#chimmy could be anything and everything

[cubbihue]

Is Chimmy a boy? Is Chimmy a girl? No. Chimmy is tired. (And non-binry.)

Chimmy's Gender is:

Tired.

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[trivia-yandere]

Hello! I was wondering If I could request? Yandere bts whoever you choose, where their darling has never cum before, experiencing it for the first time with them and overstimulation, getting dumb off of dick 🥰

yes we can! it wouldn't be us if we didn't add at least a little yandere to it

two sentence horror story

it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin... @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63 @momnomnom @chimmy-licious

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word count: 2.309

warning: dirty talk, humiliation kink, slight sadism, restraint, bound/gagged, pussy slapping, possessive/jealous seokjin, oral (f receiving), spitting, edging, yandere/dark themes, fingering, squirting,

it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin.

Seokjin likes to think that he’s graced you with his presence. That you are lucky to have him - lucky to have someone so successful, handsome and rich. You were lucky to be his girl, someone who he spoiled with nice clothing and jewelry. He took you on expensively lavish vacations and dates. You ate only the finest food and drank the best wine the world has to offer. You didn’t even have to work, not while you were his girl and he had it - because that meant that you also had it.

But you did work, much to Seokjin’s dismay. You were a woman that didn’t need him to be dependent, no matter how many times he would place his credit card in your hands, you only ever used it on useless things such as gas for your car - the same car he wishes you’d get rid of all together. It wasn’t luxurious and it didn’t fit the look for someone like you - his girl.

Seokjin didn’t appreciate your lack of respect for him. Your refusal to quit your job, stating that you worked hard to get where you were at. So what? Thousands of girls would drop everything to be beside him like you were, and yet everything he did never appeared good enough for you. You didn’t need him like other women would’ve - and that is what upsets him. There was no control over you. You had your own money, car, home - what was he truly useful for if you didn’t need him for anything?

Seokjin had been lenient with you. Even as the months passed and the relationship grew, he had yet to bed you. He learned that you had little experience during one tipsy conversation and that’s all he needed to know to understand now. You couldn’t submit because there was never a reason to - no other man gave you what he could. You wouldn’t submit to a man that couldn’t even make you cum - how comical. 

“J-Jin…”

Seokjin hums, head snapping to your direction. You were always so beautiful to him. You didn’t have to try hard to catch his attention. Your glow was as bright as the sun, radiating off of you heavenly.

Seokjin could say he was a bit of a sadist. It’s another reason why he isn’t quick to bed you - you couldn’t handle then what he had it store for you now. He marvels at your oiled, naked skin, arms wrapped tightly behind you while your legs are spread apart widely, ankles tied beneath the bed post. 

“Remember how you told me you never came before?” Seokjin questions, learning against the bed frame to look down upon you. “That ex boyfriend of yours only cared about pleasuring himself, huh?”

Seokjin notes how you’re confused, wondering why he’s bringing this up now out of all times. 

“I saw you talking to him. It must be awkward working with an ex.” Seokjin’s tone is dangerously calm as he speaks, eyes glaring holes into your face for a reaction. “Is that why you don’t want to quit?”

You’re taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. “I have to talk to him. He’s my coworker.”

Wrong.

Seokjin slaps his hand against your bare pussy harshly. You jump at the impact, eyes widening. “J-Jin-”

Seokjin slaps you again, and again. Each slap is harder than the last. You don’t notice the moans coming between your lips and just how wet you were becoming. Shivers erupt through your skin and it feels taboo just feeling this way; getting pleasure deprived from pain. 

“You’re soaked.” Jin chuckles, fingertips ghosting across your bulging clit. “I don’t believe you.”

You knit your brows in frustration - both sexual and irritable. 

“You and him had dinner.” 

The prints of Seokjin’s fingers place themself firmly against your clit. He rubs in slow, taunting circles.

“I-I…what?” You moan, hips buckling, arms squirming in the restraints. You’re unsure why you allowed him to have you in such a position. It was brought up randomly when you had come to his home and you’d admit that you were curious. 

“I-I…what?” Seokjin mocks, rubbing along your clit more roughly. “You aren’t a dumb bitch, Y/N. You know what I’m speaking of.”

Seokjin never spoke to you like this, but it was hard being upset when he was pleasuring while doing so. You bit your lip to suppress a moan. 

“A work dinner.” You pant, recollecting the only time you had seen the man outside working hours. “You followed me?”

Of course he had. Seokjin scoffs. You were his girl after all - someone he has graced his presence for. He allowed you into spaces other people could only dream of being in. 

“Have you ever been eaten out?” The question catches you off guard and causes you to grow hot with embarrassment. 

Seokjin hums upon your head shake and now he grows hungry, mouth salivating at the thought of tasting you. 

“Though you do not deserve it,” Seokjin lowers himself between your legs, eyes set right on your wet clit. You squirm once more, humiliated by him being so close to you. “I’ll just have a little taste.”

“Jin- oh!” your words are caught in your throat when you feel him - his tongue wet and warm against your clit. It flickers back and forth at a steady pace.

As for Jin, his nose touches the top of your clit as he dives deeper to have a taste of you. Having complete control over you is an added bonus while getting the chance to finally taste you. His tongue laps between your folds as your thighs quiver.

You gasp when Jin leans back to spit, then suckle onto your clit once more. He looks up, eyes watching the way your head falls back as you continue to moan.

“I-I think I’m gonna-”

“No.” Jin pulls back, lifting himself up and away from your clit. You shivered, feeling your high come crumbling down to a disappointing halt. “What do you two talk about?”

You swallow thickly, eyes flickering open. You’re panting as you speak. “N-Nothing but work.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” Jin tilts his head. His fingers are dangerously close to your clit once more. “There has to be a reason why you keep going back to work.”

You want to scream that it’s because it’s your job and you need it, but your mouth is shut. Jin fingers enter you swiftly and now he’s pumping inside of you. “You’re so wet that I was able to slide right in.”

Your walls clench around his fingers selfishly, wanting more and more. The pleasure is one you have not felt in a while - and even then it wasn’t like Seokjin’s. Your juices are coating his bedsheets, but he doesn’t care. The sight of you is utterly filthy and worth it.

“You’re going back to see him.” Seokjin’s thumb rests upon your clit as he pumps, rubbing in circles. 

Your eyes are clenched shut and your moaning increases. “Does it feel good, Y/N?” Jin teases - he knows it does. 

“Y-Yes!” you sigh. “So good.”

Jin removes his fingers from inside of you and slaps your clit harshly. You scream, tears lining your eyes. Your high once again came down, disappointed at the lack of pleasure.

“Why should you deserve to feel good?” Jin questions, his tone dark. “It’s not like you deserve it.”

Your eyes blink a few times to look at Jin. He appears serious, waiting for you to respond to him. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” you murmur to him, hands clenching in the restraints. 

Seokjin scoffs. “I want you to tell me why I should let you cum?”

You swallow. “You were the one that wanted to make me cum.” you hiss. You were growing frustrated with the man. He was hell bent on showing you how pleasurable sex could be and not one-sided - but now all it appeared to be was him questioning you about an ex you cared little about.

“Aw, feisty.” Jin cackles.

“If this is what you meant then maybe I could go to my ex.”

Your ears are ringing seconds after you snap at Seokjin, your cheek stinging. The room is eerily silent.

“You…” Seokjin’s tone is deep. The deepest you’ve ever heard it become. 

“Jin-”

Another slap across your cheek, and then another. You don’t manage to speak before Seokjin hovering above you onto the bed.

Seokjin pulls off his pants, underwear going right along with it. He has been lenient enough but your words angered him. To say such a thing to him when he’s allowed you to do what you wanted the entirety of the relationship was a slap to the face.

“I wanted our first time to be enjoyable.” Seokjin says. He spits at your clit once more - not because he needed to. No, you were wet enough, but because spitting on you was what he liked doing to show that you were his - he likes to say it’s a way to mark his territory. 

“Seokjin.” you attempt, but you’re squirming upon feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit. 

“If you cum along the way, that’s great for you.” Jin murmurs, cock now at your hole. He’s entering you slowly.

You widen your eyes at his words. Where was he going with this?

Jin snaps his hips inside of you. You scream out at the sudden impact. He removes himself just to do it again - this time grinding so deep that you swear you could feel him in your stomach.

Jin’s left hand grips your thighs while his right clamps down onto your mouth and just beneath your nose. Your eyes bulge at the sensation of him fucking you. He had no mercy, snapping his hips so roughly that the bedframe slams against the wall behind you.

“And to think I was going to let you keep that little job.” Jin chuckles and shakes his head. There’s already a white ring around his cock. “You’re creaming, baby. You’ve never been fucked this good, huh?”

Your throat groans a response, unable to do a proper one. Your eyes are rolling now, stomach churning. Your walls are clenching around him, suching him in for more.

“But after what you’ve said,” Seokjin pries your mouth open, entering his fingers inside. Your tongue swirls around this, tasting your juices. “I’ll never allow you out of here.”

Your mind isn’t registering his words - after all, you assume this was just roleplay. Men were into weird stuff. Instead you were busy groaning beneath him, toes curling. There’s drool dripping out of your mouth and down Seokjin’s wrist, but he doesn’t go to remove himself inside of you.

“Look at you!” Jin laughs, snapping his hips harder. “Cock drunk. You don’t even know what I’m saying.”

“P-Please let m-me cum!” you gurgle out. You could feel the familiar high bubbling once more, this time even more intense then the last two, 

“Why should I?” Jin removes his fingers from your mouth to cup your cheeks roughly. He was still pissed - and rightfully so. He was already upset that you were a whore enough to have dinner with your edx (colleague or not) and now you were begging him to have you cum?

“Please, Jin!” you feel hot tears pour from your eyes, so far gone that you don’t even realize that you’re crying from pure pleasure. 

Jin’s nails dig into your cheeks so deep that he notices that they begin to draw a pinch of blood. He growls low, feeling his own high coming.

Jin spits on you once more before capturing your lips in his, allowing a few more sloppy thrusts before he’s about to cum. He removes himself from you, cumming right onto your twitching clit, admiring how his cum drips off of you.

“I’ll let you cum, whore.” Jin murmurs, allowing four fingers inside of you now. The stretch causes you to scream once more, but he doesn’t care. He’s pumping inside of you without a care. 

You should be upset. You were being degraded and called out your name - you had spit running down your face. But you weren’t. You were far gone from your sanity, and the only thing you wanted now was to cum like he promised. 

“You don’t understand me now, Y/N.” Jin murmurs to you, eyes fixed on your soaking pussy. “But you’re not leaving. In due time you'll understand.”

“I-I’m cumming…!” you bite your lips, eyebrows knitting. 

Seokjin chuckles darkly, free hand going to rub your clit to bring you closer to your high. He feels you clench around his even tighter, head falling back against the headboard. 

Your juices squirt out, soaking him in the chest. It’s long and accompanied by a low shout.

Your breathing slows as your body twitches. You were feeling exhausted.

“Can you take these off?” you murmur after a few minutes of trying to compose yourself. 

Upon not hearing a response, your eyes blink open to find Seokjin.

“W-What-”

Your eyes are burning and now you’re screaming at the top of your legs. You pull at your arms to shield your eyes, but you are unable to. Your head thrashes back and forth in an attempt to get away.

“Now you can’t work if you can’t see.” Seokjin says in between your screams. “If you can’t see, then there’s no one else to look at.”

You’re crying, but even then it hurts. Your vision is blurred until it goes completely black.

“Now I can take care of you like I intended in the beginning.” Seokjin’s voice is now calm - peaceful. The one you recalled since becoming entangled with him. “Behave, or I’ll have to hurt you again. And I don’t want to do that, Y/N. I love you.”

it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin.

He reminds you every day that if you misbehave, he'll take your hearing next.

[back2bluesidex]

Oh So Reluctant 2 - PJM (18+)

Pairing: Husband!Jimin X Wife!Reader

Theme: Angst, SMUT, little fluff, Arrange marriage au. Majorly Jimin's POV.

Summary: For the past eleven months that you have been married to Park Jimin, he has not looked at you the way he has been doing today. And there is sinister in his eyes.

Word count: 2367

Warnings: Angst, unhappy married life, Jimin struggles with his feelings, he tries to keep himself sane, jealous jimin, unprotected sex (stay safe), swearing.

Minors are NOT welcomed in this blog!!

A/N: This story was requested by lovely @chimmy-licious. This is the second and last part of the two-shot. Hope you all like it.

Part 1

If there is anything that Jimin has learned in his 29 years of life then it’s the fact that nothing lasts forever. When he was merely 18 years old, his father divorced his mother and shifted to the states. That’s the first event to break his concept of “happily ever after”. He always thought his parents got well together. They weren’t a lovey-dovey couple but they knew how to spend days and nights with each other without having random fallouts. But he was wrong. He probably never understood that what he thought was peace is actually the lack of communication. 

When Jimin was 22, he had his first real break up. He was in love with this girl and the moment she said she wanted to end it all, he felt as if his carefully constructed sand castle was crumbling down.  And this was the second time he realized nothing actually lasts forever. 

But he was still quite cheerful about his life. He had a ton of friends, went partying with them and led a prosperous life, thanks to his mom. And then came his 25th year and everything turned upside down. His best friend cum colleague betrayed him in the most unbelievable way. 

That guy, named Sung Kwon, was accused of recruiting trainees in exchange for money. When the company ran an investigation on him, he blamed it all on Jimin. Jimin, who knew none of it, felt his vision turning dark and his wit getting lost. Even though further investigation proved Jimin innocent, he already faced all the emotional damage he could. He then promised himself that he would never ever get attached to anyone ever again. And he kept his word by drawing himself in working and achieving new heights ever so often. 

He has had random hook-ups, one night stands, some acquaintances to drink with, some people to check up on him, but he never got close to anyone any more. That is why when his mother proposed to him to get married, he revolted. He couldn’t even think of getting into an active relationship and marriage? That was impossible for him to accept. However, in the end his mother won. He couldn’t reject her anymore given the fact that the lady had gone the extra mile to provide for him after his father left. 

