you can make another wish, that one doesnât count."
"Okay." A beat, a breath, a kiss to your cheek.
"Did you do it yet?"
"Yoongi-"
He still takes care of you- although the intention behind each action brews a little more balanced than before. He takes care of you and you take care of him too. You hold his latter when he gets up on it to paint, and hand him tools when Hobiâs car needs a tune-up. You follow him around the house the same way he used to follow you around.
You've begun minding his health the same way the others mind yours- you'd made him take vitamin C when he started coughing in mid-March. And nursed him through the unglamorous episode and illness that followed.
You'd held his hand while Namjoon had listened to his lungs and pouted at him each time he tried to get up when he should have been resting. Made him soup and babied him for the week he'd spent coughing and then cuddled him through his fever. Kept him plied with ice water and cough drops and miraculously hadn't caught the same mystery illness.
Youâve been trying to find a middle ground, a new kind of honesty that you hadnât had before. He takes care of you now just as much as you take care of him.
Now, Yoongiâs hand hovers on your ankle. On his knees in front of where you sit and youâre nearly at eye level with him. You watch his nostrils flare, and his lips descend into a frown as he looks between your thighs. If it were anyone else you'd feel self-conscious.
âWhat are you thinking?â
Yoongi hesitates before he speaks his suspicion into life. He knows the power his words have and the joy that they have the possibility of ripping away. It's not just your high hopes he's worried about but Namjoon's too.
âDo you think you could be going into heat?â
Your stomach flips, but you instantly shake your head.
When you think internally, You feel no warmth, no wanting in your gut or instincts. You rub your hands over your face. Yoongi hesitates before getting up and washing his hands. Looking at you in the mirror.
âNo, I donât feel-â Your hand hovers over your stomach, and downstairs some pans clatter, and Jin curses loudly again. The pack awaits. You can hear Namjoonâs voice downstairs too. âIt could be nothing. It was probably just a dream.â
You cover your face with your hand, quieting the heat in your cheeks. Yoongi doesnât say anything. Turning around to rest against the sink and look at you, drying his hands slowly. You give him space to say something but when he stays silent you have to ask.
âDo you want me to cancel the trip? I can tell Namjoon, he'd understand.âÂ
He doesnât reply immediately. Instead, he comes close again, making an alarmed noise when he sees the goosebumps on your thighs and dropping back to his knees, putting your feet through the holes of the clean pjâs and pulling them up slowly. Tender. His fingers hover on your calves treading higher and higher to the sensitive skin on the inside of your knees.
You have a bruise there, from roughhousing with Jk yesterday morning. A battle over prime nesting material you had not won (you'd been happy to lose when the punishment was being manhandled and several hickeys on various parts of your body. Jungkook likes to nibble.)
Yoongi's thumb covers the bruise in its entirety. âHow far is the drive again?â
âThree hours.â Yoongiâs teeth worry away at his lower lip and it takes him a second to debate it internally
âYou could come home, if something went wrong, Namjoon would drive you home.â Someone is coming up the stairs, you can hear the creek of the old wood, and you won't have your privacy for much longer.
You lean forward, hitting your forehead with his. âYeah. Youâre right.â Yoongi pecks your nose and stands up, stashing the last of your soiled clothes in the laundry basket where the smell of slick wonât be noticed.
Tae knocks the same second that you pull up your pants. Just in time, youâll have to undress anyway to shower- but you donât need her wondering why you and Yoongi are cleaning up your slick and hiding it from the others.
Tae grins from the cracked door once she sees it's just you and Yoongi, nudging it open with her toe completely unaware of the trouble brewing. If she notices the scent of your slick on the air she doesn't say anything. Her hips sway as she leans up against the door. Hands behind her back, holding something grinning at you.
âCan I pick out your outfit?â
âSomething tells me you already have; I need to shower first.â
Tae has been taking a lot more free reign when it comes to you and your outfits. It's the one thing you had been interested in when Jungkook had first started to ask about free use. The one thing you'd been curious about.
You'd raised your eyebrow at it the first time you'd noticed Jin and tae set out Jungkook's workout set before work. Shivered and watched as they palmed and tugged and dressed him before letting him go with a kiss and a small tap to his bottom. Jungkook had that wide hazy look in his eyes, a slack grin on his mouth, subspace or omegaspace or some tangle of the two.
You'd been stuttering and unsure, "can we, can you- would you choose my clothes for me too?"
Both of them, Jin and Tae, had stood up straighter, both of them near purring- like they'd been waiting for you to ask. (You haven't forgotten and neither have they- how you call Jinnie daddy and Tae mommy. Although you've begun to use the latter name more casually with Tae).
You are still warming up to it, but Tae's been setting out your clothing most mornings and Jin's been selecting your pjâs each night. Your and Jin's routine usually comes with a hole check and settling if you ask for it nicely (a cock and knot if you ask even more nice, if jin checks your hole and finds you warm and wet and wanting)
While the clothing is not entirely a dominance thing, that needy gleam in their eyes is unmistakable. With Jin, you can almost tell yourself that it's just his grooming instincts, but with tae- the clothing is a little different.
You donât mind that she likes it, deciding what you wear and how you wear it. You donât mind that she finds some satisfaction from it- some instinct fulfilled, some pleasure gained. You donât mind maybe because itâs her and she has good taste, because she so often chooses what you want to wear anyway.
And because, as she so often reminds you, you can tell her no at any time without fear of anger or punishment.
Panties or no panties? A matching set or a soft playsuit for lounging around and nesting? A lacy little bralette or nothing at all?
Actually- I'm going to go for a walk with Hobi today, to the beach. Can I wear one of alpha's sweatshirts?
Of course you can sweetheart.
Maybe because itâs one less decision you have to make, one more way you can let her take care of you. Tae packed your suitcase for this trip because of this newfound sense of give and control.
It's not all endless giving. Tae often checks with you before she does anything too risky.
Tae hadn't been interested in any dominance and submission before you, the one vanilla packmate before her transition. But now that it's here and it's with you, Tae wants and wants and wants. Some of the stuff like with safewords and aftercare she's well acquainted with, but other things are newer for both of you. You know she talks with Namjoon and Jin about it, you know that they are both guiding her with this and teaching her how to be a good dom.
Many evenings Jin looks and inspects what Tae has put you in, their attention makes you shiver and stand straighter, "what a good choice Tae-baby, my good little alpha making our omega so pretty."
One morning blends into another, one morning she doesn't decide at all and then the next she stands there and asks. "Can I push you today?"
You'd squirmed and sat in the dressing room, waiting, negotiating. Jin had already given you a hole check that morning and promised there would be another one later with a heavy look. like he knew before what tae is going to try and do. You'd needed a hole check too- you'd woken up whiney and in omegaspace, sweet and in need of someone to steady your instincts.
"Yes."
You'd stuttered when she'd showed you the dress, the short short hem, fumbled even more when she told you that you wouldn't be wearing anything underneath, that you wouldn't be going anywhere either until someone found out.
(Jimin had been the lucky packmate. Pulling you down onto his lap during breakfast, his bare thighs thick in his shorts. Your cries of "Minnie wait-" came too late when. His raised eyebrows had drawn more than one packmate's attention as he'd held your waist. Stopped you from squirming. his bare skin against your bare skin and wetness, because Tae knew, tae knew and she-
"What is it?" Namjoon had asked. Tae was doing nothing more than grinning and sipping her coffee over his shoulder, watching the situation that she created unfold with a hungry gleam in her eyes. Jimin's fingers had lingered on the hem of your dress. Glancing from you to Tae. "Why don't you come and see hyung?")
Now she holds out a folded dress to you, âguilty.â
You sigh, but Yoongi holds out his hand, helping you stand. You reach for the brush on the counter but Tae beats you to it, standing behind you. So close you can feel her heat down your spine.
You shiver.Â
âGuys I can-â
âNonsense, Mommy will do it.â Tae doesnât let you lift a finger. And you guess you shouldnât really be all that fussy or shy, you stay still while Tae detangles your hair and Yoongi starts the shower and sets out your towel and a pair of warm long socks that sit in a heap on top of your folded dress. They wonât have a chance to baby you for the rest of the week (or at least not until Friday when you get home) so you let them take what they can get.
It's not all sexual, it's loving too.
Tae detangles your hair gently, so soft that you're tempted to close your eyes again, especially with the warm steam filling the room. Yoongi stays close, watching you as he stands by the sink and talks to Tae about their plans for tomorrow. Distant plans that you are aware of.
Yoongi's quickly distracted from actually helping you shower by a shout from Hobi downstairs but he doesn't leave without kissing your forehead first. You undress and Tae washes her face and does her skincare routine while you shower. Chatting to you again about your itinerary for today with how she talks youâd almost think that she was coming with but she isnât.
Today is just for you and Namjoon, the whole weekend really. Sheâs as excited for you to have some time with Namjoon as you are, maybe even a little bit more excited than you are.
Sheâs probably just thinking of the outfits.
You're still kind of tired, still kind of half asleep. The steam in the bathroom makes you feel hazy, Tae has to remind you every few seconds not just to lean against the tile under the spray and actually wash your hair. It's just so warm, so nice, here under the warm water surrounded by the scent of her and Yoongi. You paw at the nob to the shower turning it warmer. Sighing when it goes hot.
You must have nodded off for a moment because the rush of cold air from the big glass door opening shocks you into almost slipping. Your hands hit the wet tile to steady yourself. She leans around you, avoiding the water and turning it colder.
âyour skin is getting red!â She's alarmed, but not angry as you blink down at your arms and your chest- turned splotchy.
âYeah, shit, I didnât realize,â Tae watches you warily, sucking on her lower lip before she prattles on.
"'You're like really sleepy today,"
"Yeah," you say, voice hushed,
"Excited though?" she double-checks.
You grin, dopey "Yeah."
After that everything feels a little hazy, maybe itâs the temperature of the house or just Tae being close. She moves you from the bathroom to the dressing room giggling as you almost bump into the walls, keeping your towel tucked even as you struggle to keep your eyes open.
"I really think I need some coffee," you say as you rub your eyes and Tae dots cream over your flushed cheeks. Her answering hum does not promise caffeine.
"In a second, I'm almost done. You can close your eyes while I do your makeup if you need to." You try to fight your drowsiness- you really do. But soon the scent at the apex of her shoulder and neck temps you too much and you squirm closer and closer in search of her warmth.
Tae put you in a robe when you got out of the shower but you still feel so cold. So needy. You squirm until you're sat across her thighs, each knee on either side of her hips in your familiar position. Whining when she finishes your skincare and has to scoot back to do your hair taking your only source of warmth with her.
Her giggle makes you want to bear your throat to her. "I can't curl your hair and cuddle you at the same time pup." You whine, but she's immune, "Be good." a small warning in her tone.
You straighten up, blinking hazily up at her and letting her detangle herself from you to stand, until she tells you that you can close your eyes again.
Your head lolls while she blow-dries your hair, tugged from side to side by the round brush. Tae's giggles and voice are a lullaby. The warm air from the drier sends more and more of her scent fluttering over your nose.
She reaches to pin your hair back and you nuzzle into her wrist. âPupâ she stresses. But you get away with it.
Tae keeps the makeup light; a bit of strawberry-colored blush deepening the flush on your cheeks, faint concealer.
She starts to dress you, pulling the underwear up your thighs and hips with a soft barely there kiss pressed over them that makes you squirm. She tugs the socks up to your mid thigh and guides your arms through the sleeves and over your head. The thick fabric feels a little like a blanket over your knees. Tae pulls it down until it covers all of you.
You donât bother to look in the mirror quite yet, still nodding off every now and then as she sprays hairspray to set your soft curls in place. "There we go- you're perfect."Â
Her fingers on your cheeks prompt you to open your eyes and when you do, you find you're sitting in front of the vanity. Tae's behind you, her dark silk robe at odds with the light flutter of your dress. One of her arms wraps around your shoulders, and the other grips your face, turning your face from side to side to show off her handy work. Her fingers pinch just enough that your lips stick out. Red but hazy around the edges like your lipstick got kissed off or maybe kissed on- it's hard to tell.
You look like a doll; You look pretty (you always look pretty once Tae has had her way with you).
"What do you say pup?" Tae and Jin have both ganged up on you a bit recently about your manners. You donât mind her sternness if anything it just makes you feel smaller and more pupish- both things you like feeling around Tae.
"Thank you, Mommy." You pout, and Tae rewards you with a soft kiss that makes you squirm. her fingers still digging into your cheeks.
"You're welcome, honey. Letâs go show our boys what they're missing."
~-~
Tall dark boots wait for you by the door, another gift from Tae. Side by side with your suitcase. Prepared and waiting.
You giggle and tug her on down the stairs, going a little fast, ignoring her cries of "pup, slow down" The excitement builds until you hit the bottom step and almost slip, the socks from Yoongi fluffy and slick, Tae makes to grab you and the two of you tumble straight into Namjoon.
The pack alpha lets out a quiet oof.
It's a good thing he's so tall and strong, both of his arms shoot out to steady you.
You blink up at him, and his big hands hover on your shoulders. Dancing along the back plunge of the dress. Itâs a baby doll style, checkered pink and blue. the front is boatnecked, but the back plunges open, tied closed with a bow. Namjoon touches your skin through the low backline. his palm rough and warm.
Namjoon steps back for a second. Making a pleased noise. Looking you up and down, âLook at you pup.â
Tae just leans back against the railing and preens. You look to the left and into the mirror.
You look so small compared to Namjoon and Tae. Doe-eyed and like something out of a cottage core fantasy in your outfit. Itâs a little doll-like in cut and style, the bow on the back almost coquettish. Namjoonâs wide hands cover the open panel of your back. Running up and down again. You can feel his grumbly purr of satisfaction against your chest.
Tae tugs down the bottom hem of your dress. You sway.
Namjoon has put a bit more effort into his outfit today too. His jeans are new and his sneakers are the first pair of non medical grade non-slip ones heâs owned in years. Heâs wearing a plane tee under a button-down, just his usual uniform since heâs started spending more and more time at home and only working 3 days a week. You bury your face in the front of Namjoonâs shirt, nosing aimlessly.
He looks every picture of a pack alpha, big and imposing. Unafraid of taking up space. The pack alpha grins down at you, all but bouncing up and down on his heels in excitement. The sight of him makes you leak slick again. Just a little. you wonder if both of your alphaâs can smell it.
Really- what is going on? Â
âTae, you-â
Namjoonâs tongue-tied but Tae just smiles, small, at the corner of her mouth in that special secret way that girls smile. She curls a lock of your hair around one of her fingers. âYouâre welcome Joonieâ
Namjoon squishes you a little harder to his chest in cute aggression and you feel your chest squish too. Huh, Tae didnât put you in a bra. you're not upset just confused- obviously, you're gonna want to sleep on the drive and wearing one all that way would be uncomfortable but Your hand comes up, feeling.
âYou fussed,â she says, âdidnât want it.â Reading your mind is just one of Taeâs many talents, but you blink. You like the way that the dress billows out, not hugging your body. The darts on the side still give the effect of hugging your figure without it being tight.
You peak up at him and Namjoon's blushing, so you hide your face in his chest instead of confronting it. His hand crests your shoulder pulling you in closer, giving you permission to rub your face in harder. You scent him sleepy until your breath is hitching.
Noodle yowls and slips through your ankles, purring and trailing after Hobi who just huffs happily, watching the three of you from the living room before he continues plucking blankets off the couch, a half-full basket of laundry in his clutches that he ferries down to the basement.
Namjoon's dimples are little crescent moons to the star of his smile when you pull back. immeidatly ducking back down when the sight of him overwhelmes you. âHaving fun down there?â He teases.
âYes,â you reply stubbornly and he laughs, his stomach pushing out against your sternum. You bury your face back in his shirt again, harder this time. Too shy to meet the pure adoration in his eyes.Â
âIâve just got to put the suitcase and my bag in the car and then weâll be ready to go okay? Wanna get us some coffee?â You nod, and he pecks your forehead before detangling himself from you.
"Tae!" Hobi calls from the basement. "Can you get me your dirty laundry please?" Hobi, "Jk wants to do it when he gets home but I don't want him carrying anything down the stairs." Tae sighs and heads back upstairs.
A loud clang and more cursing interrupts you where youâre standing in the entryway. But itâs just Jinnie. You follow the source of the noise to the kitchen, hovering unsure by the kitchen island.
If you had a good night's sleep last night- it looks like Jin had the opposite.
Jinnie doesnât look like his usually perfectly curated omega this morning; his striped robe has stains on the hems. His cheeks are blotchy and his eyes are puffy. His coffee cup leaves rings where it sits on the countertop like his hands had been shaky when he set it down.
He's got about a dozen bags of flour- semolina and almond, caster sugar and regular sugar taking up every available space in the kitchen. Along with just about everything from the confines of your fridge too. He looks like he's half way between breakfast and a deep clean. Even though it's already almost 10.
You watch as he sighs and rubs a hand across his face furrowing his eyebrows when he thinks that no oneâs watching. You sidle up behind him and he jumps a few feet in the air, âpup- I didnât-â You nudge his shoulder with your nose (a special little omegan hello). Jin exhales, and his shoulders relax, no longer up to his ears.
"What are you looking for?" It's the wrong thing to ask. Jin puffs back up almost instantly. The mirror image of Noodle when there's a fly he just can't seem to catch.
Jin pulls the coffee mugs down from where they sit, one after another, putting them down a little hard and quick. "The syrup! I don't know who put it away last but when I find out who did I'll-"
You smile, and wordlessly go over to the sink, opening the door and bending down to reach around in the cleaning supplies, pulling it from all the way in the back with a quiet ah-ha!
"Oh, you-" Jin blinks down at you a little stunned. Then bristles, voice going darker. Eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Did you put it there?"
You are not intimidated at all by Jin's pack omega shenanigans or his grumpiness this early in the morning. Smiling up at him absolutely unbothered by his sour mood. "No, you did!"
Jin pouts, gesturing at you to explain, you shrug and set it on the counter. "It looks the same as a bottle of cleaning supplies, and the last time you gave the kitchen a deep clean you weren't wearing your glasses."
"Oh." Jin's lips are a near-perfect circle, plush where they pout, annoyed with himself. "Thank you." You get up on your tippy toes to peck him on the cheek and dart past him to put your sourdough starter and semolina flour away very very carefully.
Jin starts to undo the rest of his whirlwind, leaving out some of the ingredients so that he can get started on the pancakes. The house is quiet for now, the two of you work side by side in companionable silence.
When you're done, Jin wipes his hands on the cloth. âDo you have everything you need before you go?â
You nod, and Jin's shoulders deflate, leaning up against the counter, he barely manages to hide his crushed expression before he turns away and starts to get to work on the pancakes. He pulls a metal bowl down from the shelf without a word whereas he'd usually ask you for help with it- and starts adding eggs to it indiscriminately, cracking them with one hand.
âJinnie?â You ask quietly. The eggs go tap-crack-plop. The pack omega hums, but doesnât look up from the bowl. Pausing after the first few eggs to break the yolks with a large whisk. The scrape of metal against metal jarring.
âDo you, uhm-â his eyebrows are furrowed concentrating on what heâs doing, âDo you want us to stay home today?â
Jin looks up so quickly that he almost cracks the next egg onto the countertop instead of in the bowl. âWhat! No- what gave you that idea?â Jin sets the bowl down and reaches for you, but you look at his fingers, sticky, and the rest of him- covered with flour. The dress Tae put you in is new, and the flour will surely show.
Jin washes his hands, and dries them, while you get two travel mugs down from the shelf. One green travel mug for Namjoon and a pink one for you. He dries his hands in the cloth while he watches you.
Tae's really really mean, making you look so pretty before you'll leave for so long. Three days. That will be your longest absence from the house, the den, and Jin's nest since the beginning.
Jin feels a little like he's choking. Like his skin is crawling. You're not even going to eat breakfast with them. Even back when Jin still had his day job with the Fbi. Breakfast is your ritual.
Jin lets out a shakey breath, âOf course I want you to go and have fun pup. You and Namjoon have been looking forward to this for weeks.â You pour out coffee and then enough milk into both your and Namjoonâs travel mugs.
âI know, but that wouldnât mean anything if you wanted us to stay- you seem-â You glance up at him, and miss the next dollop of milk in Namjoonâs cup, getting it all over the counter. âShit.â
Jin just hums and uses his cloth to whip it up. Almost pinning you to the counter in the process, leaning around you so that heâs sandwiching you in on all sides. His chin hits the top of your head. And when heâs done you flip around looking up at him.
âYouâre-â you choose your words carefully, âyouâre off today?â he can hear the question in your voice. Tucking an errant hair behind your ear. But heâs not disagreeing with you. You continue to pry. âYou feel like Mini does when heâs having a bad sensory day?â
âYeah,â Jin breathes in and out, and it looks like it takes him effort. You wait for him to say that he needs you, that he really doesnât want you to go, that the idea of having you outside of the nest is not something that he can handle today.
âMake sure Namjoon texts me when you get there okay? And I want you to call me before you go to bed tonight and show me your nest. If you want to pack some blankets or stuff that smells like us you should- donât worry about missing the traffic- and- and-â
Hobi thuds up the stairs from the basement, an empty laundry basket in his hands.
âHey no stealing her-â he wags his fingers, Jin pouts at your alpha, and you watch his eyes follow Hobi. You watch Hobiâs eyes flicker down your body and then back up to your face, and Jinâs arms tighten around your waist.
âHobi sheâs my pup-â but Hobi just wags his finger, youâve never seen him even try to put Jin in his place before let alone scold him.
Is everyone feeling a little bit off kilter, or is it just you?
âTechnically heâs not stealing me, technically Iâm stealing his alpha.â Hobi senses the guilty lilt in your voice and shakes his head. Jin pecks your forehead, lingering for just a little bit longer than he might ordinarily before he steps back to his bowl, and adds a dark splash of vanilla to the creamy contents.
âNo he's going to get substantially babied by his other three alphas-Jiminie and I are taking everyone out for dinner tomorrow tonight so that no one has to cook or anything- weâre gonna go to one of Taeâs fancy poetry readings and stuff.â
âOh,â you say. You sort of like Taeâs poetry, sort of love watching her play around with words like sheâs a little kid in a sandbox. Two seconds ago, youâd been worried that Jin would feel left out and now-
âCan you check the oil in your car before they leave?â Jin asks. Hobiâs eyes flicker to his and then yours.
âYeah, when are you guys heading out?â
You pout, feeling guilty, âsort of right now.â
âOh shit. I thought-â Hobi shakes his head, and for a second you think you see something like disappointment cross his features. âIâll do it now.â
Hobi has graciously allowed you to borrow his car for the weekend because of its spacious and easy-to-travel interior. Namjoon loads your suitcases into the Lambo while Hobi grabs a wad of paper towels and makes him promise not to ding it- he only just got all the scratches from Jimin buffed out and freshly painted.
Yoongi lingers with you by the front door, watching Hobi pop the hood. Your hands tangled for a second and he drags you in. His cheek resting on top of your head for a second, while you rub your chin across his collarbones, scenting him before you go.
But Namjoon is already waiting by the car, watching you with a soft smile.
Hobi tops the oil off and slowly walks to the front porch, almost like he's prolonging your departure by going as slow as possible. You give a small shiver as the breeze rustles the birdfeeders and the windchimes casting your scent in his direction. His nostrils flare and his eyes dart from you to Yoongi who ever so subtly shakes his head.
Hobi walks up the stairs to you, sweatshirt pulled up to his elbows, curling his hand around your elbow in passing. âOne sec- wait.â Namjoon rests his chin on the hood of the car, both your cups steaming into the open air. Yoongi taps his fingers against the balcony railing, and for a second you think heâs going to ask you to stay, that the worry of you going into heat is too much.
But then he doesnât. You stand close enough to him that his elbow brushes yours.
âTake pictures,â he tells Namjoon. The pack alphaâs cheeks go pink and you make a face. âYah not those kinds of pictures!â But your mate is smiling and thatâs all you need for the last of your nerves to dissipate.
âLove you,â you say without looking at him.
âLove you too, please call.â He looks down at you.
âI will.â
Hobi comes back, heâs got a tangle of fabric in his hands, a scarf of Taeâs, and a hat of his. âItâs not that cold.â You try and wine. âItâs gonna be warm at the hot springs.â Hobi leans down to your level, purposefully pulling his hat over your eyes roughly probably messing up your hair. You whine "My hair- Hobi-" He just grins down at you.
âDo you want to take my jacket? How about some mittens?â
âGuysâ You roll your eyes at your packmates, but Yoongi and Hobi wear twin grins. âIt is like maybe 50 degrees. Jungkookie went running when it was 30 yesterday.â
âJungkookie runs all the time.â
âHe did it in shorts and without a shirt.â Hobi just messes up your hair again, rubbing around the hat and probably causing a fair amount of frizz. So much for tae's hard work.
âIâve got the heat warmer on already!â Namjoon calls, and you give your last goodbye kisses before hurring after him down the steps.
âBye!â
âhave fun!â
âBe safe!âÂ
You ignore the tight feeling in your chest as you pull away from the house, ignoring the same way that Yoongi- still standing on the porch, starts breathing heavily. His eyes going a bit wild, panicking just a tiny tiny bit. Hobi wraps his arms around him in a hug and holds him through the anxiety. You are already down the street when Hobi lets go.
"Breath hyung, it's just a few days, she'll be back by Friday."
"Yeah, Friday." Yoongi replies sullenly.
âSheâs gonna be fine hyung.â
âYeah,â Yoongi says, staring after you.
~-~
You fall asleep sometimes after the little roadside bakery. it was just as cute as Namjoon promised, with a pink interior and a whole bunch of different scones and muffins and cupcakes. A small purple box of them in the back of the car sloshes with the movement of the backcountry roads. a full belly of half-finished treats, blueberry scones, and coffee cake muffins, lulls you to sleep in the warm interior of the car.
Namjoonâs soft presence in the driverâs seat and his hand on your thigh does wonders to settle you from the fraught feeling that youâd had while leaving the house. Really, you don't know what you were so worried about.
Namjoon leans over when trafficâs paused, to wipe a tiny crumb from your cheek. Smiling softly. Is this how Hobi feels when he goes on drives with you? Namjoon can see why he likes it- watching your head lull, the soft sound of your breathing, and your sweet scent building and building in the contained interior of the car until Namjoonâs lungs ache with it.
You sleep almost the whole way, only waking when the sun is low in the sky and the scenery is starting to go all moss green and pretty. The country roads are not as maintained here- and the wheels of the lambo start to thud and bump over potholes and cracks. One particularly heavy thud makes you rouse.
âWeâre almost there,â he says, and you sip from the water bottle and yawn, Your eyelashes feel so heavy. Gone is suburban sprawl and the lights from distant cities. You bob and weave through switchbacks and steep hills. The thick clouds cover the scenery like a blanket. Maybe itâs mist or steam?
It feels like you too are covered with something heavy and hazy.
The onsen is a tangle of buildings deep in a grove of tall pine trees. The forest is dark green and dotted with bright splotches of pink, the whole drive up to the front is lined with them. it's so pretty you press your cheek to the window. Youâre not feeling any more awake by the time you roll up to the front of the onsen and Namjoon parks and tells you that you can stay inside while he checks in.
Itâs a traditional style building with thick black tiled roofs and smooth polished wooden beams. Deep dark streams run from building to building, and a covered path crisscrosses back and forth. people walk past in white fluffy robes, clutching grey towels to their chests.
A child somewhere giggles, and your eyes flutter closed, leaning your cheek on the door, nose poked out the open window. You can feel the heat from here.
Namjoon gets your keys and your directions to your room from the kind elderly omega at the front. Your suite is at the edge of the property, secluded and far away from the communal baths that require bathing suits. But Namjoon booked this suite for a reason- because itâs private, you donât need to separate by secondary gender at all.
You don't even need to wear your bathing suits if you don't want too.
It is far away from the main building though, by the time he pulls the car up to the front you have nodded off again, the warm air tickling your face. Hobiâs hat is discarded in your lap.
Itâs really warm here, that must be why you fall asleep so easily, right?
You can feel the bob of Namjoonâs steps, his arms underneath you. The feeling of warm air billowing tickles your face. Your arms weakly wind around his neck, when Namjoon sets you on your feet and you teeter, still half asleep.
âSorry pup, I just need to shut the door.â Namjoon steers you gently towards the bed and you blink, looking up at him, a little out of it. Yawning so wide and long that your jaw pops.
âSorry, I donât know why I canât seem to wake up.â Â
âYouâre a little scent drunk- itâs okay.â Namjoon presses a glass of water into your hands and you look around your hotel room.
The smooth dark floor compliments the white walls and earth tones of the furniture. The onsen staff were nice enough to open the doors to your courtyard and warm sweet air rolls in along with the steam. From your bed (king-sized, but smaller than youâre used to since your bed at home is two king-sized smushed together) you can see out into the courtyard.
The wide room looks out over onto a courtyard, a deep inset pool on the floor with water that flows freely from one suite to the others- quartered off between units by high wooden fences. Great swathes of grasses and half a dozen tall weeping cherry trees rim the edge of your courtyard.
Grown in and gnarled. They have to have been here longer than you've been alive. Thick roots push up the soil and the grasses and the tiled edge of the pool on the far side. Long tendrils of pink flowers flutter, you have to stand up and go to the opening to get closer.
âPretty, isnât it?â Namjoon offers, close behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to rest against his chest while you look out at the deep pool. The dark green tile camouflages the bottom and makes the pink petals stand out. Its calm surface dances with flower petals and steam. Itâs probably chest-high on Namjoon at its deepest.
âItâs so peaceful,â you say, your voice hardly a whisper. Nothing beyond the gentle falling petals and your alphaâs breathing behind you disturbs it. Namjoon's thumbs rub up and down your elbows. His nose trails down the side of your throat.
âApparently the hot water helps the cherry trees bloom a lot more vibrantly.â
âDo you think Hobi would plant us one of these if we asked him?â
âI think heâd do it the second you said you wanted it. Even if it was 3 in the morning, heâd start digging.â
You giggle and relax back into his touch.
Theyâre beautiful. You chose the perfect time of year because thereâs still countless blossoms on the trees and yet big bunches have gathered on the outdoor patio, some even flutter inside falling like snow.
You squeal, and suddenly with more energy, Namjoon laughs as you pick up a big handful of petals and blow them in his face. "Oh no you don't- this is war!" He stoops, picks up his own handful and you go like that, throwing blossoms at each other like they're snowballs until you're both covered in pink. Giggling and clinging to each other. Namjoon picks one from your eyelashes.
"Wait! Yoongi wanted pictures." You send one to the group chat, your cheek smushed to Namjoon's cheek, both of you covered with tiny pink petals. Namjoon turns and kisses one off your cheek, and the resulting photo ends up becoming his home screen eventually.
âWant to put on our bathing suits?â You nod jauntily, starting to move in the direction of your suitcases to get them but Namjoon shakes his head. âStay put, Iâll get them.â He pauses for a second, trailing his nose up the side of your throat again, eyebrows furrowed. your whole body goes shivery. He crosses the room to the suitcase while you hide your blush, turning away to watch the cherry blossoms flutter in another strong breeze.
But then thereâs a crash and you look back.
Namjoonâs standing pink-cheeked. Looking down at the tangle of clothes and your suitcase upended on the floor. Looking from you to the pile and the rivers of pink and purple and pastel lace upended out onto the floor. The lingerie that Tae packed for you that Namjoon was definitely not supposed to see until they actually got on your body.
 You stoop to get them before he can, shoving them back inside. Cheeks aflame. âTae- she- I donât know why she-â
âItâs okay- ugh- uhmâ Namjoon is so red you think he might be transmuting into a tomato. Namjoon swallows hard, picks up his swim trunks from the floor and you wheel your luggage into the bathroom, a strappy thong gets tangled in one of the wheels and you drag it with a loud squeak until it's inside.
You shut the door but the damage is already done. You let out a quiet embarrassed whine.
You find yourself pacing back and forth in front of the mirror for a moment. Struggling with your fancy dress thatâs for tomorrow nightâs dinner, hanging it up with a huff so that it doesn't get any more wrinkles. shaking off your embarrassment. It's just Namjoon, he's seen you in your lingerie before.
You knew what you were agreeing to going on this vacation with Namjoon. A solo vacation just for the two of you sends a very very pointed message. This is a sexy vacation- a private suite and a private onsen only means one thing and now at the precipice of it you feel- you feel-
Namjoon nocks, but you tell him you need a minute trying not to sound scared.
You donât even know why you feel scared; youâve had sex with Namjoon before, and taking him is no longer quite as daunting of a task as it once was. But you feel unsettled. Out of your depth here. Intimacy and romance are so much harder without your pack around you to reassure you to egg you on.