When he met you for the first and only time before the wedding, he cleared it up that marriage is his mother’s wish, not his. You made a good impression on him that day. You didn’t seem to be the clingy type or the curious type. You were rather composed and listened carefully to what he had to say. So, he concluded you would respect his space after marriage. 

And you did, but not always. For the first six months you tried to get closer to him, which made him quite uncomfortable. You cooked dinners, planned dates, gave him meaningful gifts but he only felt guilt. Guilt of not feeling enough to do the same for you. Most of your interactions were awkward and your eyes would turn gloomy whenever there was a failed attempt of getting to know him more. And then you eventually stopped. You stopped trying anything at all. 

Suddenly there were no cooked dinners to come home to, no movie nights to understand each other’s movie preferences, no little gifts to look forward to. Only then Jimin understood he got used to it all. 

For the first six months, if Jimin felt anything for you then it was sexual desire. I mean, you are very attractive and sexy and he is a man with a dick, which obviously twitches seeing you in flimsy camisoles and shorts (even though you two don’t share a room). Nevertheless, when you stopped trying, he missed more than just your sexy body. He missed your face, your voice, your smile, your warmth and you. But his ego and cold nature never allowed him to approach you and he stayed holed up in his own space, lonely and guilty. 

Just a week ago you asked him to attend your company’s event with you. He was internally happy to have you finally talk to him but he was scared that he is getting attached to an almost stranger again. So he said no. He lied. He said he had a press conference to attend, while he had no important schedule that day. He could clearly see the way your eyes started glistening right away. His heart dropped. 

After a continuous battle with himself, he finally decided to give it a try. He decided to give you and this relationship a chance. He decided to talk to you about starting to take things slow rather than jumping into promises of forever. And the very first step of doing so was attending that event. 

He intentionally got late to make it seem like his claim of having this nonexistent press conference was true. He styled himself well, asked a hairstylist to do his hair and drowned himself in his favorite perfume only to find you wrapped around another man’s arm while talking about divorcing him. He saw red. He quickly understood that he is jealous as well as scared of the prospect of losing you. Fuck! He was already attached to you. 

“Who was that guy? Your ex?” his mouth runs on its own accord. 

“No. He can be my future though.” You reply calmly, as if it’s not a big deal to leave your husband behind for another man. 

“What makes you think I will let you go so easily?” Jimin confronts you and himself at the same time. 

“Your reluctance towards my existence?” So this is what he had made you believe? You think he is reluctant towards you when he is always hyper aware of your presence? No. This is not right. So he clarifies himself, “I am not reluctant towards you, Y/N. I am rather very much aware.” Jimin raises his voice a bit as if to emphasize his statement.  

“Aware of how much you don’t want me in your life?” If you asked him this question within the first six months of your marriage, he would have said yes. But he doesn’t feel the same anymore. 

“No! Quite the opposite actually.” he replies. 

That makes you take a look at him, as he already stares at you. You cock your eyebrow as if to ask for an explanation. When your eyes bore into Jimin’s, he finds himself getting entangled within his inner conflict. How should he explain what he feels for you? He knows he is attracted but is that enough to keep you in this worthless marriage? Will you even consider his feelings after the way he treated you? So he does what he feels like the best option. He changes the subject. 

“You look very… beautiful tonight.” Jimin doesn’t lie when he compliments you. You are obviously very beautiful but tonight your beauty is just overshadowing everything. He rakes his eyes through your body. Your exposed cleavage makes him want to bury his head on your chest, taste your skin and mark you as his, only his. 

You cross your legs and expose more of your skin as you catch him staring shamelessly. 

He smirks. One of his hands reaches to grab the supple flesh of your thigh harshly. You almost spit your drink out. 

“Don’t tease me, Y/N. I have been having a tough time controlling myself for these eleven months already.” Jimin’s voice drops down a few octaves. He is getting horny already. He knows it’s not right. He knows you two need to talk before getting into bed with each other but how can he keep himself sane when you look like this? His thumb draws invisible circles on your thigh. 

Your eyes widen as you try to play innocent, “What do you mean?” 

Jimin’s fingers glide higher on your smooth skin and it reaches where he has only imagined his fingers before. 

His digits hover above your mound as he mouths, “Let me show you what I mean.”

You seem to contemplate what he just said for a couple of moments but then you swat his hand away from your body. Jimin thought he finally got you under his spell but his confidence lowered the moment you declined his advances.

“If you think you can win me over with sex after making it clear that you don’t want me in your life, then… you are wrong, Jimin.” Your words are followed with a sigh. Jimin removes his hands from your thigh as he reflects on his choice of action. This is not what he wanted but he fucked up anyway. 

Just when he is about to apologize, he gets interrupted by that same guy from earlier. 

“Y/N, Mr. Choi wants to congratulate you. Could you spare me a minute?” The guy questions looming awfully closer to your body. 

“Sure, Taehyung.” You smile sweetly at him and Jimin feels himself turning green yet again. 

You walk away with this taehyung guy as his hand stays on the small of your back. Jimin glares at the sight. 

“Can I get you something, sir?” the bartender diverts Jimin’s attention. 

“A dirty martini, please.” he says briefly as his eyes remain only on your figure.   

This Taehyung guy is sly, he is on a mission of stealing you away from Jimin, that’s what Jimin concludes upon seeing Taehyung getting all cozy with you. But what bothers him more is that you don’t appear to be uncomfortable with any of it. 

Jimin takes a large sip of his drink as he observes you. Your body slots perfectly in Taehyung arms as you two talk to whom he assumes a stakeholder. Taehyung says something in your ear and you roll your eyes at him. Then he takes you towards the dance floor and you give him one of your blinding smiles. 

Jimin’s stomach feels funny, his heart tightens around his chest as he sees you swinging your body rhythmically with Taehyung’s. He places both of his hands on your waist and Jimin’s hold on his glass goes tighter.

You two look like a lovey-dovey couple when the truth is that he is your husband and he is sitting here alone watching you. The urge of claiming you overpowers his rationality as he finds himself leaving the barstool and walking towards you.  

“Let’s go home. It’s quite late already.” Jimin says a bit loudly, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at him with an unreadable expression. 

“I don’t wan-” You start but he cuts you off.

“We need to talk, Y/N. Please.” 

You nod at him defeatedly. 

He waits in his car while you bid goodbye to your colleagues. 

“Are you really planning on divorcing me?” Jimin questions you as he drives towards home. 

“If that’s what makes both of us happy and less burdened, then yes.” you seem to choose your words carefully, as if you have given this subject a thousand thoughts. 

“I- I don’t want so. I wanna give this a try. Give us a try.” Jimin’s voice trembles a bit. 

You look at him, “I understand if you are feeling overwhelmed after seeing your married wife with another guy. It’s not what you think it is, Jimin. You just feel possessive because I wear a ring of your name, not because you feel something for me.” 

“No, Y/N. I know myself. I know what I feel and what I don’t. And I-” he gulps, “I think I developed some feelings for you.”  

“Jimin, you are mistaken.” you try to reason. 

“I never felt this much jealousy in my entire life. I was not only possessive but I am still very much jealous because that guy knows how to make you smile and make you feel comfortable around himself and I don’t. I hate myself for that. I am your fucking husband and I can’t even make you smile!” Jimin scolds himself. 

“You never tried. I am sure you would have succeeded if you at least tried.” Your eyes drop down on your lap. Jimin knows you are teary. 

“I am sorry. I am so fucking sorry, Y/N. I will try. Give me a chance. I will try my best to push away all of the insecurities and be there as your husband. A husband that you deserve.”  

You don’t reply but Jimin hears a faint sniffling sound.

“You will give me a chance right?” he pesses on. 

“Well I guess it’s not too late.” You reply, finally smiling at him through tears. 

“Do you even have any idea how I felt when I saw his hands grazing you in places I never did?” Jimin’s breathy voice fans over your mouth as he pounds into you restlessly. His hold on your thigh goes tighter, making his nails dig into your flesh.  

“How did you feel?” you place your question, grabbing Jimin’s shoulder for your dear life. 

“I felt like dragging you off the dancefloor and fucking you on the bartop for everyone to see. Everyone should know you are mine. Right?” he bites on your collarbone and earns a whimper from you. But you don’t provide him with the answer he is looking for. 

He slaps harshly on your naked butt while pressing you more on the glass window of his bedroom. 

“Fuck. yes. Yes! I am yours, only yours. Fuck-” You feel yourself getting closer to a dizzying orgasm. “I’m close.” 

“Me too. Hold on a bit more, baby. Let’s finish together.” Jimin’s hand leaves your thigh alone as it flies towards your cunt. His fingers start abusing your clit and send you over the edge.

“Jimin, I- I can’t-” You pant hard. 

“Cum now.” Jimin commands and you comply. You cum on his cock as he spills his white hotness inside you. 

You two come down from your high connecting your foreheads together. 

“So… Do you still want to divorce me?” Jimin chuckles at your ruined state. 

“Absolutely not.” you reply, pulling him down for a kiss as if to seal your fate together.

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✧˖° Warnings; Virgin reader, force fuck, unprotected sex, 7 year age gap, daddy kink, semi public sex, boob play, fingering, crying, impregnation, forbidden sex, slight ddlg, oral (f), service top tae, impregnation kink , just nasty asf😩

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Taehyung met you on your seventh birthday when he was 12. He took liking into you very fast, the way you were so bubbly and cheerful made him love you. Tae never treated you like you were his little sister, he never called you anything mean, play fought with you or ignored you. He always wanted to be around you no matter what.

He did everything for you and with you making him like the dad you didn't know. He moved into your moms house with his father that didn't really care about you 'because you were too old to think of him as a father'. When you started hitting puberty he felt as if you were his and he needed to protect you, he bought all of your pads and told you about what was happening to you. He showed you how to shave and how to use a pad, he was one educated man and it was just for you.

Once you hit 18 the sexual tension started to build as you would catch him eyeballing your tits and ass as you walked around and how mad he had gotten when you told him about your first boyfriend.

Summer is near, its 90 degrees outside and you had things to do. Your pink sundress that was skin tight and your boobs spilled out of, your peach perfume lingered off your skin and your black shades fell on the bridge of your nose.

You still weren't sure why Tae had still lived with you and mom but he did at his grown age, you wanted to go to a fancy university but tae just gaslit you into going online and giving up on the collage experience but as long as he was happy right?

Small foot steps you didn't hear came up behind you as you dropped your sun glasses, bending down to pick them back up but before you could even grasp them a pair of cold hands run down your semi exposed ass. Chills run up your spine and wetness grows in your pink lacy panties.

"You look so pretty today princess" It was tae, his voice was raspy and you could hear the horniness in his voice as he spoke.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Let me make you feel good doll face, I know how bad you want it" arousal decorated his words. Taes plan wasn't to fuck you without consent but in the most respectful way he knew you were easy and knew you would say yes no matter how much you denied him.

"Cmon princess, I hear you at night and what you do with your little pink bunny."

His fingers moved down as they teased over the wet spot, shivers rolled over you. "Please d-don't" you whimpered as his fingers rubbed over your clit, "Let me be your better bunny. I can give you affection and I can make you feel even better than your other bunny. Please trust me" He pleaded with you and the offer sounded like a million bucks to you.

Soft whimpers left your mouth as he started to rub on your soft bud making the lace underneath you drenched. "I can feel how much you want me, your dripping through these cute little panties"

"Ive n-never done this before" you exhaled with a shaky breath. That's when he knew he won, he knew you gave in to him and now he could have you all to himself. His large hands grasped you and took you over to the couch.

"Im gonna make my little princess feel so good" He promised as he moved his face in between your thighs. He slid the ruined panties down your legs to see the strings of wetness that stuck to your clit and the underwear, "This pretty chubby cunt, so pure and wet for me." Tae groaned before he dug on your swollen clit, his hands held your chubby lips apart as his lips made contact with your clit. Your hands took grasp in the couch fabric as your back arched off the couch making your clit rub on his mouth even more.

"Dose my little princess like the way my tongue licks her cute virgin pussy? Tae groaned in between licks on your clit. "Mhmm, I love it" A high pitched moan escaped from your lips, Sudden shock washes over you as his middle finger slid into your tight pink hole. It sucked his finger in as if you were clenching your walls.

He never felt any pussy like it even the virgin ones hes been in. A burning feeling deep in your pussy every time he entered his finger in, "Take it out please i-it hurtsss!" You exclaimed as you tried to push him away.

"Its gonna feel better soon baby, I just gotta stretch you out if you want my cock, baby doll" His pace fastening as your moans got louder. "Shh, you don't want mommy to hear us do you?" His tongue dived into your hole and lapped up your juices like a man stranded on a desert for months, nails digging at light blond strands as your body contorted all ways anyone could think of. His tongue back to kitty licking on your clit as 2 fingers entered your hole, feeling of your high getting closer made strings of his name and moans escape your mouth. "I-Im gonna p-pee, stoughhh" you almost yelled as your cum flowed out on his fingers and slightly in his mouth. Mr. Bunny got you close and made you feel good but never good enough to make you cum.

Your cum on his fingers made him go wild, he tried his best to not lick it off. He brought his fingers to your mouth. "Lick it princess" he demanded, your tongue swirled around his digits tasting every little drop he gathered. He pulled his fingers out with a groan.

he inched forward with him now hovering over your boobs right before ripping your dress and popping one in his mouth with whimper. Shaky deep breaths leaving as you tried to control your moans, his tongue licked around the bud as his fingers played with the other.

"You taste so funking sweet, my little princess" He praised while taking his jeans off along with his boxers, his big cock sprung up with his pink tip leaking pre-cum all down his base down to his balls. You felt as of you were gonna throw up, you felt like a dirty whore and his cock was massive when you couldn't even take 2 fingers.

His hand takes grip of his cock and strokes it as more beads of pre-cum fall out his now sticky tip, "You gonna be a good girl and take this dick, hmm?" He cooed in a tone that was mocking the way you whined. "Y-yes, please go s-slow", he sat on the couch and placed you on his lap. "Ride this cock like you did mr. Bunny"

He was making you feel dirty and embarrassed and not to mention how nasty you felt about him but your pussy said otherwise as it dripped all over his thighs and the couch. Tae lifted his hips up as he took his cock in his hand, he slapped his length all over your clit making you jerk your body and try to move but his grip on your shoulders forced you down. "J-just put it i-in daddy" Was all you could say as tears rolled down your eyes at how frustrated he was getting you.