You need to call Tae.
She picks up on the second ring, âPup!â she sounds happy and bubbly even through the phone. You even hear a bit of relief in her voice. âIâm doing my nails upstairs because Jin and Jungkook are being loud; did you get to the hotel yet? How are the flowers?â
âTaeâ you hiss, keeping your voice down. âDid you think Iâd spend the whole weekend lounging in lingerie!? You didnât even pack me a bathing suit!â You whine. Still pacing.
âWell, I was actually hoping youâd spend the whole weekend getting your lingerie torn off of you but-â
âMommyâ you whine, and she quiets.
âItâs at the bottom, the dark red one with the flowers.â You find it, if only because itâs a bright oxblood in the mess of pastels. Itâs dotted with pale yellow flowers and crossing straps that are supposed to tie around the slimmest part of your waist several times. Itâs very Tae. Strappy and sexy and so tiny. The triangles are so small, it might as well be lingerie too.
âTae- this isnât going to fit me.â
âYes, it doesâ she quips. âI measured.â You flush. Youâre sure she did actually measure, probably during one of your morning preening and grooming sessions that you have a habit of spending mostly in omegaspace, an eager puppet to her hands. The idea that youâd been so far down, so trusting that you didnât even notice warms your blood.
But Tae chose this for you, your alpha chose this for you and your other alpha. Tae does often know best. She knows what Namjoon likes.
Your heart rate slows a little. but you don't let Tae off that easy. âTae- this is just a mess of strings,â she giggles, and you know just from the sound of it that she did this on purpose.
âCome on, live a little.â
âI know but- but-â you sit on the toilet, and she hums.
You wait, sensing that sheâs yet to speak. You can hear Namjoon in the other room, starting to pace. You swear you hear him talking too. The hushed grumble as he talks to someone over the phone to someone.
âIâm sorry, I should have packed you something more modest. I just thought youâd want to- I donât know, tell me off if I'm wrong but- Don't you want to explore a little? You can have both. Being wanted and being treated delicately- it's not one or the other.â
Your breath hitches, and you wonder how she managed to hit it right on the head. You do feel delicate- you've felt delicate the whole day.
âYou can wear skimpy clothes and Namjoon will just be happy he gets to look at you. He still wonât do anything unless you say you want him to. Heâs well-behaved like that.â
âMommy-â
âYou love feeling cute, you love feeling wanted. Let him want you pup, it doesnât have to mean anything.â
âYouâre just saying that because you like to give Namjoon a hard time.â
âItâs a love languageâ that does get a giggle out of you. She sounds satisfied, her voice a purr, but she still apologizes. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you upset.â
âYou didnât, I just panicked in the moment.â You pause, and Tae doesnât fill the space with chatter. âI feel so innocent around him, so- not like this. Not that itâs dirty to dress this way, justâŠâ You trail off.
"The pack alpha loves you, heâs gonna think youâre stunning no matter what. You could walk out in nothing and heâd still probably ask before he looked at you.â
âI kinda want him to look at me,â You admit, confess. âI kinda like making him have to restrain himself.â You have no reason to be nervous.
Taeâs voice is a purr, âThereâs my girl. What do you say?â
âThank you mommy.â
âAre you gonna be a good girl for the pack alpha?â Her voice is a dark purr.
âNo mommy.â
"Perfect. Love you. Have fun. Make sure Namjoon gets a nosebleed.â
âLove you too, tae?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
~-~
Namjoon does what Tae expected when you open the door.
Heâs standing by the edge of the bed looking at his phone, tapping away while you stand, waiting. âI ordered us food, I know itâs a little early but weâre so far away from town, I just thought-â
He looks up at you and promptly drops his phone. He tries to catch it but fails. Then he tries to lean down to grab it and smacks his head on the bed.
Itâs soft, so he sort of bounces back up. Â
He grips his forehead and you cover your giggle with your hand. âSorry I shouldnât be laughing, are you okay?â
âTotally fine. Yup. Totally- really good-â and his mouth goes dry at the away of your hips walking over to him. Namjoonâs red all the way from his collar to his ears.
After a moment of just staring at you he tears off his shirt, over his head, quick. His hair is all fluffy and spikey when he comes out the other side. âItâs like really hot in here, right? Not just me, right?"
You blink up at him. Your grin already teasing.
"That was not a pick-up line.â He tries to justify. Panicked.
âSort of sounded like a pick-up line.â
Namjoon stares at your face, âIâm trying really hard not to look down. Itâs taking like- all of my brain power.â
You put your arms behind your back, bouncing back and forth on the balls of your feet. âYou can look if you want.â
Namjoon does look, eyes drifting from string to string, words tangling behind his bitten lips. You can hear the growl build in his throat. He crosses his arms, biting his fist in an effort not to say something stupid as you twirl and show him your bikini. When you look back, his knuckles bear the red imprints of his teeth.Â
âSorry, let me start again- you look great. Awesome- 5 stars, want to swim with you so hard- I mean bad! I thought maybe I should order food, so I did that- order food. I know I should have asked you what you want to eat but I just got like- a lot of food instead. And I also door-dash candy because you like sweet stuff for dessert. but the main house sells buns until 8 pm- not that they could be better than your buns- I mean the red bean buns you make a home! Not your butt- I mean thatâs really nice too. I mean- shit- I mean-â
âNamjoon?â
âYeah?â
âStop talking.â
âIâll stop talking yeah. Probably a good idea,â Namjoon leaves his phone on the floor, watching you, blinking like he doesnât quite believe his eyes. Traceing the strings that cross your body. âFucking hell-â
In a moment of bravery, you reach back and pull at the strings, and a sound dies in Namjoonâs throat as it falls off of you string by string. You keep eye contact with Namjoon the whole time. You watch him swallow hard, and it seems like he doesnât know what to do with his hands.
You reach to the side of your hip and pull at those strings too and the rest falls to the floor.
Namjoon forcefully keeps his eyes on your face, But his eyes are dark and gentle, honey and vibrant with the force of his wanting, lips parting in an unsteady breath.
âFuckâ
You turn and walk into the pool, not looking back at him as you go. your heart thundering in your ears as you struggle not to trip or slip on the smooth decking and then grab onto the railing like a lifeline and lower yourself into the dark water.
The onsen water is clear and clean- warm almost to the point of being too hot and stinging your skin. But some part of you, the same part of you that had you turning belly down in the nest earlier, loves the warmth and wants to roll around in it. Easing in with a sigh, looking back at him, your hair tickling your shoulders wet.
You donât speak, and neither does he as he walks to the edge of the decking, following you as if heâs in a trance.
Namjoon stands there for a moment. And then he stoops, pulls down his swimming trunks too, somehow manages not to trip over them while he steps out of them in the process. And you canât stop your flickering eyes south.
You lean your cheek up against the smooth wood decking and look up at him.
He's almost all the way hard, your pulse quickens at the way his cock lies against his thigh, the way he twitches just a little under your gaze. you push back and float into the middle of the pool.
He follows you in and when he moves through the dark water in your direction you donât move back. you let him scoop you up and pull your slick body against this. Both of you bare, both of you hidden beneath the dark water. He feels so good, hard and strong and familiar against your front. The last of your fear disappears the second Namjoon touches you and you remember.
For a second you think his hands are going to slide south to grab at your ass, your chest, or anywhere else- but he doesn't. Namjoon doesn't make to kiss you, he just holds you to his chest, hugging you bare. The same way he hugs you in the morning, at night when he gets home. You're nude, but instead of making to have you. For a second Namjoon just holds you.
Safe.
âYou know, even though weâre nude we donât need to- if you donât-â he pauses and you watch Namjoon war with what this calls for too. A very sexy vacation usually means lots of filthy nasty sex but-
Namjoonâs pectorals in the water cause little ripples. You wind your arms around his neck pressing yourself closer. The water might be warm, but it's him you reach for and cling to in the water.
âCan we just stay here for a while? Just close like this?â
âYeah,â His voice sounds so husky, so rough, his nose traces yours, but he doesn't lean in to kiss you. Just holding you is enough. There will be more than enough time for kisses later. âYeah, I like the idea of that.â
Namjoon takes you to the deep end, still holding you up, past the point where your feet can touch the bottom. The warm water and his warm body around you feels so good. You can feel his hard cock pressed between you and your stomach (itâs kind of hard to ignore the literal third leg that Namjoon has) but thereâs no rush to do anything about it as he holds you. No rush to abandon the quiet and the gently falling dusk.
The pink petals that dance on the surface of the hot water like stars dance upon the night sky. The steam rises up around you and water gathers on Namjoonâs lower lip.
Namjoon does not try and touch you, he doesnât slide his hands down to your ass, he just pulls back to look at you and yet keeps you snug. Your nipples are hard, brush his skin, and you hiss, sensitive. He doesnât need to say anything, doesnât need to do anything but hold you in the water.
He sways on his tippy toes, and you kick your feet a little, he has a good hold on you but just barely, laughing softly. He meanders back to where it's shallow and he can hold you properly, an apology in his smile. You've got one hand around the back of his neck, your cheek resting against his chest listening to the rabbit hum of his heartbeat, your eyes drooping a little, eyelids heavy.
His hand pets through your hair, tangling at the nape of your neck. Cradling you close. âThank you for coming all this way with me, I really wanted this, just-â His arms tighten around you, âJust this. Physical intimacy isnât just sex and cuddling. This is perfect.â
âYeah,â you say, your voice blocked out by the sound of his heartbeat- or is it yours that you can hear awfully loud? beating rapidly, thudding harder and harder.
It's weird, your heart is beating so fast but you still feel so tired. so tired you just might-
âI know I donât say it often, but I- I really love you; I need to say it more often.â You want to say it back but your mouth is just so sluggish, so tired. Your arms start to go slack around his neck. âI love you so much pup.â
In the silence, the gurgle of the water grows louder and louder and louder.
âPup?â Namjoon pulls away from you for a second to look at your face. Without your arms around his neck, you sink like a lead weight. The water slides past your mouth.
âPup!â
~-~
(The pack, now)
In the wake of you and Namjoon leaving everything feels a little bit off kilter. A little bit not right.
No sooner has the car pulled out of the driveway and your scent has dissipated from the house than Jin is stifling his sniffles and excusing himself to the bathroom only to come back smelling soggy and hormonal and with red-rimmed eyes.
Yoongi casts worried glances in the direction of the driveway and Jimin and Jungkook come back from their run, with a huff and a giggle of thudding feet on the porch. Having nearly everyone home does little to settle or lighten the mood.
They come inside, sweaty and yet cold, scents sweetening until they don't. Hobi watches them realize, almost comically that the den is two packmates short. Jimin goes into Tae's library room and returns empty-handed. Jungkook looks from the couch to Jin's side, his smile falling. âDid they leave already?â
Jin covers his nose with his sleeve. Scowling in Jungkook's direction. âYeah, about an hour ago.â
âDamn,â Jungkook pouts, âI really wanted to see them off.â
Jin turns back to his pancakes with a huff before Jimin can catch his eye. Jimin moves close, but Jin sidesteps him so fluidly that Hobi could almost convince himself that it is just that- fluid and thoughtless.
But Hobiâs not sure. Something feels off. Jinâs scent is too sour, too disjointed like the sweetness and sourness are separate notes for it to be entirely incidental. Jin wrinkles his nose, eyes on the batter, whisking it smooth (he'd deemed the first batch non-palatable and started all over again, under the threat of tears), âCan you shower Jiminie? And would someone open the windows- itâs stifling in here.â
Jimin is a good alpha, just nods and looks Jin over. âOkay hyung, are you okay?â
âIâm fine Minnie just-â Jin ignores Jiminâs puppy eyes and Jungkookâs and Taeâs (Yoongi still hasnât torn his eyes off of the driveway) gesturing wildly with the whisk. âIf you donât all settle then you'll have to have breakfast on the table instead of the couch where I know you stinky little pups want to eat it. Iâll count to three. Oneâ
Thatâs all it takes, and the three of them are leaping hand over hand to sit on the couch instead. Jin fluffs back, satisfied at being obeyed. Hobi stays close. Jimin scents over Taeâs shoulder and then heads upstairs.
âLet me help?â Hobi offers, and Jin nods, sidestepping him once again as Hobi reaches around him to turn on the electric griddle.
Hobi doesnât play music while they cook for the sake of Saturday morning cartoons (theyâre not cartoons- just the episode of the drama that Tae missed last night when she decided sheâd rather retreat upstairs with you and Hobi instead of watching it with Jin. And itâs a Wednesday, not a Saturday) the familiar just-seen sounds do not lull Jin into a reverie, because Jin is not easily lulled this morning.
Something is wrong with Jin hyung, and he just wonât say what.
Instead of retreating to the couch to cuddle like Hobi can tell Jin needs, he just keeps cooking. Even though Hobi's usually the one who handles pancakes, makes them into nice hearts and stars and squiggles. Not the weird and lopsided ovals that Jin makes. Jin just canât sit down or stop moving, can't stop the feeling like something bad will happen if he stops-
An animal claws at his chest, a feeling without a name, hungry and frightened. A wolf backed into a corner will bite and Jin feels claustrophobic- something pressing in around him from all sides.
Your scent and Jungkookâs scents are the only ones unoffensive for some reason (Yoongi's would be too- if he didn't smell so worried), maybe it's because you're among the lowest in the hierarchy. Hobi's is a little better- if only because he smells like soft alpha instead of heady strong alpha. Hobiâs caramel scent is mild. At ease.
For that reason alone, he's allowed to stay close.Â
Something in Jin's chest purrs when he gets Jin a plate for the finished pancakes. What a good alpha, what a capable alpha. So thoughtful.
Pack Alpha chose well.
Pack alpha? Where is alpha? Abandoned? Alone? Pup? Where is pup? Stole pup. Bad alpha. Nest thief. Icky alphas shouldn't steal pups that don't belong to them. Need pup. Need nest, need pack alpha, need-
Jin breathes in for 5 and out for 9. Unsure why his instincts are making a rare appearance this morning, why he's feeling his inner omega chomping at the edges of his mind for a chance to get out.
He busies himself making more pancakes than any one pack could conceivably eat in one morning. No matter how many times Hobi and Tae ask him to just rest. To put the batter away for later, he just hums at them and moves on.
Itâs like heâs worried heâll lose his momentum if he sits. Standing in front of the sizzling griddle with a spatula in hand his pout ever-present. Making more and more pancakes even though almost everyone is full. Jimin comes back and takes a good stack. Jin almost purrs in satisfaction.
Jin hasnât even eaten a single one.
Jungkook watches Jin from the kitchen island where he munches on his plate, not taking his eyes off of the other omega. Lips glossy from maple syrup.
The pancakes pile up high with no one to eat them and the hours drag on and on. Past the time when you and Namjoon should have arrived at the onsen. Jungkookâs cheeks are sticky and round with the bites. Jin says heâs not hungry, but the truth is his stomach is roiling with nausea.
Yoongi and Hobi cast glances at each other over his head, at least whenever Yoongi tares his focus away from the driveway.
Jin hyung might be inconsolable, but Yoongi's distress is a little more manageable. He steps close as they wash dishes, bumping elbows and trying to catch the beta's eye. âWant to go for a drive later hyung?â
If Hobi asked you he knows youâd be up and out the door without another word. But Yoongi is not you. Yoongi just glances, looking from Hobi to the front door nervously.
Something is definitely up.
After a moment Yoongi just shakes his head, and Hobi tries not to feel a little disappointed. âSorry Daisy, just-â Something flickers across Yoongiâs face. Heâs really bad at keeping secrets, Hobi doesn't know how he kept the whole mafia thing under wraps for so long. His concern for you is so palpable that Hobi almost wants to call you just to alleviate it.
(That wouldn't be right, the whole pack had agreed to leave your and Namjoon's time alone, to give you both space this weekend. It's okay. It's going to be okay; they'll survive.)
(This sucks, not having everyone togeather sucks, everything sucks.)
Maybe Hobi doesn't understand Yoongi's single-minded focus- not being mated and all. Does Yoongi feel your absence like a physical ache? Or is it more of a wound without any blood? What does it feel like- to have your soul-bonded partner so far away?
The beta hums, looking back out the window. Noodle is out there, in the middle of the cul-de-sac staring yoongi down through the kitchen window.
Yoongi flinches. "Jesus Christ that fucking cat-"
Hobi glances up and smiles. Noodle's tail goes up and he trots to the front door at the sight of Hobi in the window. Hobi snorts, "He's just like you waiting for her to come home."
âHe is not like me, if I was a cat I'd be less fluffy. And probably black."
"Whatever you say hyung."
Jin snorts, getting in on it, acting normal for the first time in hours and Hobi wants to sag against the countertop in relief. "You'd have a rat tail. it would have like no hair."
"Would not"
"Would too-"
Jimin's footsteps thunder down the stairs. "I'd be a Calico!"
"You'd be a munchkin Minnie- not a calico."
"Can I be a Norwegian forest cat? The orange ones? They're so pretty!"
Tae prattles on about Warrior Cats, one of the first series that she ever read, and everyone lets her talk about the story because everyone is sort of hopelessly in love with Tae. As the only girl home right now- she deserves a little bit of indulging.
Jungkook stays silent, watching Jin. It's a little unnerving like Noodle watching Yoongi through the open window. Jin ignores him.
Hobi puts the bowl of pancake batter to the side. Reaching out to tangle his hand with Yoongi, kicking a hip against the counter. âYou sure getting out of here might not help you for a little bit?â It's a weak offering even to Hobi's own ears. Yoongi tips his head to the TV.
"It's just getting good, maybe- maybe later?" Hobi hums in agreement, later he can handle. Later still means there might be more instead of outright rejection.Â
On the screen, the K-drama villain has a predictable meltdown about a trivial work conflict. Tae sits with her legs folded under her at rapt attention.
There is a brush between her and Jimin on the couch. Hobi wishes he could capture the way that Jimin is looking at her and save it to show you. He's drinking in her little ohs and ahs like they're ambrosia as he combs her hair back and does her little French braids. Jimin has been practicing. Hobi watches as he delicately tucks her little baby hairs into the twist, not missing a single one.
Tae's bubblegum mouth widens at the love confession on screen. "I knew it! I knew he couldn't have secondary lead syndrome!" Jimin just huffs letting Tae shift moving with her before the braids have a chance to pull out of his hands.
"You were right" he agrees, "I shouldn't have been suspicious." Tae glances back at him, smiles in that told you so but I'm not going to say it way, and then turns back. Hobi smiles a little; heâs so down bad.
Jungkook sits at the kitchen island instead of the couch, alternating between watching the TV and watching Jin. Eyes bright with suspicion.
Jin flips each of the pancakes in quick secession, goes back to whipping up fresh batter, and then goes back to flipping so quick that it almost gives Hobi whiplash. Yoongi notices it too, goes over to Jinâs side trying to touch his elbow but is met with a short-tempered glare.
âJinnie honey, I think youâve made enough pancakes.â
Jin scoffs and continues, it doesnât matter that itâs well into the afternoon now, that really- they could and should be making dinner at this point. The whole day has come and gone with the pack just like this, cooking pancakes and watching Jin like heâs a ticking time bomb.
âJust one more-â Yoongi sighs. Jin goes back to flipping the pancakes. Doing it with too much force, too much finesse.
Jin tries to flip one and misses. It lands batter-side down on the floor with a wet thwack.
Hobi, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Jin all look at it for a second. And then Jin sort of predictably- sort of out of nowhere, bursts into tears.
âHyung? Hyung, whatâs up? Hey donât-"
Jin scrubs at his eyes angrily, shaking his head and stopping Hobi from cupping his cheeks. Side-stepping Yoongiâs out-stretched hands, and slapping the entire metal bowl of pancake batter (still a quarter full) into the sink with a loud clang of dishes and ceramic. Maybe something breaks.
He waves off Hobiâs hands, big rivulets carving their way down his cheeks.
Jimin reaches to pause the drama. Getting up in about two seconds, detangling himself from Tae with a startled, âhyung?â
Jungkook huffs and everything feels dissonant. How is it that everything feels off with just you and Namjoon gone? Everyone is a little on edge. If Namjoon were here heâd just hug Jin and everything would be fine. If you were here- youâd bound up between both Hobi and Yoongi and make them go on a walk with you to see more flowers and it would be just that- easy and effortless.
This is not easy, and the effort is palpable. The way that Jin has to steady his breath and articulate his words. âNothingâs wrong. Iâm fine just-â
Jin shares a look with Yoongi and Yoongi looks away.
Now Hobi really feels left out, hands tightening, looking from one packmate to another, âwhatâs wrong? What arenât you guys saying? Why are you crying?â
Jungkookâs lips smack together with the sound of syrup sticking to his plush lips. His fork scrapes dully against his plate and Hobi grits his teeth.Â
âWhat?â he stresses.
Jungkook just shrugs and chews. âYoongi's upset because he knew Y/n was in pre-heat but he let her leave anyway and now he's regretting itâ The ice water feeling of shock settling over his whole body is enough that Hobi almost misses Jungkookâs next words. â-And Jin Hyungâs upset because heâs in pre-heat too and just doesnât want to admit it. Because if he admits it then it means that his alpha left his nest with his pup and that makes him feel sad. Heâs feeling sensitive so don't tease.â
Are you in pre-heat? Is this really happening? Hobi thinks back to how youâd looked when youâd left; How youâd looked cold just standing in the kitchen, looked a little ashen too- like you hadnât been able to wake up all the way.
You hadnât looked like you were going into pre-heat this morning- granted going into heat looks a little different on every omega but you were nothing like Jin is now; snappish, overstimulated, bratty. If anything, youâd just looked tired and a little cold. almost likeâŠ
Almost like your body was telling you to stay put. To stay and nest where itâs safe.
Only you hadnât listened, and now you're three hours away from them with only one alpha instead of the many you'll need.
Hobi feels so many things in quick succession. One second shocked the next insecure and sort of disappointed in himself for not realizing it and being more attuned with his packmates. The next thing he feels is begrudging relief because Hobi's not being a bad packmate; none of them know just what your pre-heat looks like yet. They can all be forgiven for not noticing- Even Yoongi who despite the mating bond has never seen you in heat before.
There's also a possibility that they're wrong too- you could be going into a false heat, or you could just have been looking sick this morning. There is no real way to know without you here. If you actually are in heat, Namjoon will notice.
Jin is another story.
Jin's pre-heats never look like this.
Usually, he starts them feeling needy and over-tired. Sometimes his temperature drops because Jin's body is trying to force him to nest. the same way yours might have been this morning.
Then his body pushes him closer and closer to omegaspace. That's the first tip-off; because Jin doesn't need omegaspace the same way you or Jungkook do. Whereas you get almost babyish, sluggish, and tiny- Jin gets pouty and mothering like a broody hen. It's the difference between pack-omegaspace and regular omegaspace.
Suddenly, the pile of pancakes makes a lot of sense. Jin isn't just making sure his own body is prepared for his heat, but the rest of theirs is too. His nestmates, his pups.
9 times out of 10 Namjoon knows before Jin does, tells him, warns him and the rest of them, and the pack has more time to prepare. Jungkook is a little more sporadic, rarely ever goes cold before he goes hot, just treads straight into a fever and omegaspace zoomies that slowly melts into a need to be bred full.
But when Hobi breathes deep he catches it- the faintest hint of cloying sweetness drawing them in. Breeding hormones are to an alpha like a moth is to a flame and Jin is only just starting to smell sweeter. He's so upset that Hobi can hardly make sense of the sweetness in the sourness of his scent. Â
That's the thing about broody pack omega's- they go protective before they go sweet.
Jin goes from upset to angry quick enough to give the whole pack whiplash. Enough that Jimin has to get in between Yoongi and him with the way Jin lunges. Jin's teeth snap sending the rest of the reeling. Jimin is several heads shorter than Jin, and canât contain him or the anger of an omega on a hormone high. Â Â Â Jin's hiss is acidic as he grips Yoongi's shoulders around Jimin, âYou let my pup go away, you let my pup go when she could be in heat? Have you lost your mind?â
For what itâs worth Yoongi does not flinch. He doesnât even move away when Jin grabs him by his chubby cheeks. Jin looks like he hasnât even absorbed the second part of Jungkookâs message.
âNamjoonâs clueless when it comes to heats! Heâs an alpha- heâs not going to be able to help her nest or keep her safe or-â Jin pales, actually goes white as a sheet. Yoongiâs teeth worry at his lower lip.
âShe wanted to go, she wanted to make her own choices and she said she wasnât in pre so I trusted her.â
âShe is a pup Yoongi!â Jin bares his teeth. Eyes wild, that picture of a pack omega whose nest has just been threatened. Whose pup has just been stolen.
âShe deserves to decide what she wants to do for herself- if she wants to spend her heat with just Namjoon then weâve got to respect that."
Jin doesnât like it- how Yoongiâs talking back. He Likes what Yoongi's insinuating even less: that you wouldnât want the pack to help you through your heat, that you do not need them.
But you do need them. You need them for everything like a pup would. To remind you to brush your hair and be safe and careful. You certainly need them to mind your pleasure and well-being like a garden. You need your pack omega. Yoongi is being stupid. He needs Jin to guide him too- Obviously.
Jin moves, dragging Yoongi over to the kitchen island. For what it's worth Yoongi doesn't fight him or tell him off. Looking just as shocked by the turn of events as they all are. Jin looks a little wild. Tae hides her laugh behind a hand.
Itâs not often Jin takes the Hyungs over his lap for a spanking. Hobi just sighs from behind his ruffled apron when he realizes what's about to happen.
âIn front of my pancakes hyung? Really?â
Jin holds Yoongiâs nape in between his fingers and bends him low over the counter before dispensing a volley of swats over his behind. they're not hard, Yoongi looks more shocked than scolded. More turned on than upset.
âMy pup does not belong to Namjoon!â Yoongi does not push against Jinâs grip because even he can see this is what Jinnie needs. If Jin really is in pre-heat then this is like a balm to his emotions- friable and feeble. Jin doesn't tolerate feeling out of control and if doling out a punishment is what he needs to feel steady then the whole pack will get on their knees.
Jinâs almost teary when he says it âShe should be with me- especially if sheâs in pre-heat. Sheâs mine- not Namjoonâs- not yours- mine.â
Other omegaâs serve a purpose during the pack omegaâs heat; they're there to make sure the nest stays tended to, prepared for pups and alphaâs. Other omegaâs are there to warm and fluff and cuddle between the spikes of heat when the need for a knot becomes a need for simple closeness. With scent and touch sensitivity heightened- a soft omega is the equivalent of a fresh breath of air.
(Even then, Jinâs anger at you for not being home is a little over the top. Especially given that out of all of them Yoongi has maybe the greatest incentive to want you home).
Jungkook knows this, he lets Jin have a few spanks, a dozen before he stands up, wipes his hands clean of sticky syrup, and reaches out to pinch Jinâs scent gland.
A whine shocks out of Jinâs throat and he clamps a hand over his mouth, blinking rapidly. The rest of the pack watches as the wild threatened look vanishes from Jinâs eyes and itâs like heâs lucid for a moment. He seems to realize what heâs doing looking down at the position he has Yoongi in. The betaâs flaming cheeks and shocked blinking. The vaguely amused look in Taeâs eyes, the gentle resignation and concern in Jungkookâs. He lets Yoongi go quickly, hands trembling.
âFuck, Iâm sorry.â Yoongi gets up, pink-cheeked, and Jin backs away from all of them. âI didnât mean to do that- I didnât even want to do that.â Heâs close to tears again. Itâs not the first time one of them got an impromptu spanking from the pack omega. But what is shocking is Jinâs guilt.
There is a certain level of dominance that they've all agreed to all consented to being a part of this pack. Jin didn't even hurt Yoongi, and he's not thinking clearly. Hobi doubts there's even red marks.
Jin just needs an outlet for his instincts.
Jungkook stalks towards him, determined, and the hair on the back of Jinâs neck stands up.
âI think itâs cute that youâre so worried about her when youâre so clearly in pre-heat too hyung. Don't ignore me.â
Jin nearly snaps his teeth with how quick he goes toe to toe with the youngest. The alphaâs do worse regularly when tensions are high, but still itâs so strange to see Jin act anything like aggressive- especially directed against the youngest and for hardly anything more than a cocky tone. Jin and Jungkook go toe to toe.
âIâm not ignoring you, you're just wrong. Iâm not in pre-heat."
Jungkook just grins and reaches out to touch Jinâs chest. Cupping him where he knows heâs sensitive. Jin lets out a high-pitched keen and almost sags, would probably fall if Jungkook didn't catch him by the elbow.Â
It makes every alpha in the room stand to attention. Sit up. Nervous. âSensitive here, right? And you still want to say youâre not- when youâve been snappy the whole day because you just want to nest and not be upright- when you just want what your alphas arenât giving you- your omegaâs and your knots.â
Jin bites his lips, covering his chest with his hands and stepping back. Looking a little stunned. âYouâre in pre-heat hyung.â
The whole room is silent, but after a second, Hobi reaches for Jinâs phone on the counter. âIâm calling Namjoon.â
Jinâs hand wraps around Hobiâs wrist stopping him- his upper lip lifts in a near feral hiss.
âDonât you fucking dare.â
~-~
(You and namjoon)
You wrap the terry cloth robe around you more firmly, fighting back a blush as the manager of the onsen stands up from your side. If she were an alpha, things would be a lot different and you doubt that Namjoon would let her get at all close to you. But Namjoon doesnât have any problem with letting her check you over, verifying that the water wasnât too hot and that everything is fine.
Everything is far from fine.
There had to have been some reason for you to pass out no more than an hour ago. You didnât just fall asleep- that much you know, after coming too to black spots in your vision and dizziness so complete you doubt you could stand without falling over right now. To Namjoon frantically calling your name and covering you with a towel.
Everything smells a little off too- a little dampened, you paw at your nose, wondering why you canât seem to smell the omega- given sheâs old. But you canât smell Namjoon either. Itâs a little distressing, not being able to smell your pack alpha. Your nose doesnât feel stuffy.
Weird.
Namjoon checked you over too. Youâd already sort of been coming around after he dragged your limp body out of the hot water, but heâd been a little startled. Youâre kind of thankful that his frantic call had fucked up, that heâd accidentally called the front desk instead of 911 if only to spare yourself the embarrassment of a trip to the hospital and probably a trip home. Â
You feel too sluggish for that- like everything is moving at 2x speed and your brain is on pause. Now, you rub at your nose and let Namjoon and the omega duke it out. âIt was probably just the heat of the onsen. Young omegas tend to be a little more affected by sharp temperature changes.â
Namjoon grits his teeth, âsheâs taken hot baths before.â
The elderly omega raises her eyebrow, âIn magnesium-rich water?â
Namjoon deflates and admits âNoâ after a second. She stands from the bed and nods like her work is done. âit was in the pamphlet. I recommend you rest well tonight and then enjoy it in the morning, youâve traveled far.â Namjoon holds your hand tight. His fingers pressed to your wrist, feeling the flutter of your pulse against his skin.
âThe pamphlet?â The manager hunts it down, and after a second digs it out from under the bed, cast from the bed to the floor by the mishap with your suitcase. Leave it to Joonie to be so excited he didnât look before he put it down. Properly scolded, Namjoon takes the pamphlet.
Namjoon says something to the old lady in the doorway, comes back inside with a few plastic shopping bags, and you remember the food. It must have been delivered sometime in the last hour, because it still looks and smells hot when he sets it on the side table.
Huh, your nose doesn't seem to have any problem smelling the food- just Namjoon. Weird.
Namjoonâs looking at you in a way that youâre familiar with. The same way he looks at Jungkook after his seizures. âCan you get me a shirt?â Namjoon gives you one of his, probably the one heâd planned on sleeping in. He watches as you pull it over your head, watches as it pools on your bare thigh.
Itâs nighttime now, and the lights outside are mainly pointed up at the trees lighting them from below. You leave the large glass doors open, cautioning in some of the warm sweet-smelling air and a few cherry blossoms inside. They flutter and stick to the big puddles on the wooden floor. Puddles from you when Namjoon dragged you out of the water catch the light like silver.
Namjoonâs medical bag is already on the side. He must have gotten it from the car although youâre not sure when. You look at him and he tucks his chin looking a bit like a kicked puppy. The concern in his eyes makes you feel all warm in your stomach.
âAre you going to keep looking at me like that until you check me again?â
âYesâ you make a noise, and surrender yourself to him again, Namjoon moves- almost jaunty.
He checks your blood pressure again, the movement behind your eyes with a small flashlight, you follow his instructions like the good pup you are. Everything quiet except for the faint trickle of water outside and the low hum of his voice.
When Namjoon asks you to lean forward so that he can sneak a stethoscope onto your back and listen to your lungs and heart, you nose and nuzzle at his shoulder. Eyelashes fluttering. After a few moments, he makes to stand back but your arms tug him close, keep him that way, almost purring.
Now you know why you couldnât smell him earlier- itâs because you werenât close enough, now youâre under his thumb you can finally smell him again and he smells so musky. You drink him in, rubbing small circles with your nose.
"Pup" he stresses. You pay him no mind.
Namjoon smells good today. Really really good. youâre not sure what it is but- he smells richer, maybe not any different than usual- but almost like you can sense more. Pick up on every little thing, every pulse of his heartbeat makes his scent flutter out stronger like a ripple. Promising safety and protection. You really are going to start purring.
Namjoon stops you the second before you try to bite him.
You blink up at him, mouth open. His hand grips your cheeks and you close your mouth with a faint click. "Sorry- I don't know why I-" Namjoon bites his lip while you rub your eyes, he waits until you can quiet the purring in your throat. You search for the word, âpurry? bitey?â
âItâs fine,â Namjoonâs still watching you like a hawk.
You blink slowly, eyelids heavy. Youâre still really tired, really drowsy. âThen why are you looking at me like that?â
âYour heart rate is a little slow. Iâm worried.â
âIâm fine Joonie.â He looks at your lips and then your eyes, âreally.â You shake yourself awake a little. âWanna eat so much food we get a food coma and then sleep it off?â Itâs barely 6pm but it sounds like a good idea. Namjoon tosses his stethoscope into the chair in the corner of the room and sighs.
Luckily- someone else but Tae seems to have a hand in at least packing you one or two comfy sets of clothes. Youâre mostly clean, too sleepy and dizzy to think about showering again. You dress deftly in your pjâs and Namjoon dresses with his and sets out the food you rest up against the bed, itâs not as good as your nest but still- the sheets are smooth and soft.
You wrinkle your nose, you canât smell anyone but Namjoon, lifting your sleeve to your nose you breathe a deep breath and get a bit of Jin and Jungkook- that does more to settle you.
Itâs been a long time since youâve nested without either of them or their scents. Youâre not sure you like it, youâre not sure you want to nest here.
Namjoon comes back with the rest of the food, but leaves it in a heap on the side table. Thereâs a lump in his throat and his scent sours. âIâm sorry this isnât more fun.â
You reach over to squeeze his hand, âItâs okay Joonie, and this is fun. Iâm sorry I passed out.â
Your pack alpha shakes his head, ânot your fault. Weâll just wait until you get a bit more rest. We can enjoy it tomorrow, right?â You nod, and shuffle over to the edge of the bed so you can kiss him. His pout turns into a smile against your mouth but it still feels like an apology.
âEven just lying here- pinging out on food is still gonna be fun.â Your tone turns to tease. âI mean I know we both through this was supposed to be like a romantic vacation rather than a vacation vacation but-"
Namjoon shakes his head, âI just want to spend time with you.â Â
The two of you get fat and happy on dumplings and pork fried rice, the kind of salty bad American Chinese food that you and Namjoon are both familiar with, that you both like even if the rest of the pack doesnât.
Over the next hour with the TV droning and the warm air wafting into the room- you talk about everything. Spilling peach rings and gummy bears and red vines onto the bedspread. Your feet against his shins, your legs over his lap.
You talk about everything- your childhoods, the fact that yoongi's really close to finishing renovations on the house, getting Noodle a sibling. All of it. That one time that Jimin and Hobi had a competition to see who could eat the most crab Rangoon's in a single sitting and almost vomited. Everything. Reclined back against the bed. You can almost fool yourself into thinking that youâre alright, that nothing is wrong.
But then you get up to brush your teeth.
Namjoon is just shutting the door and the outside lights, turning your room into a pocket of dim yellow light. half of the food put away in the mini fridge but the other half still out and open for grazing. Everything has started to feel cozy and sleepy again and maybe- maybe tomorrow when you wake up, you'll finally feel better.
Youâre just rounding the corner into the bedroom, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth when the cramping hits you.
âOw ow ow what the fuck-â
You almost drop to your knees at the pain, crouching over, catching yourself on the doorway. curling over, anything to release the pressure, the horrible tenseness and unfamiliar pain in your stomach. You go white as a sheet and Namjoon looks so startled. Shouting your name and jumping over the bed, knocking over an open and nearly full container of fried pork rice plain onto the ground. Your toothbrush falls onto the hotel room floor.
âPup! Whatâs wrong!? Whatâs-â Namjoonâs hands are on your shoulders and Youâre still holding your stomach, blinking back the tears in your eyes and whimpering. Namjoon pries your fingers away from your stomach to see- but thereâs nothing. Namjoon touches your stomach- and you keen.
Namjoonâs nostrils flare. And he picks you up from where youâre crumpled on the floor. Itâs not so difficult for him, although he sets you down on the bed with less finesse.
The cramping lasts for a few more seconds. Youâre panting by the time it dissipates. Namjoon makes it so so much better- rubbing a soothing hand up and down your spine, tucking his chin over the ball of your shoulder, and holding you. Ushering you as close to his chest and neck as he can. Something about your alpha being close makes all of this better- makes the cramps subside.
âItâs okay pup, itâs okay, Iâve got you, alphas got you.â
Namjoonâs muscles are shaking. He waits until the cramping stops and you're just breathing heavily. But then he sets you back gently against the bed. Youâre dazed and dizzy where you lie. Whining in displeasure when Namjoon pulls away. Trying to guide your hands away from your stomach. shanking your head as he tries to get you to stop holding it.
âLet me see pup, let me see- Omega.â
Your body breaks out into full body shivers, hands going limp, you freeze and bear your throat so quick you don't even realize what you're doing. Head spinning. room spinning. Your Focus narrows down to Namjoon and his command, Namjoon and what he wants Namjoon and-
His eyebrows are knit together and heâs concentrating on something- thinking hard as he gently detangles your hands
Namjoon swallows, then leans down. Ducking in and sniffing at your stomach. Breathing deep. Nose brushing your naval.
He jerks back abruptly, eyes wide.
Namjoon bursts into action, crossing the room and going into the bathroom where he starts to shove your clothes into your suitcase. Everything from the crumpled lingerie that had tumbled out earlier, to his dirty clothes and bathing suit, everything shoved back inside with little care.
âFuck- fuck-â
You sit up, hair ruffled, âJoonie?â Your dress for tomorrow night gets stuffed into the suitcase roughly, with little care for the delicate silk he canât get it closed around the hanger.
âWeâre going home.â Namjoon looks so stressed, you half wish youâd never driven all the way out here in the first place.
âWhat? Why-â
Namjoonâs phone is on the bed and buried in the sheets, but it starts to ring, its tone loud and shrill. Namjoon hesitates, looking at you and then at the phone. But itâs Hobi's contact, and you reach for it almost before he does.
âHyung thank god-â someone's shouting in the background, itâs Tae even if Hobi's phone is calling. Namjoon put it on speaker but the overlap of loud voices makes the speaker on his phone crackle.
âGive me the phone- I can-â âNo let her speak!â Youâve never heard Yoongi sound so bratty, Jungkook whines and itâs hard to tell exactly who hit the phone and Who exactly called. Their voices overlap, everyone is trying to speak at once. âStop squirming-â "hurry up, Hobi can only distract him for so long."
Namjoon doesnât need to raise his voice to get them to comply, just says âGuys!â in a slightly stern tone and they all fall silent.
âSomethingâs happening, Iâm coming home- we- sheâs-â Namjoon looks at you, and you get the sense that he knows something and heâs just not telling you.
âOh, thank godâ Yoongi sounds relived.
âPlease hurry,â Jimin asks, but Jungkook comes over, snapping his reply.
âWe need to tell him- Jin hyung-" Thereâs a sound of skin hitting skin, and muffled voices like someone just put their hand over Jungkookâs mouth.
Namjoon does not look away from the phone, hand tightening around it. âWait whatâs wrong? Whatâs going on with Jin?â
You perk up at the sound of his name. The pack omega? What possibly could be going on that they need to tell you about. âOmega?â You ask, and Namjoon almost hisses.
âPup" The relief and tiredness is palpable in Jin's voice, he sounds substantially less stern when he hears your voice. "Iâm fine, pup, just-â Silence again. You wish theyâd face timed, that you could see their faces and they could see yours.
âWe waited until we were sure and Jin hyung didnât want to say anything because he didnât want to ruin your vacation but- but-â Jungkook stutters and Jimin comes in behind him. At the sound of one of your alphaâs, you chirp. Slapping a hand over your mouth in surprise.
âJin hyung is in heat.â
You hear a sound, something like a door opening, and Jin's stern tone comes through the line. "You better not be doing what I think you're doing. I told you I didn't want to tell them until tomorrow morning."Â Jin sounds cross, sounds actually angry.
Namjoon looks down at you, gaze conflicted. âFucking hell.â
âI know- Iâm sorry, we waited until we were sure but he started feeling crampy a few minutes ago-â
You touch your own stomach, crampy. Huh that means-
"No, I'm not upset just-âÂ
You take the phone from Namjoon, âalpha.â Your keen is so breathy, you donât know what tips Hobi off if itâs that or the breathlessness to your voice, the way you sound close to tears.
Leaving the den was a very very bad idea. Jimin falls silent on the other line, everyone is quiet for a moment, but then the phone explodes with the sound of arguing.
"I was right! I told you she was in heat hyung's- I told you so!"
"Jungkook, now is so not the time-"
"Ow!"
There's the sound of squabbling, someone pushing at someone else maybe. something hits the phone and it makes a muffled crackling sound. "Jinnie- no biting- hey- no- guys."
You and Namjoon look at the phone, and everyone is silent for a second before you lean over it. "Daddy?"
the sounds of a tussle cut off. âPupâ Jin sounds so sad over the line, not at all like he just bit someone. âCan you come home? I think Iâm gonna go crazy if youâre not-â
âYeah, Namjoonâs already packing.â
âThank god,â Jin sounds close to tears, youâre dizzy, but not so dizzy and out of it that you don't grasp the gravity of the situation. not so dizzy that you canât do what you need to. Jin sounds so so sad.
"I didnât want it to be this way, I wanted your first heat with us to be just you- so I could take care of you, but it doesn't look like it's going to turn out that way.â
âCan you make me a nest Jinnie? A heat nest? I canât, I donât know how.â
âYes.â Jin says, voice going husky. âGonna make you the best heat nest, gonna be so cozy. Gonna be perfect.â He promises, and you smile. Heâs already feeling hazy, you can tell.
Youâre feeling hazy too. Cheek falling against the bed, trying to nuzzle into the phone. âCanât wait, wanna nest with you-â Â
âShit.â âJin donât fall over- here-â you hear a thump, like someoneâs guiding him to a chair.
Namjoon takes control of the situation. âIâll let you know when weâre on the road.â
âNo- donât text and drive.â
âLove you, bye, see you in a bit.â Namjoon hangs up and heaves the suitcase up onto the bed to finish packing. You start to move, but he shoots you a look. âStay here, Iâll carry you.â
âJoonie itâs just pre-heat, I can still walk-â
Namjoon shoves your clothes, your bikini, into the confines of the suitcase. Red strings tangle in his fingers. âDonât care.â
âBut-â Namjoon darts forward, looming over you and you have to fight the urge to tilt your head to the side and show your neck. Holding you by the chin a little roughly. It has the desired effect.
Your instincts preen, alpha's so good. Alpha's so strong, knows just how to handle you. Your heartbeat quickens, and Namjoon glowers. âI think if I donât get you home right now, and back to the den I might go-â Namjoon hesitates, and you see it, how he trembles. How he gently guides you to sit back on the bed. And you recognize the stress in his voice.
An alpha and an omega outside of their den during a heat is a scary thing. Namjoon's instincts are so close to the surface. You hope you don't see anyone on your way out. If anyone looked at you too long you don't know what Namjoon might do.Â
Namjoon will not go feral at the idea of his omega suffering through a heat outside of the Den. Namjoon will not go crazy. He will drive you back to the house at an appropriate speed, and you wonât go into heat on the way home because realistically you have at least another 24 hours before either of your heats hit fully.
Most pre-heats last anywhere from 24 to 48 hours, Jinâs are always a little longer because he's older.
Yours? Heâs not so sure about.
Your eyelashes flutter and your scent spikes. He strokes reassuringly down your scent gland and you pant, you feel it all the way at the tips of your fingers, trembling. It's so good having Namjoon touch you there. You clench your thighs and whine as he pulls away. And you know that's as much as he can give you right now. To settle your instincts for the drive and to settle himself too.
This is the moment the pack has been waiting for. The moment theyâve carefully coached you towards with every meal and every bit of encouragement. In many ways- each courting gift was meant for this moment. Every blanket and pillow, every stuffed animal and matching pajama set was all for this; the moment youâd need every soft thing, every strong alpha you have at your fingertips.
They wonât fail you now. Namjoon wonât fail either of you.
âHow long was your last pre-heat last pup?â
You blink, thinking back while he stoops to put on your socks, you are a little cold you realize, your body reallocating heat to your internal organs, leaving your extremities chilly and trembling. Contrary to popular belief- heats donât always mean fever. Sometimes they mean you get so cold that you need other bodies to keep you warm.
Youâre at that stage now, no wonder why the water earlier made you sleepy- complete and total warmth is what you need right now- what your body craves is a nest and your packmates. You canât regulate your temperature on your own- you need the others to do it for you.
âIt wasnât quick, like- maybe 30 hours, granted I didnât really realize I was going into heat so Iâm not sure, I donât-â Somehow, you donât think this one will give you quite so much time to adjust. Namjoon soothes you with a finger running down the back of your neck, he wonât scruff you unless you need him to- worried that it will send you prematurely hurtling into heat.
They need to be careful- Namjoon needs to be careful. This is your first heat in a long long time and your body might behave unpredictably. They need to be careful not to bring it on too strong.
You need people who won't trigger you too quick, you need Jin and Jungkook and Yoongi.
You think it might come quick, with how intense all of this is feeling. Every step Namjoon takes away makes you anxious. Excites that prey part animal of you that knows youâll be vulnerable for the next few days- probably the whole week.
Namjoon locks the door while he puts the suitcase in the car and then comes back for you. Taking no chances. âNamjoon,â you say, when he comes back into the hotel room. You gesture to the mess on the floor between your feet. The box of takeout that he upended on his race to get to you when you collapsed.
âWhat are we gonna do about the mess?"
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Notes:
this chapter ended up alot more sexual than i planned for it too. i know i promised fluff but- it is really sexual in nature and i'm only realizing that now.
i realize that in my head the actuall toilet part of the bathroom upstairs was in a seperate little room like- almost a half bath inside the bath? but i can change it just for this part because it's like- bily is my sandbox and i can play in it <3
i don't know why sertian parts of the omega x omega dynamic really really apeals to me like- almost more than the alpha x omega parts do sometimes.
its really soft and just a tiny easter egg- but when hobi talks about planting the magnolia tree- i need everyone to know that namjoon and jin's first daughter ends up being namged magnolia- or maggie for short, and she's a little carbon copy of namjoon and a total tom boy and ands up climbing it like, basically every day, it's like her chill spot <3
if we're getting down into the nitty gritty of what had happened in the hot tub scene between tae and hobi and the m/c i think hobi had been really really curious about the m/c's addictive slick but obviously- he's triggered by giving women oral sex from moonbyul so he's like- obviously nervous and doesn't want to like- actually have the m/c ride his face, tae tae knows this and probably spent all of that, scene feeding hobi little drops of the m/c's slick from her fingers, had probably made the m/c sit on the edge of the hot tub and bend back to show hobi how wet she gets and nose and nuzzle at her hole over her bathing suit before pulling it to the side and showing him that her pussy is so cute it's hardly scary. obviously hobi does not eat the m/c out but maybe tae can't resist.
i know there are alot of flash back's and little scenes in between the scene that's actually happening- i wonder if this is the way i should write them? do you guys like the part where they're talking about the free use? yoongi's flue? or should i have edited those parts out?
where it not for the m/cs heat- i think it would have taken yoongi and her until the following fall to be intimate again. it would have happened one day when she came in from her classes all cold and damp from october (is that a spoiler?) and he'd crumple and give it to her slow and warm.
tae and the m/c's scene in the bedroom was supposed to be alot more breif but i made it longer because i love mommy tae and i missed her<3
tae kissing over her panties is so???? feral and horny of her??? when will that be meeeee on both sides of it honestly? can you imagine having a cute little girlfriend that lets you dress them up???? the fantasy of having someone who wants you so much they just cuddle into you all the time??? tae is one lucky girl đ
i worry that this chapter is going to be like the others where i delve too far into each little thing and the bigger picture of it all is lost by the end of it but! maybe i don't care- i want mommy tae so bad :(
i really really love that tae calls the rest of the pack "our boys" because really- they are tae and the m/c's boys like- thats so soft for her to call them that. how much do you think jimin would blush to be called "my little boyfriend" by tae??? i think he'd short circuit.
listen, i know that canonically bily takes place in boston but i just couldn't resist with the onsen- i know nothing like this exists on the east coast but still <3 i wanted to write it so i made it my own.
i really like how you kind of get a taste for the dynamic of everyone at home without namjoon and the m/c- like the moment when they're talking about what kind of cat they'd be if they where a cat is so cute and packy <3 i wish i had a pack like that.
broody jinnie broody jinnie brooody jinnie <3 i love love love describing him as a broody hen, because if you'd ever been around a broody hen you know they are so sweet! but protective!!! and fluffy! we have a hen thats broody right now and her name is wonton.
The m/c having cramps as apart of her pre-heat symptoms is because i was also having cramps while i was writing this part. as was the american chineese food part! cuz i was craving it <3
namjoon deserves some major kudos for this chapter because tell me why that boy suffers
#bts omegaverse au#bts a/b/o#bts x reader#bts poly au#bts gang au#bts mafia au#bts polyamory au#bts au#bts fluff#bts hurt/comfort#bts werewolf au#bts hybrid fic#min yoongi fic#kim namjoon fic#kim seokjin fic#kim taehyung fic#park jimin fic#jeon jungkook fic#jjk#pjm#myg#knj#kth#ksj#jhs#jung hoseok fic#min yoongi x reader#kim namjoon x reader#kim seokjin x reader
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love to hate you | jjk [viii]
âwhen obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.â
â genre:Â sexual themes, angst, fluff, fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, rich kid! AU, enemies to lovers! AU
â pairing: jungkook x female reader
â word count: 18.351
â warnings: swearing/cursing, communication skills nowhere to be found, chronic overthinking, emotional rollercoaster, confusingly set during christmas <3
â a/n: and just like that we've crossed 100k !! its here, the big one. by far one of my favourite chapters that ive written so far!! hope you guys enjoy it!! praying yall wont hate me for this one haha once again, this is inspired by To All The Boys Iâve Loved Before by Jenny Han!
You didnât miss the look Chaeyoung and Jisoo exchanged, or the way Hoseok longingly looked after Jimin as he quickly walked away to get everyone some food after you sat down, or how Jimin muttered something about how someone clearly needed something to eat. The comment didnât bother you because he was right and you could admit as much.
The mall had never been your favourite place to go, and even less so today. The Christmas decoration put up around you seemed overly tacky and in bad taste, and you could have ripped off your ears, sick of listening to the same three Christmas songs over and over again. You closed your eyes that ached from the bright colourful lights, and scrunched your nose when your arm bumped into one of your shopping bags. Your patience hung by a string, the fibers breaking with every passing second. Everything hurt, from your head to your arms and your feet.
Nothing was right, and there seemed to be no end to it.
âFries?âÂ
Jimin specifially offered them to you, placing two medium plates of golden fries in the middle of the table. You took him up on it, taking two and throwing them into your mouth. The fries were bland and not salty enough but you took three more pieces, shoving your face full. As if the grease and carbs would fix anything.Â
âDo you wanna try the thrift store that Ji suggested?â Chaeyoung asked, choosing her words carefully, and you cringed, shaking your head.Â
âNo.â
The silence continued, and you didnât miss the looks your friends exchanged. There was clearly a conversation going on over your head, but you didnât care, reaching for one fry after the other.
âY/N, itâs gonna be fine,â Jimin said in the end, putting his arm around your shoulder. Bold, but when was he not. âDonât be so down. That one dress- the beige one looked great on you!â
âYeah, but also, they donât care about what you wear,â Jisoo continued, not allowing you to even begin to disagree.
âAnd you still have time to find the perfect thing, right? If you do decide that the dress isnât up to standard. Didnât you get some stuff online too?â Hoseok asked, trying to get you to look at him, but you just closed your eyes and pulled your lips into a line.
They didnât get it. But telling them that would be of no use, just like how their words didnât encourage you the slightest bit.Â
âI promise you Kookâs parents are really the sweetest people Iâve-â
âYeah, maybe, I donât know,â you mumbled, cutting off Jimin. You rubbed your eyes until you saw black spots. With a sigh, you leaned back. âIâll figure it out, I think.â
There was no confidence in your words. To you, it seemed like your life was about to end, all over a stupid outfit you couldnât put together. The thought almost made you laugh and cry at the same time. This was as ridiculous as it could get.Â
âWhat did Kook say?â Chaeyoung asked, and you frowned.
âAbout what?â
She blinked at you, her brows creasing together. âWell, have you talked to Kook about any of this? How youâre worried about meeting his parents?â
You pressed your mouth into a line, and you didnât even know where to begin. It seemed futile to you to explain that you possibly couldnât tell Jungkook about all of the thoughts suffocating your mind. You would look stupid, like an absolute fool. You would look like you cared, and really, you didnât. It would weird him outâhow much you stressed about it, how much it was on your mind. But then again, really, actually, you didnât care at all. You just were⊠especially irritable these days. Hormones were ragingâyour period, of course, greeting you just a day prior.
âNo,â you exhaled, shaking your head. You didnât know what exactly you were denyingâyou being stressed about meeting his parents, or you not talking about it to him. Probably both. âHeâs busy with his stuff. Heâs got a paper to finish- itâs fine.â
And even though you closed your eyes, you knew your friends were looking at each other. There was a carefulness with which they spoke to you, and you did feel bad. Just nothing seemed to lift your spirits.
âIâm sorry. I havenât been in⊠a good mood these days,â you told them, getting more annoyed at yourself for being the way you were. You hid your face in your hands. âI donât know whatâs up with me.â
âItâs fine,â Jimin assured you. âWe know youâre stressed.â
Jisoo placed an arm around you, leaning her shoulder against yours. She opened her mouth before closing again, ultimately she decided to speak.Â
âWhat if⊠you donât go?âÂ
âJi,â Jimin whispered, looking at her as if she had just suggested something criminal.
âIâm just sayingâ itâs stressing her out so much, maybe she shouldnât go.â Jisoo shrugged, believing her suggestion to be rather harmless. âShe can meet his parents another time, right?â
You looked at her. She grimaced, apologetic, about to backpedal, taking your expression as offence. But you waved her off. Her suggestion was meant well, you knew that. It would also be more than a lie to say you hadnât thought about it too. Of course, you had. But you couldnât do it. Not when the image of Narae popped into your mind every time you did consider it.Â
âOkay, fine,â Jisoo sighed, relenting. âBut Iâm just saying heâll understand if you donât want to go. Itâs not like you guys are getting married.â
Chaeyoung mumbled something to her, but you couldnât hear it. If you had to guess she told her to lay it off, which you were admittedly thankful for.
âI donât even have gifts,â you groaned, remembering that your outfit wasnât the only issue plagueing your mind. âDo I bring an actual gifts? Or just wine? Flowers? Something more personal? I donât fucking know.â
âDo you have to bring them anything?â Hoseok asked, frowning. âI mean yeah, I guess itâs Christmas and youâre meeting them for the first time, but I donât know, Iâm not sure if you have to bring them anything.â
âI donât think you do. Theyâre just happy to meet you, I promise,â Jimin said, squeezing your shoulder, but somehow, his answer annoyed you even more. Because what if he was wrong? And they use it as a reason as to why they didnât like you because you showed up empty handed? Poor and rude? You wouldnât even take a single step in their home. And even if Jimin was right, that they were just happy to meet youâit seemed even worse. Because all you had to show for yourself to Jungkookâs parents then would beâŠ. yourself.Â
And what if that wasnât enough?
You groaned, leaning back again. Everything was making your situation only worse, giving you an even bigger headache, feeding the heavy pit in your stomach. And as you spiraled, you didnât notice the rather obvious text Chaeyoung send, or the even more obvious way Jiminâs phone lit up on the table to display it, just for him to quickly grab it and start typing. Jisoo leaned over to look, and Chaeyoung quickly mumbled something into Hoseokâs ear. You wouldnât even notice the way Chaeyoung jumped when you spoke suddenly again,
âLetâs just finish eating and go home. I wanna go home.âÂ
No one protested.
By the end, the fries were gone and the grease had eaten through the recycled brown paper plates, and your mood wasnât much better, still the same level of annoyance always buzzing in the back of your mind. Grabbing the bags from the various shops you had walked in and out of with your friends today, you made your way out of the mall. Stepping outside, you hugged yourself, the wind harsher than the past few days.Â
âWhat way is your car again?â you asked, teeth gritting. Your question was aimed at Chaeyoung, but you didnât have the nerve to look at her. With the tip of your boot, you scraped against the concret, enjoying the way it rolled back and forth. You lifted your head when no one would answer, confused by the silence.
âOh, uh,â Chaeyoung began, glancing at Jimin who was typing away on his phone. âGive us⊠a minute.â
She said it as if it was a question, gesturing for you to wait. You looked over to Jisoo and Hoseok for some sort of explanation, but they both kept their mouths shut.
âWhereâs your girlfriendâs car?â
Hoseok blushed, and you knew he still wasnât used to the development of his and Chaeyoungâs relationship. It was cute, and it did make you smile a little.
âJust tell me.âÂ
You tried nice. Nice didnât work.
âI-I donât know.âÂ
You sighed, your hands on your hips, shopping bags knocking on your legs. The cold wavered your voice.
âJi?â
But rather than even say anything, or make an attempt to stall you, she waved you off, flicking her wrist back and forth. At least, Hoseok and Chaeyoung tried to dismiss you subtly.
âOh my God, what are you guys looking at? Can we just go home, Iâm really cold here and I just wanna-â
âAh, yes, heâs here!â Jimin exclaimed before slapping his hand over his mouth, eyes wide. âOops.â
You stopped, not needing a second to understand. Jisoo punched his arm.Â
âYou texted Jeon?â
If you were upset and annoyed before, you were even more so now. You leaned forward, as if the reality weighed down on you and physically pushed you. Your eyes darted back and forth between your friends before ultimately landing on Jimin, who was shrinking in on himself.
âAre you guys for real?â you hissed, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You could have ripped out your hair. âBut why?â
Everyone looked to Chaeyoung. âWe- we think itâd be good if you talk to him. Youâre clearly stressed about meeting his parents, so why not talk about it?â
She added on a smile, and you closed your eyes, groaning.Â
âGuys, Iâm fine.â You dug your hands through your hair, looking over your shoulder, relieved to see that he was nowhere. âWhere is he? Is he here already? Tell him to go home. He has a paper to-â
An arm wrapped around your shoulder, and you didnât need to look to know who it was.
âGo home.â
âDamn, hi, itâs nice to see you too, cabbage,â Jungkook laughed, grinning at you even as you frowned at him. He pinched your nose, and you didnât even have it in you to swat his hand aside, closing your eyes instead.Â
âYou guys werenât kidding. Sheâs in a bad mood.â
Your frown deepened, mouth setting into a thin line. Jungkook squeezed your shoulder, quietly apologising to you for his comment, but his smile remained on his lips.Â
âAlright, I thinkââ Chaeyoung hooked her arm into Hoseokâs. ââitâs time to go.â
âYeah, donât worry, Iâll take her home,â Jungkook said, nodding to confirm his own words. âGet home safe.â
âGreat, text us when you get home,â Jisoo said, waving at you. âWe love you, Y/N! And oh, nice scarf!â
Jungkook laughed, thanking her.
âYeah, good luck, Kook! Also love ya, Y/N!â Jimin laughed before taking off, sprinting ahead, scared you might just throw one of your bags after him. (Which you were strongly considering) The others waved you goodbye, and even though you were more than ticked off, you did the same, mumbling a goodbye their way. God knows they had put up with your attitude with enough grace today already. You sighed once they left your sight, shrugging off Jungkook.
You looked at him and your gaze softened, if only a little. Even more so when you saw it, wrapped around his neck so prettily. There was something very messy about him todayâhis hair not done in its usual way, hanging into his eyes, getting longer each time you saw him, the collar of his coat not folded down properly. If you had to guess, he had walked out the moment he got the text from Jimin. But he had thought of your scarf, looped it around his neck carefully. Looking at him now, out in the cold, you were glad you had invested the time into learning how to knit. The scarf suited him, the red matching him well. You were almost tempted to knit another one, one in every colour.
âYouâre wearing the scarf.â
âOf course,â he returned, smiling at you, and you wondered if his cheeks hurt, red from the cold.Â
The thought embarrassed you. You looked down, returning to rolling the tip of your boot on the conrete, back and forth, back and forth.
âGo home.â
âOkay, yeah, letâs go home together.â
He reached to take the bags from you, but you pulled away, lifting your head. âNo, Jeon, go home. Iâm fine.â
Jungkook shoved his hands into his pockets, shaking his head. This wasnât going to be easy, he realised. âAnd how will you get home?â
His question made you frown, as if that was the issue at hand right now. You almost scoffed.
âIâll walk-â
âRight, because walking in the cold is such a good idea, hm?
âFine, Iâll take the bus.â
âDo you even know where the next bus station is?âÂ
âI can look it up.â
âOr you can just, you know,â he leaned towards you, and you couldnât back off, ânot be so stubborn and let me just give you a ride home.â
You pursed your lips, shaking your head. Why was he being oh so frustrating? Why couldnât he make this easy for you? Why wasnât he at all discouraged by your behaviour? It didnât make any sense to you. He should be annoyed with you and your attitude, infuriated because you were being difficult for no real reason. And yet, he smiled and laughed at you, showed you patience. It was strange to you, unexpected.
âI never asked you to pick me up.âÂ
It was like you were a goddamn teenager, fighting with her parents, trying your very best to tick them off. It was like you wanted him to be mad at you, and in some ways, in some real ways, maybe you did. You felt sorry for your friends about your attitude, but not with Jungkook somehow. For some reason, you couldnât extend the same empathy to him. At least not in this moment.
He didnât say anything, hesitated, his brows creasing together. His eyes darted to the ground before ultimately finding you again, tongue in his cheek, nodding. For a moment, you thought you won, did it.Â
âYeah, you didnât,â Jungkook said, taking one two three steps in your direction, slowly prying the shopping bags from you. âBut Iâm still here to pick you up.â
And when he met you with a smile, you knew there wasnât anything you could do. You let your head hang, as tears shot into your eyes. It had never happened before, you were never one quick to cry, but right now you felt like it. You blinked them away, not allowing Jungkook to know.
He took your silence as a sign of defeat, which it was. Very much so. He had won, and you had to admit that you were actually relieved. That he had proven you wrong, that he hadnât just left after you had repeatedly insisted he should, or gotten annoyed and sick with you.Â
Jungkook shifted all of the shopping bags into one hand, using his free one to grab yours. Like he would, of course he would, he placed a kiss on the back of your hand before putting your hands into his coat pocket to keep warm, together. You could have begun crying again.
âBe a good girlfriend, alright?â he told you, leading you to his car, and you scoffed, hoping your voice didnât sound as unstable and shaky as you felt.
âBe a good girlfriend?â you repeated, raising a brow. Jungkook was quick to see his mistake and correct himself,
âI mean, let me be a good boyfriend to my girlfriend and pick her up after aââ He hesitated, squinting as if he was searching for the right word. ââfun, right?â
There was something inherently cheeky and smug about Jungkook. But you couldnât quite take offence to any of it, nodding, even if you knew that today wasnât the funnest day. (And you were to blame.)
âFun day at the mall with her friends.â
You pressed your lips together. âBut what about your paper?â
He paused and looked at you before shaking his head and laughing. âOh, donât worry about it. Iâm almost done. Iâll finish it at your place.â
His hand squeezed yours, and you hated how warm he made you feel. How the warmth spread from your chest to the the tips of your ears and feet. How even if you tried, he remained patient with you. You hated it because it made it so much harder, for you not to fall for him again and again. You hated it because you almost believed him that you could be one of those stupidly in love couples that held hands in their pockets and made each other scarfs.