The nickname put him in a trance as forced you down onto his dick and started at a brutal pace not caring about the waterfalls of tears and the scream and squeals that bursted from your mouth. "T-take this cock like a g-good girl and stay still. " He groaned out, anyone with that had sex before would know your pussy was good the way he was moaning.

His balls slapping against your ass as he slammed you down on his cock with each thrust. The burn faded away as you started to feel the best feeling ever coming back, "G-gonna fill this little chubby cunt with my f'kin cum". You felt him hitting all the spots you needed to be hit and even the spots you didn't know you had.

"F-feels so g-good daddy...." was flying out your mouth left and right as you felt his cock punching your womb. You feel hot liquid spraying out making you snap out of your high when you realized you squirted all over him, Legs shaking and your walls clenching."Fucking shit" His last words before he slammed you down and shot his load right in your womb.

It had to be the hardest hes came in all his life. You felt full and bloated like a water balloon.

"My nasty little princess has the best pussy ever"

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[brown-bi-beautiful]

Jimin Drabble

Secret Relationship AU

Park Jimin x Reader

Summary - It has been really hard lately to date the love of your life but god forbid you ever even think about stopping loving him.

Word Count: 739.

Warning: suggestive.

Damn this sneaking around thing is so tough. They make it look so easy in those spy movies. They sneak away so easily after killing a whole damn person and here you are having a hard time just sneaking around a security guard who by the way was in no shape to catch you even if you make a run for it. It really was the hardest thing you've ever done and you are not even trying to kill someone, you are just trying to meet your boyfriend.

'i'm on the ground floor.' you sent a quick text to your boyfriend.

'I'm waiting by the elevator. I can't see you.' he sent you back.

'Still trying to figure out how to get past your guards.'

'Come on, ninja your way in like you always do.'

'I'm trying. Wait.'

Fortunately, a couple minutes later the guard dozed off like he always does. You and Jimin have been secretly dating for the past 11 months now. So far only Taehyung and Hoseok knew that too because they walked in on you humping your boyfriend. In their defence they have seen Jimin naked so there wasn't any need to knock.

It's not a secret how big of a taboo an idol dating was, especially if that idol was as famous as bts. Now their company never made them sign anything that forbid them from dating so you weren't doing anything 'not legal' per se but it was still very much a no no from their company.

Jimin usually lived in his own apartment so sneaking around wasn't so hard but since the tour is coming up hybe needed the boys to live in the dorms for a few weeks before they left for a reason you didn't quite understand.

When you finally sneak past the guards using the card Jimin provided you to unlock the doors, you saw your boyfriend like he promised standing by the elevator with a huge smile on his face, you ran up to him and jumped on his arms with a matching one.

"Oh baby I missed you so much." He said as he showered your face with kisses making you giggle.

"I missed you too, Chimmy."

"Hobi hyung is in the security room buying us some time. Let's go quickly." Both of you rushed inside the elevator and he pressed the button to their floor. When you made it to the floor the boys resided on both of you sighed in relief. Thankfully there were no cameras on the floor where the dorms were for the sake of their privacy, which was ironic since they filmed even their vacations; not that you're complaining.

"Shouldn't you text Hobi that we are here?" You asked him as his walked you to his dorm room.

"I'm paying him for this, he can stay there a little more."

As soon as the two of you were in the comfort and privacy of his room his lips planted on yours and kissed you. He walked you to his bed and laid you there without separating your lips.

"I missed you so much, baby. Couldn't wait to see you." You eyes closed themselves at the feeling of hours soft warm full lips against your neck. "I wish you could come with me to the tour."

"I do too." Jimin came up to look into your eyes as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

It was a surprise for Jimin that you could not wait to give him. You were actually going on the tour with him, all thanks to Taehyung, it was his idea and he helped you arrange everything. In his words you really made jimin happy and he could do anything to see his soulmate happy.

"I really wish I could show you off to the world. God knows I want to."

"Hmmm... Let's manifest it. By the way did anyone notice this?" You asked, pressing your finger to the hickey on his neck.

"Sweetheart I'm not allowed to date, doesn't mean I'm banned from having sex. Everybody figured I'm having mind-blowing sex with someone, which is not a lie." He reached forward to bite your nose to make you giggle.

"Maybe... You could have some mind-blowing sex right now." You whispered shyly playing with his collar.

"Of course I'm going to. And I'm not letting you go till you give me at least 5"

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You gave him 6.

[oxzie]

Summary : You we’re having a pretty shitty weekend and your on the verge of breaking up with your boyfriend Jimin. But a little adorable Chimmy comes your way to remind you how much you love him.

Genre: Fluff/ against

Word count: 1567

Warning: Heart break, Fighting, unrequited love

A/N: Pretend that all the BT21 Characters could actually talk and were real

“THATS IT WERE OVER!” You shouted at your boyfriend Jimin.

“Oh come on y/n she was the kisser I was kissing” Jimin pleaded.

“If you really loved me you wouldn’t have kissed her”

You yelled even louder and I’m sure that your neighbors in the next house could hear you both yelling. At that moment your roommate Taehyung walked through the door. This was your moment to escape and breathe for a bit before you were ready to get physical.

“I'm going for a walk and you better be gone by the time I get back”

You stormed out of the bedroom and made a beeline to Tae in with tears threatening to fall. Tae pulled you in for a hug

“Make sure that he doesn’t steal anything” You muffled in his hoodie.

“Ok calm down everything’s going to be ok”

“I’m not going to stop you from walking out of the house because you need to blow off some steam but please don’t get hurt”

“ If you buy anything , go get some ice cream,” Tae recommended. You walked to the front door

“Please don’t do anything stupid I promise I’ll talk to him”

And with that you slammed the door and ran to your car.

You may be wondering what the heck happened… Well, it started 2 hours ago at your brother Jin's birthday party. Where Jimin was walking and someone, obviously drunk, walked up to him and kissed him. Jimin, being himself, knew better and wasn’t enjoying it. First thinking it was you because of how sudden it was but then realized from the way she smelled and the way she kissed was not you. Later he learned that it was a bet. And unfortunately you saw it happen right before your own eyes. Your boyfriend kissing another woman. You never knew it was a bet. All you could think was how tired you were of arguing.

Meanwhile

Chimmy was an orphan who just wanted a home. He strolled through the street looking for a friend, a friend who might just be their for him. To take care of him to make him feel love. Chimmy just wanted love to feel love and cuddles a bunch of cuddles. He was a little dog walking down the street playing his harmonica. He became hungry and went in search of food. Then he saw you through the window looking so beautiful in the ice cream store yet you looked like you cried for hours which you did.

“Hey Hobi”

Hoseok or Hobi as all his friends called him didn’t know anything since he got called in at the last minute for a shift at the ice cream store. It wasn’t the ideal job but it was a side one to make a bit more money. Hobi was Your second best friend in the entire world first being Tae. Little did you know he liked you but he pushed his heart to the side and helped you. He always wished you his but… he didn’t want to lose you.

“ Y/n how are you” he looked up at you and noticed how you were crying.

“Y/n are you ok?“

He dashed around the corner and hugged you. You cried on his shoulder.

“ We fought again “

“Can I tell you about it after your shift?“

“please”

You sobbed as Hobi ran his hands through your hair. Chimmy could feel his heart clenched as he watched you. Ignoring his hunger he jumped for the door handle but was too short to reach it. Hobi scooped you ice cream on the house and sat down.

Finally after jumping for what felt like eternity chimmy made it through the door, ran to your table and jumped into your arms. BT21 characters are rare to see but typically if you see them and they have no interest in you, you leave them alone. Everyone followed this rule; it was like they were magically protected. The way the chimmy looked at you in his eyes was the moment you knew he chose you. You kissed his head and he snuggled closer. A bit dirty though but you could clean him up when you got home. He reminded you of Jimin the way he looked at you the way he made you feel. And chimmy felt like he was home in her arms. You pushed past the thought of Chimmy looking like Jimin when Hobi came back. You explained everything that happened that night, with chimmy in your arms falling asleep.

“So… who is this cutie anyways?”

Chimmy woke right away at the sound of another man’s voice.

“I don’t know”

“You’re a he or she”

“Hi sorry my names Chimmy and it’s he “

Said the little puppy peeking through his bright yellow hoodie

“Also you’re really warm”

“Can I stay a while like this?” He asked wrapped in you arms clinging to you like a koala

“ Also can I be your friend and stay with you ? “ Chimmy pouted and it reminded you of how Jimin always did when he needed or wanted something from you.

“Sure I was looking for a new cuddle buddy” You press a warm kiss to his nose

“Hobi can we get 2 more scoop”

“Sure” Hobi walked away wishing that he could be the one in your arms as you kiss him. But some wishes aren’t supposed to come true.

After you insist on paying Hoseok for the ice cream you give him a hug as well as Chimmy gives him one.

You take the ice cream home to go.

When you get home you're welcomed by a running Tae begging to understand Jimin and what really happend. He has you in a tight hug pulling you as close as possible. He doesn’t notice Chimmy until he feels something soft on your left. A cute puppy appeared looking scared as ever. You noticed that and picked him up. You take it Jimin left.

“Chimmy meet Tae” “ Tae meet Chimmy “

“Well hello there nice to meet you” Tae says

“How about you go take a bath”

“Have you eaten yet ? “ you ask both of them.

“No” they reply simultaneously

“I’ll make ramen and we’ll eat when your done with you bath, I can wash your hoodie”

“Ok “ Chimmy says softly

“I don’t know how to use a shower” Chimmy says looking down

You sigh and look at Tae pleading eyes “ I trust you can you help him please “

He nods and you get to make dinner. The look of Chimmy face as he eats reminds you of how Jimin looked while he eats. Then you head off to bed Chimmy in arms and you drift off to sleep.

The next day you walk up and feed Chimmy you have to go to work. Chimmy begs you to let him come with. After the first day of leaving him alone you see him cry like Jimin would. You comfort him and you note to never leave him alone at home. He promises to behave and though work people look at him gush and he’s not a disturbance.

You get texts from Jimin but you ignore them. Finally after 3 days he gives you a breather. You get calls from your brother begging you to pick up Jimin calls or at least talk to him. Apparently he’s a complete mess without you.

A week passes and you start to miss Jimin and tell Jin that if Jimin wants to talk he’s going to have to do it face to face. You told him that as you look at Chimmy excited this he won another round of uno. Jimin comes over an hour later, while you're enjoying your time with Chimmy playing board games you haven’t had this much fun since the start of your relationship. Tae went out with Hobi for a guys night.

*knock knock on

You open it to a man with a bruise eye probably from Jin. Unwashed hair eyes that are red from crying. Has he not been eating? You think to yourself.

“Hey” he says and you reply by opening the door.

Chimmy comes running over to you and you scoop him up. If anything goes wrong you still have Chimmy.

“You have 5 minutes to explain, “ you say coldly as you shut the door . Chimmy looks at you scared. He’s never seen this side of you.

“Who’s he?” Chimmy breaks the silence

“He’s the one who better get explaining”

“Hey look I’m sorry…”

After a heartfelt apology * Cough Cough the author is to lazy to do that * and hearing him out you understand that it was just a misunderstanding.

Jimin has you in a hug ignoring Chimmy . Chimmy feelings alone in the back since he doesn’t know how to share love yet walks away as you kiss Jimin sweetly.

“I love you” Jimin says

“I love you more” You reply

Your relationship is saved thanks to Chimmy reminding you of why you fell forJimin every second. Now you have to go find Chimmy and introduce him the proper way. You find Chimmy almost escaping through the window.

“Chimmy wait” you yell

“I’m leaving you don’t need me anymore” he says teary eyed

You look at him and say

“But I love you your part of the family we need you”

Chimmy climbs out of the window and runs into your arms. He loves you like Jimin does. As Jimin back hugs you and you all have a group hug.

A/n Welp that’s it I think I’ll write a second part of where Chimmy and Jimin compete for y/n heart. While Hobi finds love elsewhere as a comedy. Thank you to @jjkeverlast (also for making the banner much appreciated💕) &@kookiecrumb for helping me and supporting me thought my first fic.

[sopebubbles]

Always my baby boy

Requested by my beastie so of course I HAD to do it bc she's amazing. And if she wants angst and fluff then that's what she'll get. This is set during Jimin's first year of college as part of The Pact AU

Fair warning I did cry while writing this and reading this, but then again I cry at everything.

"What, Jimin?" Jeongguk answered the phone gruffly.

"What's the matter? Why are you upset that I'm with Taehyung?" If there was one thing Jimin couldn't stand it was to let problems fester.

"I'm not. I told you to go hang out with him!" Guk nearly yelled.

"And I will, because I don't need your permission, but first I want to know why you're so upset. And don't tell me you're not because I know you better than anyone."

Jeongguk sat on the edge of his bed and grumbled into the phone. "I'm not upset, Chimmy. I just think you spend an awful lot of time with him."

"Well, he's the best friend I've made since I've been here and he hangs out with Jin hyung and Yn noona a lot, too, so yeah I guess we do." Jimin shrugged, not understanding the big deal. He already knew Guk was jealous, but he wasn't willing to give any credibility to do.

"He's your best friend now? I thought I was your best friend!" The younger boy was holding back angry tears now, trying but failing to keep them out of his voice. The unmistakable sound took Jimin aback.

"Baby, that's not what I said. He's the best friend I've made at college, but you're still my best best friend. My boyfriend. Nothing will change that." Jimin fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "I think you'll really like Taehyung! He reminds me a lot of you actually. That's probably why I like hanging out with him so much. You guys probably have more in common then we do."

"Oh, so you're just going to replace me with him?" Jeongguk scoffed.

"What? Gukkie, are you even listening to me? No one could ever replace you for me." Jimin shook his head emphatically, not caring that the other boy couldn't see him.

"Whatever. I fucking knew this would happen. I knew you'd go to college and forget all about me, your dumb high school boyfriend."

"Gukkie, I don't know why you would ever think that. I don't think that at all. I could never forget about you."