Jungkook opened the car door for you, and you climbed inside, thankful for the few seconds you had to yourself as he loaded your shopping bag into the trunk. Without a word, he gave you his phone, and by now, you knew the drill.Â
You unlocked his phone in second before quickly typing in your current location into Google maps. Your address popped up at the top, bookmarked, when you tapped to enter the destination. Handing him his phone back, you wondered what Jungkookâs password meant, 09052020. It seemed so oddly specific, but you didnât bother asking.
âYou should show me what you got.â
The water remained in your mouth a second longer before you swallowed it, slowly screwing the top back on the bottle, eyes set on Jungkook. You shook your head and leaned against your kitchen counter. He was just a few steps away from you, sitting on your couch, taking up all the space, arms spread left and right.Â
âYeah, I donât think so.â
He gave you a look, as if to say oh please! His head rolled back for a second.
âI think you should.â
You didnât respond, pulling your phone out of your pocket instead. Deeming your silence as enough of an answer, you scrolled through your phone, opening the group chat between your friends and you, your feet crossing at your ankle. But before you could even read one text-
âBut isnât that why you were in a bad mood?â
It seemed brave of Jungkook to address it so openly. Or maybe just incredibly honest. You couldnât do it. He didnât seem afraid at all that you might just dip back into your bad mood at the mention of it and come out bats swinging. It was admirable in some ways. You didnât rememeber him to be this confrontative a few months ago when you started this, him and you. He seemed to have found a confidence with you now, convinced he knew the ins and outs of you. Maybe he did. He probably did, in some ways. You couldnât say if you liked it all that much.
You snorted, an attempt to make light of the situation. âYeah, so why bring it up again?â
Jungkook reached his hands out to you, a gesture for you to come his way. You thought about it for a moment before abandoning both your phone and the water bottle on the kitchen counter and moving over. He scooted to the edge of your couch to allow you to step between his legs. His hands held yours, thumbs brushing the inner part of your wrist, back and forth.
âMy parents donât care,â he told you, staring up at you with his big eyes, squeezing your hands as he spoke, physically stressing his words. âThey really donât care, I promise you. Theyâre just excited to meet you. And so am I, excited.â
He paused, allowing his words to sink in with you and take effect.Â
âBut I know you care and youâre stressed about it,â Jungkook mumbled, and you couldnât look at him, eyes finding the floor instead, right where your carpet curled up because sometimes your couch would dig into it and flip it up. It was so very embarrassing that he knew how much you cared. It felt like you were ripping out your heart and letting him inspect it. You wanted to correct him, set the record straight that really, you didnât care at all whatsoever! but it felt like a cheap attempt, even more humiliating.
âSo why donât you show me?â he asked, shaking your hands to get you to look at him. You didnât want to but did anyway. His gaze was soft, just like his smile, and his hair fell into his eyes. You brushed it away. It made his smile widen, so much so he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.
It was sealed for you then.
âAlright, fine,â you sighed, defeated, moving away from him to dig through your shopping bags. âLook away.â
âWhat? Why?â
âWhat do you mean?â you frowned. âIâm changing.â
Jungkookâs features morphed from a frown to a smile in a second before he ultimately began laughing. âAre you really gonna be too embarrassed to change in front of me?â He gave you a moment to deny it. âIâve seen and touched-â
âOh my God, just turn around,â you hissed, and for some reason, your cheeks were as hot as the sun. âEither that, or I wonât try on anything.â
He exhaled the most dramatic sigh he could, making a point to show you that he even pressed his hands to his eyes. Just for that, you wanted to kick him. But you should have known that Jungkook wasnât quite done, needing to squeeze in one more comment, purely to annoy you and nothing more. There wasnât anything serious about it at all, no deeper meaning.
âAre you gonna be like this when weâre married with kids?â
You froze, arms up and your face mushed together by your sweater and half of your body exposed to the naked air with only your bra to show for. He wasnât serious, you knew. There was lightness and an obvious teasing embedded with his words. You doubted Jungkook even expected a response from you, probably just enjoyed knowing he made you flustered even if he couldnât see it. And yet, your heart began pounding and your hands sweating and your cheeks burning and your mind reeling for any possible retort you could offer. Before you could stutter something, he spoke again,
âSorry.â
The smile was evident in his voice, and when you finally peeled off your sweater, you turned out to be right. You shook your head, throwing your sweater at him before you could think better of it. It hit him in the face.
âOw, cabbage! Thatâs not fair, I have my eyes-âÂ
âIâm so close to kicking you out, you know?â you mumbled, keeping your voice quiet as if raising it by any means was dangerous. You pulled off your pants and your stockings you had layered underneath for some extra warmth.
âI said Iâm sorry, cabbage.âÂ
But Jungkook sounded far from sincere. You didnât bother responding, grabbing one of the shopping bags and slipping on the sweater you had thrifted. It was off the shoulders and this warm midnight blue colour, rich and beautiful and cozy. You moved to your old dresser and pulled out the black maxi skirt you had thought to combine it with. The outfit was simple, but with the right accesoires (ones you would still have to buy which the thought of it already gave you a headache), it could work. At least, it could in theory because when you looked at yourself in your full body mirror (which you had thrifted when you had first moved in), you frowned.
âCan I look?â
You gave a grunt in response, still looking at your reflection as if you had put together the most hideous outfit possible. It wasnât much of a yes or no, so for a few seconds Jungkook hesitated, but he slowly peeled his eyes open.
âOh, cabbage! You look so amazing-â
âNo.â
It was as simple as that for you, shaking your head.
âWhat? But you look-â
âI donât like it,â you said, already moving to take off the skirt. âClose your eyes.â
You expected some sort of protest from Jungkook, but he actually did as you said. Just as quick as you had decided that the outfit wouldnât work, you peeled it off of you. You rummaged through your next shopping bags, looking at the pieces you had gottenâa cream knit sweater and white maxi skirt. But all of a sudden, you hated it. You clearly remembered loving the clothes in the store, giving the outfit a couple spins and scrutiniscing it from head to toe until it was deemed worthy of your money. But right now as you looked at it, you felt quite the opposite.
With a sigh, you pulled the last shopping bag towards you. It had the dress your friends had mentioned you should wear. This time, you didnât inspect it any further, not having the nerve for it. So you just bunched up the fabric and slipped it on. But you didnât tell Jungkook you were finished changing. Instead you turned and looked at yourself in the mirror first.
Jisoo had found it for youâa maxi slip dress. It was in a beautiful and rich wine red colour, oozing warmth, and soft to the touch. The satin flowed down your body, hugging your curves, and reflecting your dim living room lights like water. Lace was stitched along the neckline, which otherwise probably would have been a little too low given the occasion. The straps securing the dress were tied up into small ribbons around your shoulders, giving it a more dainty and playful look. The slit on the left side reached up until your knee, allowing the fabric to move along with your body in harmony. It was a beautiful dress, made for any occasion with the correct accessoires and styling.Â
You were objectively and undeniably beautiful in it.Â
And yet, you stared at yourself as if it wasnât, brows knitted together and lips pursed in a pout, eyes wandering up and down. It wasnât insecurityâyou felt great and comfortable in the dress. But something about it just wasnât right. You tried imaging yourself all dolled up in it, hair and makeup done to your liking, but the frown remained. It wasnât perfect enough.
You shook your head, moving to take it off. When you turned on your heel, you looked straight at Jungkook, and Jungkook looked straight at you. His eyes were big and wide and set on you, his mouth agape and curling up into a smile. You gasped, both in surprise and upset.
âW-why are you looking?â you hissed, feeling the heat crawl up your neck, and you threw your arms around yourself.
âIâm sorry. You- you just took so long, cabbage. And so I looked andâŠâ Jungkook finished his sentence with a simple shrug and smile. You frowned at his answer, shaking your head.
âClose your eyes,â you spat through gritted teeth, turning around to change out of the dress. âIâm changing-â
âWhat? Why?â Jungkook sounded genuinely confused, jumping up from his seat and moving your way, shaking his head. âYou look amazing! Please donât change. I love this dress on you!â
He stopped short in front of you, turning you around and taking your hands into his.Â
âThis dress suits you so well,â he whispered as if it was some sort of secret. You looked to the mirror behind you, inspected yourself, eyes shooting up and down. Jungkook stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his fingers interlacing in front of the soft of your belly. He pushed you to lean fully against him, his eyes scanning every inch of you.
âYouâre so pretty. So very pretty.âÂ
His words tasted like Christmas chocolate, were thick with honey and sugar, stuck to your teeth. They were bad. Horrible. For you and your heart. Because they sounded so very believable.Â
âYou look incredible.â
He finished with a kiss to the back of your head, and you didnât know where to look. You placed your hands on his, tentatively, and he was quick to take them into his, scoop them up and hold them tight. He had to know, you thought to yourself, how hard your heart was beating.
âDonât you like it?â
You met his gaze in the mirror, mouth settled into a line.Â
âI like the dress,â you said, tilting your head.Â
âBut?â
âI donât like it forâŠâ
âMeeting my parents?â Jungkook supplied when you wouldnât finish your sentence, and you didnât answer, averting your gaze instead. âWhat do you not like about it?â
You closed your eyes, feeling so very silly. Because you couldnât say. You didnât know. There shouldnât be anything to dislike about the dress, nothing about it was wrongâyou loved every little detail, and even more how you felt in it.
âWhat do you think?âÂ
âI donât think my opinion really matters here,â Jungkook laughed, and you peeled your eyes open, a smile tugging on the corners of your lips. He was annoying. Just couldnât provide you with a simple answer when he even has already voiced his thoughts. âBut I think you look really pretty in this dress.â
You scrunched your nose. âHow pretty?â
âSo pretty I wouldnât mind going blind now.â
You smiled, no, grinned. He was so stupid.
âSo pretty I canât believe you donât like it.âÂ
You tilted your head to the side.
âSo pretty I donât want you to ever take it off again.âÂ
He pressed kisses to your neck and shoulder, nose burying into your hair, words mumbled into your skin, and hands beginning to wander further south, scrunching the fabric. You let him.
âSo pretty I want to take a picture of you and print it out and hang it up above my bed and also keep another one in my wallet and change my background picture to-â
âO-okay, enough!â you said, pushing him away from you because your limbs were beginning to tingle and burn, and his touch was sending shocks through your entire body. Even more so, his hands were beginning to go to places he shouldnât, not right now at least. You made sure to keep him at an armâs length, palm pressing into his chest, in fear heâd simply close the distance if you didnât physically stop him.
âYouâre so ridiculous, Jeon,â you said, shaking your head, laughing a little. âYou can never be serious, can you?â
âBut I am! Iâm very serious! Looking at you makes me wanna-â
You were quick to shake your head, hands pressing to your ears because no no no, you didnât want to know! All while you were smiling, grinning almost. Without realising it, Jungkook had done the impossibleâlifted your mood, made you laugh when you felt irritated and annoyed by everything before.Â
âFine, I wonât tell you!â Jungkook sighed, dramatically rolling his eyes. You looked at him, lowering your hands, your smile cemented on your lips.
âYouâre so stupid, Jeon,â you mumbled, scrunching your nose, and he gasped in faux upset.
âThatâs so mean, cabbage!â
âOh, just shut up.â
Jungkook slung his arms around your middle, doing so before you could even think to stop him. His chin dropped to your shoulder, hands scopping up yours again and eyes meeting in the mirror.
âSo, what do we think?â
You raised a brow. âNow, itâs we? I thought your thoughts didnât matter-â
He sighed, closing his eyes for a second. âFine, what do you think?â
And you inspected yourself again, gaze wandering up and down. You didnât know what it was, but the dress seemed different now. It was still the same fabric, same cut, nothing had changed, but you remembered why you had bought the dress, why you had taken Jisoo up on her offer to try it on when she had shown it to you. Because it was beautiful, even more so with you in it.
âIs this the dress?â Jungkook whispered into your ear, and you knew he was hoping for a yes.Â
You tilted your head to the side, heart beating faster when you opened your mouth. Because yes, it was. The dress, choosing it, it was another step closer to meeting Jungkookâs parents, another hurdle out of the way. Your eyes met his in the mirror, his face so close to yours. The two of you standing there together, you almost could convince yourself you were an actual couple.
âYeah, it is.â
He beamed, tightening his arms around you, letting out a small sigh of relief. âOkay, good, Iâm glad.â
You lowered your gaze, and you wondered if he maybe feared you wouldnât go because you couldnât find anything to wear. If maybe that was the reason for why he came so quickly because he didnât want you to use that excuse. Because otherwise he would have to explain to his precious and perfect parents why his girlfriend refused to meet them-
âHow does the 22nd sound to you by the way?â Jungkook asked, pulling you out of your trains of thoughts, almost as if he knew. He mumbled the words into your skin, and you felt every move of his lips. âTo meet my parents, I mean.â
Just eight days.
âY-yeah, that⊠should work,â you returned, breathless and high pitched, eyes finding the floor. He stared at you in the reflection, nudging you to do the same. You hesitated, but did as he said, breath hitching in your throat when you saw the way he was looking at you, oh so sincere and genuine.
âItâs gonna be fine.â
There was something assuring about the way he said it. If anyone elses told you these words, it would do you no good, bring you no relief. But when he did, it did. It was silly really.
âI promise you.â
âYeah, really, Jeon?â you laughed shallowly, tucking a strand behind your ear and swallowing. âYou promise me?â
And as if looking at your mere reflection just wasnât enough for him, Jungkook turned you around by your hips, forcing your eyes to meet his.Â
âI promises you, cabbage. I wonât leave you for one second, alright? Hell, I will drive you there and home again, okay? Iâll be there with you for every second of the day, from the moment you wake up to the moment you go back to bed, glued to your side, so much so youâll be so annoyed by me that youâll want me gone. You wonât even go the bathroom on your own, okay?â He paused for a second, scrunching his nose. âIâll make sure you will have the most non awkward but perfect and fun evening possible.â
His phrasing made you laugh, ebbed the waves of anxiety crashing onto your mind over and over again when you thought a little too much about the next week. His parents, him and you, in one room.Â
âItâs gonna be great.â
Jungkook smiled at you, a little too bright and too wide. You returned it to the best of your abilities, letting him pull you back into a hug, eyes falling shut.
âOkay, I believe you,â you told him, hearing his heart beating in his chest. âFor once.â
He tightened his arms around you.
(âDo you think it will have snowed by then?â he asked you when the intro to the new episode of Avatar began playing on his laptop. You looked up, eyes catching his, your head rested against his chest and his arms around you.
âWhat?â
âBy the 22nd I mean. Do you think it will have snowed by then?â
You frowned, thinking of the last few winters. âI donât know. Maybe.â
He thought about your answer for a few more seconds, looking off to the side before returning your gaze. âI hope. Iâd like to spend a proper white Christmas with you.â
âPray to the Gods then,â you said. âChances arenât so good.â
The past few years it had always only snowed in January.
âOh, I do, every day,â Jungkook laughed, and you hummed, focusing back on the episode and missing the way his gaze softened at your sight.)
âOkay, so Iâll be back right before New Year,â Chaeyoung said, giving her calendar one last look before snapping it close again. âWho of us is gonna be here?â
Hoseok and you both let out affirmative noises, and Jimin raised his hand in a yes as well, mouth stuffed with his sandwich. You scooted closer to the table to let a guy squeeze through as he made his way to the lunch table with his friends, a tray full of bland and dry cafeteria food.
âIâm not sure yet,â Jisoo said, taking a handful of grapes from her purple grape shaped lunch box and plopping each one into her mouth. âMy sister asked if I wanted to celebrate New Yearâs with her. But maybe sheâll go over to her girlfriendâs. She isnât sure yet. Iâll text you guys?â
âIâll be here the entire holidays,â Namjoon sighed. âI still have finals.â
âAh, Iâm sorry,â you said, offering him a smile. He waved you off, mumbling something about how at least he was almost finished up with it all.Â
âWell, at least we will be spending New Yearâs together, right?â Jimin said with a smile.
You took a sip from your green tea, needing warmth because your University never turned on the heaters, preferring their students to freeze. Where did your tuition money go?Â
âOkay, but how about Christmas eve for everyone else? When are you guys heading back home again?â Hoseok asked, shovelling his protein oatmeal into his mouth. âYouâre going tonight, right, Ji? With Jennie?â
âYeah, our trainâs booked for 8 pm.â
âIâll go on the 23rd,â Jimin said, and Chaeyoung echoed the same.Â
âYouâre going tomorrow, right?â she asked Hoseok, and he nodded. âWhen are you meeting Kookâs parents again, Y/N? The 22nd?â
âYeah.â You played with the lip of your paper cup, feeling the warmth of your tea. Your heart grew a little heavier, scared one of them would ask when youâd go meet your parents. Because you werenât, at least not on Christmas eve. Both of them had to work, unable to take a day off. It was an irrational fear, you were aware. Because your friends knew that very well. Theyâd never ask, but your heart didnât understand.
âThatâs- oh my God, thatâs in four days, huh?â Jisoo gasped, and the horror and terror gripping you must have reflected on your face because she was quick to interject. âOh, sorry. No, itâs gonna be great, Y/N. I donât know why I said that. That was stupid.â
âYouâre still anxious about it, huh?â Hoseok mumbled, and though he worded it like a question, all of you knew the answer.
âHard not to be,â you said, voice a little short and curt. âIt comes in⊠waves.â
Namjoon patted your shoulder. âItâs gonna be fine.â
Chaeyoung reached for your hand, squeezing it. âYeah, Iâm sure. Weâre all gonna be there for you if it does somehow go wrongâwhich I highly, highly doubt might I add.â
âWell, not Jisoo. Sheâs gonna be home, busy showing off her Jennie,â you joked, trying to make light of the situation but it sounded just slightly off.
âWhat? I canât be there for you from home?â Jisoo gasped, and before you could question how sheâd do that, she continued. âIâm there for you too, telepathically! Jennie too! In your heart! Always! Over the phone! Donât doubt us!â
You laughed a little, mouthing an apology.
âBut you definitely wonât need us,â Jimin said. âBecause itâs gonna be fine. Especially because Kookâs gonna make sure of it, okay?â
Before you could return something, your eyes were drawn to the doors.
Oh.
Your friends followed your gaze.
Jungkook had his backpack strapped to his shoulder and the red scarf wrapped around his neck. It shouldnât be possible. You were technically too far for you to properly see, but you saw itâthe tension in his shoulders, the strain in his nape, the deep knit between his brows. He wasâŠ. annoyed. It was new to you. For a moment, you almost expected to find Narae walking behind him, bugging him, hot on his trail. It would explain it to you, and you would just simply walk over there and pull him to your table. Just like that, you would ease the knit between your brows, take the tension out of his shoulders and neck-
But it wasnât Narae.Â
It was Taehyung.Â
He said something to Jungkook that made him roll his eyes. Jungkook didnât seem to want to respond, shaking his head and waving his hand around, an attempt to end the conversation. But Taehyung wasnât so kind, going on, even taking hold of his shoulder.
âSomeone is in a mood,â Namjoon mumbled, cringing.
âWhat are they talking about, Y/N?â Jimin asked, looking at you, and you stared right back at him, frowning.
âHow would I know?â
âYouâre his girlfriend.â
âSo?â
âGo find out.â
âWhat? I just walk up to them and say,â you raised your voice a few pitches, ââOh my God, hi, you guys are clearly fighting. Care to share?â Is that what you want?â
Jimin blinked, shrugging. âSure, that would work.â
âYouâre so ridiculous, Jimin,â you hissed, touching a hand to your forehead. âThat wouldnât work.â
âOf course, it would. Kookâs absolutely obsessed-â
âOh my God, shut up,â Chaeyoung hissed, slapping Jimin. âTheyâre looking!â
âYou guys are always so loud,â Hoseok sighed, and you sent him a glare because no, you donât! Itâs just Jimin!
But they were right. Taehyung and Jungkook were both looking at you, their conversation having come to an end. When you met his gaze, Jungkookâs face contorted into something else, features twitching. You couldnât pinpoint what it was, but it wasnât the usual. He didnât soften in the way you were used to when he would see you. And when you tried a smile, Jungkook struggled to return it. You felt shot, and your smile faltered.
But Jimin didnât sense it at all, wildly waving his hand around, gesturing for the two to come this way. And as if it wasnât more obvious, he yelled it too, âHey, Tae and Kook! Come join us!â
Jisoo sighed, âHeâs such an idiot.â
Chaeyoung and Hoseok shrugged, as if to say well, itâs Jimin. They were right, it was just Jimin being himself, unaware and impulsive. Namjoon didnât have any words, shaking his head.Â
Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other, exchanging a few words before the latter glanced at his watch and shook his head. He had to go. Taehyung placed his hand on Jungkookâs shoulder, whispering something into his ear. You must have imagined it but it looked like he glanced in your direction. But before you could think about it, Taehyung headed in the same direction he had previously come from, and Jungkook slowly made his way over, not meeting your eyes once.
âWhat were you arguing about?â Jimin asked when Jungkook stood in front of you, and you watched him grip the strap of his backpack, the skin over his knuckles stretching thin.
âJimin!â Jisoo hissed, punching him.Â
âOw!â
âRight, yeah, of course, youâd ask,â he smiled. âItâs fine.â
Jungkook said it with a laugh, but it was all wrong.Â
âWe werenât arguing.âÂ
And as if it wasnât enough, Jungkook put on his brightest and biggest smile. He showed it to everyone. Like a stone plunged into the deep sea, your heart sank. You had seen it before, that smile. It had decorated his lips during the Halloween party when you first walked in, or when you had first hurt his feelings while you had gone costume shopping.Â
Namjoon and you looked at each other shortly, both of you sensing it.Â
âIs everything-â
âWell, it looked like you were,â Jimin mumbled, accidentally interrupting Namjoon. He waited for Jungkook to budge and cave under his gaze, but when he wouldnât, he shrugged. âCome sit.â
Maybe he could feel your burning gaze on him, but Jungkook finally glanced in your direction. If only for a second, so very brief. But it dug into your heart and split it open, gutted you and left you utterly empty. You had seen him just yesterday, picked out your dress together, parted ways this morning a few hours ago, and now he seemed like another person. He looked so sad, sad in a way you hadnât seen before. You didnât think that any emotion close to that had ever crossed his features, not in your presence at least. It was so new and surprising to youâbecause somehow in your mind, you had forgotten he had the ability to feel⊠upsetâyou froze.
âIâm sorry, I have to go,â Jungkook said, nailing that same smile back onto his lips as before. âBut Iâll see you guys around.â
And before any of you could protest, he was gone, back turned to your table and heading into the crowd.Â
âWell, that was⊠weird,â Chaeyoung said, pointing out the elephant in the room. And as if she had said your name, everyone turned to you for some kind of answer.
You blinked back at them. âYeah, I-I donât know.â
There was another beat of silence before ultimately your friends shrugged.
âMaybe itâs just not a good day?â Hoseok proposed, and they were all quick to agree, moving on. And though you didnât voice it, you knew it wasnât that. It couldnât just be that.Â
You knew it was about you. It had to be. Taehyung had glanced at your direction. You hadnât imagined it, that much you were sure of. And the fact Jungkook hadnât been able to look at you cemented it for you. Your heart quickened, a certain question coming to the front of your mind.
What if Jungkook didnât want you to meet his parents anymore?
Maybe it had finally clicked with himâwhat it meant if you met his parents. How ridiculous it was. Because you werenât his girlfriend. It was his parents after all. How stupid all of it was actually. Not just you meeting his parents, but the entire contract you had. How far it had gone, too far.
You pressed your lips together, a knot forming in your throat. Maybe he didnât know how to tell you now. Maybe you should be prepared for the very worst. Maybe this was it. Impact incoming! The fall was nearing its end, your end.
Your hands began shaking, curling around the edge of the table for stability. Panic built up within you, panic that really shouldnât build up at all, you knew. Your friends blurred into an incohesive mess in front of you.
Oh God.
You didnât see Jungkook for the rest of the day, or the one after that. In fact, you didnât hear from him at all, until almost two days later. Maybe you should have reached out firstâyou did think about it. But you simply couldnât, your hands shaking whenever youâd open your chat with him, your old messages staring back at you almost mockingly. Because what if he told you he wanted to end it? What if this was how it would end because you couldnât wait and recklessly send a message?
There was a few seconds of silence, the sound of his breathing coming in through unsteadily. You gripped your phone tighter.
âHey.â
Jungkook still sounded the same, and for some reason, you were surprised. Why you expected him to sound different, you didnât know.Â
âHi,â you returned, swallowing because it was your voice, in fact, that sounded odd. At least it did to you. You cleared your throat.
Usually, heâd make some joke, ask you about your day, how you were doing, where you were, if you had watched the videos heâd sent you yet, eaten already. Usually, your conversation would be much lighter, easier. Right now, you felt the air hanging between you, pulling your legs closer to your chest as you waited and waited. He had called you, he would have to speak first.
âIâm sorry I didnât join you guys for lunch the other day,â Jungkook mumbled, and you closed your eyes.
âItâs alright,â you said, a waver to your voice and you couldnât decide if it was because you felt cold, even though you were tucked into your bed, or because you felt uncertain of it all, like you were standing at the edge of a cliff, the deep sea awaiting you on the other side, waves crashing up on you.Â
Neither of you said anything.Â
Your throat grew dry, the questions coming back up again within you. Was he going to tell you over the phone? That he didnât want you to meet his parents anymore. Maybe even that he wanted to call this entire thing off. That heâd realised this wasnât worth it anymore, doing all of this to win a stupid bet heâd made with Taehyung months ago. It had gotten too exhausting, you had gotten too exhausting for him. Letâs just end it here, tell everyone youâd just fallen out of love. Hell maybe heâd be even willing to tell everyone the truth, how theyâd been fooled. It had all been an act! How fun! How could you all think he was in love with-
âEverythingâs alright.â
You paused. âWhat?â
âI-â Jungkook faltered, letting out a laugh. It came through oh so light and clear. Just not quite genuine. Or maybe you were imagining it, your mind dissecting every of his words. âIâm just trying to say- things are alright. Itâs gonna be okay.â
And for some reason, you knew the words werenât meant to reassure you. But him. He needed it right now, more than you. You blinked, nodded as if he could see.
âYeah, everythingâs alright,â you repeated, quietly. âItâs gonna be okay.â
What exactly he referred to, you werenât sure. And you werenât going to ask. Heâd tell you when he wanted you to know, when he was ready. Truth be told, you werenât even entirely sure if you were ready for it, couldnât say either where your confidence that itâd be alright came from.Â
âIt will, right?â he laughed again, that same laugh. It came through now, the tinge of uncertainty swinging with his voice.Â
You added a small smile, reassurance. âOf course, it will. Always has.â
Jungkook waited a beat, thought about it for a second. âYeah, no, yeah youâre right.â
And then, you both went back to silence again. You were the one to break it, doing so before you could think better of it and retreat. The question slipped so quickly past your lips, came out of you with the answer to it packaged within already. For once, you dared something, held out your heart.
âDo you want to come over?â
The question seemed alright at first. Heâd tell you he was already on his way, in fact. Had you not heard the engine this entire time? Actually, look outside! How silly of you, he had gotten you again. Youâd laugh, buzz him up while telling him how annoying he was. Heâd fall into your arms, coat and scarf and shoes still on. Thereâd be no time for you to tell him to at least take off his shoes because heâd knock you over with his entire weight. But youâd hold him up, if not barely and struggling heavily. Youâd do it, and youâd do it with a smile. Heâd press a kiss to your lips and ask you again if things would just be fine. And youâd do the same as you did on the phone, like a good girlfriend does, youâd reassure him over and over again until youâd be too tired and fall asleep together. Things would truly be alright, youâd meet his parents and maybe resolve it all. Maybe he and you could be something, more. Maybe he meant it, all of it, the gestures and words and kisses. He and you, together, it could be possible-
âIâm sorryââ You wanted him to stop then. He didnât need to elaborate. It was enough. You bit down on your tongue, hard. âIâm⊠just really tired today.â
Jungkook hesitated, spoke slowly, and you wanted to laugh it off, tell him it was alright and to go to sleep, but your throat knotted into a terrible mess.Â
He didnât want you to meet his parents.
âHm.â
It was the only response you could offer. Because if you spoke, he would know, and he couldnât knowâthe tears that shot into your eyes.
You pressed your hand to your mouth, and wondered if your reassurance had done anything at all. If not actually you had needed it, even more than he did.Â
âI think- classes was exhausting, so yeah. You know, right? So Iâm gonna go to bed now,â Jungkook said, and you nodded, as if he could see you, and if you checked, youâd realise it was just eight. You bit your tongue harder.
He never liked you.
âOkay,â you squeaked out, your voice a few pitches too high. He had to know, you were sure of it. Anyone would know, even a drunk Jimin could figure it out. It was blatantly obvious, and you pressed your hand harder against your mouth, scared as you awaited what heâd say. You wouldnât know how to answer his questions if he asked you why you cried. It would be utterly humiliating to admit whyâthat you knew you never meant anything to him beyond what youâd agreed upon, but that he did to you. So much, in fact.Â
âGoodnight-â
You ended the call, your phone displayed his name for a few more seconds before you tossed it aside, uncaring that it bounced off your bed and youâd have to look for it later on the floor. A part of you wanted to laugh, outright laugh out loud, laugh so loud because maybe it would drown it out. Because were you not just silly? Stupid? Even more so for the tears that rolled down your face and stained your duvet three shades darker. Clear evidence of your silliness, your delusion, your unwavering and foolish hope.Â
It embarrassed and humiliated you, how quickly the tears came, how his words had crashed onto you, ship-wrecked you, buried you under. His words hurt, and his dismissal even more. Two words had been enough, had pierced your heart and left you tiptoeing a cliff. Jungkook had more power than you thought he did, power he shouldnât be holding over your head and heart to begin with. Power he shouldnât have because you didnât have it over him.
A text awaited you one morning, just a day before the 22nd.
[Jeon - 07:01 AM] : can i come over later tonight?
And a text was all it took.
Jungkook was not even a second late. Someone was in a hurry to get this over with, it almost made you laugh. Your doorbell rang the moment the clock turned seven. Still, you shrieked, hesitated, stared at your front door like you hadnât known heâd come, like you hadnât expected him to come.
You busied yourself with your phone, swiping back and forth, as he climbed up the stairs, your back turned to the door. You just couldnât watch as he stepped inside. This was it. Heâd tell you that heâd realised this had gotten too far, out of hand. You wouldnât have to meet his parents tomorrow, you had done your part. Heâd thank you, assure you heâd break the news to your friends and take the blame. Itâd be alright, you wouldnât have to do anything. And just like before you had ever talked to Jungkook at the vending machine, youâd go your own ways.Â
His steps grew louder, echoed less and less until he was inside. A draft pulled through your small flat as he shut the door behind you, quiet but final. You shivered and turned off your phone, heart heavy in your chest as you prepared yourself to turn around and face him. You had thought about it all day, agonised how itâd be like to see him again the past week, how youâd handle this, how you could retain just a bit of your pride at the end of this. The scenario played over and over again in your mindâyouâd look at him with a smile, tell him you understood perfectly and he didnât need to explain. It had been stupid anyway, fun but stupid. Both of you knew this wasnât anything really, it would come to an end. You didnât mind it at all.Â
âYou know, itâs alright, Jeon. I know what you wanna-â
Jungkook wrapped his arms around you with his coat and scarf and shoes on. He pressed you to his chest, held you even tighter when you hesitated to return his hug, as if he needed to physically feel you, be sure you were there.
You hadnât seen him all week, and all of a sudden, you didnât know what to do around him anymore.
âJeon?âÂ
âCan you hug me?â he asked you, voice barely above a whisper, and though you had been so sure about what would happen just seconds ago, pictured how your conversation would go, you realised you knew nothing at all. You did as he said, putting your arms around his middle and squeezing as tightly as you could, holding your breath even.
You didnât know how long you stayed like this, but when you pulled away, Jungkook looked at you in a way you had never seen. He took your hands into his.
âIâm sorry, cabbage,â he began, and in the dim light, you could see his eyes glaze over. âI donât know whatâs been going on with me for the past week.â
He paused, breathed in deeply, looked to the side before returning his gaze to you.Â
âI think- thereâs just been a lot on my mind, and I had to figure it out first, I think,â he continued. âI-I donât think I fully have, but I will, soon.â
You looked at him, silent for a few seconds before you nodded, brushing your thumbs over the inside of his wrists.
âThatâs okay,â you told him, giving him a smile. âItâs fine. I understand.â
Truth be told, you didnât know where you took your words from, where you dug up that reassurance again. Because youâd felt the opposite for the past week. Itâd been a horrible week for you, sleepless and anxious.Â
Youâd been tiptoeing a thin line, wondering every second when exactly this would blow over, just how close you were to impact, when your fall would end. Would it be a text? A call? Would he just show up to your doorstep unannounced one evening after you had come back from exhausting classes and do it then? Or would it be Jimin whoâd relayed the messages? Would he not tell you at all, deeming not worth the effort even? So, it had been nice to be told the truthâthat things had been confusing for Jungkook and he hadnât figured out how to navigate it allâand yet you werenât sure if it was enough for you, if it qualmed your worries.
âIâm really sorry, cabbage,â Jungkook repeated, and you wondered what he was so sorry for that he needed to apologise twice. If maybe you were right. Why else would he feel so apologetic? Was the ending coming and he just needed some more time to figure out the order of his words, unable to bring it over his heart?Â
You should ask him if the things plaguing his mind was how to end this. You should, really. Regardless of the answer, it would free you, however painful it might just be. Youâd find peace. Maybe you feared the pain too much, the tears that would run down your face, the embarrassment that would rip you into pieces, or maybe you didnât care enough for yourself to find out the truth, but you didnât ask.Â
Your smile grew bigger, and you didnât know who you were fooling, him or you. âDonât be. Itâs okay, Jeon.â
Jungkook took your face into his hands, staring into your eyes, looking so intensely at you like heâd never before. He was searching something, and you werenât sure if he found it, if you held whatever he looked for at all.
âItâll be fine,â you said, and this was for you, not him.Â
âItâll be fine,â he repeated, nodding, and as he leaned closer to you, you wondered if the same would apply tomorrow. When youâd meet his parents, stand in front of them. When theyâd scrutinise every little detail about you and come to their conclusion on who you were before you could even open your mouth and utter your name.Â
You let Jungkook pull you into a kiss, returned it with the same intensity. Both of you needed it right now. What exactly you offered each other, you couldnât pinpoint. But it was enough to silence your mind and his too.Â
When his hands wandered, so did yours. He pushed you to your bed, and you let your mattress catch your fall. Your sweater landed on your floor, and soon the rest of your clothes followed. His coat and the scarf you had made him found its place at the foot of your bed. He struggled for a bit to kick off his boots before ultimately stumbling out of them.
Jungkook pressed kisses from your lips to your ear down to your neck and collarbone. Slowly, they wandered further down and down, stopping as he paid extra attention to the places he learned you liked, made your back arch in his favourite way and your breath hitch so beautifully in your throat. Soon, you were pleading with the Gods above, curling your hands around your duvet as Jungkook familiarised himself with you again. His hands pried you open, splitting you into two again and again, bringing you high above. You returned the favour, listened as he found religion through you, drawing out his relief until he needed your lips on his instead. By now, you knew him blindly, your hands finding the sensitive parts of him even as he carved his way back to yours.
âIâve missed you,â Jungkook mumbled into your ear when he began moving, and you smiled, wrapped your arms around him. So had you.Â
âMe too,â you returned, your hips finding a steady rhythm together. He pressed kisses to your skin, hands holding you oh so tightly like he usually would. But he hadnât said it, hadnât told you for the entire week, not even now when he would on any other dayâthat he loved youâand so maybe that was why you fell asleep with an uneasy heart.Â
Had he not promised? That heâd be there for every second of the day, from the moment you woke up to the moment you went back to bed, glued to your side until you were sick of him? Was that not what he had said, the words he assured you with? So how was it that you awoke alone, like you had been for the entire past week, without him?
Jungkook wasnât here, and yet you looked around your home like he could be hidden in some corner. He didnât like you anymore, you were sure. Why would he? He never did to begin with. Probably regretted this more than anything else, realised just how exhausting it was to be with you. It wouldnât be worth it. His parents wouldnât like you, tell him that he could do better. Heâd agree- actually he knew that already. Yesterday night had been a mistake, just like all the other times had been. He and you werenât the same, never could be. Just like two mismatching puzzle pieces, youâd never make a whole picture together. Youâd been right, of course. Jungkook could never like you, never saw you as anything more than a paw in this stupid cruel game between Taehyung and you. And you had been played, over and over again. How stupid of you. Foolish! This-
The blaring of your alarm brought you back to reality, the sound filling your ears. You had forgotten to turn it off. You reached for your phone, shutting it off but before you could toss it aside, you saw it. It made you pause, his name atop of your notifications. A voice memo, just over two minutes. Like it had been all you had been looking for, you hurriedly unlocked your phone. You were about to hit start, when you paused, your thumb hovering just above it. Because it could be anythingâa simple breakfast run, or a goodbye. A pit grew in your stomach, and you wished he had just left you a clue about what heâd be saying in it. Your chest webbed tightly with anxiety, a rollercoaster in your throat.
You took in a deep breath, bracing yourself, eyes closed as you hit play. Whatever it might be, youâd be fine, somehow, you hoped.
âHey, Iâm so sorryââ Your chest felt so hollow, his voice unsteady. He was running, the wind blowing up the audio. He sounded far away, you had to strain to hear him properly, your phone on maximum volume. ââI know I promised to be there when youâd wake up, butââ
But I just couldnât do this any longer. I wanted to tell you yesterday, but I just didnât know how to. Iâm sorry.
ââmy mom called me. Sheâs having an emergency with her car, and now sheâs stuck in- actually, I donât know where, but Iâm on my way there to jumpstart her car. And I thought about waking you up for it, but that felt mean and you looked so peaceful, I just couldnât. But- itâs so cold, oh my God. Listen, I donât know when Iâll be back, but Iâm gonna hurry, okay? So just wait for me, alright? Iâll be there, I promise.â
You heard the door of his car open and close. The wind cut out, and all of a sudden it was quiet. There was ruffling, Jungkook took his phone closer to his face. He sighed, and you could see him right in front of your eyesâsitting there in his car, hair a mess on his head, as he closed his eyes to find his words, a knit between his brows.
âIâm really sorry, cabbage,â he began again. âBoth for leaving now because I know I had promised Iâd be there, and⊠again for the past week. I know Iâve been shit, and I know youâve been confused and- Iâm sorry. I havenât been fair at all-â
Neither had you however, you realised as you listened to him talk. Of course, Jungkook had only left because his mother needed his help. How could you assume the worst of him after everything? When he was so good and kind? Had been all this time to you?
âBut we will figure this out, okay?â
Jungkook paused again. You pulled your legs to your chest, burying your face into your knees, teeth sinking into your tongue.
âLetâs talk about this after today. But itâs gonna be fine. Like you said it would.â
You had lied.
âWhat am I talking about?â He let out a small laugh, and you knew he was shaking his head at himself. âItâs already fine.âÂ
You felt like a traitor. You were terrible.
âIâll be back to pick you up, okay? So just wait for me. I hope I can get to you by two the latest. I hope it wonât take too long to figure it all out. You know, I actually donât know how to jumpstart a car, so I really donât know why my mom called me.â
He laughed again, and you didnât think you could ever get the sound out of your mind. It was so pretty and melodic, so good and precious.Â
âWell, anyway, I gotta get going, but I canât wait for tonight already. I miss you.â
You missed him too, loved him even. Did he? Could he? Could you?
It was cowardly of you, hypocritical actually. But you couldnât do it differently, didnât have the courage to look at Jungkook and say it. The words wouldnât leave you, you were certain, if you stood in front of him. He deserved more than a text, but more than that he deserved the truth. And the truth was you couldnât do this, any of it in fact, not anymore. Couldnât meet his parents, or even pretend to be his girlfriend any longer, not in good conscience. It had to end.
Your thumbs shook as you slowly found the right letters, strung together the words and sentences. You hit delete every other word, barely getting a paragraph together in almost an hour. Because worst of all, even as you tried to offer some honesty, you knew you couldnât offer it entirely to him, couldnât let Jungkook know just how exactly you felt, how deeply you had plunged into love with him.Â
Iâm sorry, Jeon, but I donât think I can keep this going any longer. I know I said Iâd meet your parents, but I think weâre just going a little too far by doing that. I hope you understand. I know Iâm not fulfilling our contract and youâll lose your bet with Taehyung and Iâm really sorry, so Iâll just wire back all the money. I never touched it anyway.Â
You were about to finish off the paragraph, deciding that any wishes for your future relationship as friends would be too much to ask for, thumb sliding over the glass, when your phone lit up, buzzing and ringing. And right just then, you accepted the call, your heart dropping in your chest. Your stomach twisted terribly because you couldnât do this. How could you? Hear his voice, talk to him as if you werenât just about to call this entire thing off over text? How could you pretend it was all fine when youâd felt gutted for the entire week?
âHey,â Jungkook greeted you, oh so unaware. You could hear the harsh wind coming through the speaker. âIâm sorryââ
You wished heâd stop apologising. If he just knew what youâd been thinking of him for the past few days, all the assumptions you had made about him and his character, his parents too.Â
ââbut looks like I wonât make it by two.â
There was a sigh, and you let the silence usher Jungkook to keep on speaking, knowing your voice would merely betray you.
âI tried to jumpstart the car, but yeah, it didnât work out. We called some people now and seems like weâre gonna have to have the car towed and fixed at the shop.â
The frustration bled through in Jungkookâs voice. It was obvious. He had spent all morning trying desperately to fix his momâs car in the freezing cold, and now it had come to this.
âWe called my dad. Heâs on his way here because I still need to go back to my parents and take a shower. Itâs gonna take some timeâthe drive to my parents, the shower and then the drive to your placeâso I definitely wonât make it by two. But I should be at your place by three the latest though, I hope thatâs fine?â
You closed your eyes, wondered just what exactly you were supposed to say. And so, for a while you didnât as you gathered yourself.
âCabbage? Are you there? Can you hear-â
âY-yeah.â You chewed on your lip, took a few more seconds before speaking. âYou⊠donât have to come-â
âWhat? No, I promised you Iâd drive you. Let me at least do that,â Jungkook insisted, and you hoped heâd just understand. How direct did you have to be?Â
âItâs fine, you donât have to,â you tried, but to no avail.
He snorted. âCabbage, Iâm driving you. No matter what. My dadâs almost here. You wonât have to wait long. Iâll probably be at your place before three actually. I shower quickly!â
You pressed your hands to your eyes until dark spots appeared, shaking your head. Why couldnât he just understand?Â
A lump knotted your throat shut, your voice wavering as you began speaking, âI-I think we should just-â
âAh, my dadâs here! I gotta go, cabbage. But please just wait, Iâll be there soon, okay? Canât wait to see you! Itâs gonna be great. Youâre gonna charm their asses off, okay?â
And before you could even protest, confess to Jungkook that you couldnât do any of this, he had hung up. You stared as your phone displayed your lockscreen before ultimately turning black, leaving you with your reflection.
You caught yourself in your mirror, realising how puffy your eyes were. It was blatantly obvious you had cried. You were a mess, in no state to meet anyoneâs parents, no less Jungkookâs perfect parents. But now you couldnât even get yourself out of this anymore, not when you had heard his excitement again. How could you disappoint him?Â
Just one more day. Youâd do it for one more day, him and you. Youâd just get today over with, that much you owed him, and then youâd sit him down to break it all off.
The dress was still oh so beautiful on you, harmonised perfectly with the white cropped cardigan you had picked out for today because it was, indeed, cold like Jungkook had said it was, and you really didnât want to freeze. Your hair remained the same as always. You had thought about changing it, but decided in the end that at least your hair should be the way you were used to. Same with your jewellery, the same few pieces you wore every day adorning you today too. You kept the makeup minimal, and still it took you ages to get it done, hands shaky as you carefully drew on eyeliner and curled your lashes.Â
Looking at yourself you wondered if it was enough to fool everyone, yourself possibly even that you were perfectly fine, that you fit to Jungkook, that he and you could be something more, that your background was the same as theirs, that you were just another Narae, well-off and well-travelled.
But your doubts and worries had no time to brew, your doorbell announcing Jungkook. Shrugging on your coat and slipping into the pair of black kitten heels you had borrowed from Chaeyoung, you gave yourself one more look in the mirror. You looked beautiful, you knew that. Everything about you looked so close to perfect, and yet, you felt the opposite. Today was the last time for Jungkook and you, and just the thought made you want to cry.
You shook your head, not wanting to keep Jungkook waiting any longer. It was truly cold, and you regretted your choice of shoes the moment you stepped outside, cursing yourself. The wind snaked up your legs. Maybe if you knew that this wasnât going to be your last day together as a pretend couple, you would have run up and changed. But more than ever before, you wanted to look your best today. Because at the very least, however today might end (badly), you looked good.
Jungkook agreed, face lighting up the moment he laid his eyes on you. You tried your very best to return your smile. He looked oh so good too, wondering if he matched you on purpose. His sweater was the same deep rich red as yours, a white turtleneck layered underneath. He paired it off with some black slacks and black boots, your scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. You couldnât look at him too long, vision beginning to swim when you did, so you focused on the ground, one step after the other.
âYouâre so beautiful,â Jungkook gasped, clutching his chest and pretending to have a heart attack.Â
âThank you,â you said, speaking quietly, afraid your voice was going to betray you. âYou too.â
Your compliment made his smile turn into a grin. âWell, youâre prettier.â
Usually, youâd make some snarky comment, fall into the same old banter youâd established with him long ago. Today, you could barely bring yourself to look at him.Â
âLetâs-â
Jungkook cupped your face, lifting your eyes to him, forcing you to face him. His gaze turned your insides soft and puddy, hands beginning to shake by your side.
âIâm so happy, cabbage,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips. It almost made you cry. You screwed your eyes shut. Before the kiss could go on longer, devastate you more, crush you further, you pulled away.
âI-Iâve got lipgloss on,â you mumbled, giving Jungkook a short smile before stepping aside to walk to his car. He laughed behind you, telling you how he didnât mind at all, but still, he followed you.
Just as you were about to reach for the car door, he did it for you. Always the gentleman. You paused for a second, surprised (why were you?), before climbing inside, heart heavy as you waited for him to just close the car door. Jungkook didnât though, drawing your eyes back to him.
âAre you sure about the shoes?â he asked you, brows furrowed together. âItâs cold. Youâre not even wearing stockings.â
You felt even more self-conscious all of a sudden, tucking your feet underneath the seat, cheeks warming and heart thrumming. These shoes were the only ones that fit with your outfit. You didnât have an extensive shoe collection, anything you could change into now wouldnât match. Itâd be a waste not to wear them, especially after you had asked Chaeyoung to borrow them.
âY-yeah, itâs fine.â
Jungkook seemed to disagree, still standing there with the car door in his hand, and when he opened his mouth, you knew he was going to argue with you.
âI really-â
âItâs fine,â you repeated, reaching for the door handle. âLetâs just go. Weâre gonna be late.â
The frown didnât disappear from his face, but he conceded, albeit with a sigh. His hand squeezed yours, and you flinched, pulling it away as if he burned you. Jungkook stopped, eyes shooting to yours.
Your heart dropped in your chest. Oh no.Â
You put on your brightest and biggest smile. âSorry, your handâs just super cold,â you laughed.Â
Jungkook blinked before smiling, âAh, sorry.â
With that he shut the car door, and you pulled the seat belt across your body, readying your words on your tongue that you had thought of this entire time.
Iâm super tired. Do you mind if I sleep during the ride?
It was a blatant lie. Every nerve and fibre of your body was lit up, wired tightly. You couldnât find sleep even if you laid in your bed now. The thought of having to talk to Jungkook for the entirety of the car ride, however, turned your stomach upside down.Â
You decided to wait for him to put on the seat belt first before saying it, needing a few more seconds to rid the knot from your throat. From the corner of your eye, you watched as he climbed inside, putting his key into the ignition, rubbing his hands together. But rather than reach for the seat belt, Jungkook fumbled with the console, turning on the heat, carefully turning the knob back and forth. Warm air started blasting from the heaters immediately, wrapping you up from every direction.
âDo you want the seat warmer too?â
He looked at you so sincerely. You crumbled almost.
âI-Itâs okay.â
âJust say a word and Iâll change it, okay? Donât want you freezing,â he said before strapping the seat belt across his chest. You turned to the window.Â
Your voice wavered slightly. âUh, Iâm super tired. Do you mind if I sleep during the ride?â
âOh, yeah, no, totally. Get some sleep. Iâll wake you up when weâre there. Gonna take a while anyway.â
You hummed in response, frowning when you saw Jungkook rub his hands together, blowing into them, even holding them up to the heaters for a few seconds. Before you could wonder for too long, he took your hand into his, thumb brushing back and forth.
âWarm enough?â
He said it with such a beautiful smile. It shattered you. You merely nodded before turning away, eyes closing shut, a lump stuck in your throat. The gesture, however small, dug into your heart like a knife. He was so nice, so kind, so good. And for the past week, you had thought the worst of him.Â
You knew you had arrived even before Jungkook parked the car. The engine slowly shut off, keys jangling when he pulled them out. You heard the click of his seat belt, some shuffling, and your heart beat faster as you waited for him to wake you up. Truth be told, you hadnât thought this through. How were you going to convince him that you had slept this entire time when you hadnât even for a single second? The last time you had pretended to sleep in the car was when you were seven and didnât want to go to school. And even then, it hadnât worked, your mother seeing right through you.
Jungkook had held your hand the entire ride. You had so gotten used to the feeling of his warmth that when he slowly pried his hand out of yours, you felt oddly cold. For a second, you thought you had to have imagined it when you heard the car door open. But when the sound of it softly closing followed, you knew you hadnât. Maybe he wanted to come around and then wake you up?
You waited a few more seconds but when your car door remained shut, you slowly peeled your eyes open. Once again, Jungkook wasnât there. But your attention turned to the house across the street instead. Jisoo and Chaeyoung had, of course, asked for Jungkookâs addressâJust in case. He had happily sent it to them, and you too if you wanted to forward it to anyone else too. (The fact that Jisoo was over an hour's train ride away didnât matter by the way.) You couldnât recall the address, but you did remember the house number, and you were definitely staring at the right house right now.
It was bigger than you could have imagined it to be. It was so absurdly big, almost cartoonishly so. Even more so because it was decked out with all kinds of Christmas lights and stockings. You doubted no second the inside rivalled Chaeyoungâs and Jisooâs home. But however ridiculous it was to you, this was Jungkookâs childhood home, the house where he grew up in. Where he spent his childhood and teenage years. This particular house. A house. Whilst you grew up in a flat, just with enough space to cram in your little family.
You saw him then, standing next to the expensive car parked in the driveway. Jungkook opened the car door to the passenger seat, and a second later, his mother stepped out. He offered her his hand, earning himself a big smile from her. From inside the car, you couldnât hear what she said, but you could imagine it. She was right, he was a great son.Â
Jungkook looked a lot like his mother, you realised. She had gifted him with her kind eyes and soft big smile. No wonder, her son was so beautiful. She was an elegant woman. It was obvious. The kind of woman that wore cashmere sweaters, baked fresh bread every Sunday, made sure to do her skincare routine every morning and night, expensive creams and serums lining her bathroom cupboard. Not a single hair on her head was grey. She was the perfect wife and mother.
From the driver's seat, a man emerged, Jungkookâs dad. There was a hint of grey colouring his hair, but he pulled it off well. He was shorter than Jungkook by a bit, but you could see right away where Jungkook got his confidence from. For a moment, you wondered if that was how Jungkook would look like when he was older. Would he resemble his father? His dad quickly rounded the car, greeting his son with a hug before taking his wifeâs hand into his. He had a kind smile too, you noticed. Of course, he did.
Jungkook had to have said something particularly funny because both his parents erupted into laughter. You looked away, closing your eyes.Â
What were you doing here?
The question blared louder than ever before. Could you really do this? Fool everyone? Yourself too? The answer was obvious to you as you looked ahead. A part of you wished you had come to that conclusion before you had gotten into the car. You didnât know your way around this neighbourhood (of course, not), but you knew you had to get away from here either way.
You stepped out of the car, quietly shutting the door. He couldnât see, couldnât know. You had to get away, now.
âWhereâs your girlfriend, Kook?âÂ
His fatherâs voice made you pause. Jungkook sounded so much like him.
âIn the car. Sheâs sleeping.â
âAre you not gonna wake her up? At least, let her come inside and sleep inside. Itâs so cold.â
âNo, I was gonna, but then I saw you and dad pull up,â Jungkook explained, his voice carried to you through the wind. His car offered you enough coverage to hide and at the same time allowed a clear view of Jungkook and his parents. âAlso, I was gonna get her another pair of shoes. Sheâs wearing heels.â
His mother gasped. âIn this weather? Does she at least have stockings on?â When he shook his head, she gasped again. âNo, thatâs not good. You better get her another pair of shoes. Sheâs gonna freeze!â
âI know- ah, I turned off the heat!â Jungkook touched his forehead as if to say how stupid of him.Â
You pressed your lips together, teeth sinking into your tongue. The guilt clawed up your throat, raw and red. It hurt, so much so that you didnât even feel the cold wind on your feet and up your legs, or the way they ached from the unnatural arch the heels forced them into.Â
âGo get your girlfriend some shoes,â Jungkookâs father told him. âIâll get the groceries-â
âWhat? No, let me, dad. I can do both. Iâll be quick.â
âItâs fine, Kook. We donât want your girlfriend freezing.â His mother placed her hand on his shoulder. But like the good son he was, he wasnât having it, already moving to open the trunk.
âItâs okay. I turned off the car just now, and sheâs been sleeping peacefully this entire time. Iâll be quick,â Jungkook insisted. âYou guys get inside.â
His parents looked at him with a sigh, realising defeat. Jungkookâs father handed him the car keys.
âWell, you better be quick. You know we canât wait to meet Y/N.â
And with that, they walked inside, hand in hand. Your heart shattered, your name rolling so easily off their lips. It was so odd to hear them say it, hear with how much kindness they did.Â
You should just go now, take this opportunity to run, but your feet remained cemented, your eyes following Jungkook as he brought the first two bags up to the front door before grabbing the last two out of the car. Moving his foot underneath the sensor, the trunk closed automatically. You knew nothing about cars but you knew that such a feature didnât come with most, and was definitely not cheap either.
Right now, looking ahead of you, you could see for the first time clearly just how different Jungkook and you were. There were two different worlds between you, a distance that no one could cross, no less a relationship that wasnât genuine to begin with. It had been nice and fun, foolishly nice and fun, to pretend all this time, but in the end it had been foolish more than anything.Â
Why you didnât move still remained a mystery to you. Maybe your feet had really frozen to the sidewalk, the heels one of your worst ideas yet, or maybe you simply couldnât do it, bring it over your heart to just walk away. Maybe you just needed a little more, of him and you. You knew these few seconds would be the last ones of peace before it would all crumble. The illusion would shatter. He and you would be done, forever. There would be no more hangouts together with all your friends, no more cookies and Avatar marathons, no more kisses and hugs.Â
Jungkook and you would dissolve, just as quickly as it had all begun in that library with a notebook and pen.Â
Jungkook was about to turn around and close the door and heâd see you, standing there on the sidewalk with your eyes set straight on him. Heâd see you and heâd smile and put down the bags and walk over to you and ask you why you were standing there and why did you get out of the car and how cold it was. How stupid and silly of you!Â
Heâd come over and bring you into a hug and his lips would ghost over the crown of your head and youâd cave and melt and youâd go in and meet his family and itâd hurt so much to tell Jungkookâs parents what your parents did when theyâd inevitably ask you because of course they would and youâd have to see as they realised that your parents didnât get to enjoy higher education. Theyâd be silent for a few seconds before nodding and smiling. Theyâd quickly change the topic because it was better to talk about something else and oh I heard something so interesting on the news recently, did you hear?
But you didnât move, even as Jungkook turned, arms heavy with grocery bags, and lifted his head, eyes meeting yours as you predicted he would. His lips lifted up into a smile, a smile bigger than youâd expected. He didnât move though. Instead he blurred into a heap of colours.
You could no longer do this.
The image of him cleared as the first tears fell, and you watched as his face crumbled while he watched your chest heave up and down, sobs pushing out from your throat.Â
Jungkook let go of the grocery bags, the contents spilling out. When he took his step towards you, you did too, away from him. He stilled, frozen. Why, you could see it on his face. Why were you crying? Why were you moving away from him? He deserved answers, an explanation, but the most you could muster up right now was the shake of your head.
No.
And then you took off.Â
âY/N!âÂ
You pressed your hand to your lips, scared of filling the street with your gut wrenching sobs. Tears kept streaming down your face, hot and heavy.Â
You did feel sorry for doing this to Jungkook. But you had to. Because he wasnât going to. It had to be you. You who finally saw the truth in the eye that this was ridiculous, that this had gone off the rails, that Jungkook and you should have never gotten to this point, to where you found comfort in his arms and he knew your favourite cookies and you showed him your home and he knew more than he should about you. To the point where you had shared the bed together and knew the softness of the otherâs lips. To the point where you had irrevocably and undeniably and unfortunately fallen for Jungkook.
You were in love with Jeon Jungkook, and it was the worst thing you could have done to yourself-
âY/N!â
And it was affirmed when he seized your elbow and turned you around. You didnât make it very far. Your eyes locked with his, and you could see it in them. How this was going to end. How this had to end, now.Â
You were reminded of when you ran out on Jaehwa after seeing him for the first time again. It was what you always did, you realised. Run.Â
You just never expected youâd have to run out on Jungkook too.
His eyes, wide and big, searched your face, for something to give him a clue as to what was going on in the head of yours, anything. He didnât understand.Â
You pulled away from him as if his touch burned you, pushed him away.
âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â he asked, frantic, reaching out for you again, but you couldnât let him touch you, tumbling backwards. Hurt flashed across his features, but this was for the best. Why did you have to be this dramatic? How stupid of you!
âI-I canât,â you stuttered, shaking your head, dragging your coat sleeve frantically on your cheeks. âI-I just canât.â
Jungkook stared at you, face twisting and morphing into emotions you couldnât decipher. You had never really understood him anyway.
âO-okay, hey, thatâs fine.â
Who would have thought this would hurt so much to hear?
âThatâs alright.â
He should be furious, absolutely and utterly mad with you. You had just run away. If he hadnât caught you, he would have had to somehow explain to his parents why his so-called perfect girlfriend was suddenly gone. And yet, he met you with empathy and kindness. Jungkook was so good, so precious. He was so much better than you, deserved more.Â
âIâll give you a ride home-â
âNo!â you screamed, lungs heaving for air, chest rising and falling dramatically. You shook your head, repeated it again, quieter this time. âNo, you donât understand.â
Jungkook stared at you, mouth opening and closing. âOkay, then explain. But letâs do this in the car-â
âWhy are you like this?â You threw the question at his head, venomous and bitter. The anger wasnât fair, shouldnât be aimed at him at all. What had he done to deserve it? And yet, you couldnât find it in you to shift the target. âWhat are we doing?â
His brows knitted together, the knit deepening. âI-I donât know what you mean.â You looked at him as if he should. âCan we get to the car first, cabbage-â
You flinched. How could he still call you that?Â
âThis is so stupid,â you scoffed, shaking your head, eyes looking at everything but him. The cold wind blew your tears away, and your cheeks felt raw from all of the rubbing and dragging. âI- this is so wrong on so many levels. Why am I even here? What are we even doing? Why are you like this?â
âYou donât want to meet my parents, thatâs fine. I really think we should get to the car-â
âWhy? Because you donât want your neighbours and parents to see what crazy person youâve brought home?â
âWhat? No! Who said that? I wanna get to the car because itâs freezing cold and you only have a coat and heels on-â
âOh, please, Jeon!â The laugh slipping from your lips made Jungkook flinch. It was so mean, filled with so much spite. âDonât pretend to be good. What a cheap and pathetic act!â
None of the words you spoke were truthful. You didnât know where you pulled them from, you didnât believe any of them. All of them were hollow and mean. But maybe theyâd be enough though to bring out anger within Jungkook, make him come to the same realisation as you hadâthat he and you had to end. But knowing him, heâd meet you with empathy and kindness over and over again.Â
He had to hate you.Â
You had to make him hate you. Otherwise, this would never find an end. Otherwise, heâd convince you of the opposite, and youâd never be able to let go of him. Otherwise, youâd lose yourself completely to him.
And when you looked at Jungkook, you knew you were right. Because there was no no fire in his eyes, nothing. He still stared at you the same way he used to. Even after you had called him names. Hating you was the only option.
âI really think we should just talk this out another time.â
Defeat, you realised, contorted his features. Not anger. Not spite. None of it. Just defeat. You closed your eyes, shaking your head.
âYouâre clearly not in the best of moods and saying stuff that you donât mean. I don't know whatâs going on, but let me just give you a ride home and weâll figure this out another-â
âFigure out what?â You leaned forward, gestured wildly around yourself. âWe? Oh, please, Jeon, thereâs no fucking âweâ. Donât make me laugh!â
He shook his head, hands running through his hair.Â
âI really donât think you mean any of this, Y/N. I know this entire situation must be bringing up bad memories for you- I know Jaehwa hurt you-â
âWhat? This has nothing to do with him,â you scoffed, narrowing your eyes, the words pushing through your clenched teeth like a bullet out of a gun. âWhat do you know, Jeon? What do you really know, huh? Actually, how can you know anything? You with your perfect stupid fucking family with a house oh so big because you just had to show everybody how you were better and richer and greater. What do you know about anything, really?â
You werenât making sense, but you could see a change in Jungkookâs face, the flicker in his eyes as you mentioned his family. Bullseye.
âMiss me with that bullshit. Youâre the kind of people I hate. Itâs all so fake and condescending- fuck, youâre so stupidly loaded youâre paying me to pretend to date you so you can win a stupid shitty bet with Taehyung. Your parents must be so proud of their great great son.â
He closed his eyes, screwed them so tightly shut in hopes that maybe if he did so long enough, this would turn out to be a bad dream. This wasnât happening. Things werenât falling apart like that. They couldnât. His hands curled into fists.
âNow you canât even look at me, Jeon?â you sneered, voice and words growing more and more vicious. âCanât face the truth, right? You pretend to be so good, so kind. But for fuckâs sake, look at the house you grew up in! Look at where I live! Youâre the same as Jaehwa- actually, no because at the very least, he didnât pretend like he and I werenât different. You should have some shame, but I guess with parents-â
âY/N!â
Your name cut through the air, and for once, you stopped and breathed. Jungkook had peeled his eyes open again, teeth gritted, jaw pulled taunt, hands curled into tight fists.Â
âI really think itâd be better if you stopped talking now.â
And yet, it wasnât the response you wanted.
You could have cried then, bawled, fallen to your knees and just admitted to it all. How much you did love him and how much you wanted him, but couldnât have him because this just wasnât going to work because he never really did love you and neither would his parents. He and you were doomed, like the moon and the sun. He just would never see it, too idealistic for his own good. Your blatant and devastating flaws. You werenât good or kind. You had to be the one to pull the plug, to call this what it wasâwrong.
âYeah, of course, youâd say that,â you mumbled, the tip of your shoes digging into the concrete, rolling back and forth. The scratching sound it produced soothed you oddly.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
âYou know what I mean. You rich people just canât ever face the truth-â
âNo, you idiot!âÂ
His voice echoed through the empty street, loud and clear. Anger and disdain coloured his words, features twisting and knits deepening. There it was, finally. The anger and upset you had waited and waited for, the blow of the bomb, the finale.Â
âI think you should stop talking because I love you and I donât want my heart broken any further!â
Jungkook was so loud. You had never heard him so loud before, yell like that, tell you so abundantly clear that he loved you. It was the declaration of declarations, blaring and grand. You had wanted to hear it, needed to hear it all this time, all this weekâthat he loved youâand now when you finally did, it was truly the worst thing anyone had ever told you ever. Because it was everything you wished for, but you couldnât have it, none of it. It wasnât real, and even if it was, even if he meant it and he loved you, you couldnât be with him. The truth didnât matter. You were too damaged, too broken, too fucked up to never not doubt Jungkook, not to fear that heâd leave at any point.Â
Youâd never trust him.
âI donât know whatâs going on with you!â He pointed at you, face scrunched and eyes red, tears welling. âI thought we had gotten past this- isnât it obvious that I do really love-â
âOh, please. You goddamn liar!â Your voice shook, broke in your throat and mouth, head spinning. You were losing Jungkook, spectacularly so. âWhat do you know about love? This is an act, Jeon! Youâre not in love with me! Youâre in love with an act! Youâre in love with the idea of winning your stupid bet with-â
âNo, no-â
âYes, Jeon, you donât know shit. You pretend like you do- think you do when in reality, you donât know anything about me. Who am I if not just a pawn in your game? Someone you paid, so you could boast and brag that you didnât get rejected, huh?â
Jungkook licked his lips, veins bulging in his neck as he tried his very best to not go too far, implode on you, hands digging into the roots of his hair. âNo, thatâs not true. The bet between Tae and meââ
âActually, you know what? I donât even care. Because all of it is wrong. Itâs not what we agreed upon-â
âOkay, yeah, so we werenât supposed to kiss and spend time together privately, or sleep with each other and talk on the phone for hours. But look at us now!â He pointed between him and you, as if there was something between you. âWe did it all, okay? And? Was it so bad?â
His eyes fixed yours, so deeply. He took a step towards you, and you didnât back away, couldnât.