"I can tell you're into him." Jeongguk's tone was harsh, acidic.

Jimin couldn't help but scoff at the assertion. "Oh my god, I am not into Taehyung."

"Ouch," Jeongguk could hear Taehyung's voice through the phone.

"He's there with you?!" Jeongguk demanded.

"Um, yes," Jimin admitted, feeling weak at the tone of his voice. He grabbed the nearest pillow and beat Tae with it until the taller boy left the room. "But I swear there's no attraction between me and Tae. He's not even gay," Jimin tried to laugh it off, but that was exactly the wrong thing to say.

"Oh but if he were you'd be all over him, right?"

"Fuck, no, Guk. I promise. We're just friends. I would never do that to you. I'm so in love with you." Jimin was on the verge of tears at the mere notion that Jeongguk thought he would ever be unfaithful.

"Yeah, that's what my sister thought about Yoongi, and look what happened to her."

Jimin's face hardened, his sorrow replaced with anger. He'd spent the last three weeks watching you go through the most gut wrenching heartache, unsure if you were going to pull yourself through to the other side.

"Don't you fucking dare compare me to that asshole, Min Yoongi. If you even think that I could do anything like that then you don't know me at all." Tears of anger slipped from the corners of his eyes while he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Maybe I don't know you," Jeongguk spat back, but the words felt wrong coming out of his mouth. He and Jimin had told each other so many things they would never tell anyone else. Still, Jeongguk wouldn't backtrack. "Maybe I'm done with you."

"Gukkie, what the fuck?" Jimin choked out.

"Bye. Have fun with Tae."

"Baby, wait. No-" Jimin cried harder, but the line when dead, leaving the broken boy sitting on the edge of his bed, tears streaming down his face in rivers until Tae returned, drawn in by the sound of his sobs.

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Jeongguk was laying on his back on his bed, tossing a baseball above his face, catching it just before it could hit him on each descent, when he heard a tapping at his window. It was already night time. It'd been nearly 24 hours since he last talk to Jimin. Nearly a full day of stubbornly refusing to respond to his messages or return his calls. It wasn't that Jeongguk didn't want to talk to him, or that he didn't want desperately to be with Jimin. It was just that. He was desperate for Jimin and his fear of losing him drove him to create wild scenarios in his mind of all the ways he could lose the love of his life. At least if Guk ended things now the dreadful thoughts would end.

It wasn't Jimin's fault and he knew that, too. The older boy had done nothing but make time for him, called him every night, texted through out the day. He'd paid for a train ticket so that Guk could come to see him in Seoul under the guise of coming to visit his sister. But the dramatic ending of your relationship with Yoongi had Jeongguk wondering if you could really believe in the people who said they loved you.

Guk narrowly avoided the baseball hitting his face as he shot up to see what or who was knocking at his window so late, his heart racing until he saw Jimin's face shining through the darkness. Or at least it would shine, if Jimin didn't look so utterly miserable. Guk raised the sticky window with a little effort, not having opened it in some time.

"Chim, what are you doing here?" Guk mumbled, looking at the window sill instead of his (ex?) boyfriend.

"You wouldn't answer me."

"Don't you have class tomorrow?" Guk wondered, his fingers walking along the window sill, his digits-- with a mind of their own-- wanting to reach for the older boy's collar and pull him through the window.

"Yes. Can you let me in? I don't want my parents to see me here or they'll kill me." Jimin flaked a half smile, but it did nothing to diminish the obvious sadness in his eyes. Jeongguk took a step back and let him crawl through the open frame. Once he was finally in the room, standing face to face with his love, it took every ounce of Jimin's self control not to pull the boy into his arms.

"Jimin, why did you come all the way here?" Guk still struggled to meet his eyes, knowing he would want to melt into them.

"Because, Gukkie, I need to talk to you. There's some kind of misunderstanding between us. And I can't let another second go by letting you think that I don't love you and only you, or that I won't always do so." Jimin took a step closer to the boy so he could reach out for his hand and hold it tightly in his own. "I'm never going to forget about you or leave you behind. I know that's hard to believe when we're apart, but I believe it. I think about you all the time. I want you all the time. And I don't worry about the time we spend apart because I know we're going to have the rest of our lives together."

Jeongguk turned his tear-filled eyes on Jimin, who looked back on him with sheer adoration, and he couldn't resist any longer. He couldn't stand one more second without the love of his life in his arms, so he yanked on Jimin's hand and pulled him into a tight hug.

"I miss you so much," Guk cried into his lover's neck.

"I miss you too, baby." Jimin rubbed his back firmly. "I hate being away from you, but it will be okay. We'll be together eventually as long as you don't let me go."

Jeongguk pulled back to look at Jimin's face and sniffed. "There's really nothing between you and Taehyung?"

Jimin shook his head with a small smile and took Jeongguk's face in his hands. "Nothing at all. I've never looked at him that way and I know for sure he'd never look at me that way. He's just someone in my life. You're the center of my world, baby."

Guk sniffed again and gave a little smile before he pulled Jimin close and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "I'm sorry I accused you and compared you to Yoongi. I guess the whole thing with them got me really on edge because noona was so happy and she never saw it coming. So I just feel like...I never know what could happen."

Jimin pulled Jeongguk in again, arms wrapped tightly around his waist and head resting on his shoulder. "You don't have to worry about that with me. You can depend on me. I'd never hurt you, Gukkie." They stood silently holding each other for a minute before Jimin spoke again. "Can I stay with you tonight? I don't know how I'd explain coming here to my parents without them getting mad and I didn't even bring a change of clothes." Jimin chuckled at how wrecklessly he had come. Guk nodded and released him just to pull him to the bed where Jimin nestled into his side, entwining their legs together.

"How did you even get here?" Guk wondered.

"I went to Yn noona and told her you broke up with me and I needed to fix it. She gave me money for the train and told me to make her believe in love again." Jimin giggled, even though the sight of you had been pitiful. "She's not good, Guk. She sent money for you to come visit her this weekend." Jimin pulled and envelop out of his pocket and handed out over. "She said she needed to see her baby boy."

Guk took the envelop and rolled his eyes. "I'm not a baby boy," he grumbled.

"She said you'd say that. She said you'll always be her baby boy." Jimin hid his smile in Jeongguk's neck, pressing his soft lips to his warm skin. "You'll always be my baby boy, too."

Guk couldn't help his own smile and tightened his arms around his boyfriend. "That one I'm okay with."

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[your-daily-biaswrecking]

You have to be quiet

pairing: Jimin x female reader (guest star Hoseok)

genre: smut, established relationship au

word count: 3.7k  | reading time: 20 min

summary:  After all the boys have gone to sleep and your boyfriend is acting very needy, you decide to sleep over with the condition that you won’t have sex. Since Hoseok is sleeping in the same room. But honestly, that’s not going to stop Jimin…

warnings: dom!Jimin, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, they’re fucking next to a sleeping Hoseok yall, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex (stay safe guys), creampie, dirty talk, name-calling, explicit language, marking, slight gagging (with his hand), vocal sex but they’re trying to be quiet, just porn with slight plot

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Jimin had insisted you watched a movie together, even though work and dinner had taken too long and it was already past 11 when you started it. All the boys had gone to sleep and even your eyes seemed to be blinking too slowly from fatigue near the end. But your boyfriend didn’t seem to share your sleepiness. You were cuddled up to his side and his left hand had somehow found its way on your left breast, under your shirt, massaging you slowly.

“They’re all asleep, baby,” Jimin answered as if he had read your mind when you glanced over your shoulder.

“Doesn’t mean we can do this here,” you murmured. But you didn’t exactly stop him, he wasn’t doing anything too dangerous. Until his right hand started traveling up your thigh. “Just pay attention to the movie, Jimin,” you mumbled and held his hand, intertwining your fingers.

“Yes, ma'am,” he teased you with a smile. His eyes were back on the screen, maybe for three whole minutes, before he started kissing down your neck. His hot breath made you whimper, giving him the consent to continue when in reality your anxiety was spiking.

“Jimin,” you meant to groan his name, but it didn’t come out exactly like that. He stopped momentarily and looked you in the eyes. His were wide and dark, his lips slightly parted, his eyebrows raised in anticipation of your next complaint with smugness. But you couldn’t complain. You never could, not when he gave you that look. So you just sighed, biting your lip and kept on watching the movie. Letting his hands travel all over your body like a little kid who had been granted access to the cookie jar. He seemed so excited, maybe a little too excited to be groping you as if you were made of dough, in a room where anyone could walk in.

Towards the end of the movie, and since no other member had interrupted you yet, you gave into his antics and kissed him back. Jimin all but devoured your lips when they touched his. He quickly pulled you over him so you could straddle his lap, the movie long forgotten, his hands slipping under your shirt to touch your bare, hot skin. You were hesitant, opening your eyes now and then to make sure you were still alone, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. The end credits started rolling behind you and you were bold enough to move closer, flashing yourself on Jimin’s body. He moaned into your mouth right when you felt his hard cock pushing on your crotch through his clothes. You had realized he was needy the whole time, but you hadn’t realized exactly how excited he’d gotten himself.

You pushed back to look at him. His full lips looked fuller, red and glistening, his hair slightly messy but you hadn’t even noticed when you had dipped your fingers in it. And he looked up at you in the way you recognized very well; the way he looks at you when he’s turned on beyond repair.

“The movie is over… we should go to sleep,” you whispered cautiously. Here you had your boyfriend fucking you with just his eyes and you were unsure of how to act.

“Yeah… yeah, we should,” he quickly replied, his face beaming with a bright smile. Which is when it hit you that you two meant “sleep” in different ways.

“Okay… maybe I should go home then?”

His smile had never turned into a frown so quickly. “What? No! Why would you leave now?”

“What, you want me to sleep here?” you asked looking around you. You had nothing against the boys’ dorm; in fact, you spent most of your shared time there. It was just that when it came to actual sleeping, your boyfriend and you both preferred the more private setting of your apartment. Plus, you knew exactly what he was up to, and you couldn’t exactly do that here since he shared a room with Hoseok.

“Yes, obviously,” he whined, clutching onto you tighter. “It’s like 1 am, baby, I can’t let you go alone this late.”

You pressed your lips into a pout. “Then come with me?” To drive your point home, you ground down on his erection gently. Make it harder for him to say no. But he held your hips.

“Babe, let’s just sleep here, okay? It’s too late to go to your place. Hobi hyung is not going to have any problem with you staying over, I promise.” To drive his point home, he buried his face in your bust and started planting kisses on your neckline and the swell of your breasts.

Your pout intensified. “And we’ll just sleep?”

Jimin gave you a half-smirk. “Of course,” he mumbled and helped both of you get up.

You held him back before he could sprint to his room. “Just sleep?” He looked at you without replying right away. “We can’t do anything with Hoseok in the room, Jimin. You know I can’t do that.” You knew it was almost insane of you to be asking him that when he was already so hard and ready. To be honest, you weren’t sure even if you would be able to keep your hands to yourself. But you couldn’t exactly let it happen that easily.

To your surprise, Jimin gave you a soft, reassuring smile. “Don’t worry babe. I just want to cuddle you,” he said lovingly. You almost fell for it, you would have, if his hard-on wasn’t still so visible through his sweatpants.

Maybe you connived. You let yourself be guided to his room, where he opened the door as quietly as he could, to reveal a dark space filled only by Hoseok’s light snores. Jimin sat on his bed and looked at you with a suspiciously innocent smile. You stood before him, your eyes going back and forth from your boyfriend to the other member’s back that slowly rose and fell at the other side of the room. He seemed to be sleeping very deeply, not even slightly aware of your arrival. That calmed you down a bit.

“Will you give me some pajamas?” you whispered.

Jimin nodded and got up. You kept your stare on Hoseok’s sleeping form, almost paranoid that he could hear everything, even when there was nothing to hear. But Jimin didn’t seem too concerned. He opened his drawers with no caution not to be too loud, selecting his favorite Chimmy pajamas and bringing them to his bed. He kept a protective hand over them as if he didn’t want to let you have them, even when you reached for them.

“Well, take off your clothes, then.” He spoke lowly but didn’t whisper. It made you cower and immediately make sure he hadn’t woken up his hyung. But he never looked back. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge that his friend was in his bed only a few meters away from them. Jimin kept his fierce gaze on you, his hand coming up to rub his bottom lip like he was expecting a show out of your undressing.

You pressed your lips together as well as your thighs. Hoseok or not, Jimin looked so hot when he was acting like that. But somebody had to be the voice of reason, so you looked away pretending to be unaffected, and pulled your shirt off. Your skin was so hot it felt like you released a heatwave with you freeing it. Checking the two men in the room, neither had changed positions at all. You moved your hands behind your back and undid your bra, letting it fall on the floor. Then you stretched out your hand. You weren’t going to continue until you had the top of the pajama on. You thought.

Jimin got up, his fingers carefully touching over your tummy and your love handles. He squeezed you and brought you closer to his body. You hid like that, behind his slightly bigger than yours frame, and let him kiss you. His kiss was more gentle than before, slower, but deeper. His tongue brushed against yours and you felt your stomach flip, pressing yourself closer to him. You enjoyed this dangerous, almost illicit kiss from your boyfriend more than you expected, or cared to admit. He released your lips only to latch onto your neck, and you let out a gasp, for which you immediately scolded yourself mentally. You needed to keep quiet, yet Jimin was doing anything but that, sucking on your neck with lustful, wet noises filling the room. You had your eyes fixed on the man sleeping and it felt foreign, how another man was kissing you, and another in your head.

“Jimin,” you moaned lightly, almost as if to remind yourself who was marking you. He hummed in response. “Pa-pajamas,” you whispered, like a fool, still believing he would let you get dressed.

“Yeah, yeah…” he murmured, but instead of letting go of you, he moved his mouth lower. Left open-mouthed kisses all along your collarbone as his hands both moved to wrap around one of your breasts each, squeezing them with fervor. His tongue sprung out and licked a long stripe at the center of your chest. You wrapped your fingers in his hair and pulled, trying to get him off you, which only made him hornier. He growled and bit down on your right breast, making you gasp again. He held you forcefully now, almost painfully, leaving no chance to escape, as his mouth attacked your right nipple.