âYou call me a liar when I tell you I love youââ His voice shook, trembled terribly, and you could see Jungkook fight to find the right words, struggle to speak. It pained you to know it was all because of you. How easy would it be to take it all back? Admit fault and go back? But would it be right? ââbut tell me then, why are you looking at me like that?â
You tried a laugh. A laugh that was meant to dismiss it all, deny the truth, but it sounded hollow and wrong. You couldnât even look him in the eyes, beginning to crumble. And Jungkook saw right through you.
âLook at me and tell me you donât feel something!âÂ
You closed your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your stomach. The world began to spin faster and faster, and you felt like you were losing the ground underneath yourself.
âYouâre not being fair,â you whispered, shaking your head. You were speaking much quieter now, your voice having lost all of its bite and edge. This had been harder than you expected. âYouâre breaking the contract-â
âOh my God, will you forget about that? Both of us broke it a long time ago, willingly! Can you please just forget about all of itâthe contract, the betâand look at the facts?â
Jungkook was begging at this point. Would you come to your senses?
âDo you really genuinely think that the past weeks- months didnât mean anything to me? That it was really all just pretend? That I lied about all of it? That Iâm really such a big asshole that Iâd pretend to be in love with you this entire time, call you daily, buy you your favourite cookies, hold your hand and kiss you and tell youââ This seemed to drain Jungkook of everything, voice trembling as he presented the worst version of himself to you. ââover and over again that I love you?â
He leaned forward, searched for your eyes.Â
It was right in front of youâa white flag up in the air, for you to grab and hiss. You could do it now, heâd forgive you, you were certain of that. Jungkook was still kind enough to do so, his heart ready to let you back in. You wouldnât even need to say anything, just falling into his arms would suffice. Itâd be so easy. Simple, in fact. Heâd let you do it, take your silent defeat as an apology. Youâd never have to talk about it ever again. It was tempting, slip back into what you were before as if you werenât aware that he and you were two parallel lines never meant to cross. Jungkook would never be tempted to take this way out, heâd stand straight for what heâd said, repent. The thought to take the easy way out would never cross his mind. It did yours.
âY-yeah, I do.â
Jungkook shook his head, mouth set in a line.
âYou donât mean that-â
âYes, I do-â
âY/N, no, no, you-â
âStop,â you laughed, shaking your head. âStop insisting that I donât mean it. I do. I-â
It was so ironic. It felt like the entire universe was mocking you, laughing at the two of you. This was what Jungkook had wished for him and you, imagined how beautiful it would be, how youâd sit together in front of the window and watch before heâd suggest to go outside and youâd follow happily. Youâd dance and play until neither of you could feel your hands and your cheeks were rough and raw from the cold wind. Youâd yearn for the warm, shiver as you stepped inside, but youâd be happy. So very happy. But now it felt like a stab to your hearts instead.Â
The first few snowflakes softly landed on your sleeve. It was so beautiful. The entire street would be white in a few hours, kids would come out to play soon.
âIâll pay you back.â You took a step back, rubbed away the tears that wanted to spill. âSee it as compensation for⊠not meeting your parents.â
Jungkook couldnât respond, teeth sinking into his tongue, biting on the muscle until it hurt too much.Â
âThatâs not- thatâs not the point. I donât care for the money, I just-â He deflated. âJust-just meet them, Y/N. Give them a chance, please. Youâll realise- theyâre gonna love-â
He stopped when you shrunk in on yourself, vehemently shaking your head. Neither of you said anything, just allowing the snow to fall around you and cover you in white. Youâd be shivering in just a few minutes, hair and skin wet, feet shaky on the cold ground.Â
Jungkook looked down, hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped.Â
âOkay.â
You stood there as you waited for him to turn his back to you and walk away, waited and waited to be finally alone. Heâd do it and youâd be alone and youâd be proven right, vindicated. Relief would flood you, knowing you had seen it coming, had always known correctly, protected you, at least, this time of hurt and-
The keys looked cold to the touch.
âTake them. Wait in the car. Call Chae or whoever to come pick you up. You can leave the keys in the car. Iâll get them later.â
Jungkook was ordering you, telling you what to do. And though he spoke with finality, allowing no room for you to disagree, his voice trembled and shook. You didnât have to look to know the tears staining his cheeks, to know how much you had hurt him, realise that in your quest to do the best for both him and you because he deserved better and not be hurt and left in the end, you had done just that to Jungkook, plunged the knife into his heart and pushed it further even as he spat out blood.Â
âItâs fine, I can-â
You couldnât even finish your sentence before Jungkook grabbed your hand and placed the keys into your palm, forcing your fingers shut around them with his own. His touch sent sparks through your body. Itâd be the last time heâd ever touch you, you realised, and before you could stop it, the tears spilt. But you didnât let out a noise, kept your head low and eyes even lower.Â
âMerry Christmas, Y/N.â
Jungkook hesitated before letting go, his feet dragging as he walked away.
Maybe it was you holding the gun, not Jungkook.
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Yandere!Seokjin x fem!reader
Summary: You liked him, liked as in past tense. Liked as in you didnât like him anymore. He didnât believe it for a second, and heâll do anything to make you like him again.
Warnings: Cursing, stalking, Jin is kinda narcissistic?, heâs also mean and delusional, possessiveness, jealousy, voyeurism, smut, drugging, implied kidnapping
Wc: 5.9k
A/n: based on this req! Love the idea, hope you like it!
Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or youâre under 18 ÂĄdo not read! Iâm not your mother, and I donât take any accountability for what you decide to read online!
He met you through Jimin. You were one of Jiminâs best friends, it seemed like he had known you for a long time.
So who were he to ruin Jiminâs image of you, and tell him that you were just so annoying. You were pretty yes, but it was something about your laugh. Something about the way you talked. It just rubbed Jin the wrong way. There are some people you just donât click with, he thought to himself. As he looked at you from across the table. Some people are just not meant to be friends, and thatâs ok. The only problem is that Jimin brought you with him no matter what. It was always âcan y/n come?â. He asked Jimin once why he brought you around all the time.
âShe just broke up with her boyfriend. Cut her some slack man.â
He had answered. But it had been eight months. Which, in his opinion, was more than enough time to heal from a breakup. But you still showed up. Every. Single. Time.
âWhat are you going to order, Jin?â
You asked him, looking back at him from across the table. You were slightly blushing for some reason. Everyoneâs eyes turned to him, waiting for his response. In all honesty, he had been too busy thinking about you, to even read the menu.
âI donât know yet.â
He answered in a stern voice.
âI really like the lobster here, itâs really good.â
Jin almost rolled his eyes at your comment.
âReally? Well I guess Iâll order that!â
He said with an overly excited tone. Not being able to control the sarcasm in his voice. Thankfully the waiter came before you could answer him. Everyone started saying their order, before it was his turn.
âIâll have the salmon.â
He said and looked briefly over at you. To see if youâd have a reaction. You looked puzzled down at the menu for a second.
âIâll have the salmon as well.â
âWait! Jin, wait for me!â
You yelled after him, trying to run in your high heels. He had finally been able to leave. And thankfully he was able to mostly converse with Namjoon during the dinner. He had almost made it into the taxi, but you caught him. He couldnât just shut the door in your face. Heâs not directly mean to you, at least he tries not to be directly mean to you. But god, you were so annoying! Why couldnât you just take a hint and leave him alone?
âWhat?â
You were a little out of breath, and needed a moment to catch your breath before talking.
âI was just- I live on the way to your place. Maybe we could, you know, share a taxi?â
He mentally cursed himself for not shutting the door in your face. Cause now he had to actually be alone with you for at least 10 minutes.
âOh come on, Iâll pay for myself donât worry.â
You said when you saw him hesitating.
âFine.â
He simply answered and jumped in the backseat. Not caring to find an excuse.
âSo, did you have fun tonight?â
You asked him once the taxi started moving. He sighed. Now he had to small talk with you as well.
âYeah it was alright.â
He shrugged. He could see in his peripheral view that you were looking at him.
âThe salmon was so good! You were so right about that one.â
You tried again, once he didnât take the conversation further.
âI didnât say anything to you about it. You just copied me.â
You laughed, thinking that he was just joking.
âYouâre so funny!â
You said in between laughs, and even went as far as leaning over him in a fit of laughter. He sat completely still. Not engaging with you what so ever. Once you realised, you sat back up.
âWe should go out for dinner more together. I think it would-â
âPlease y/n! Just shut the fuck up!â
He suddenly bursted out. He didnât mean to. It just came out.
âYou donât have to talk all the time. Youâre so annoying!â
He looked at you, your smile was no where to be seen. And for some reason he missed it already.
âIâm sorry.â
He quickly mumbled, hoping that your lips would turn at least a little bit upwards. But they didnât. You looked away from him, turning your face completely towards the window. Your entire body was trying the get the furtherest away from him as possible, and it hurt him for some reason. He sighed. Your place was coming up, he would probably feel better once you left the car. Out of sight, out of mind.
âI talk so much because I like you, Jin.â
You said, barley above a whisper. He looked back at you. The taxi stopped, signalising for you to get out.
âI really liked you.â
You gave him a last devastating look before opening the door and stepping out. You shut the door in his face before he could answer. It didnât matter, he was left speechless. And he did in fact not feel any better now that you left the car. He felt even worse.
âLikedâ you said you âliked himâ. As in past tense. As in you didnât like him anymore. He was laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldnât sleep, and when he canât sleep he starts thinking. It had been a week since the incident in the taxi. The incident where you said you âlikedâ him. Whatever that meant.
He would give you an apology next weekend. Pull you aside before you sit down at the table. Explain that he was just tired, that he didnât mean it. In the moment he meant it, but he didnât mean to say it out loud. He was amazed by the fact that he actually felt sorry for you. He didnât like you, so why was he so obsessed with getting you to like him? Maybe he liked you more than he thought? Nah. He told himself before rolling over and closing his eyes. Trying to think of something or anything else.
Friday came around eventually, and he was ready to meet the boys (and you) at a restaurant. He walked in, a little earlier than usual. He had to pull you aside before you sat down, just so it didnât get awkward.
âYouâre early today, whatâs up bro?â
Jimin lit up once he saw Jin approaching the table. He sat down beside Jimin, briefly looking at the empty seat next to him.
âWhereâs y/n?â
He asked once he realised it was only the two of them. You always arrived with Jimin. He always picked you up, even if it was a longer route. Jin felt weird just thinking about it. What if Jimin had feelings for you? Why would he go to such lengths if he didnât? The feeling in his chest couldnât be described as anything but jealousy.
âSheâs not feeling well.â
He simply commented.
âWhy?â
He asked with a smug face, slightly poking him in the side with his elbow. Jin rolled his eyes, leaning away from him.
âSheâs always with you, itâs not weird that Iâm asking.â
He scolded his younger friend. Jimin stopped, but giggled slightly at his defensiveness.
âWhatever you say man.â
Jimin said, before changing the topic. Jin wondered if you truly was sick, or if you just didnât want to face him. You didnât strike him as a cowardly person. You would probably show up if you could. So the only explanation to why you wouldnât show up to hear his apology, must be that you were sick of course.
But two weeks after that, you didnât show. Two months passed and still no sign of you. Jin wanted to ask Jimin, but he didnât want Jimin to think he actually cared. But he did care. He wanted to apologise for being a dick, thatâs all. His conscience needed to be cleared for him to move on. At least thatâs what he told himself. The first weekend after the two month mark, (not that he kept track of the time or anything), the boys went to watch a football game. It was weird that you didnât show, considering that you loved football. You wouldnât miss out. So Jin decided to ask again.
âIs y/n still sick? Did she fucking break her leg or something?â
He asked Jimin once they had found their places.
âI donât know man. I asked her if she wanted to come, she said she was going with someone else.â
He said and shrugged. Someone else? Why was he hurt that you would rather go with someone else?
âOk, Iâll go get a beer. Anyone want one?â
Namjoon was the only one who raised a hand, small excuses of work in the morning was heard from the others. He squeezed out of the row of seats. He needed to clear his head, he had to stop this obsession he had with you. After the game he would call you, and if you didnât pick up he would go to your house. Enough was enough, he had to see you.
âJin?â
Your voice made him turn around. There you were, two beers in hand and the familiar blue shirt of your favourite team. Your hair was in a ponytail, so he could clearly see your entire face. And you were smiling. Smiling at him like what happened two months and a week ago was ancient history.
âY/n? What are you doing here?â
He mentally face palmed himself for asking something so obvious. You looked down at your shirt and back up at him.
âThe same reason you are, I suppose.â
He laughed awkwardly, before you both went quiet.
âLook, y/n. I just wanted to ap-â
âHey, babe. Iâll hold these for you.â
A manâs voice interrupted him. He looked at the man who approached you take your beers. You looked at him as well before looking back to Jin.
âIâm sorry, this is my boyfriend Hoseok.â
Jin was left speechless at your choose of words to describe the man. You had a boyfriend now?! The feeling of jealousy started to spread through his chest again.
âThis is Jin, Jiminâs friend.â
You told this Hoseok, when he didnât answer. Jiminâs friend? That was it? He was offended by the fact that you didnât view him as more. You had a crush on him for gods sake!
âIâd shake your hand man, but you know.â
He raised the beers in his hand awkwardly. Jin still kept quiet. Not wanting to utter a simple word to the man you dared calling your boyfriend.
âIâll catch up with you, just go back to the seats, ok?â
You told your boyfriend, and he happily complied walking away from the uncomfortable situation.
âWhy are you acting so strange?â
He shook his head.
âI donât know. I just- I thought you had a crush on me. But now you have a boyfriend, so.â
You smiled at him.
âI liked you, yeah. But after you rejected me in that taxi, I moved on. Itâs not that deep, some people just donât click.â
His stomach turned into knots, he hated the way you sounded like him. He hated the way you spoke about him. That it wasnât that deep? Well, it was really deep to him. Extremely deep actually.
âIâm sorry, y/n. I really am. I shouldâve never said those things to you.â
He managed to apologise, regardless of the burning anger he felt inside. How dared you reject him? He rejected you first.
âJin, itâs ok. Seriously. Itâs all in the past.â
You patted his shoulder before taking a step away from him.
âTell the boys I said hi.â
You said before walking away. This was not how this was going to end. He had spent two months and a week thinking about exactly how you would respond, and what would happen after. You were not supposed to be so nonchalant and run away to your new boyfriend. You were supposed to accept his apology and run into his arms. Maybe even give him a kiss and a blowjob for his effort to be so empathetic. He was going to make things right.
He couldnât sleep again. How could he after you basically dumped him? So he started thinking. Why would you do such a thing? Why would you hurt him? He knows that he hurt you, but he apologised. So you should stop whatever prank you got going on and come back to the group. Come back to him. He really didnât know why he felt this need for you. Before all this he literally couldnât stand you. But now itâs like he yearned for you. And it was baffling to him that you didnât feel the same.
Maybe you were just using that Hoseok guy to make him jealous. Yeah, thatâs it. This was your payback. He laughed at the thought and sat up in his bed. Turning on the lamp on his nightstand. Might as well pay you a visit.
He payed the taxi driver before closing the door carefully. It was the middle of the night, not a soul to see in your neighbourhood. He looked up at your apartment building, he knew you lived on the seconds floor. The light in your living room was on. He quickly looked down at his phone. 02:38 am. You shouldâve been asleep already.
He walked over to the other side of the road to get a better view of your living room. Trying to get a glimpse of you in your natural habitat. And to his surprise you were there. Completely naked. He felt a familiar feeling in his groin once he saw what was going on behind those walls. You were on the sofa on top of your new boyfriends dick. Your back was turned towards the window, giving Jin a perfect view of your ass bouncing up and down. Jin ripped his eyes away from you to check if anyone else was seeing this. But no lights were on, and no bystanders. What a freak you were, having sex right in front of a window where anyone could see.
Or maybe you were doing it for him? The curtains were slightly open, just enough open for him to see you. Maybe you didnât shut them completely, for him? Maybe you hoped he would show up after the two of you met the same day? It was working for him. Mesmerised by the way your body moved in pleasure, he slid his hand into his pyjama bottoms. He couldnât help himself. You looked so good, and you were so perfectly placed that he could see the dick going in and out of you. His only wish was hearing you. He wanted to hear you moan so bad. Suddenly you slowed down. Jinâs hand moved faster, trying to reach release before the show was over. Just one last bounce before you sank down beside him. Now facing the window. He continued, now seeing your heaving naked chest sprawled out on the sofa. He was close, very close. And once he saw you get up and walk towards the window completely naked, body glistening, tits slightly bouncing, he couldnât help but feel a euphoric release.
Reality hit him immediately after. In the time it took for him to ride out his orgasm, you had made it to the window. Now staring directly at him. He quickly pulled his hand out of his trousers, turning around to face the wall immediately. The sticky wet spot that made the fabric of his pyjamas stick to his skin, was a shameful reminder. He didnât know if you had seen him. He didnât know if you were calling the police, or still looking at him. But he stood completely still, awaiting his destiny. After a few minutes he pulled his phone up from his pocket, calling for a taxi back to his place.
It wasnât until he heard the taxi pull up he dared turning around. His eyes flickered up to the window. No sight of you, no sight of nothing. The curtains were shut completely this time.
It was Saturday, Jimin had invited the boys to his house for a few drinks and some food. Jin hadnât gotten drunk in some time and quite frankly needed it to forget whatever madness happened the weekend before. So he gladly accept once Jimin proposed the idea in the group chat. Something he would regret.
âCan you get the door? I canât let this burn man.â
Jimin asked and pointed to whatever he was making on the stove. Jin, being the first to show up that night was more than happy to welcome one of his mates, and walked over to the door.
âJin! Itâs so nice to see you again.â
You said and gave him a small hug as you stepped into Jiminâs apartment. He was left speechless. By you, but also by the man that followed you inside. You brought your boyfriend?
âHey man!â
Hoseok said and stretched out his hand for him to shake. Jin just stood there looking at his hand. He couldnât move. Too terrified that this was your way of revenge. You were going to expose him as the creep that jerked off outside your house to all his friends. And on top of that you brought your boyfriend to rub it even more in his face.
âYou know what, Iâm a hugger anyways.â
Hoseok laughed and pulled him in to a tight hug once he didnât shake his hand. Once he pulled away from the hug, Jin smiled at him. He couldnât risk getting on the bad side of Hoseok either. Maybe you told him?
âSorry, Hoseok right?â
He asked and took his hand in his. Your boyfriend chuckled and nodded. What a ray of fucking sunshine of a boyfriend you got. Not completely different to himself, he thought.
âOh please, just call me Hobi!â
He smiled before walking past Jin and following you inside. Jin continued to stand by the door for a second as he heard both you and your boyfriend greet Jimin in the kitchen. He had to talk to you. He had to pull you aside before you got the chance to reveal his big dirty secret. The boys would think he was disgusting, a creep, a weirdo. What the hell was he doing here? He had to run away. Run far far away and never come back.
âAre you ok?â
He got ripped out of his thoughts and realised the tall figure standing in front of him.
âAh, Namjoon. You scared me.â
He tried to play off. As if he wasnât standing in front of the open entrance door just staring out into the hallway.
âIâm ok yeah, but what about you? What have you been up to?â
He said and threw his arm around Namjoonâs shoulders, leading him into the apartment.
âWoah, ok. Itâs only been a week since we last saw each other.â
An hour had passed. You still hadnât said anything. Not even mentioned that night. He had taken a few shots out of agony and suspense. He couldnât get drunk. No, not while you were a ticking bomb ready to ruin his image forever. He had to stay sober so he could defend himself whenever the situation arose. Or if he was lucky enough to get you alone so he could convince you, hell maybe even beg for you not to say anything. He would do anything for you. For you not to say anything, of course.
âI have to go to the bathroom.â
You announced, slightly intoxicated. You were so cute, your face a little red and your words a little slow.
âI have to go to the bathroom too!â
Jin quickly said, getting up quickly. The room got quiet. He realised he had said that a little loud and with a little too much excitement.
âOk.â
You shrugged, walking away from the table. Everyone started talking again, meaning he was in the clear. He stumbled after you.
âAfter you, princess.â
You said as you proudly held the bathroom door open for him. He wouldâve smiled at your joke if this wasnât a serious situation.
âIâm sorry, but I have to go first.â
You mumbled and started unbuttoning your trousers. He nodded. He didnât even have to pee.
âY/n, Iâm so sorry. I didnât-â
âIâm not drunk enough to pee while youâre watching me.â
He panicked at your words and didnât know what to do with himself.
âOh- uh. Do you want me to leave?â
You laughed.
âNo silly. Just turn around.â
He did as instructed.
âIâm sorry, ok? I shouldâve never done that! Please, just donât tell the others y/n. I wonât recover from it.â
He started pleading, still facing the door. You went quiet for a few seconds. He gulped, anxious of what you would answer.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
You said and flushed the toilet. He turned around knowing you were finished. You were struggling with the button of your jeans, but looking at him with a confused look.
âAre you playing with me? Please if you are, donât, I canât handle that right now.â
You started washing your hands.
âNo, Jin. I have no idea what youâre talking about. Is this about that time in the taxi again? Cause I told you itâs ok.â
âNo. I mean- uh. Yes?â
He didnât know what to say. Did you really mean it? Had you not seen him that night? A wave of relief washed over him. If you were telling the truth he was the luckiest man alive.
âWhat?â
âItâs about last weekend.â
He tested, seeing if you would remember.
âAnd?â
You asked puzzled. He let out a breath of relief. You were completely clueless.
âI didnât mean to be so awkward with your- ehhh, Hobi.â
He managed to get out, not wanting to call him your boyfriend out loud. Now that he wasnât caught and labelled a total pervert, he still had a chance to win you back.
âMy Hobi, huh? Youâre cute Jin.â
You said as you unlocked the door.
âYouâre forgiven by the way.â
You closed the door behind you, and he quickly locked it. He had never felt more relieved in his entire life. Maybe you werenât looking at him, maybe you were just looking around to see if anyone saw? And maybe he was fortunate enough to be well enough hidden that night to not get caught. Well, he knew he would be more careful the next time. He shook his head, baffled by his own words. The next time? He thought as he flushed the toilet. He didnât understand what he felt towards you, but he wanted there to be a next time. He wanted the next time to be him underneath you, not your stupid boyfriend. He unlocked the door and started walking down the hallway. He didnât want to admit it to himself before, but maybe he actually liked you. Like, liked liked you. He sat back down at the table. Taking another shot now that he could actually get drunk.
âOoo, where are you going?â
Jimin asked you. Jin hadnât heard the first part of the conversation, but pretended he had been here the entire time.
âThis very fancy spa hotel. He said it was an early birthday present.â
You said and looked lovingly at your boyfriend.
âWow, youâre lucky! You must really love her, Hobi!â
âYouâre leaving?â
Jin asked you, ignoring Jiminâs hilarious comment, and quite honestly he didnât want to hear Hobiâs answer to that. You nodded.
âYeah, next Friday.â
He took another shot, drowning the jealousy that was starting to bubble inside him.
âI just donât know what to do with the cats. Iâve asked a bunch of people, but everyoneâs busy.â
âIâll watch them!â
Jin blurted out, almost too excited.
âAre you sure? Iâll pay you if you want to-â
âNo, no need to pay me. Donât have anything happening next weekend anyways.â
âWerenât you going out of town to see your parents next weekend?â
Namjoon asked with confused brows. Jin mentally cursed him for almost ruining his plan.
âNo, thatâs the weekend after. Iâm completely free next weekend, ready to watch some cats.â
You smiled at him, he had missed that smile so much. To ever think that he didnât like your smile was insane. What was even more insane was the fact that he blindly said yes to watch your cats, just to be in your house. But heâll happily feed those little fuckers if it meant that he had full access to your home.
âAgain, thank you so much. Youâre a life saver!â
You yelled out the window of your car as you and your boyfriend drove away. He waved goodbye as he watched the car slowly disappear in the horizon. Once you were gone he hurried into your apartment, ready to snoop around. He only did it to get to know you more of course. He wanted to know every single little thing about you that only your home could reveal. He sat down on the sofa on the exact spot where he saw you have sex. He felt the soft fabric between his fingers, thinking of that night. He slowly laid down face first, wanting to be close to the spot where you sat completely naked. He rubbed his cheek on it, slightly smelling hints of your perfume. He could stay like that forever. Just frolicking in your scent.
But one of your cats jumped up beside his face, ruining the moment. He got up, annoyed at the grey fluffy animal. He silently pushed the cat off, but when it once again jumped up beside him he decided to look around somewhere else.
He found the bathroom, opening up the cupboard next to the mirror. Some makeup, some skin care, tweezers, tampons. Nothing exciting. He opened the door to your shower, nothing but numerous soaps. He looked over at the bin for a second and wondered if he was willing to go that low. Once he saw your dirty laundry he decided against it. He opened the lid and started digging, a mixture of your perfume and your natural scent hit him. He had never been happier. He suddenly stopped and pulled out a singular thong. It was baby pink with lace. He imagined how good you would look in it. He stuffed it in his hoodie, deciding to venture off to your bedroom.
He immediately opened the nightstand, hoping for something good. And you delivered. Toys of all kinds in different flashy colours. He smiled as he picked up the hot pink dildo. He wondered if you ever thought of him while using it. The thought alone making his pants feel tighter. He walked back to the sofa, he knew what he wanted to do now.
Jin was watching tv in your house once he heard the door open. He knew you would be arriving that day, so he managed to be on his best behaviour and not jerk off in every room of your apartment that day. Small things to make you happy. He quickly got up to welcome you.
âYou got home quite late, I was starting to worry.â
No he wasnât, he knew exactly at what time you would be home. He found a copy of your reservation at the hotel and calculated the time it took for you to get here. But he wanted you to know that he cared.
âNo need, Iâm home.â
You gave him a forced smile. Something was wrong. A feeling of excitement rushed through him. You came home alone, did this mean that-? Did you really break up with Hobi? He held back a smile.
âHere let me help you.â
He said and reached for your suitcase. Your grip tightened.
âNo itâs fine.â
You simply said and rolled it into your apartment. He headed you sigh. He wanted to wait a little longer to see if you would break. Hoping that you would tell him the good news and not let the suspense kill him.
âCan we talk?â
You asked and looked back at him, removing your coat. He nodded understandingly as he took your coat before you could protest and hung it up. You walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. Putting your head in your hands.
âDo you want something to drink? I can make you-â
âNo, Jin. Please just sit down.â
You were visibly upset, so he followed up on your request. Sitting down opposite of you. You took a few seconds before you started talking.
âDo you care to explain why you did what you did while I was gone?â
You asked and looked up at him. He froze. This was not the good news he was expecting. This wasnât happening. How could you know?
âWhat are you talking about?â
He said and tried to laugh it off. You shook your head.
âSo youâre telling me you have no idea what Iâm talking about?â
You asked strictly. He gulped.
âNo, y/n. Iâve just been watching your cats. Did I do something wrong?â
You let out another sigh before you pulled up your phone. You touched the screen a few times before your turned it around, showing him exactly what you were talking about. He watched in horror as he saw himself in your bed with his hand around his dick. The other hand was holding your underwear under his nose.
âThere are many more of these videos.â
You said as you retracted your phone.
âI donât need to see them.â
He quickly answered as you put your phone back in your pocket.
âFine, but I want to know why, Jin.â
His mind was racing. How the fuck was he supposed to dig himself out of this one? You had physical proof now. He couldnât deny it anymore.
âI didnât know I was being filmed.â
He muttered as a poor excuse.
âMe neither. I set those cameras up when I didnât think I would find someone to watch the cats. Unfortunately for you I forgot to take them down.â
He went silent again, slipping his hands into his deep pockets. Feeling around, trying to come up with a solution.
âPlease tell me you have a logical explanation for all this. Why did you masturbate every single day with my stuff while I was gone?â
You seemed more upset that you couldnât make any sense out of it, compared to what he actually did. Maybe if he just confessed you would forgive him.
âI like you, y/n. No, I actually think I love you. Iâm in love with you.â
He blurted out. You were taken aback at his sudden honesty.
âI donât understand why, I used to hate you. I never liked you. But ever since the incident in the taxi I havenât been able to take my mind off you.â
He reached for your hand over the table, but you quickly pulled away.
âI love you, y/n!â
âSo why didnât you tell me? Why did you do this instead? You realise how fucking crazy you sound right now, right?â
You snapped back at him. Coughing slightly afterwards at your sudden outburst.
âLet me make you a cup of tea, itâll help with that cough.â
He said calmly. You shook your head.
âI donât want tea, I want you to leave my house right now!â
âPlease, can we just talk about this like adults? I donât want to fight with you.â
You stopped, wanting to hear what he had to say.
âLet me put the kettle on, and Iâll tell you everything. Just please, I care about you.â
You touched your throat as you slowly nodded. He quickly got up and started the kettle.
âI did it because I didnât want to ruin your relationship. I saw how happy you were with Hobi. I thought this was my only way to be close to you.â
He tried his best to get you to feel sorry for him. He knew you would be much better off with him than that excuse of a boyfriend you had. He just wanted to pull on your heartstrings. Even if it was completely a lie.
âI just- sorry. Iâm sorry. But Iâm crazy about you, y/n. Iâve never felt like this before. I didnât know what to do.â
You looked down at the table as he prepared your tea.
âDo you want sugar and milk?â
He asked carefully.
âJust sugar.â
You answered after a few beats of silence. You were clearly fighting some sort of mental battle. But it was alright, he was going to make that decision for you.
âI really care about you. Iâve been nothing but a dick to you, I know. But I want to make it up to you.â
He placed the tea on the table before you. You stirred it a couple of times as you waited for the tea to get ready.
âItâs just really uncomfortable, Jin. Yes I used to have a crush on you but that doesnât give you the right to do such things.â
You scolded him as you brought the cup to your mouth slightly blowing at the hot beverage.
âAgain, Iâm sorry.â
He said and bowed his head in fake defeat. This wasnât his loss. Sooner than later you would be his.
âI donât know if I can forgive you. I need time to think about all this. Itâs all too much for me right now.â
You took a sip, feeling the sweet warm drink soothe your sore throat. You immediately took another big sip to get the feeling back.
âI get it. Iâll give you all the time you need when we get to your new home.â
He said bluntly. You crossed your eyebrows at his comment.
âMy new home?â
He nodded.
âYouâll love it there. Just you and me. We can spend as much time as youâd want to heal all the shitty things Iâve done to you.â
You shook your head.
âWhat? What are you talking about?â
You felt your sight getting blurry, your body suddenly felt really heavy.
âWhat- what have you done to me?â
You slurred as you fell back in your chair. Tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself loosing control of your body.
âItâs ok, baby.â
Jin got up from his chair and walked over to you. In your last efforts you slung yourself off the chair and onto the floor, trying to crawl away from him.
âIâm sorry, but I had to do this. Iâm sure youâll forgive me once you realise what an amazing life weâll have together.â
He bowed down and grabbed you. Making you look at him. Finally you would be his and his only.
âFuck you.â
You managed to say before the drugs made you close your eyes and fall limp in his arms. You looked beautiful, he thought. Like sleeping beauty just waiting for him to save you. It would probably take some time for you to forgive him, but like he said, he would give you all the time you needed. And eventually you would realise that you were made for each other. He would make sure of that.
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title: champagne confetti pairings: heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader genre: dark romance, smut, porn with plot, 90s word count: 14K beta read by @chaoticpuff17 release date: 24.1.2024 23:00/11 PM CEST - 17:00/5 PM EDT
summary: You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?
warnings: minors dni 18+ | sexual tension, emotional distress, teasing, unprotected sex, jk is selfish af, jk is delulu, oral (fem and m receiving), spanking, implied cum swallowing, creampie, soft yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, choking, rough sex, pussy pounding, bruises, manipulation, gaslighting, strong language disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain strong language, explicit content, obsessive behaviour, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, oppressiveness, which we do not condone.
author's note: so, ehm, this story got way outta my hands, it was supposed to be a goddamn rom-com with enemies to lovers trope - i wanted to build around the character trope of Rachel Green from Friends because she is my favourite character of all times, what i wanted to build around was how Rachel was offered a job at Louis Vuitton but it was in Paris - that was supposed to be the whole plot (with slight changes ofc), well and somehow it went in a different direction. Nonetheless I really enjoyed writing this fic and i hope you'll enjoy reading it as much. See you on the 24th chummers, love you! đ©”
âI know you took it,â you said, crossing your arms on your breasts. The heels of your black leather boots echoed in the apartment when you turned to face him.
âTook your breath away by that heated kiss, sexy, certainly. Otherwise I did not take anything.â Jungkook scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. The tension in the room was palpable as you square your shoulders, refusing to back down. You blinked twice at his cheesiness. The tip of your tongue moved to rest on the bottom of your upper teeth, your smile spreading on your face. The chuckle came out of you so naturally, laughing at his ridiculously ridiculous behaviour.
âDonât play dumb, I know it was all you. You malicious sabotaging petty boyââ You retorted, articulation perfectly clear while the words laced with underlying frustration and anger.
He sighed, weariness settling over him. âYou think I stole your portfolio to sabotage your career? Youâre giving me too much credit, love.â Here he comes.
âI said nothing about my portfolio, Jungkook.â You said playing with his name on your tongue. A tense silence hung in the air as he considered your words, clicking his tongue, clearly annoyed and you were just getting started.
âI managed to figure that out. A drink?ââ He offered, shrugging her statements of like snow in summer whilst he moved to the small bar that was a part of his spacious living room.
âI donât want a drink, Jungkook. I want it back now,â you replied, your tone cutting through the casual offer. The anger in your gaze intensified, fuelled by the frustration of dealing with his nonchalant attitude.
âLetâs talk, baby.â He gestured towards the living room, as if trying to usher you into a more comfortable setting for the impending confrontation. He knew this was just a little shower, the real storm was still far away, giving him space to prepare.
As you moved, you couldn't help but notice the contrast between your demeanour and his. While your arms were still crossed defensively, his posture exuded a calm confidence that irked you further.
You took a seat on the edge of the sofa, not willing to fully settle into the illusion of camaraderie. Jungkook, on the other hand, sprawled onto a nearby chair, the picture of nonchalance.
âI need that portfolio to get a job because a certain someone has to be bitchy and sabotage my whole career because his big ass ego cannot take rejection. Give it to me,â you fired off, your words sharp and accusatory. He leaned back in the chair, smirking.
âThose are very bold words, Y/N. I would prefer to think of it as a wake-up call for you, not sabotage.â Your incredulous glare only intensified.
âAre you fucking serious Jungkook? A wake up call? Youâve just jeopardised everything Iâve worked for, and youâre calling this a wake up call?â
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze locked onto yours.
âI can get you a better job.â
You scoffed. The audacity of his response fuelled the simmering anger within you.
âYou canât get a shit, so give it back to me, and Iâll be on my way,â you requested.
Jungkookâs smirk remained, an infuriating mix of arrogance and nonchalance.
âNo,â he said, smiling. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, the frustration reaching a boiling point. He leaned back, seemingly unperturbed by your rising anger.
âWhat do you mean no?!â you shot back, your voice sharp.
âYou were about to make a decision that would have consequences beyond your imagination. I had to intervene.â
âWhat the fuck are you on again?â Jungkookâs gaze remained fixed on you, the intensity of his stare almost unnerving while your voice went an octave higher. Your frustration reached its peak, and you stood up, pacing the room as you ranted. You were breathing heavily, trying to calm yourself.
You needed that portfolio, it was a collection of years of a work and your best work to be specific. The lousy new version wonât get you a job at no high-profile fashion brand and you cannot afford to go lower than your last position.
âAlrightââ You said defeated, turning yourself to face him again, you put off your black leather jacket and fixed your low ponytail, slumping back to his sofa. Spreading your arms on the backrest and cross your legs.
Jungkook took a moment to breathe in the sight before him; he was throbbing for you.
ââwhat do you want?â you asked. He leaned back further into the chair, putting his masculine tattooed arms to rest on the back of his head, showing his abs from under the white tank top he is wearing.
âWhat do I want?â he mused, as if contemplating the question but he already knew.
âSpill it out.â You barked and he chuckled at your eagerness. He got up from his seat and dangerously slowly walked towards you.
When he reached you, both of his arms pressed to the leather of the sofa inches from you, caging your body. Your breath stammered as you looked at him towering over you, the golden chain around his neck hanging.
âFirstly, I want you to be my good girl, apologise for being a brat the other day and admit there is an âusâ. Secondlyââ he whispered seductively, closing the approximate distance while doing so. He was right in your face, looking over at your lips evidently he was controlling himself to not attack them. He invaded your personal space. The sudden shift in atmosphere left you breathless, and you could feel the heat radiating between you.
You squared your shoulders, refusing to succumb to the intoxicating energy he exuded. âI wonât apologise for any shit, now secondly?â You said while trying to hold your horses. You hate to admit your pussy was clenching and leaking under his gaze. He was attractive, and no one could deny that.
His fingers grazed your cheek gently, a teasing touch that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You swallowed hard, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.
âI want these feisty little plump lips wrapped around my thick cockââ
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Pairing: sheriff!Joel x f!reader
Series Summary: You move to a small town in the middle of Texas to escape your past and start over. You don't expect to fall for the town's handsome sheriff.
Series Warnings: no outbreak AU, language, angst, slow burn, smut (18+ MDNI), domestic violence (mostly just talked about or implied, nothing too descriptive, i will put a big warning on those chapters), implied SA (nothing descriptive), jealousy/possessiveness, alcohol use, drug use (not by Joel or reader), technical infidelity - more warnings will be stated for each chapter but these are the biggies
Status: complete
Chapters:
1: a fresh start
2: book club
3: the statement
4: the carnival
5: first date
6: the confession
7: break the chain
8: restrained
9: three lies
10: austin
11: austin pt. 2
12: the trial pt. 1
13: the trial pt. 2
Epilogue
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Asks/BTS/Inspo/Extras:
Joel's Morning Routine
Police Station Layout
Love Languages
Joel's Likes & Dislikes
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Holiday - BTS OT7 CEO AU Bonus Chapter 14.5
Sorry for being MIA my loves, life for the moment has calmed slightly, who knows what it has in store tomorow. Just a note, I'm no longer doing taglists as theyre too hard to keep up with and I am trying to avoid stress. Sorry about that I hope this goofy chapter makes up for it <3
4.6K words of the italy trip with the troublesome trio. Warnings: Smut, jealousy, sex implied as a weapon (for revenge), edging, possesive behavior, orgasm denial, money (yes this is a warning it made me swoon)
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THURSDAY
Seven hours into the flight was when what you dreaded happened. The private jet had wifi, and a part of you thought you were going to be safe from the older CEOs if they couldnât reach you with your mobile on airplane mode, but when it rings thousands of miles in the air, your heart drops. The maknaes eyes all dart to the ringing device in your hand, as you contemplate answering it, but before you can make a decision, it's snatched from your hold.Â
âGood evening Hyung,â Taehyung answers smugly. You try reaching for it but he keeps it out of reach.
âPut it on speaker,â Jimin whispers, pressing his ear to the otherside of the phone while Jungkook holds you back from fighting them for it.Â
You donât know whatâs said on the other line but Taehyungâs eyes pierce through you, an almost villainous look on his face.Â
âWe came to flowerâs favourite place,â the smirk on his face is dangerous and you knew he wasnât thinking clearly about the repercussions by taunting them.Â
âTae,â you say warningly, holding your hand out for the phone, not that you would fare better with talking to them.Â
âWeâd be waiting for you for a while Hyung,â he snickers cruelly, not a side of him you saw very often at all, but when there was a vendetta or score involved, it didnât matter who it was up against, Taehyung would betray his own flesh and blood for revenge.Â
Okay, maybe that was a little far-fetched even in your own mind, but you remember the company sports day, the first and last, where your seemingly innocent boyfriend betrayed Jimin, his closest bestest friend/soulmate, to win, and no one saw it coming. There was a major fall out before everyone started betraying each other in the subsequent races and Namjoon decided that never again would the company have another competing event. The moral of the story? Never underestimate Kim Taehyung.Â
âWeâve decided to go on an impromptu holiday for the weekend.â
The grin on his face at whatever is said on the other line is nothing short of evil. He was going to get you killed with this, now you understood why the idiom was about being thrown under the bus, this felt like a damn car crash and you hadnât even arrived at your destination. Maybe when you landed you could just fly back and apologise.Â
âHave a good weekend Hyung.â
He ends the call and passes you back your phone as if he hadnât just declared world war three! Jungkook finally lets you go and stretches in the aisle, laughing with the other two while you bite your bottom lip nervously. They wouldnât blame you if you said the maknaes had kidnapped you, would they?
Your phone rings in your hand again, this time with Yoongiâs caller ID, you quickly answer it before they notice, not even able to say hello before an angry voice greets you.Â
âY/n where the fuck have they taken you?â Yoongi growls through the line.
âWeâve⊠Iâve,â you swallow down your nerves, âItalyâŠ?â
You say it like a question that answers everything, but you really didnât know how else to respond.Â
ââ"Kitten, you just agreed to these brats? You didn't think to tell us first?"
âYoongi,â you whine, âplease donât be mad, itâs just⊠they just-â
Your phone flies out of your hand, you were too focused on the call to notice the troublesome trio caught on.Â
âWhat-â you gasp, not realising straight away what had happened. âJungkook! Thatâs my phone, give it back!â
But he doesnât, even as you fight him for it. Instead he looks at you like heâs berating you for ruining their masterplans, holding it way above your head as you jump for it, trying to pull his arm down.
âI think we should hold onto this for a little while, bunny,â he says sternly, âyou obviously canât be trusted.â
âJeon Jungkook give me back my phone,â you scowl.
âNope,â his lips pop.
âAngel, the whole point in this revenge plot is to deny the Hyungs access to you, we canât have you calling them, it defeats the point,â Jimin lectures you as if you were dense which only makes you scowl more.
âOh theyâll have access,â Taehyung smirks, the evil glint in his eyes still present and unsatiated. âBut only when we want them to.â
FRIDAY
Arriving at the apartment yesterday (if you could call it that it was more like a villa), quelled your worry over the others, it was too beautiful to think of anything else. When Taehyung told you they bought it, it took a while for your jaw to come off the ground. How they had done it in such a short amount of time you would never know, but the happy way they showed you around, holding you, soft kisses as you smiled, made you completely forget about the purpose of this visit, until of course they woke you up before the sunrise with needy kisses.Â
âItâs too early,â you whine incoherently, but somehow they understood you.
âBlame Mr mastermind,â Jimin yawns, although the way Jungkookâs undressing you has his bottom half stirring the rest of him awake.Â
âIt has to be now if we want our gift to arrive on time,â Taehyung chuckles deeply, something akin to what you imagine a classic maniacal tv villain to sound like.Â
âOh yes,â you scoff, âI forgot Iâm just a means for revenge.â You always got caught in the middle of their rivalry, you just didnât expect it to sting so much this time around, like you were being used. You try to go back to sleep, having had enough of this ridiculous childish behaviour, but Taehyung pulls you up by your arm until you're sitting upright in front of him.Â
âOur love for you flower,â he mumbles, pushing your hair out of your face, searching your face earnestly, reading your insecurities like a book, âand our punishment for the hyungs are two very separate mattersâŠâ
Something ice cool touches your neck, making you shiver violently in your sleepy state.Â
Jungkookâs arms wrap around you from behind, trying to keep your nearly naked form warm, while Taehyungâs fingers on your nape clasp what you realise now is a choker.Â
âThis holiday is just one stone to deal with them both,â his fingers tilt up your chin so he can show Jimin the sparkle of a hundred diamonds adorning your neck.Â
âPerfect,â the eldest of the trio hums in approval before mumbling, âas they say, revenge is best served cold.âÂ
He smirks, eyes darting down your body as Jungkook starts kissing your neck, both the chill of the piece and the warmth of your skin touching his lips.Â
âThe recordingâŠâ Itâs hard to concentrate on Taehyungâs words when the maknaeâs fingers dance around your waist, his arms holding you tighter against him. Heâs already hard and itâs all your body wants to focus on, but Tae distracts you when you notice the phone in his hand.
â...is for them,â thereâs glint of mischief in his eyes, a devilish smirk, âthis,â his fingers trace the line of priceless jewels embellishing his beautiful flower, âis for us.âÂ
â
You can see why they say revenge is an act of passion as your fingertips grip the bed sheets for dear life, open mouth moaning into the mattress beneath you. Your bodyâs splayed out for his pleasure, his thrusts unrelenting.
âI can see why Namjoon Hyung favours this position,â Jungkook moans out, palm on your back holding you down. âFuck Baby girl your squeezing me so tight.â
Thereâs a sadistic chuckle from his lips as he watches his dick slide in and out. He pushes back in deeper, harder, pressing his chest to your back, the angle hitting new spots that made you want to scream.Â
âYouâre wetting my dick so well,â he murmurs into your ear seductively, just for you to hear, covering you with his whole body, wanting to feel you everywhere. He can feel you breathing hard with the way he smothers you,Â
Your hand clamps over your mouth, earning a displeased grunt from Jungkook before he bites down on your shoulder in warning.
âKitten donât cover your mouth,â Jimin taunts, forcing your hand away with his grip tight around your wrist, watching you bite your lips so hard they might bleed. âLet the Hyungs hear you.âÂ
âShe really does look like a kitten with that choker,â Taehyungâs signature deep lilt rumbles, his voice full of amusement. His thumb pulls your bottom lip until it's released from your teeth, little gasps escaping as you try to keep quiet knowing they were recording you. Even if the thought turned you on so much you were extra sensitive to their touch, you wanted them to hear you, wanted to moan their names too but that would be too cruel wouldnât it? And Taehyung wouldnât be too pleased with that either.Â
âCome on beautiful girl let them hear you,â Jungkook orders gutturally, leaning back before his palm spanks your ass hard before returning to your hip, the slap heard sharp through the air followed by your delicious whines. His grip is bruising as he picks up the pace, wanting to elicit more out of you. The harder he fucks you the more his Hyungâs will hear, the thought makes his dumb fucked out grin wider.Â
âDonât call her you know what,â Jimin laughs, the punishment of this was enough for Hobi he was sure, but he couldnât feel entirely sorry for him when he was one of the perpetrators that locked him out. âHoseok Hyungs scary when heâs pissed.âÂ
âHe didnât call her a good girl so heâs exempt,â Taehyung mumbles, almost losing himself to the show you and Jungkook were performing, his heel pressing against his aching length so hard he bites back a groan. Jimin was faring no better, hands in his pants, eyes drunk on how Junkook played with you like his own fuckdoll, you could do nothing but lie there and take it.
âAh Kookie right there,â you almost scream, the head of Jungkookâs cock was stroking your G-spot making your toes curl, your mouth hanging open, saliva dripping down your lips. âO-oh fuck!âÂ
Your clit was begging to be touched to push you over, but your limbs were too busy keeping you somewhat steady so you didnât go crashing into the headboard or falling off the bed. You doubt Jungkook would stop even if you did.
âBaby girl if you want to cumâŠâ Taehyung says with a sinister smug smirk, as if he could hear your thoughts, â... call Jungkook daddy.âÂ
You whimper in protest, shaking your head vehemently, not wanting to. It was a step too far, you eyed the device in front of you recording away, as if Namjoon was right there listening now. You wouldnât do that to him, even if your being was screaming at you to do as Tae said just to taste a fucking orgasm.Â
âTsk, bad flower,â Taehyung grumbles, looking annoyed that you wouldnât behave for his masterplan. âHyung deserves to be punished.â
He smooths the hair away from your face, leaning down close to you as Jungkook eased his pounding a smidge, edging both of you. It was so close.
âBe a good girl hmmm,â Tae grunts in your ear, trying to be persuasive, using that name against you, âcall Jungkook daddy.â
You shake your head again in refusal at his command, you wouldnât. The hand in your hair slides down your neck, a finger hooking on the back of your choker, tugging hard, a warning to behave. The pressure on your neck made you go dizzy, the rim of gems almost cutting, eyes rolling back as you let out a guttural moan. You meet his now dark gaze, a shiver down your spine has you seconds away cumming, but it seemed the punishment to the older CEOs now extended to you.
âJungkook,â Taehyung sighs in disappointment and the cock that was pounding into you now disappears with a groan. You feel your walls pulsate against nothing, the emptiness almost painful, but all Taehyung does is kiss your tears as they slip down, letting go of you so your head hits the mattress again, and stopping the recording as he throws the phone aside. He could always edit the audio anyway.
You feel a wetness on your back, the sounds of the maknae fisting his cock until his load shoots all over you.Â
âShould we send a picture with the recording?â He smirks looking down at you knowing how much his favourite hyungs would appreciate such a beautiful view. Jungkook turns you on your back, peering down at you with love in his eyes but a smile so devilish. âWhat do you think bunny?â
You donât even know what heâs on about, words unable to enter your ears with the way they were pounding, your clit throbbing with the need to be touched, your pussy weeping.Â
âWanna cum,â you whine, thighs rubbing together searching for some sort of friction.Â
âAww Angel wants to cum?â Jimin coos as you squirm before he snickers, glancing at Taehyungâs stone face knowing you weren't going to get there for a while regardless of how much youâd beg and plead. There was a reason Taehyungâs previous partners would call him a tiger in bed, the man could flip a switch in a second, his duality constantly pulling and pushing his partners to and from the edge. Right now, the oldest maknae could see the displeasure of your disobedience in his eyes, the air around him turning dangerous. It was going to be a long day.Â
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âIâm surprised you can stand,â Jiminâs teasing voice pulls you out of your reverie. How long were you staring at this painting for? You lost yourself to it.Â
âNo thanks to you,â you mutter, eyes still on the soft brushstrokes on the canvas in front of you. At least they let you sleep before your sight seeing, the Europeans had it right, naps in the afternoon should be the law. Â
âYouâve been staring at this one for an hour,â Jimin exaggerates with a pout, trying to figure out what was holding your attention. âAnd Taehyungâs been staring at you.â
At this you turn around to find indeed your devious mastermind boyfriend staring a hole into your back, normally youâd feel his eyes on you but not today. He didnât like that, he just kept his gaze on you intensely, trying to telepathically get you to notice him but it didnât work.Â
âWho could blame him?â Jimin smirks suggestively, âall these famous paintings and they donât hold a candle to my angel.â
You roll your eyes, walking away from him and the disgusting amount of cheese he was spewing, trying to locate the last of the troublesome trio. You find Jungkook also enjoying the actual art in the gallery, you were honestly surprised Tae wasnât with him, this was typically his scene.
âKookie, do you like this one?â you ask him, taking his hand in yours as you walked past a statue he spent a few more seconds on than the others.Â
âMmmm,â he hums absentmindedly, âthe detailâs amazing.â
He sighs in wonder, round eyes admiring the next one in line.
âI need to know how they made it.â
âYou want to make one too?â you jest, smiling at him endearingly as he continued to stare.Â
âI want to make one of you,â he confesses so easily, making your organs somersault. You try not to let your jaw drop.
âYouâre ridiculous,â you breathe, laughing as you pull him away from the exhibit.Â
You head back towards the paintings, only to find Taehyung staring intently at your favourite one as if he was ready to start a war with it. Honestly, it wouldnât surprise you if he did considering his current regime for vengeance. You frown when someone in a business suit greets him with a handshake, wondering how the two knew each other. The conversation, whatever it was about, looks deep, and your curiosity wants you to eavesdrop.Â
âAngel lets go to the gift shop,â Jimin grabs your other hand, steering you away before you walk over to Taehyung.Â
âWhoâs Tae talking to?â You ask, trying to catch a glimpse of the pair as Jimin pulls you and Jungkook in tow.
âJust business,â he replies, not really answering the question at all.
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Taehyungâs heart is in his throat when they deliver it. Itâs the evening, he was hoping you wouldn't be back until after the delivery, but you were so worried about his despondency, especially when he left the three of you and came back to the apartment alone. You had to force Jimin and Jungkook to end the dinner plans early, opting for take out instead. They had to listen to you when you threatened to find Taehyung without them.
âWhat⊠what is this?â You gasp, jaw on the floor as they uncover it. No fucking way, nope, no, he didnâtâŠâŠ for fuck sake he did, you stare incredulously at him, knowing exactly who was behind the purchase. âKim Taehyung you did not.â
He swears he could see the steam leave your ears and flared nostrils. Even the men from the gallery glanced at you both in worry, contemplating waiting to see if you were going to murder him before they made their leave.
âFlower-â
âReturn it.â There was no room for argument in your tone, but argue with you he would.Â
âFlower,â he says again patiently, âI wanted it for you.â
Jimin and Jungkook were hiding in the other room praying for Taehyungâs survival, while simultaneously hiding from you. They warned Taehyung about the consequences, you had already made explicit rules about stuff like this, and you never took it well when they broke them.Â
âTaehyung, I don't even want to think about how much it cost, or it's going to make me sick,â you say, actually feeling nauseous and slightly dizzy. This was overwhelming, he was overwhelming.Â
He sighs before approaching you, fingers stroking your sides to try and calm you, but your arms are crossed in front of you like a barricade.Â
âThe cost doesnât matter,â he says, pressing a finger to your lips before you can fight with him, his forehead leaning on yours, eyes beseeching you. âI want to spoil you, why wonât you let me?â
You exhale exasperated.Â
âItâs too much,â your jaw ticks, he wasnât going to win this one. âItâs ridiculously too much!â
âSays who?â he asks you, smiling softly despite your anger. He caresses your face with both hands, holding you so delicately as if you were the million-billion euro-pound-won painting. You couldnât think of the cost, you just couldn't, you would implode. Â
âTae-â
âI love you, I wanted to buy it for you,â a gentle kiss to your nose has your defences shaking, doubled with the gentle lilt in his voice. âMy perfect flower deserves the world, why canât I buy her a part of it, hmmm?â
âYou just canât,â but your own voice starts to match his in volume, and he has to stop himself from grinning in premature victory.Â
âBut I want to,â the softest kiss to your lips before he pulls away. âYou deserve more, why wonât you let us spoil you?â
âTae,â you sigh, eyes starting to water, it was too much, your heart was so full you could feel it in your chest. You couldnât accept this, he bought you the painting you were staring at for fuck sake, it was beyond ridiculous, he shouldnât have.
âI am grateful for the sentiment, but you have to return it,â you say as he shakes his head in refusal, âplease.â
âNo,â he replies simply, you werenât going to win this one. âI know you love it, and I want you to have it, thatâs it.â
You sniffle, tears starting to drop which he wipes away.
âBut it's too much,â you wail, making him want to laugh at how precious you look.
âYou said that already,â he pulls you into his embrace, your arms uncrossing to wrap around him.Â
âB-but youdun e-even k-now why I like it-â he can barely understand with you gasping for breath between words as you sobbed.
He should feel bad for making you cry but you were so adorable he couldnât help laughing a little. He kisses the side of your head, smiling as you mumble against him, trying to fight but you already lost.Â
SATURDAYÂ
âWhy did you bring your laptop on holiday!â Jimin groans as he walks into the bedroom to find you sitting crossed legged on the bed, furiously typing away.
âI just have one more thing to finishâŠâ you mumble without glancing at him.
âBunny you seriously have issues,â Jungkook mutters, Jimin turning in surprise to see him on the armchair, chin in his hand, elbow on the arm rest, staring at you as if you were some weird enigma.
âWe brought you to your favourite place on Earth,â Jimin exclaims dramatically, trying to close the laptop but you take it away from his reach. âAnd youâre working?â
âTwo seconds, just two more.â
Jimin sighs, fingers raking through his hair as he stands with his hands on his hips ready to berate you before he realises someone was missing.
âWhereâs Taehyung?â
The maknae shrugs, but this question makes you look up from the screen like a meerkat.
âHuh?â You look at the end of the bed, as if youâre expecting him to be there. âHe was just thereâŠâ
You shrug to yourself, sure he was somewhere having fun, turning back to the laptop with intent while Jimin looks at you incredulously. Fine heâll give you your two seconds but he isnât happy about it. He starts pacing in front of you, arms crossed and huffing, but it does nothing to deter your work or gain him any attention. Â
Itâs when his legs start aching that heâs decided youâve had long enough.Â
âAngel put it away before I throw it out the window,â he warned, but you completely ignore him as if he didnât say a word. Is this how flies felt when they buzzed incessantly around the room screaming for attention⊠did he really compare himself to a fly⊠he couldnât help making the comparison, you were the one to make him feel so insignificant and he flew you to Italy for pete's sake. He marches towards you, not really wanting to resort to violence but you werenât budging. âFine, have it your way.â
âYou guys took my phone, donât touch my laptop,â you warn when he takes another step closer.
âYou were gonna call them!â
âAnd youâve had your fun and gotten your revenge, let me just finish this.â
âYou said two seconds, IT'S BEEN TWO HOURS,â he yells, exasperated.
âItâs been twenty minutes,â you scoff as if that was any better.
âAre they working you too hard?â Jungkook interrupts asking you bluntly, having watched your session since near the start, he thinks he's deciphered the reason behind it.
You hesitate, swallowing around nothing. Why did that question make you nervous?
âNothing Iâm not used to,â you reply, itâs not like working with them was any easier.
âSo yes they are,â Jimin confirms. âYesterday you were enjoying this impromptu holiday, today you look like youâre going to fight us if we try and take you outside.â
âWe will take you outside eventually, bunny,â Jungkook adds, âkicking and screaming if we have to.â
âWhat changed angel?â Jimin narrows his eyes.
You try and avoid their gazes, confession on the tip of your tongue at their interrogation but their judgement holds you back,Â
âSpill angel,â Jimin stands with his arms crossed, voice firm.
You groan, falling head first into the duvet as if you could bury your response there forever.Â
âItâs stupid,â you mumble against the fabric.Â
âWhat did she say?âÂ
âFuck knows,â Jungkook frowns.
You sigh, picking yourself up in defeat.Â
âI had a nightmare last night,â you mutter, making things no clearer for the two as they look at each other in question. âAbout workâŠâ
Thereâs a beat of silence as your confession sinks in.
âTaehyung's rightâŠâ Jimin says as if heâs come to an epiphany, âyou really are a good girl.â
You feel your cheeks burn, trying not to let your jaw fall slack as the oldest maknae grins, laughing at you softly.Â
âItâs not funny,â you say to the pair as the youngest also decides to cackle too. âThey found out I skipped work and then started yelling at me and it scared the shit out of me okay.â
But your words only make them laugh harder, Jimin characteristically falling to the floor as he holds his stomach. You roll your eyes, trust them to understand.
âIâm gonna go find Tae,â you mumble, slamming your laptop shut and exiting the room while they try and fail to control themselves.
âWait, we're coming with you,â Jimin calls after you, still laughing loudly, the corners of his mouth almost touching his ears.Â
Maybe they were right, maybe you did need to enjoy yourself while you could, who knew what work had in store for you when you went back. There was nothing you could do about that, but there was something you could do now.Â
You find your target looking at the painting he bought from the gallery yesterday, the one you still couldnât believe was hanging on the wall of your holiday home. If Taehyung didnât have the money to buy it youâre sure he wouldâve stolen it for you instead. For some reason you could picture him being an art thief in another life.Â
He was staring so intently, it was as if the roles had reversed from yesterday, his eyes darting around each pigment on the canvas trying to decipher it. The way you had paid it attention almost made him jealous, so of course he had to buy it for you, at least to try and figure out why you loved it at first sight.Â
âHey tiger,â you greet him gleefully, and heâs more than happy to look at you instead. He grins when you wink at him flirtily like Jin does to you from time to time, but you do it more dramatically, eyebrows dancing as you approach him.Â
âTiger?â he chuckles, that one was new from you, but he didnât mind it even if it was tainted from lovers past.Â
You grab his arm with both hands, tugging him gently towards you, a silent plea to follow you, and he would, absolutely anywhere if you asked. The other two arenât far behind, but your focus is solely on him, and he canât help but burst with pride, his chest inflating like a superhero film cliche. You looked at him with far more love than that stupid painting, he didnât feel as much envy towards it as before.
âI wanna take you somewhere special,â you whisper to him, eyes imploring up at him, how could he ever refuse. âItâs my favourite cafe, but donât tell the others, shh.â
You playfully press your finger to your lips, as if sharing a secret with him. He bites his bottom lip hard to stop from laughing out loud but his boxy grin is stretched wide across his face.Â
âWhat about us?â Jimin whines as you purposefully ignore him, Jungkookâs jaw ticking with jealousy when you pull Taehyung with you.Â
âYou laughed at me, Iâm not taking you anywhere,â you reply childishly, sticking your tongue out at him with your nose in the air as they continue to bicker with you.
This really was your favourite place on Earth.
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my favorite bts fics so far (hyung!line)
hello lovely readers, i hope all of you are doing great. i've been wanting to make this post for a while now. i really want to share the amazing work and talent that many authors have on this app. as a literature fan and hopeless romantic myself, i made sure to pick out all the fics that i think are beautiful and amazing :)
disclaimers!!!!:
some of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni), or some heavy themes, i am yoongi biased so excuse me if the fic ratio compared to the other members is waaayy bigger (like by a lot i am so so sorry), also this post is insanely long heh (once again, i am so so sorry :p), all pictures are from pinterest!
fluff- âŸïž
angst- Ω
smut- â»
crack/humor- âŒ
i would sell my liver to read this again for the first time- ¶
Kim Seokjin
Turn Back Time- @raplinesmoon âŸïžâŒÎ©â»
''pairing: baseball player!Seokjin x doctor!reader (based on the movie 13 Going On 30) genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst, smut, time travel au, 18+ summary: After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until heâs thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team heâd always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him â you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?''
Every Year- @another-army-spot âŸïžÎ©â»
''Pairing: Jin x Reader, some implied Yoongi x reader and Namjoon x reader
Word: 15.6K
Genre: friends-to-lovers!au, richkids!au, chef!Jin, bookworm!oc, hard fluff, smut angst?
Summary: As the daughter of the Kimâs closest friends, youâve attended their extravagant annual New Yearâs party since the year you were born. No matter what you always spend time with your favorite childhood friend, Jin, who has always been there for you. Here are the highlights of you and Jin realizing just how important you two are to each other.''
Let's get married as a joke- @burningupp ΩâŸïž
''Genre: angst, fluff
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader
Wordcount: 8210 (Iâm so sorry)
Summary: Your best friend Jin has always had a talent of getting you into trouble. Maybe thatâs why youâre not surprised that he asks you to marry him as a joke -Â or that you agree.''
friends get married all the time- @hobipostâŸïž
''The silly promise you made ten years ago comes back to bite your asses, and youâre both too weak to pretend it never happened
pairing:Â seokjin x f. reader
genres/tropes:Â friends to lovers, fluff
words:Â 2k+''
Min Yoongi
series:
The Truth Between Us- @jimlingss @gukyi âŸïžÎ© ⌠¶
ââ summary: a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he werenât your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe youâve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.
â enemies to lovers au with various other auâs thrown in there
â word count: 14k (first chapter)
â genre: fluff, angst, dramaâ
Dating advice- @taleasnewastime âŸïžÎ©â»
''Summary: Itâs been months â ok, itâs been years â since you last went on a date. And youâre sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. Youâre going to do something about it. Youâre going to snap up a man, youâre going to tie someone down, youâre going to finally commit, youâre going to â youâre going to need a bit of advice.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: fluff; angst; smut
Word count:Â 54k
Status:Â Complete''
unexpected lovers- @jjkeverlast âŸïžÎ©â»
''-> pairing artist!yoongi x female reader
-> genre fake dating!au, romantic comedy
-> summary what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.
-> word count 19.8k''
Only Yesterday- @borathae âŸïžâ»Î© ¶
'' âYour life in a small countryside village was nothing of the extraordinary, you owned a quaint little teashop, enjoyed warm evenings in your garden and liked taking walks by the river. One day a handsome stranger moves in the abandoned cottage opposite side of the river and it is not long that he becomes a source of comfort in your life.â
Pairing:Â Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre:Â s2l!AU, Neighbours!AU, Teashop!AU, Slice of Life!AU, Romance, Fluff, Smut
Warnings: This is a very feel good story, meant to comfort the soul and warm the heart. However it contains talks about car accidents and memory loss, as well as sexually explicit scenes. If you are sensitive to such topics I advise you read with care.Â
Wordcount:Â 78.620''
Signed in Black- @yoon-kooksâŸïžâ»
''Pairing:Â Yoongi x Reader
Genre:Â Soulmate!AU, BadBoy!AU, FLUFF, Smut [in future chapters]
Summary:Â Min Yoongi. That was the name magically tattooed to your skin. You were told he was your lover by fate. And as cute as it would be to have a soulmate, Yoongi was the last person you ever wanted to be bound to. But thankfully, there was a way to remove the tattoo. All you had to do was convince six Bulletproof Fairies that the two of you were in love.