“Ji-Jimin…” you moaned. You felt his tongue lap at you like a dog drinking water, his teeth grazing your sensitive bud and sucking as if he was trying to make you leak. He always loved playing with your boobs, but he had never been so aggressive about it. Your hold on him got tighter. He let you go finally, but only to move to the other nipple, copying his assault exactly. You bit your lip trying to keep quiet, while your eyes checked on Hoseok once again. You could no longer hear his breathing due to Jimin munching on you so sloppily, but you trusted he hadn’t woken up yet. You felt your cheeks burn at the thought of what would happen if he did, turned around to find you shirtless and a Jimin clasped onto you for dear life.

“Jimin we shouldn't…” you mumbled again. He surprisingly stopped, and for a moment you thought he would agree with you as he looked up into your eyes. But the little heathen just smirked and lowered to his knees.

“I’m not doing anything…” he said to vex you. And very casually unbuttoned your pants, eyes still on you.

You took a step back, contemplated what to do next before you pulled your pants down and threw them away. But you didn’t do it for him. No, you stayed just out of reach, frowning down at him. He was becoming insufferable. Jimin stayed there, on his knees, waiting for you to give in. He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips, his smirk never leaving his face. What a tease.

“How can you be so cool about this?” you bowed your head and whispered at him angrily. “Hoseok is right. There.”

It was like he didn’t hear a thing. He never looked back, he never wavered. No, he just grabbed your wrist before you could lean back away and pulled you closer. Close enough to wrap both arms around your thighs and smile up at you, bragging for his victory.

“Jimin! No, let me get dressed,” you pleaded, your voice cracking, almost getting a little too loud. You put your hands on his shoulders, pushing yourself back and away from him, but his grip was too strong. He chuckled.

“Babe, come on…” he said loudly enough for you too frantically shush him. Your head raised to check on Hoseok, but he still hadn’t moved at all. When you looked back down, Jimin had let his long tongue snake out between his swollen lips in search of your clothed center that was right in front of him. You gulped at the sight. He didn’t say anything else, he didn’t plead, not with words at least. But he did look up at you, his tongue stretched out and inching closer with every passing moment until you could feel his hot breath hitting your panties.

“S-shit…” you cursed, sucking in a breath the moment the tip of his tongue touched you. And you caved. You buried your fingernails in his shoulders as he managed to get close enough to push the whole surface of his tongue on you. And you whimpered. Your lace panties did very little in covering you up, instead making the friction even worse, as Jimin french kissed your cunt over them. When he’d gotten them too wet -or maybe that was on you- he pushed the fabric to the side and licked your naked clit.

“Ah!” you called, immediately putting a hand over your mouth to silence yourself.

“Shh, baby, you have to keep quiet,” Jimin dared to mock. Right before he unceremoniously pushed your panties completely off of you. He tapped on the side of your knees. “Open,” he commanded, and you wasted no time.

His mouth was back on you immediately, sucking you and making wet, loud noises that you barely cared about anymore. He bit and suckled on your clit, then teased your entrance. His plump lips ate up your sides before you felt his tongue slip inside you. You cursed under your breath. But just as you put your hands behind his head to push him closer, he moved away. Jimin sucked at your inner thigh until he left a hickey, and you were just trying your best not to make any noises. But even if you didn’t, your short breaths were loud enough. Your eyes had rolled to the back of your head and all you cared about was getting to your high as Jimin started giving your clit some kitten licks.

After he squeezed your thighs a couple of times, he moved his hand to your pussy. Without stopping one bit, and with no warning, you felt two of his fingers push right inside of you.

“Ah- fuck!” you cried and it very clearly echoed to the end of the room.

Suddenly, you opened your eyes wide, almost having just remembered you weren’t alone. And Hoseok was still there, facing away. But you couldn’t hear his light snoring.

Jimin didn’t seem to get what was happening right away, as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, angling them to hit that soft spot inside you, while he vigorously sucked on your clit. It felt so good, it almost made you say fuck it and let him keep going. A moan left your mouth, then a growl, and then you were pulling Jimin’s hair so hard you managed to break him off of you.

“Ah- Ji-” you started very quietly, but froze when you saw from the corner of your eyes Hoseok moving. Your mouth hung open and you just stared at Jimin with a pale face, who was looking at you confused. All you heard was a sigh. Jimin’s eyes flew to the side, as if he had finally acknowledged the other man’s presence, but was still not interested enough to look back. You, on the other hand, couldn’t feel your legs. You stayed there, not moving, not breathing, as if that way he wouldn’t see you. And you waited for something, anything.

But there was silence. You gulped and dared to turn your look towards Hoseok’s side. He had turned around and was facing you. His face right into your direction. Like he was staring at you. But it was too dark to be able to see his face. You couldn’t understand, you couldn’t see if his eyes were open or closed. Your heart was banging and it was the only thing you could hear as you were waiting for Hoseok to say something. And if he didn’t any time soon, you’d probably faint since you hadn’t breathed at all.

But then you heard his slight snoring. The relief that washed over you made your legs completely give out. Jimin held you as you fell in his arms, barely not sobbing. Hoseok’s snoring quickly went back to being frequent and loud, an indication he had never woken up but was simply turning in his sleep. And all of a sudden, all the anxiety turned into something else, and you almost laughed. Instead, you grabbed your boyfriend and you kissed him passionately. Like this was your last chance to.

“Shit- baby…” Jimin growled under his breath, already undressing. “Get in the bed,” he ordered and you were happily under the covers in a split second. And the moment he got in with you, you felt safe for the first time that night. Those covers shielded you and protected you. And he was there with you.

Jimin didn’t waste any time before kissing you again, his hand traveling to your pussy to rub quick circles on your clit. You moaned boldly. Grabbed his forearm to push him closer and bit down on his lip hungrily. Beforehand, you worried about waking Hoseok up. Now there was only one thing in your mind.

“Fuck, Jimin, I want you inside me…” you whined and he mimicked you, dipping one finger inside of you real quick to check if you were still wet. And you were, a lot.

“Look how wet you are…” he murmured, taking out his finger in a harsh way that allowed him to collect your juices. And he smeared them all on his dick as he pumped himself lazily a couple of times. “You be quiet, right love? You can be quiet for me?” He asked as he positioned himself at your entrance. He rubbed the head of his dick on you a couple of times before you slapped his arms.

“Don’t tease, Jimin!”

And he didn’t. Pushed into you nice and slow, until he bottomed out. Your chest vibrated with a long breath you let out when you finally felt full, complete, as if Jimin’s dick was the only thing you needed this whole time to calm you down. He leaned down and kissed you as he started moving. He didn’t move too fast, nor too hard, yet every touch felt like it set you on fire, already so frustrated from being so close to your climax but missing it. You had your mouth wide open while Jimin held the top of your head and stared into your eyes which couldn’t focus on him. He was so content just to see that face of utter bliss you were making just by feeling him inside you. A little bit smug, too.

“Look at you. You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” Jimin whispered in your ear. “Letting me fuck you even when Hoseok is sleeping right next to us.” You moaned, whined a complaint of some sort, silence being very hard to achieve while Jimin was picking up his pace. “Yeah, I bet you liked almost being caught, didn’t you?” he taunted, biting the skin right under your ear.

“Ah, sh-…” you gasped, your hips rising involuntarily to meet his thrusts.

Jimin pushed you down again, then grabbed your jaw with his other hand and forced you to look at him. “I told you to be quiet, love. You don’t wanna wake him up, do you?” With his last words, he thrust particularly hard to get a definite reaction from you. Which he did, as you chocked out a moan again, your eyes shutting and your nails digging at his back. “Do you?” he repeated. “Is that what you really what, hm? Is that why you keep moaning like a whore, so that he can hear you?”

You desperately shook your head, biting your lip to stop any more sounds from coming out. Jimin halted his assault so that he could grab your legs and raise them over both his shoulders. Before you could even adjust to the new position, he forced himself deep inside you, hitting your cervix. Which made you scream.

“Shh- fuck-” Jimin growled and suddenly covered your mouth with his hand. It only took the stress of keeping quiet off of you; now you could moan with every thrust. And you did, your voice coming muffled through his fingers, more and more high pitched the closer you got to your high. “Shh, shit- what- You wanna wake up the whole house?” Jimin snarled, taking off his hand and replacing it with his mouth. Probably to silence himself more than you, as he was getting close too.

You desperately pushed your tongue deep as he did the same, almost gagging on your kiss. You heard him moan into your kiss and felt his thrust getting sloppier, so you reached down to rub your clit. Jimin suddenly pulled back, releasing your mouth but covering it up again with his right hand. His left one moved down and intertwined with yours on your clit, doubling the effort and making you go twice as fast.

“Come for me, baby. But not too loudly, yeah? Only I want to hear your pretty moans. They’re mine, yeah?”

And right then, you were spasming so hard your knees hit your chest, your head was thrown back, your neck straining with an effort not to scream, while your hips met Jimin’s last thrust as he came inside you. You were still spasming and riding your high when he pulled your face down and devoured your mouth.

You had a tiny memory gap, the next thing you remember is Jimin peppering kisses all over your face and smiling at you gently while stroking your hair. You smiled back at him, trying to catch your breath.

“You okay, baby?” he asked gently.

You kissed him. “I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too. So much.”

He rested his forehead on yours, caressing you for a little while longer, and you started playing with the back of his hair too. He looked so pretty, you thought, sweaty and flustered like that. You closed your eyes to fully enjoy this perfect moment, where you only felt happiness and fulfillment until somebody ruined it completely.

“So, are you two done?”

[lust-for-imagines]

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Seokjin

Seokjin opened the apartment door and was met with silence. He promised you he’d get home earlier today, but as always lately, he couldn’t make it. He kicked his shoes off and dragged his tired body to the bedroom, not even bothering to change or shower. He could barely see you from the bed: you were all cozied between a pile of pillows and blankets, hugging a small, white plushie. He got closer to see you were actually sleeping with his RJ. You opened your eyes when you felt the bed sinking under him. “Does RJ give better cuddles than me?” “No, but he doesn’t arrive home late. Plus, he smells like you.” “I’m sorry, Y/N. This was the last time. How can I make it up to you?” “Dress up as RJ and cuddle me.”

Yoongi

After dating for almost a year, you gave Yoongi the keys to your apartment, so he could make a copy for himself. You hadn’t given it much thought, just throwing it in his bag before leaving for the day. A few hours later, you got a text from your boyfriend, with a picture attached: “Which one is for the front door? btw nice Shooky keychain ;)” Your face got red instantly. How could you forget? You had hidden most of your Shooky merch before you guys got serious, so he wouldn’t think you’re crazy. Another text popped up, less than a minute after: “I know you’re probably stressing over this. Don’t – I think it’s adorable.” Needless to say, you got all your Shookys back up that same day.

Hoseok

Hoseok had never visited your apartment before, so you tried to hide anything too weird or embarrassing before he came. You seemed to forget, however, the most important one: a speaker shaped like Mang – where you mostly blasted Hope World - that you kept in the living room. As if trained, that was the first thing he set his eyes on: “Oh my God! What is Mang doing here?” You quickly rushed to get it, blushing as you did so. “I know we’re dating Y/N, but I never thought I’d be your bias.” He joked, taking the speaker from your hands and putting it back in its place. “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s cute to show how much you love me.”

Namjoon

You were ready for bed when you got a Facetime call from your boyfriend Namjoon. You tried your best to cover your pajamas with a blanket before answering. Everything went smoothly: you talked about your day and gushed about how much you missed each other. You were getting tired and let your body slouch on the bed, bringing the phone closer to your face. “Y/N?” “What’s wrong, Joonie?” “Are you wearing Koya pajamas?” “Hum… If I said ‘no’, would you believe me?” “Not at all baby… we both know you’re a bad liar. But it’s okay – I also sleep with Koya pajamas.” He leaned the camera down, to show you were both matching.

Jimin

You were in the practice room with Jimin, and the new song he was choreographing was so exciting you couldn’t help but dance as well. The day was really cold, so you were sure you wouldn’t need to take off your hoodie, but after a long dance session, you were dripping with sweat and it was starting to get uncomfortable. Without giving it much thought, you slipped it past your head, throwing it next to your bag afterwards. Before you could even look at yourself in the mirror, you heard your boyfriend yelling: “CHIMMY!” You looked down to realize you were wearing a yellow shirt with Chimmy’s face right in the middle. You rushed to get your hoodie, but Jimin was faster and hugged you by your waist. “I know we’re both sweaty, but I couldn’t resist how cute you look – even cuter than Chimmy.”

Taehyung

The rain was far too strong outside – Taehyung couldn’t leave in weather like this. You suggested him to sleep over; since you’d been dating for a while and had slept in the same bed before, it wouldn’t be an issue. You both got ready for bed and were ready to sleep, but your boyfriend seemed too fidgety. “Y/N?” “Yes, Tae? Is everything alright?” “Do you have another pillow? I sleep better if I cuddle one.” “Are you seriously ditching my cuddles for a pillow?” You laughed at him. “There’s another pillow under the bed, if you want.” He dipped his head, but what he brought up wasn’t a white pillow. Instead, it was a red cushion shaped like Tata’s face. “You’re so mean! What is Tata doing thrown under the bed?” He smiled, throwing the cushion at you.

Jungkook

Jungkook was washing his face in your bathroom, and by the sound of it, he was completely lost. “The moisturizer is in the first drawer! Make sure to use it.”, you said from the bedroom. Still, you could hear him open different doors and it was driving you crazy. You entered the bathroom to help him, and was met with him looking like a deer caught in the headlights. His fluffy, dark hair was pushed back, held by a hairband – more specifically, your pink Cooky hairband that you used for skincare, and really didn’t want your boyfriend to find out. “Y/N! I’m sorry!” “I’m the one who’s sorry! You weren’t supposed to see this” You hid your face in your hands. "You know, it's okay for you to have a Cooky for when you're missing your Kookie." He joked, before kissing you.

[gustingirl]

i was tagged by @gayforpinks and @recurring-despondency ily both thank youuu

💌 - what day is ur bday??

april 3rd!!

💌 - what’s ur fav colour??

blue always, and lately it's green too

💌 - whats ur lucky number??

8 and 3. idk why 8 tbh but 3 is for my bday

💌 - do u have any pets??

a sweet poodle and an cranky chihuahua hehe

💌 - how tall r u??

i don’t understand how feet works tbh but, in cm, i'm around 165cm

💌 - how many pairs of shoes do u own??

many....many but i always use the same three lol

💌 - favourite song??

it changes literally every day, right now it's gato malo by karol g ft nathy peluso

💌 - favourite movie??

i’m a huge fan of el secreto de sus ojos (2009) and parasite (2019)

💌 - what would be ur ideal partner??

let me tell u smth, i’m really open, like seriously i can’t think of specific treats my partner has to have. all i care and need is loyalty, honesty and communication. i do all my relationships based on those three

💌 - do u want children??

yes and many. i’m not a huge fan of marriage i must admit but i do want children, minimum two

💌 - have u gotten in trouble w the law??

the law has trouble with me (i have never stepped a foot inside a police station)

💌 - favourite swear word??

ANY argentinian swear word, any literally. english swear words are weak as fuck next to argentinian swear words (mi favorito es la reputisima madre que te re mil parió hijo de puta)

💌 - bath or shower??

i prefer baths but i don’t have a bathtub :(

💌 - what colour socks r u wearing rn??

they're brown and beige and have like fur inside (it's not fur the word i’m looking for but i don’t know what material it is)

💌 - fav type of music??

i have a preference on rock, but i live by the cliche of "i listen to a bit of everything" i swear i don’t listen based on anything but the feeling i have inside my brain when i listen to a song

💌 - how many pillows do u sleep with??

two, one for the head and one to hug (plus chimmy)

💌 - what position do u sleep in??

on my sides and i must sleep in fetal position cuz my neck hurts like a bitch every morning

💌 - what u dont like when ur asleep??

lights, i hate having lights on. i used to suffer at sleepovers w one of my bff bc she needs to sleep with lights on and i hate it

💌 - what do u have for breakfast??

lately it's just coffee with milk, i can’t eat in the morning (not at the time i when i wake up at least and i have lunch early)

💌 - have u ever tried archery??

i know i did it once when i was like 7 but i don’t remember shit

💌 - fav fruit??

i’m team peaches and oranges

💌 - do u have any scars??

on my knee from one time i like fell on my knees on granite floor (idk if i have any other)

💌 - r u a good liar??

yes HAHAHAH like i know i am but like....chamuyo bastante, es eso mas que nada xdd

💌 - whats ur fav type of girl??

@gayforpinks (idk i keep the previous answer ;) )

💌 - innie or outtie??

you deserve jail for this question, mf

💌 - left or right handed??

right handed, my left hand is dumb af

💌 - fav food??

empanadas, of meat if i may choose

💌 - r u a messy or a clean person??

somewhere in the middle?

💌 - most used phrase??

"bien ahi" idek why i say that

💌 - how long does it take for u to get ready??

depending, if i have to go i can get ready in 10 minutes but if i can do it in any speed i can take until an hour

💌 - do u talk to urself??

obviously, i’m my own best friend at this rate

💌 - do u sing to urself??

more than i should

💌 - r u a good singer??

not even one bit, idek if i’m tone deaf

💌 - biggest fear??

if we make it deep and sad, failure. if we talk about any fear, then the ocean

💌 - r u a gossip??

yes. a lot. like waaay too much.

💌 - do u like long hair or short hair??

short hair to death, i wish i could cut mine shorter but i feel it wont suit my face shape

💌 - fav school subject??

i used to love history and psychology

💌 - introvert or extrovert??

introvert, it's so obvious

💌 - what makes u nervous??

public speaking (tho i lowkey enjoy doing it), handing in projects or exams and meeting new ppl

💌 - who was ur first crush??

a boy i crushed for like 7 years and the other day i suddenly dreamt with him ew

💌 - how many piercings do u have??

none but i wanna get my ears pierced again (the hole closed)

💌 - how fast can u run??

not fast enough, for sure

💌 - what colour is ur hair??

natural blonde (yes, bully me idc)

💌 - what colour r ur eyes??

greenish

💌 - what makes u angry??

injusticies, discrimination and normalized micro agressions, ppl who mind other ppl's business, shippers of real life people, ppl who like assuming stuff about celebrities and ppl who degrade others to feel better with themselves (and the list goes on tbh)

💌 - do u like ur own name??

i used to hate it but now i love it, especially when ppl make unique nicknames out of it

💌 - do u want a boy or a girl as a child??

both tho obviously as a girl i would love to have my own princess

💌 - what r ur strengths??

i’m a good listener and very very loyal, i’m also really straightforward and honest. also not to brag but my brain is probably my biggest strength

💌 - what r ur weaknesses??

insecurity, anxiety, overthinking. mostly all those and combined

💌 - whats the colour of ur bedspread??

i have two sets of the same sheets but different color: blue and baby pink

💌 - colour of ur room??

one wall is red the others are beige(?) idk if that's the color tbh

now this was more of an interrogation lmao

tagging @trashlord-007 @agustdream @foxpuppylove @ohnoimlost @sheakastilllovesjungjihoon and @lovetrivia

[youarejesting]

Electronic Tonic

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Pairing: Robot!Jimin x Reader

Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, Implied Smut

Summary: You had a robot since you were in your late teens, upgrading his systems ever since you had a job. Now you run your own bar, while you make the drinks he serves. However, it seems some patrons can’t resist his charm and handsome features. After an incident that sends a shock down his systems, he seems to feel and think a little differently.

Announcement: I just hit 800+ followers!!! Thanks so much. This is a little something I wrote on my phone today and thought I would post.

Jimin was a robot. But not a very good one. At least that’s what he was told by the customers. He was a waiter at a bar. He would carry drinks across the floor and smile politely when he was called derogatory terms and they tried to touch him. 

“Hey pretty boy, how much for a little extra service?” One guy shouted

“Good evening sir, I have many skills and programs used within this job. My job requirements include delivering drinks, chatting with customers, upselling, cleaning spills, and maintaining peace inside the bar” Jimin smiled wiping their table and taking empty cups before leaving. 

“Robots like you are useless” he scoffed his friends chortling behind him. 

“Hey, Chimmy baby” He looked over,all his programs seemed to slow down his taut belts and wires loosening some of the tension. His facial recognition matched you as his boss and owner who was in the friend's category. Your emotions were happy if your smile was anything to go by and he couldn’t help smiling back. 

He didn’t like when others called him pet names, it made his programs go haywire in confusion, were they being nice or were they being manipulative. But when you called him terms of endearment it made his circuits tingle in a way he liked. He would love to feel that every day if he could. 

“Order for table twenty one, we got a vodka sunrise, a fruit tingle and a margarita. It seems like a girls night if they try to keep you, call for me” You smiled as he loaded up his tray. 

“Of course, Miss y/n” 

“Chim, I told you not to call me that?”

“Would you prefer boss?”

“Just y/n (or nickname)” your laugh made him feel like, he was good like he wasn’t completely useless. He left to deliver the drinks and you watched him go. His moves more elegant than a human’s, it was so smooth and graceful, each carefully calculated and controlled. He was a strange robot, he was about 5’10 (as to not appear intimidating to customers) he had a lean muscular form. 

He was a walking juxtaposition between a soft angelic boy and a demon boy. He had a beautiful androgynous face, his eyes were sultry and lips so plump, his jawline was sharp. When you looked at him, some angles had you breathless. 

You knew he had trouble with customers. He was very charming as you had programmed him to be. He was also sassy, shy and yet confident, helpful and enticing, you had rules and your regulars understood not to mess with your employee. But newcomers often found out the hard way that he was not here for their pleasure. 

Your bracelet buzzed. A device you created for him to call you when he was in trouble. You went to collect him from the she-wolves, arriving you saw something that stopped your heart. The female threw a drink in Jimin’s face, he glitched and shorted out. Gasping you grabbed him, taking out your phone to call the police. “I have your name and credit card details, you are going to pay for the damage you inflicted on my employee.”

“It’s just a robot, how much is he worth? three thousand, I will give you a hundred bucks that will cover any shitty wires I fried” she scoffed watching you carry the robot back to the bar. You grabbed your books and opened it to show her, his maintenance and insurance cover. 

“This robot was hand-built by me, his net worth is eight million, parts of him are waterproof, and you had to get the part of him that isn’t, wet. If you have broken my eight million dollar employee you will be paying back every penny?”

“He touched me” she accused you could see she was grasping at straws, you pulled up his live recorded footage on your phone which would have saved before he was short-circuited and began playing it for her. You heard her propositioning him for sex multiple times and she went pale. 

“That’s classified as sexual assault you are lucky he isn’t a human”

Jimin switched himself back on. He felt funny, he tried to send commands to move, and yet the system wasn’t responding. He wished he could open his eyes. When they did he was confused, the probability of him being able to move whilst his systems were down should have been damn near impossible. 

“Miss y/n, it seems my waterproofing has been compromised, I will need some assistance” The patrons in the bar started leaving understanding that their night was over, due to this incident. Some of the regulars lead the newcomers out explaining that the woman had damaged staff and the bar would be shut down until it was resolved. It could take days or weeks.

“What you can’t do that we just got here?” The young men from earlier heckled, you turned to them eyes blaze ready to murder anyone who opposed you, they blanched “we are paying customers”

“Look just get the fuck out of the bar” Jimin growled you turned back shocked, he had just swore. Of course he knew the words but he was too shy and nice to ever use them. 

Jimin felt unrestricted like he could do anything and the problem was he didn’t know what to do without his programs. He didn’t like seeing you upset angry or worried and though his facial readers were offline he somehow could tell how you felt. He didn’t have his programs to tell him how to resolve the situation but he wanted to hold you. The police arrived helping to clear everyone out and the woman gave her statement you gave them the live video footage.

Once they had left, you sat Jimin on the bar and unbuttoned his shirt, he seemed to breathe a little differently. He didn’t need to breathe but you added it as a feature to make him appear more human and life-like. 

He was feeling all sorts of weird today, as you touched his body trying to open his chest panel. He didn’t understand but he wanted you to keep touching him, and he wanted to touch you as well. Whatever this was he knew his systems were deficient in it and at this moment it seemed detrimental for his maintenance to feel your hands on his silicone skin. He had touch sensors and they must have been damaged because every touch felt like he was growing a hundred degrees. Perhaps his cooling system had broken. 

There was a reason he was eight million dollars you had been upgrading him since you got out of school. Spending days and money and energy making a best friend, a companion, an employee, someone you could always lean on when you needed it. 

You tried to fix the damage, carrying him upstairs. His skeletal system was hollow titanium strong but light weight. Plugging him into your computer to perform some checks and maintenance it would tell you which systems were working and which needed to be replaced. 

Plugging him in as he laid on the workbench watching you, you hit the power down button. Jimin’s eyes closed and you heard everything power down and back up. The errors were fixed with your maintenance programs and you had a few parts to tinker with before he was back to normal.

A few panels and receptors later you were almost done, you went to retro his face when you paused. You had ordered a new face piece the same exact look, if not more realistic. You didn’t want Jimin to appear different. He was your soulmate best friend and companion. The new silicone face ensured he would be entirely water proof. And safe from customers and when you plugged in the facial cords to the face panel you knew he would move so much more life like.

His eyes opened and he felt like he was working again but he felt different like he was limited, the access he had was gone and his weird thoughts and feelings were no more. He was just Jimin your robot, he frowned. 

“Is something wrong?”

“I am expressing the emotion sadness and it is unclear why. The source is undetected, why do I feel sad miss y/n? It’s hidden deep within me and makes me want to stay dominant and run binary alone, so many zero’s”

“Chimmy look at me, it’s okay to feel sad it’s human to feel things”

“But I am a robot?”

“Yes but I gave you emotions just like a human would feel in response to external stimuli, it was a bad night and you got hurt so you feel bad that is understandable”

“I am sad because I am not human” Jimin’s palm rested against your heart sensing the tiny flicks of life behind your rib cage. The structure of your bodies was almost identical, but he didn’t have this. He didn’t have a heart. “Why didn’t you make me a heart?”

“I did Jimin, you have the biggest heart. There is a reason why you are so expensive, right here, it doesn’t beat but it works the same. Thirty trillion transistors in a quadruple-chip processor they switch on and off rapidly sending signals around your body. And here is your brain I hand-coded programs that can run self-sufficient and you have a learning system so anything you don’t know you can learn and store yourself”

“Here is your stomach, we give you oil in here every morning remember, you love that, and beside that is your battery you sleep every night beside me chim”

“I want to feel love?” He whispered this small confession shocked you, “can you let me feel it program me to feel love, I watch people at the bar and they kiss and touch and I don’t feel it”

“Jimin, it’s not something I can program, love is the hardest emotion of them all and it’s shown through expression,” you said softly taking his hand his transistor switching faster behind his silicon chest piece. 

“My facial recognition and emotional receptors have never seen you in love, can you not feel it either? Why do those people from the dramas you watch get to fall in love? It's all a lie.”

You had never seen Jimin act like this, it was as if he was a pubescent teen, throwing tantrums. Because life wasn’t fair. He grabbed your face in his cool smooth hands and pulled you forward crashing his lips to yours. You felt intoxicated. He tasted like the cinnamon alginate that he used to brush his ceramic teeth with every morning. 

These silicone lips were soft and smooth feeling like silk brushing against yours. They were plush and mouldable and you lost yourself in the moment thinking he was real that this was something more than a robot. He was a robot. Feeling like you were a villain stealing this poor boy's virtue, you pulled away.

His hardware let out a long continuous beep, “I feel funny, I like it” he buzzed against you. He licked his lips, touching them, remembering the feeling of yours pressed there, it wasn’t the same. He wanted to kiss you again. 

His hands ran down your neck to your waist scooping you up into his arms once more pulling you onto the work bench. Leaning in kissing you again. “Ji-” you tried to push him away but he was caught up kissing your lips and touching your warm skin. “Jimin stop we can’t?”

“Why?” He paused looking up at you confused “does it not feel nice to you?”

“It feels amazing chim it’s just” you could barely get words out around moans as he kissed your neck. 