Word Count:Â 3.3k'' (first chapter)
neon signs- @pantoneyoongi âŸïžÂ¶
''title ;Â neon signs [ drabble series ]Â pairing ;Â campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!youÂ
description ; namjoon doesnât think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts donât exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi.
(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.)''
Reflection of You- @agustdakasuga âŸïžÎ© ¶
''Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance
Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader
Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung
Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didnât expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover. ''
your universe- @muniimyg âŸïžâ»Î© âŒ
''in which min yoongi refuses to lose you
+Â
regretting rejecting oc, min yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again
pairings:
basketball captain // tsundere yoongi + sunshine // preschool edu major oc
au/genre:
friends to loversÂ
uni au
one sided pining / rejection / redemption / a sad excuse of a slow burn
smut, crack, angst
social media au + written
warnings:
implied + actual smut
angst (oc is heartbroken and trying to move on from being initially rejected)
name calling, love/hate friendships, big egos, overprotective friends, childish social culture, and a burnt out era <;3Â
parts:
ongoing ( ongoing/25 )''
andante cantabile- @kkulfm-2 âŸïžâ»Â¶
''pairing: myg x f!reader
genre: historical / regency au, fluff, smut
wc: 30.6k + 3.8k smutty bonus
summary: You are convinced Mr. Min is nothing but a rude and gloomy man after he leaves a horrible first impression on you. His friends' attempts to convince you otherwise are met with mixed success.''
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oneshots:
Man of The Year- @raplinesmoon âŸïžÂ¶
''pairing: single dad!Yoongi x gn!reader genre(s): pure fluff, very minor angst au(s):Â graduation au word count:Â 2.7k warnings:Â some swearing, Yoongi is a little nervous, Yoongi is bad at flirting, this is so cute I could cry
rating: PG
summary: For the longest time, itâs always been Yoongi and his daughter, celebrating every milestone of life together. But today, that could change.''
Shut Eye- @alpacaparkaseok âŸïž
''pairing/genre:Â idol!Yoongi x reader, fluff
premise:Â In a world where every night you meet your soulmate in your dreams only to forget their face and voice when you wake up, youâre now more desperate than ever to find them.
word count:Â 2.6k''
gold- @aquagustd ΩâŸïžâ»
''âŁÂ youâre in love with Min Yoongi, yes, you are, but why do you keep thinking of the boy who broke your heart into a million pieces when you should be focusing on the one whoâs mending it.
pairing:Â yoongi x reader (past jungkook x reader)
genre:Â angst, fluff, smut, bff2l
word count:Â 17K''
stood up. -@parkdatjimin Ωâ»âŸïž
''Three years after dumping your toxic boyfriend, you decide it's finally time to try the dating scene again. What you don't expect is for a handsome and confident CEO to come to your rescue after being stood up.
"Just play along. My name is Yoongi and whoever stood you up is a douche."
Pairings: CEO!yoongi x fem!reader
Genre: HEAVY angst, smut, lil fluff, slice of life, mutual pining, non-idol!au''
First-Date BAIT!- @jimlingss âŸïž
''Words: 11.3k
Genre: Fluff
First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. Iâve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what itâs like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both donât have to waste our time anymore!
With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. Itâs amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! Thatâs how I ended up meeting my husband!
First Date Bait. Why waste your time with awkward first dates?''
DreamCatcher- @jimlingss âŸïžÎ©
''Words: 13k (oops)
Genre: Fluff & Angst
Summary: When your dreams are more or less nightmares, monsters inside your head that eat you alive, it seems like the only person who can help you is Min Yoongi, professional dream chaser.''
Purr-haps I like you- @taleasnewastime âŸïž
''Summary:Â You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.
Pairing:Â Yoongi x reader
Genre:Â pure fluff; Flatmates au
Word count:Â 11.6k''
Wild Strawberries- @yoonia âŸïžâ»
''â€Â Character / Genre: Min Yoongi x reader/female OC (told through Yoongiâs POV) | Lucid Dream!au, fluff, smut''
first love- @jungnoir ΩâŸïž
''âą summary:Â Â yoongi meets you, seated next to him at a familiar brown piano, and he steals you away hours before your wedding day, seated next to him at a familiar brown piano +Â yoongiâs been in love with you since childhood and he only has the courage to tell you when youâre about to marry someone else.
âą relationship:Â min yoongi/reader.
âąÂ genre: best friend!au, angst, romance.Â
âą words:Â 5.6k''
strike a chord- @snackhobi âŸïžâ»Â¶
''pairing: yoongi x reader // word count: 15.8k // genre: smut
summary: your idea of a good night certainly doesn't involve being stood up by yet another blind date and finding yourself alone in a fancy bar; fortunately for you, there's an attractive man playing the piano to keep you busy, instead.''
Anyone But The Groom- @yoonjinkooked âŸïžÎ©â»
''â
Summary: After a meet-cute that brings all the romcoms to shame, you realize that for once in your life, the stars have finally aligned and presented you a guy that might be able to make you believe in love at first sight. Only to find out that youâre in charge of planning his Christmas Eve Wedding.
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Pairing:Â Yoongi x female reader
â
AU:Â Wedding Planner reader x Arranged Marriage groom Yoongi
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Genre:Â fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, will-they-wonât-they type of relationship
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Word Count:Â 36.5k (I AM SO SORRY)''
Not Even a Mouse- @softyoongiionly âŸïžâ»Â¶
''Summary:  The week before Christmas, you are tasked with delivering some paperwork to your fatherâs former business partner in order to secure your ownership of their legendary toy store. However, things donât go as planned and a sudden blizzard keeps you cooped up inside the tiniest town youâve ever seen, Snow Falls. You keep telling yourself that itâs the weather thatâs keeping you here, but after a visit to Minâs Mini Mart, you arenât so sure anymoreâŠ
Pairing: Single Dad! Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Romance, FLUFF, Smut (18+ only please)''
All I Want for Christmas (ft. Yoongi)- @hayjeon âŸïžÎ©
''â singledad, CEO!yoongi x secretary!readerâ 13k words''
ceo!yoongi- @jungshookz âŸïžâ»âŒ ¶
''â pairing: min yoongi x readerÂ
â genre: ceo!au, clumsy!y/n because thatâs always nice, jimin is ur best friend, floofy fluff, a touch of nsfw aka office sex
â wordcount: 21k+Â so u should probably read this using ur laptop and not ur phone''
first love | myg- @lavienjin â»Î©
''synopsis: After an incredibly long day, Yoongi found you crying in the copy room. Though he doesnât talk much, youâve always found his presence comforting, and it didnât surprise you when he stayed and listen to you vent. However, while you sought comfort in his embrace, he proposed a special offer to reduce your stress with the magic of his hands. The only catch to your arrangement? You couldnât fall in love.
But wouldnât you know it, just as your friendship deepens into something more, you find an old notebook sitting on his bookshelf, and in it, a collection of poems. The last entry has you reeling because itâs addressed to you. And in that page, a single line is written:Â Without you, I am nothing
pairing: yoongi x reader
wc: 11.3k
genre/rating/au:Â 18+Â | fwb, coworkers, f2l au | smut, angst
warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, semi public sex, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, oral (m. & f. receiving), masturbation, exhibition, lots of feelings. like a lot of feelings :(''
A Boy Like You | Yoongi- @cinnaminsvga âŸïžÂ¶
''â summary:Â for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.
{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. Heâs always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}
â genre:Â coworker!au, f2l, fluff''
when the stars align- @itskimtaehyung âŸïžÎ©
''Pairing:Â Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre:Â FakeDating!AU with a hint of roommates (well actually more like apartment-mates but roommates is catchier), College!AU, fluff, angst
Word count:Â 10.5k
Content/Warnings:Â Mentions of heavy drinking, drug usage, strong language, but also cute things like adopting a dog together
Summary: With cuffing season approaching its end, you thought you had escaped the pressures of finding a boyfriend for the holidays. That is, until your friends set you up on a blind date that goes horribly wrong. This prompts you to enlist the help of your roommate, Yoongi, to fake a relationship so your friends will stop meddling in your love life. And it turns out Yoongi is a lot better at this romance thing than you originally thoughtâŠ''
p.o.v | myg- @jtrbluv âŸïžÎ©
''summary: you were eight when you first met your soulmate. then you were eighteen when you realized that the boy who just got hired at the local record store next door, is also your soulmate. the issue at hand: you are the only one that knows.
pairing: yoongi x reader (fem)
genre: fluff, angst, soulmate!au, redstringoffate!au, college!au, high school!au
word count:Â 17.9k''
Yoongi is a Rock- @yoongsisbae âŸïžÎ© ¶
''rock!Yoongi x reader :D fluff a bit of angst a lot of silliness
Word Count 1.3k''
android!yoongi- @jungshookzâŸïžÎ©â»âŒ ¶
''â pairing: min yoongi x reader
â genre: android!au becauSe for some reason android aus are popping up everywhere, the usual heaping serving of fluff and comedy, N S F W like reALLY nsfw i poPPED OFF this time i donât know even know what happened,,, forgive me god for i have sinned, a n g s t, i definitely teared up a little writing this because i was listening to kim bum sooâs i miss you and it made me 100x more emo
â trigger warnings: this does get a little intense! beware!!Â
â wordcount: 24k like that bruno mars song''
youâre so concerned about the ending that you donât even know the plot- @joonsgalaxy âŸïžâŒ
''° yoongi x reader x taehyung
° 1.9 k words ° fluff/humour
đ you bring your broken laptop to Taeâthe IT specialistâwho you have a crush on. you drag your bff Yoongi along with you, whoâyouâre certainâhas a crush on Tae too. what a mess, right? well, the thing is, you never even considered the possibility of your assumptions being totally wrong.''
better place- @cupofteaguk âŸïž
''summary: you might be in love with childhood best friend Min Yoongi, and he might be in love with youâand everyone seems to know it. except for the two of you.
pairing: yoongi x fem!reader
genre: hogwarts au, friends to lovers au | fluff
warnings: slow burn, alcohol consumption, truly lowkey an idiots to lovers au word count: 14k''
something to hold on to- @fantasybangtan âŸïžÎ© ¶
''âŠÂ word count. 17.7k âŠÂ genre. parent fic, fluff, angst, a bit of boob action âŠÂ warnings. illness, mention of hospitalisation, mention of minor character death, yoongi is kind of a dick sometimes, accidental(?) flashing âŠÂ summary. itâs not that you donât like your job. on the contrary, reading bedtime stories to a certified little princess is something you still canât believe you get paid to do. itâs just that between all the school runs, snow days and secret second hot chocolates before bed, you may fallen a little too hard for those dimpled cheeks and gummy smilesâŠ. worse still, youâve fallen for her father too.''
the proposal- @dreamescapeswriting âŸïžÎ©â»
''WORD COUNT: 35K (No its not missing a decimal point)
PAIRING: CEO!Yoongi x Assistant!Reader
GENRE: Smut, enemies to lovers, CEO x Assistant, fake marriage, angst, movie inspired, slow burn''
basketballcaptain!yoongi- @jungshookz âŸïžâ»âŒ ¶
''â pairing: min yoongi x reader
â genre: basketball captain x water girl, cheesy cheesy stuff, the FLUFFIEST fluff, jungoo is an idiot, humour, nSFW = smut, cocky yoongi, spoiler alert yoongi does a body shot off of u it just be like that sometimes
â wordcount: 18.4k this will definitely make the app crash as per usual donât come for me''
Hug-o-gram- @cinnaminsvga âŸïžâŒ ¶
''â summary:Â
âThis is probably the dumbest idea youâve ever had,â Yoongi hisses, but itâs kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when heâs wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says âHuggie Wuggie Machine!â in bubble font.Â
âLike, even worse than when we DIYâd your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?â Seokjin asks, genuinely curious.Â
âWorse,â Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.
{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending hugs to peopleâs crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongiâs worst nightmare.}
â genre: college!au, hugging booth!au,fluff, humor â warnings: yoongi is so smitten that heâs a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where youâll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; â words: 13.3K''
I Wanna Hold Your Hand- @minisugakoobies âŸïž
''Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Gender Neutral)
Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, Roommates!AU
Rating: T
Warnings: pining, a lilâ smooching, Yoongi is very persuasive, reader is easily duped, itâs as fluffy as freshly fallen snow
Word Count: 1.4K
Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I donât own BTS - they simply inspire me
Summary: Itâs hand-holding season, according to your roommate.''
subtle- @joonary âŸïžÎ©
''âł summary:Â just another memory added to the long list of drunk memories that youâll forget but wish youâd remember, while yoongi will remember but wish he could forget.Â
âł genre:Â fluff; light angst; friends (?) to lovers (?); min yoongi x reader
âł rating:Â pg-13
âł warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and yoongiâs soft spots being exposed to the light of day. yknow, just another joonary fic.
âł word count:Â 3.5k''
Hobi's Girl- @jjungkookislife Ωâ»
''⏠pairing: f. reader x Hoseok, f. reader x Yoongi
⏠genre: smut [18+], angst
⏠summary: Yoongi had a wonderful night with you⊠but youâre Hobiâs girl.
⏠wc: 4.8k''
The King Isnât Dead- @another-army-spot âŸïžÎ©â»
''Pairing: Yoongi x oc (fem)
Rating: Â M
Word: 19.7k~ (my finger slipped?)
Genre:Â historical fic, smut, romance, fluff, angst, political upheaval shit
Summary: After the invasion and the Kingâs miraculous survival, the nation aims to secure stability and his position of power through the prospect of marriage and continuing the Min line. As a promise to your brother on the battlefield, the King promises to consider you as his potential wife - to love and to protect. Or maybe itâll be the other way around?''
the landlord- @ppersonna â»
''Ⳡsummary- your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave.  good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.
âł rating- explicit / 18+
âł word count-Â 4.3k
âł pairing-Â yoongi x reader
âł genre-Â smut, light crack, PWP''
CYBERSEX- @gimmethatagustd âŸïžâ»âŒ
''The whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that youâll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brotherâs best friend?Â
» pairing: yoongi x fem!readerÂ
» wc/date: 14.6k | July 2022
» genre: BTS | 18+ | brotherâs best friend | smut | fluff | humor
» warnings: alcohol | blowjob | car sex | creampie | dirty talk | fingering | masturbation | pet names | phone sex | pussy slapping | sex work | unprotected vaginal sex''
Jung Hoseok
hot rod- @kinktae âŸïžâ»
''a 1950âČs inspired fic where greaser Hoseok canât keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boysâ favorite diner.
pairing:Â greaser!hoseok x reader
word count:Â 10k
genre:Â 1950s au, smut, fluff''
Kim Namjoon
The Bodyguard- @rmnamjoons âŸïžâ»Î©
''âł summary: Youâre the daughter of the ambassador to a small, peaceful, barely-on-the-map country in Western Europe, working as a diplomat to help your mother with her endless meetings and politics. After a kidnapping attempt gone wrong, you and your protective bodyguard Namjoon are on the run across Europe, jumping from trains, stealing cars, and pretending to be a couple on your honeymoon to stay hidden. As the would-be kidnappers close in, Namjoon promises you that heâs going to keep you safe, no matter the cost.
âł pairing: bodyguard!Namjoon x reader
âł genre: bodyguard au, romance, smut, fake dating/fake marriage, road trip (kinda), very slight angst
âł word count: 62.9k â this is a complete, VERY long oneshot''
Show Me How- @imaginationofacrazyfangirl ⻠¶
''Summary:You swiped right on a nerd, instead you got a Greek God. Or tired of your virginity, you decide to throw caution to the wind and find a hook up on tinder.
â PAIRING: Namjoon x f!reader
â GENRE: smut. 18+ minors dni.''
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pairing: Doctor!Yoongi x Doctor!Reader genre(s): crack, fluff, brief smut au(s):Â medical AU, idiots-to-lovers (not quite yet) word count: 3.1k warnings:Â cynical Yoongi, hospital talk, artificial insemination and pregnancy, sperm for insemnation switched without readersâ knowledge/consent, Yoongi has no filter, 20,000 different ways to say sperm, unhinged behaviour from OC and Yoongi, probably HIPAA non-compliance, intoxication, marijuana use, an almost-kiss, did I mention they're idiots (affectionate), mentions divorce (OC's parents), bi-panic from Yoongi, implied masturbation (m) rating:Â 18+
summary: Yoongi's friendship with you is the one bright spot in his life. So when you tell him you're ready to have a baby, he thinks this will finally be his shot to take your friendship to the next level. Cue a few shots of soju, and one insemination party, and Yoongi suddenly has a huge problem on his hands.
a/n:Â Old rom-coms (aka pre-2012) are the best. I was rewatching The Switch the other day and felt a burst of inspo to write this cute little au! This will probably be a oneshot (get it?) for now, but never say never! I hope you enjoy!
disclaimer: I do not own, or have any affiliation with BTS. Any similarity between the version of the idol(s) mentioned and portrayed here and their real life counterparts is purely coincidental, and does not represent the thoughts and opinions of said idol(s). Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. This specific fic is based on the 2010 movie The Switch, which contains sensitive themes relating to accidental artificial insemnation, consent, and pregnancy. Please do your research before engaging with this fic, as these themes may not be for everyone.
In his somewhat short career of practicing medicine, Yoongi had become an expert people-watcher, you could say. For instance, heâd been privy to the same morning commute as hundreds of other strangers in the city for the past five or so years. In fact, he was so used to seeing their faces that they didnât seem like strangers at all. There was the old man who rode in the same car he did, always clutching what seemed to be a bouquet of flowers or a baked good. Maybe it was for his wife. Or his mistress.Â
Yoongi puckers his lips sourly at the unsavory thought, shuddering at how cynical heâd become. Instead, he turns his attention to the girl sitting in the corner. She had to be in middle school, he thought. Only middle school could put that despondent look on the face of someone so young. Maybe sheâd been jilted by a crush. Or more likely, sheâd gotten a B on her math test and was about to walk into a lecture from her parents the moment she came home from school today. Yoongi knew the feeling all too well.
You see, it was Yoongi's job to be in the business of people. Being a doctor meant that he dealt with people all day long. They flitted in and out of his life like the flies that buzzed past his ears every time he entered the subway. And he always surprised himself with how much he could learn about them in a single meeting, or before they even walked into the room.Â
Which is why nothing could have prepared him for what awaited him when he walked into the hospital cafeteria that morning. Sweat streamed down his back in rivulets from the summer heat, drenching his scrubs. And yet, he still insisted on grabbing a piping cup of black coffee from the drinks counter.
âIt keeps me awake for longer,â he grumbled when the man at the checkout counter shot him a quizzical look.
His eyes scan the crowded array of chairs and tables outside the cafĂ©, looking for the one person who could perk up the start to another grueling work day, even more than his cup of coffee was capable of.Â
You wave to him enthusiastically from the crowd, bouncing up and down like a child waiting for a lollipop. It was probably from all the kids you hung around with all day. Peds was no joke, and Yoongi admired your ability to keep a bright, starry-eyed attitude when his own stomach turned at the thought of sick children.
âPlease donât tell me you saw another man with flowers who might be cheating on his wife,â you raise an eyebrow at the scowl on his face as he approaches the table. âEither that or todayâs the day you finally regret not getting an iced coffee.â
Running a hand through his hair, he sighs, annoyed yet also mildly amused by your teasing.
âI told you, itââ
âIt keeps you awake for longer, I know, I know,â you beam at him.
âItâs actually neither of those things,â he groans. âToday it was the old lady in the elevator who asked me what year of high school I was in.â
âThatâs what you get for having a stupidly perfect face,â you quip, waving your fork at him. âYou know Seungkwan from Derm would freak if he knew you only washed your face with bar soap?!â
Although you chuckle at your own joke, Yoongi canât help the way his heart twists at your words, resisting the heat that rises to his cheeks when you compliment his face. But before he can think about it too long, he falters, noticing that your attention is buried deep within your pile of scrambled eggs, and youâre unable to look him in the eyes.
âYou know, Seungkwan from Derm would also tell you that frowning causes premature wrinkles, ___,â Yoongi responds, and you lift your head up, eyebrows furrowed in worry. His hand twitches, and he fights the urge to reach out and squeeze your hand to reassure you everything will be alright.
You finally reach into your bag, pulling out a piece of paper.
âLook at these labs,â you push the paper towards him. âWhat do they say to you?â
Yoongi stares intently at the paper, trying to piece together this patientâs story, despite you failing to provide any helpful demographic information.
âIron count, a full blood panel, HcG, any infectious diseases, genetic markersââ Yoongi pauses when he realizes. âYouâve got a pregnant kid on your hands?â
The paper is snatched from his hands before he can finish, your face redder than a tomato.
âNo silly, itâs not a kid. I-itâs me. Those are my levels. Do you think they look okay?â
Yoongi canât prevent his jaw from dropping wide open. Heâs sure he must look like an idiot, staring blankly while you blink your eyes, waiting for him to respond.
âYouâre having a baby?â he chokes out. The sick, twisty feeling in his stomach has returned, only this time it's a thousand times worse.
âNot yet. But Iâm trying,â you admit sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.
âSo what, you want me to have sex with you?â Yoongi blurts out before he can stop himself, and he immediately sees you freeze. Sometimes he really hated that he had no filter when it came to his thoughts. That, combined with the fact that heâd had a crush on you since you nearly knocked him over with your Heelies during his first week of work, and Yoongi had found himself in a sticky situation more often than not.
âNo!â you immediately blurt out, growing more flustered when Yoongi frowns. âNot that, I meanâ, thatâs totally beside the point, completely irrelevant to my clinical question, I, Iâ Iâm using a sperm donor okay!â
For the second time in a matter of minutes, youâve rendered Yoongi completely speechless.
âIs this about Kihyun?â he finally asks. âOr Doyoung? You know, I know you havenât had the best track record with relationships in the past, but jumping into having a baby with a random guy is definitely not the solution!â
âItâs not about them!â you sputter, unable to stop your voice from rising. âItâs about me, okay! My choice to be an independent woman, raising a child, who doesnât need a man to help her at all! I get paid well, I have all the resources I could dream of, a strong support system. My life is in session!â
Yoongi has to bite back at chuckle at you quoting one of the various hospital brochures that decorated every reception desk and spare table.Â
âSo are you gonna help me find some jizz, or not?!â you finish, only to look around and realize nearly a dozen pairs of eyes are on you. Perhaps youâd said that last part a little too loudly.
âI-, I gotta go,â you whisper, slinging your bag over your shoulder and running as fast as you can out of the cafeteria, leaving a wistful Yoongi to ponder over the fact that you hadnât even bothered to finish your breakfast.
You might have thought that breakfast was the end of your baby-making discussion, but judging by the way Yoongi cornered you immediately during the mid-afternoon patient lull, it seemed he hadn't.
âSo youâre looking for, uh, semen,â he says, mortified when the charge nurse on your floor whips her head around to glare at him. He pulls you into an alcove by the windows, immediately realizing what a wrong move that was when he can smell the strawberry shampoo youâd used this morning, or count each one of your long eyelashes.
âWhatâs wrong with mine?â he asks innocently, before realizing heâd messed up yet again. The uncomfortable look on your face tells him as much.
âListen, Yoongi, Iâm sure you have great sperm, killer sperm even. Not in a murder-y way, you know, but like in a Darwinian kinda way. But weâre best friends, wouldnât that be weird?â
âWe donât have to have sex, you know. I could just nut in a cup and hand it to you. I mean weâve literally cleaned vomit off each other, how weird could this be?â
A strangled giggle erupts from your throat, and youâre bouncing on the balls of your feet. Yoongi knows you well enough to know your untapped anxiety is preventing you from saying what you really want.
âOkay, spit it out ___.â
âWell, no offense, Yoongi, but youâre kind of neurotic. And not to mention a little pessimistic, maybe even nihilisticâŠâ
âDamn, ___. You could have just said you didnât want my swimmers. No need to hit a man where it hurts.â
You smile, fondly recalling the time you two played for the hospital basketball team, only for Yoongi to suspend you when your pass had gone awry and smacked him straight in the balls.
âOh please, you recovered just fine. And we still won the championship that year against the nurses.â
The smile Yoongi forces out of him is no match for the way his heart is breaking underneath. But he looks at you, eyes sparkling and so excited about the prospect of having a baby, and immediately sets his own feelings aside. He could do this. He was your best friend, and as your best friend, your happiness was his number one priority.Â
âOkay, Iâll help.â
âThank you thank you thank you!â you crush him in a too-tight hug, his arms wrapping around you stiffly, before melting into it. Normally he would have pushed anyone else off by now, but youâd always been his exception to every rule heâd ever set for himself.
âSo, what do you think about Hoseok from Finance?â
Yoongi freezes at the mention of the happy-go-lucky man with the heart-shaped smile and how he could immediately charm the pants off of anyone within his vicinity.
âAbsolutely not,â he grumbles, walking away.
âOh come on, why not? He has great fashion sense, can pull off any hair color, the nurses say he can dance well⊠Yoongi, YOONGI!â
After a tumultuous few months, which involved a rather precarious incident in which Yoongi had nearly gotten fired when he locked Taehyung, a cardiology fellow, in the bathroom after heâd gotten a bit too handsy with you at a party, Yoongi opens his apartment door one Saturday morning to find a comically large pink envelope on the outside.
The dozens of sperm-shaped balloons that fall out of the card have him jolting in surprise, and he looks up to find his across-the-hall neighbours, a mom and her daughter, staring at him dumbfoundedly, before swiftly slamming their door shut in his face.
Iâm Getting Pregnant⊠And Youâre Invited, the garish pink letters on the invitation read, and Yoongi wants to tell the stupid card to go shove all the balloons up its ass when he realizes in horror that youâd finally decided on someone. Without him.
Standing in the hallway with the huge mess around him, Yoongi wonders how despite changing peopleâs lives every day, heâd always managed to fall behind when it came to his own.
. . .
The obnoxious EDM bumping in your apartment is enough to make Yoongiâs ears bleed. Tugging at his hoodie, his eyes scan the crowd of people, recognizing more than a few people from the hospital. Frowning, he tries to run each one of them through his mind, wondering if youâd gone with Hoseok from Finance after all.
âDr. Min!â Yoongi nearly chokes on his drink when Jimin from HR comes up to him, landing him a good-natured slap on the back. âYou made it!â
âWhat the hell are you doing here, Jimin?â Yoongi deadpans. âShouldnât you be reporting this shit? I thought all this was supposed to be protected under HIPAA!â
âWeâre all HIPAA-compliant here, Yoongi, except you,â Jimin chortles, before smirking at him. âDonât think I donât know that youâre the only one in your department who hasnât submitted their training modules yet.â
âI-, Iâve been busy! You know, actually taking care of patients and stuff.â Yoongi knows Jimin is joking, but somehow still feels the need to defend himself.Â
âIâm sensing some negative energy from you, Yoongi,â Jimin drawls, and Yoongi is sure he has to be drunk, waving what looks like a turkey baster in his face. âThis is ___âs moment! We should all be happy for her!â
âOh Iâm sooo happy,â Yoongi grumbles, disappearing into the crowd to look for you.
âDr. Min!â another voice calls out to him. âWanna take a hit?â
Yoongi turns to see Jungkook, one of the medical students rotating in his unit, offering him a lit joint.
âPut that damn thing away, Jeon!â Yoongi scolds him, before backtracking. âOn second thought, gimme that.â
All Jungkook can do is blink in surprise when Yoongi takes a drag of the joint, immediately feeling his irate energy subside just a tiny bit. Still, he was antsy. Where were you?
Yoongi takes another few hits, downs a few shots of soju and heâs overcome with the munchies. Reaching for the hummus and pita chips, he groans when the dip plops down, staining his pristine white hoodie.Â
âHere, let me help you with that,â another disembodied voice calls out to him. Yoongi looks up at the sound, and is immediately taken aback.
Yoongiâs sure heâd never seen this dude at the hospital before. He was like, freakishly pretty. Tall, with dark hair and broad shoulders, and pink lips. He blinks, trying not to panic at the attractive man swiping the stain off his shirt.
âYoongi!â you appear out of nowhere, wrapping him in another crushing hug. âI see youâve met Seokjin.â
âIâm the donor,â the man called Seokjin reaches a hand out for him to shake, offering a blinding smile.
Fuck. Of course this stupidly attractive man was your sperm donor. Of course youâd want to have his baby. He was literally perfect. You probably had a crush on him. Hell, Yoongi kind of had a crush on him.Â
âIâm gonna grab another drink,â you drunkenly lean on Yoongi for support. âYou two have fun talking though!â
â___âs great,â Seokjin grins. âSuper nice. Pretty hot too.â
âWhy are you doing this?â Yoongi interjects bluntly. âI mean no offense, a guy like you, you could probably have anyone.â
âAhh yeah,â Seokjin ruffles his hair, and Yoongi grits his teeth at how he still manages to look perfect doing that. âMoneyâs tight these days. A PhD in astrophysics at Harvard doesnât exactly come cheap.â
Before Yoongi can make another smart comment, Seokjin is whisked away by Jimin and Hoseok from finance, the men slapping him on the back, hollering that itâs time to do the deed. He sees you disappear into your own room nervously, and canât help himself from following you.
âEverything okay, ___?â
âNO!â youâre nearly bouncing off the walls. And thereâs no kids to entertain in sight. âIâm freaking out!â
Yoongiâs next to you in seconds, taking you in his arms and letting your head lean against his shoulder. Heâd discovered how much it calmed you down after one drunken night out where youâd basically recalled your childhood trauma from your parentsâ divorce.
âDo you think Iâm crazy, Yoongi? I want this so bad, but maybe this is the wrong way to go about it.â
âI think you want a family, ___. Thereâs nothing wrong with that. And Iâll be here every step of the way. Uncle Yoongi to the rescue.â
You giggle at his words, a dazed look in his eyes.
âYou do act like a total dad.â
Thereâs a brief pause, silence falling in between you two. Your eyes peer into Yoongiâs and for a moment, he could swear you lean in, the shiny pink gloss on your lips sparkling in the dim lightâ-
Only to be interrupted by Jungkook bursting into the room, grabbing your hand and telling you its finally time.
One shot, Yoongi had promised himself. Only now heâs ten shots of soju deep and hiding in the fucking bathroom while the party rages on outside. The colors on the wall blend into each other, and Yoongiâs head throbs trying to figure out what heâs looking at. He smiles to himself when he sees its your meticulous pregnancy planning chart, filled with labs and calendars and lists of medications.
Lifting himself up off the floor, he stumbles, bracing himself against the toilet. He was about to hurl. In his stupor he hears something clatter, off to the side.
âIs someone in there?â the nervous voice of Kim Namjoon, one of the hospitalâs talented surgeons, calls out from the other end. âI have to pee!â
Namjoonâs voice breaks Yoongi out of his daze, and he looks at the object lying on the floor.
Cum. A whole bucketâs worth of it, it looked like. The creamy white substance now lies swirling in your toilet bowl, and he feels his heart drop to his ass when he realizes itâs Seokjinâs. Oh fuck! It was Seokjinâs sample. Aka the sample you were supposed to shoot up in mere moments, to have the baby youâd been dreaming of for so long.
Yoongi tugs at his hair, wanting to scream at himself for ruining your plans, all because of his own stupidity. Youâd be so mad at him. Youâd probably yell at him in front of the entire hospital, hands on your hips, and your face would go all red.
Heâs horrified when his dick twitches to life at the image of you cursing him out. How was it his fault that you were so hot and he was idiotically attracted to you?
A lightbulb goes off in his head, and Yoongi looks down again, caught in a face-off with Min. Jr. This was a very big problem with a very simple solution.
The pounding in his head continues as Yoongi drops his pants, getting right to work.
. . .
Thankfully, Yoongi doesnât remember much about the night of your party. He thinks itâs a blessing, at least until you pounce on him in the hospital cafeteria a couple of weeks later.
Something about you is different, he thinks. Youâd always been pretty but now youâre stunning, practically glowing from the inside out. He wonders if it has anything to do with stupidly handsome Seokjin when you tap him on the shoulder.
âIt worked!â you blurt out, grinning from ear to ear. âIâm pregnant!â
Suddenly, it all comes back to Yoongi. His jealousy over Seokjin, the two of you nearly kissing in your room, the cup spilling into the toilet, the way Yoongi came with your name on his lips.
Shit.
A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi đ
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