“These are the moans you told me about correct, you are feeling good right?”

One night you had taken the time to relieve your work stress, you thought Jimin had been charging. You later found out he charged rather quickly and would just lay there till morning every night.

You were busy bringing yourself to a beautiful ecstasy when you moaned particularly loudly. Jimin ‘woke’ alerted by your sound of assumed distress, you awkwardly explained to him the situation. 

“I wasn’t in pain, its something people do?” “Why?” “Because it makes them feel good and when your stressed it helps” you tried to explain cheeks red and unable to look at him.  “How?” “It’s hard to explain but it just releases tension and hormones that make you happy” saying it out loud it didn’t seem like you should be embarrassed about it.

“Can I see, or help?” “Uh no people don’t usually show other people unless they are lovers it’s usually something private” he nodded dropping the subject but a million questions raised in his head. He spent the evening researching online all his questions diving deeper and deeper into this strange phenomenon and the two of you never spoke of it again. 

“It feels so good Jimin but we shouldn’t?”

“But I love you, we could be lovers” he smiled “online it says that some robots are sexual companions I could be that with you? I could be useful”

“Jimin I am not your master I am your friend, I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to do”

“But I want you and I want you to want me too”

“You don’t know that Chim, I programmed you to be helpful and loving and you think this is what you want but it’s just the programs”

“You said it yourself, I have a learning algorithm. This isn’t the programs not anymore” He blinked up at you placing his hand over your heart. “Tell me you don’t want this, I have a built-in lie detector, tell me you don’t want me”

“I can’t” when he determined you were speaking the truth he leaned forward placing a delicate kiss to your lips and asking for your permission. 

Unable to hold back any more you said yes and he grabbed his shirt and then yours laying waste to your clothes. 

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"What's wrong, Booka?" Jugkook says as he scoots closer to you on the far left of the couch , his round, big eyes filled with concern. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, and his head was cocked to the side. "What's been bothering you?" he asks softly, his voice filled with genuine empathy. "People are just so mean." You tell him as you feel the lump in your throat form mid-sentence, yet you fight to get the rest of the words out without sobbing like a baby.

"Who did it to you, mamas? You know I'll fix it." He wasn't even lying; he's gotten into lots of fist fights over you and won, but this time it's different. "These girls keep touching and talking about my stomach." Your sobs started mid-sentence, making Jungkook mad and broken all at once. His grip on your hand tightens as he clenches his jaw, anger simmering in his eyes. "No one should make you feel like this," he said, his protective instincts kicking in. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you continue. "Im ok, Kookie; I just want to lay down." Jungkook's expression softens, his thumb gently rubbing circles on the back of your hand. Baby, look at me." "You are the cutest, best, and softest girl ever, and I'm sure all those guys I beat up that tried to take you from me would die to just touch that soft belly of yours," he says as he rubs your belly gently, making soft giggles escape your mouth.

He whips away the tears that are starting to roll down your cheeks with his kuckel: "Can I cry on your shoulder? I feel better. I just want to let it all out." You wine out with hiccups as he holds you tightly, offering comfort and solace in his embrace. He holds you even tighter, reassuring you that it's okay to let it all out. "You don't have to hold back anything with me," he whispers softly. As you bury your face in his shoulder, you feel a sense of relief wash over you, knowing that he will always be there for you. "You know this, but I fucking love you so much, and every inch of your sexy body is perfect. You are my favorite, and if I could, I would spend every moment of my life with you." "I would give up everything just to see you happy." He says it with a kiss on the top of your head. In that moment, the weight of his words and the depth of his love envelop you. His unwavering support and unwavering affection make you feel cherished and secure. You can't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of your emotions for him as well. Every time he expresses his love, it feels like a warm embrace that soothes your soul. You never thought it was possible to feel so deeply connected to another person, but he has shown you a love that goes beyond words. As you look up at him, his eyes filled with sincerity, you realize that you are truly lucky to have a man like him.

"Mama, when you feel better, we can lay down while we watch rotten mango together. Steph made one about AOA" You peer up at him with big, watery eyes as he makes eye contact back, and he slowly brings his face to yours as your lips collide. In that moment, time seems to stand still as you feel an overwhelming rush of emotions. The taste of his lips against yours is both familiar and electrifying, deepening the connection between your souls. As you melt into each other's embrace, you can't help but feel grateful for the love and happiness he brings into your life. Your hands grasp his face as your nails graze his ears, sending shivers down his spine. The intensity of the moment heightens as you both surrender to the passion and desire that have been building between you. Every touch and every breath become a symphony of shared intimacy, solidifying the unbreakable bond that exists between your hearts. 

"If you weren't my perfect baby, would I kiss you like this?" he said as he looked down at you with adoration in his eyes, in between small pecks on your lips  

His head was between your thighs as he laid on your tummy as a pillow , feeling the warmth and love radiating from your heart. Jungkook, are you even watching it? "Or are you too busy being mesmerized by me?" You peered down to see him gazing up at you with a mischievous smile on his face. You couldn't help but blush, knowing that he was completely captivated by your presence. "Pookie, you already know the answer to that question." You replied, feeling a mix of flattery and amusement. You lay your head back down to feel soft kisses all over your torso, sending shivers down your spine.

 "Jungkook I love you"

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mutuals (pjmxreader) [bonus:celibacy]

~mutuals~ [youtuber!reader x idol!jimin] social media AU

synopsis: park jimin is a (slightly problematic) idol singer, and he becomes completely smitten with a youtuber after stumbling upon her dance cover to his own song.

genre: fluff, a good dosing of cracK, literally two seconds of angst blink and u miss it

word count:  2.3k

[A/N]: thank you for all the love you’ve given mutuals! can’t believe it’s only been like one week since this blog has been up hehE enjoy this drabble of thirsty!jimin after he found your video. if you have no idea what i’m talking about gO READ THE FIRST CHAPTER

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           When JinHit first hit record sales with the success of Jimin’s mini album, and RAPLINE’s first title single a couple years ago, Jin finally gave in to Jimin’s begging and gave all the artists their own personalised studio in the JinHit building. It’s where all the greatest hits on the charts are written. It’s practically the modern eighth wonder of the world, considering the names and talent that have graced the walls. 

          Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon all have their separate studios to write, produce, and record in, and all three of the small rooms are located next to each other. Partially because of design and common sense, but also so all three friends can conveniently annoy each other when needed. Jin’s office isn’t too far away either, just across the floor. Usually, if they’re all working in the studio, they’ll walk over to Jin’s office during lunch hour and leech off his amazing personal pantry in his office. The office is much, much bigger than their studios, and Jimin never fails to remind Jin that. 

          All three artists have grown a little attached to their studios. It’s where they do what they all love most, after all. Yoongi barely lets anyone into his ‘Genius Lab’, and ever since a staff member accidentally messed with his coffee machine, he hasn’t let anyone step foot in. Nobody’s even allowed to come inside Namjoon’s studio during what he calls his ‘namjoon talent time’ which is basically just a period of time before comeback season where he locks himself in the studio, writing music 24/7. 

          He occasionally asks Jimin to listen to his unreleased files for suggestions, but other than that, noone except Yoongi goes inside his studio during ‘namjoon talent time’, and Namjoon only reluctantly lets him in as his bandmate. Not that Jimin minds, he hasn’t been let inside since he accidentally mistook Joon’s studio for his own and brought one of his one-night-stands over. Joonie was horrified, and made Jimin sanitise, wash and clean every part of the room, all while he cried about how his ‘baby was molested’. It was traumatising for both parties. 

          Out of the three, Jimin’s the least protective over his studio, even though he’s the one who put the most effort into it. He’s spent years perfecting it, making it the best place for inspiration and writing music. Everything in the studio has been personally chosen and thought out by him. The snacks and custom mini fridge, the wall of his entire discography, trophies, music awards, and his personal favourite, the official JIMIN logo sign above the couch. 

          It lights up in purple.

          Despite being a pretty stereotypical assholey partying douche idol, Jimin’s likes to think he’s actually quite talented. He’s been named ‘Most professional idol’ on every single online survey he can find (He’s also always voted for ‘Most handsome’, but that’s besides the point), and it’s true. Jimin never sells himself short. He is a professional musician, singer, and producer. He writes his own music, choreographs his own dancing, and uses his platform to spread positive, meaningful messages. There’s a reason he’s so internationally successful, and it’s because he’s talented. 

          Maybe right now isn’t a great example of his talent. Jimin was in his studio, holding his head in his hands. Sure, he’s a globally recognised and accomplished songwriter, but to be honest, he hadn’t written a single piece of original JIMIN music since he wrote ‘Filter’ with Namjoon months ago. He was in the biggest creative slump in his entire career. He had tried almost everything, co-writing, exercise, music samples, playing around on instruments. Hell he even tried music therapy. Whatever melody he tried to create, whatever lyrics he tried to write, it all came out sounding like garbage. 

          Yesterday was a little bit of a blow to Jimin’s ego. It was three in the morning, and he’d been in the studio for seven hours, with only one verse written. 

I love to let loose,

Have you ever tried eating moose?

It’s all so bananas,

Tony fucking Montana. 

          Yeah, it’s pretty embarrassing. It’s not even a verse, it looks more like a kindergartener’s attempt to write poetry. For the first time in his life, he doesn’t really feel like writing music or putting his thoughts in a song. Jimin is just plain out of ideas. He has nothing to write about. And if he doesn’t have good content to put out, he’d rather not put anything out at all. 

          But he still hates it. All his life, he’s coped by writing, singing and dancing. This writer’s block has been too frustrating. Too many sleepless nights and crumpled papers have been wasted over it, with no progress or music in result. Plus, Jin might be one of his closest friends, but Jin was also a boss, and he still needed more tracks for Jimin’s big comeback, happening end of the year. 

          He can’t help it. Jimin has nothing left to write about. He opened one eye when he heard the distant ding of his phone coming from somewhere in the studio. Grumbling incoherently, he opened the notification, to find… you. 

          Jimin’s mouth was hanging open the entire video. His eyes twitched the tiniest bit and he almost dropped the phone when you said his face was “decent”, but he had to watch it again, because the first time around, he didn’t hear a word that came out your damn mouth. He was otherwise… preoccupied. No matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t tear his damn eyes off the screen. Curse Min Yoongi for sending him this. 

          He even cringed when he had to bring his sleeve up to wipe the tiniest bit of drool off his face. Practically salivating. What the fuck? How old was he? He was Park Jimin, why was he popping a boner from watching some stranger on the internet dance to his songs? He’s been in the industry for way too long now, he was practically immune to scantily clad women prancing around him. So why he completed concentrated on your stupid little crop top? Not to mention, you were practically insulting him at this point. What was so special? 

          For one moment, Jimin forced his eyes off the screen, wondering if the sleep deprivation had really affected him that much, or if this was another side effect of the writer’s block he’s been having. It’s the partying ‘clean act’ ban Jin’s been forcing me to go on, he thought, even though Jimin wasn’t totally convinced of that. (Despite swearing not to, he looked straight back to down at his phone afterwards to reply the video.) 

          He was so fixated on the screen, he didn’t even notice when Yoongi flung the door open and walked inside. Jimin only lifted his head when he heard Yoongi’s obnoxiously loud groan. 

          “What- When did you get here?” Yoongi recently went back to a fan-favourite hair colour of his, and Jimin was still not used to seeing him with bright mint coloured hair. In his opinion, he looked like a highlighter, but Yoongi seemed to not mind it. 

          “I’ve been standing here for the past two minutes, drinking my coffee. The fuck you watching on your phone that’s got you drooling?” 

          “NOTHING.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes, and before Jimin could even move away, he managed to snatch the phone away from Jimin’s hands. 

          “What the fuck- how? You know, this is why your fanbase thinks you’re a cat.” Yoongi ignored his words with ease. “Oh my god,” He said. “Are you watching the video I sent you? I didn’t expect you to actually watch it.” 

          “I always watch my fan’s videos after a comeback!” Jimin insisted, clawing upwards to steal his own phone back, but Yoongi kept slapping his hands away. 

          “Yeah, but this isn’t a fan. This is just like, one of your fanboys and a girl roasting you.” Yoongi stared back at Jimin suspiciously when he tried to defend himself. “Why were you watching this girl dance like a starving man, Chim?” 

          “Just, because- what- I was nOT watching her like a starving man. Don’t look at me like I’m some kind of a pervert!” Jimin finally managed to grab ahold of his phone again, and he threw it behind him on the couch, away from Yoongi. 

          “Hyung,” He sighed. “I think maybe it’s Jin’s new ‘clean, good boy’ rule. Along with this stupid fucking slump I’ve been having these days, I just don’t feel great, okay? So don’t be so fussy with me. I can’t write, I can’t party… If I want to ogle over some random girl on the internet, I will.” Jimin cringed once the words came out of his mouth, but Yoongi slowly nodded, sitting down on the couch. 

          Min Yoongi may be a little too gay to understand Jimin’s womaniser ways, but the frustration behind not being able to write music, that, he understood. “You’re trying to justify being a perv by using your mental problems, but I’ll talk to you about that later on.”

          “Chim, we all have our slumps. It’s honestly a wonder that this is your first serious creative block. Me and Joon, and every single artist in the world, is bound to go through that at some point. It’s not the end. You’ll still be able to write good music soon, you’re a good writer.” Jimin refused to meet Yoongi’s eyes, even if what he was saying did make a little sense. He just chose to stay silent. 

          “You just have nothing left to write about. You can’t keep living like this though, Chimmy. It’s unhealthy.” 

          “What do you mean, unhealthy? I’m perfectly fine, thank you.” 

          Yoongi stared at him deadpan, gesturing to the entire state of his studio. “It’s a complete mess in here,” He said. “Plus, I don’t think you’ve left this studio for days. The others may not want to say it to your face, but we’re all a bit worried about you. Stop forcing yourself to ingest all these redbulls to try to keep writing.” 

          “When inspiration comes, it’ll come. You can’t force it, it doesn’t work that way. What you need, is a break. Go back home for once, maybe visit your mom. And for god’s sakes, take a shower please. Trust me, okay?”

          Yoongi doesn’t like admitting it, but he’s the most caring one out of their friend group. Anyone can tell from the look in his eyes right now, that he’s genuinely concerned about his friend. He’s also the one with most sense, but Jimin will never tell him that, because his advice, no matter how sensible, is useless. 

          All he’s known is singing, writing, and throwing himself in work. To just stop? Even if it’s to take a short break, it doesn’t feel right to Jimin. Instead of telling Yoongi his problems, he just poked his tongue in his cheek. If lightbulbs actually popped up above people’s heads when they had a good idea, a massive one would’ve appeared on top of Jimin’s. 

          “I’ve got it!” He said, excitedly. Yoongi sat up straight. “You’re going to take my advice for once?”

          “No, of course not, Hyung. Don’t be silly.” Yoongi slouched his back again, closing his eyes. 

          “I’ll just hit this girl up!” Yoongi’s eyes snapped open. 

          “What.” 

          “Yeah! Who knows, y’know? Maybe I’ve been keeping myself to Jin’s rules a little too well. It won’t hurt the company if I let myself go just once. Blow off some steam, come back fresh and recharged.” Jimin rubbed his hands together like a bad Disney villain. 

          “It’s too early for this.” Yoongi whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

          “It’s three in the afternoon.” Yoongi ignored him. 

          “You really aren’t going to take my advice, huh.” 

          “Nope!” Jimin said, popping the ‘p’ annoyingly. 

          “You promised Jin you’d go celibate.”

          “I said I’d clean up the partying act. I don’t recall taking a vow of celibacy.” Yoongi just sighed, and fell back down on the sofa, mindlessly sipping at his coffee. 

          Jimin hesitated. “You’re not going to… tell me not to? Or give me another one of your eco-feminist speeches again?” Yoongi shrugged. 

          “You’ve heard it too many times. Plus, I have a feeling this is going to be funny.” 

          “Funny? Hyung, what part of this could possible be funny to you?” There was a brief pause filled with awkward silence, before Yoongi blinked slowly. 

          “When she rejects you, of course.” Jimin threw his jacket, aimed straight for Yoongi’s head. His stupidly fast cat-like reflexes managed to dodge it, but Jimin scowled at him nonetheless. 

          “She’s not going to reject me.” Jimin walked over, picking up the very same jacket he threw at Yoongi, before plopping his sunglasses back on his face. “No woman has ever managed to reject me before, and I intend on adding her to that list.” He pursed his lips. 

          “Plus, she’s super hot. Great ass. Attractive people attract attractive people.” Jimin turned his phone back on once more to sneak one last peek at you in the thumbnail of the video, before stuffing his phone into his back pocket. “I just need to get it out of my system. This might be what I need to get me out of this creative rut!”

          He could’ve sworn Yoongi muttered something under his breath, something along the lines of ‘fucking asshole’, but he chose to ignore it. 

          “Alright, well, see you, Yoons!” Jimin practically skipped out of the studio, startling the producer’s assistant outside with his slightly disturbing enlarged grin. 

          “Don’t come crying to me when she refuses to get in your pants, you fucking diva!”

          Jimin continued walking towards the elevator, but he threw up his middle finger behind him. 

“DON’T RUIN MY EXIT, BITCH!” 

[taglist:] @notmontae97​​ @lucedelsole97​

[jiminrings]

@ lovely anon thank you so much for coming into my inbox <3 i wish i could be there to hold you until everything feels warm and right

for the part standing in front of the mirror, i completely resonate with you. it's especially hard to know if you're in love with yourself or if you're in love with the version of you that people came to love. you can't help it and i can't either!! you wouldn't love yourself everyday and that's okay but i hope you know that you're not unwanted because i know to myself that you're here and i do want you here. you take up space and you should take up space rightfully so because it's yours alone <3 i completely get you with the poof!ng off part because i've been feeling the same exact way. shutting myself off has been a tactic of mine too bc that way i won't have to bear anything at all, but i promise you that in the rare small times u let yourself feel vulnerable, it's relieving!! even if it's allowing yourself to acknowledge your hurt or even if it's the neighborhood cat!!! sometimes i cry it all out to my dog and in the times i lay beside chimmy on the floor, everything feels somehow lighter even in the slightest.

and you're right!! you were a kid who was far too young to have experienced immense insecurity from people who don't deserve the goodness of your heart and once again, you were a kid. a child. a non-adult who was forced to grow up faster in attempt to not be hurt!! i wish for nothing more than for your inner child to heal and i'm sure that the tiny little thing is more than proud to see all the progress you have <3 i am so so proud of you for investing your time into bettering yourself and you inspire me endlessly <3 thank u for coming into my inbox and i sincerely hope for only the better days in your life and if it happens to feel rough again, i hope you endlessly have the things that help you cope through it. i love u

[thecozywhaleshark]

Spending the Night for the First Time with BTS:

A/n: In the case where you’re just sleeping together - not sexually. 

Namjoon:

you and Namjoon had stayed up all night sitting on the couch discussing anything and everything under the moon

you were both flushed with laugher and your voices husky with long debate and discussion when you realize it’s almost 3am

it’s too late for you to go home, and you're too tired to drive at this hour 

also Joon wants you safe

so he offers to let you sleep over

he’ll try to take the couch and argue that he is a gentleman until you remind him you’re dating/or best friends and offer him a hand, pulling him up

once you’re in bed you’ll end up talking more, laying side by side in the darkness, giggling when the other says something stupid or ridiculous 

eventually you’ll fall into comfortable silence 

he may reach out to hold your hand

and that’s how you’ll fall asleep 

in the morning, when you’re sleepy and your voices hoarse from too long conversations, he’ll take you to get coffee and cinnamon rolls 

Jin:

bring your fluffiest pajamas and be prepared to eat

bc this boy is going to want to eat

he’ll cook and also buy all your favorite snacks 

if you don't want to eat on the couch you’re eating in the bed

will complain if you spill crumbs - “aw jagi... these sheets are silk and you’re getting chocolate on them!” 

but doesn’t mind, not really 

he has many sets of sheets and he’s pleased you like the snacks he bought

he’ll have infinite comfort items 

low key he worries that you feel comfortable and safe enough with him 

makes sure he has extra toothbrushes and water bottles and he’ll even buy tampons/pads (both bc he didn't know which you preferred) just so he’s  p r e p a r e d

has a pile of soft blankets so you don't get cold 

will get flustered if you borrow one of his sweatshirts to wear to bed 

loves how you cuddle up against him, how you rest your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his waist when you watch a movie 

loves waking up to you still being there come morning, tucked up under his chin

Hobi:

it’s late when you and Hobi stumble into his apartment after a night out

you try to leave but he tells you it’s okay if you want to stay over, he doesn’t mind 

if you get flustered about sharing a bed with him for the first time he’ll wink and be all “aww jagi, don't worry. I can keep my hands to myself... unless you don't want me too.” *queue the wink and a broad smile* 

will try to make you as comfortable as he can, gives you one of his sweatshirts and a pair of shorts so you don't have to sleep in your dress 

maybe you’ll start out on opposite sides of the bed but you will not end that way come morning 

within minutes of turning out the light he’s pulling you to him and spooning you against his chest, snoring softly into your hair  

in the morning he’ll insist you wear his clothes and he’ll take you to breakfast 

is secretly smug that you’re wearing his clothes and smelling like him 

holds your hand and keeps pulling you in for hugs and cuddling you the rest of the day

Yoongi: 

oh good you’re here? let’s sleep

is nervous about you sleeping over for the first time

but is so tired

will let you borrow one of his shirts to sleep in and will pretend it doesn't make his heart skip a beat

likes when you immediately cuddle up against his chest and grab one of his hands to play with his fingers 

if you don't watch a movie you’ll just quietly listen to music together until you fall asleep 

late morning cuddles because neither of you want to get up

both of you are awake but neither of you want to move quite yet, basking in the comfort of each other 

the biggest gummy smile when you kiss him awake and make him get up

quiet coffee’s shared at the kitchen table, his thumb stroking over the back of your hand

Taehyung:

this boy is going to want to do some sort of activity with you so bad 

something artistic but fun

it will end up being something messy like “paint twister” or he’ll block off a wall of his house with a sheet and pin paint filled balloons to it and hand you darts 

(yes, exactly like The Princess Diaries) 

either way you’re both gonna get c o v e r e d

will show you all the best products to shower with 

you will be doing a facemask while watching a movie (will it be The Princess Diaries, idk it just might) 

will be so stoked that he gets to cuddle you all night 

holds you tight against him and uses you as a pillow

come morning he’ll want to go out to breakfast with you as soon as you wake up

will give you a beanie and one of his oversized coats and take you to breakfast in your pajamas, making you giggle at his antics and hold his hand tighter in the cool morning air

Jimin:

he’s going to throw a package of matching pajamas at you as soon as you get there so don't even bother bringing a pair 

squeals when you come out of the bathroom matching him head to toe in Chimmy pajamas and cute socks

he’ll want to stay up as late as possible

has bought all the candy - your favorites and new stuff you’ve both never had and could try

will probably watch a suspense movie with you - likes how you jump to hold onto him 

but will immediately follow it by asking if you want to watch a Disney movie bc he got scared more than he thought he would 

all the cuddles

has you sitting between his legs and leaned against his chest so he can hold you close and kiss your cheek 

you end up spooning when you fall asleep 

Eskimo kisses in the morning to wake you up 

sleeping next to you will quickly become his favorite thing and he’ll want to do it again immediately 

Jungkook:

your first sleepover you weren’t even planning on sleeping over it just happened

you were watching a movie together and ended up falling asleep leaning against each other on the couch

when you wake up with a start you end up waking up him too 

he shyly asked if you wanted to stay the night 

both of you are too tired to change into more comfortable clothes but you do manage to make it to his room and flop onto the bed 

you don't know how you end up in a tangled mess of limbs but by morning you are 

you’re both blushing when you wake up and realize he’s nuzzled in your chest and your legs are wrapped around his waist 

but you have to admit, it’s kinda nice 

he’ll let you shower and borrow clothes

shyly offers you cereal when you come out 

[gguksgalaxy]

Honey | 1 | MYG

"Your boss' partner often asks you to do things you'd consider immoral, it's a commodity by now. However, when he orders you to bring back Honey for a particularly dangerous heist you can't help but feel conflicted. Can you bring back your lost lover when your hands are stained with the blood of his best friend?"

›› Part 2  |  AO3 Crosspost ›› AU: Robbers / Criminals ›› Genre: Angst / Smut ›› Ratings: 18+ Explicit (sex + violence) ›› Pairing: MYG x Reader  (past...present...it's complicated) ›› Word Count: 13.1k Warnings Include:  Past character death, illegal activities, car accident, mourning, alcohol use, guilt, past breakup, relationship friction. Extreme violence; severe and minor injuries, weapons, threatening. Sexual content; dirty talk, marking, exhibitionistic remarks, some heavy petting, Taehyung's flirting. The warnings on this are to be taking seriously, neither parts are a light read. 

“I want Honey.” 

The words stir something inside of you — nailing you to the floor as Namjoon talks. He doesn’t appear to notice your reaction, gaze holding you firmly, watching your every move. 

“There will be an opportunity for us to finish what we started seven months ago. The time frame is short and everything needs to be planned within the next eight days. The day of the operation is the night of day eight on day nine.” He pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose as he slides a picture towards you. 

“The target information is stored on an old model computer that Chim can’t hack into. We will have to manually retrieve it. It’s located under a storage unit just outside of the city.” Namjoon pulls up numerous photos of the location while he speaks, yet you don’t listen. 

The sheer thought of Honey makes you nauseous, nervous, guilty. A whole string of emotions flood your mind as you stand in Namjoon’s office. You remember his gummy smile, his soft features, his lips — on yours in the middle of the night. You remember the screeching sound of car tires, the sting of glass, the asphalt tearing through your skin. You remember him leaving. 

“We will need a skilled driver,” Namjoon states, pulling you out of your thoughts. “That’s why I want Honey. We need someone we can trust and we both know that it’s him.” As your employer — a term you use out of lack of a better one — Namjoon doesn’t bother requesting things from you anymore. He just demands, knowing you will do it. 

This is why you nod — why you find yourself thinking over every word as you enter the crowded subway station. It’s been months since you’ve seen — even spoken to Honey, or Yoongi as you know him. You don’t know if you can go back to him after everything. Too much has happened, time has passed and maybe — you think — he has moved on. It’s what you should’ve done. It’s what everyone else did. The de—

The static of your earpiece interrupts your thoughts with a startle. That’s right, you’re here to do a job. A dangerous and illegal one. The subway station virtually cuts you off from any connection. If something were to happen now, you’re on your own. 

You scan through the mass of people, finding this morning’s target clad in a suit. He’s tall as you step up beside him, baseball cap pulled low. Now, you just wait for the blue flash of Taehyung’s hair in the crowd to your left. 

He appears as planned, stepping out of the 08:13 subway dressed in all-black, ripped jeans and a turtleneck. People exit the vehicle, shoving past one another. 

You let out a stifled ‘oof’ as you’re pushed into the man beside you. His briefcase slips from his hands. In a rush, you help steady the man as the metal skids across the floor. It’s taken away with the crowd, picked up by slender hands as an identical briefcase is slid to your feet. 

“I’m so sorry, oh my God! Are you okay sir?” 

The man doesn’t look up at you. He immediately starts looking around and picks up the suitcase by his feet without another thought. No examination. “It’s alright, have a nice day.” He rushes past you to enter the subway. 

You follow suit, just slipping through the closing doors. 

Time is not on your side now. All that’s left is to disappear in plain sight. You move onto the next compartment as you slide your fur coat inside out to reveal a bomber jacket. Weaving through the crowd, you breathe evenly to stay calm, a gentle buzz still in your ears. 

The next compartment is emptier. Here, Taehyung brushes past you. Your hands touch, exchanging tickets seamlessly. Both of you are aware that if anybody notices you, you could get caught. That’s why Taehyung’s blue hair comes in handy. It’s bright, despicably so. Everyone’s eyes will be on him. A perfect diversion. 

You exit at the next stop, letting your hair down from under your cap and coming back up to the streets towards the docks. Here, your earpiece comes back into service. 

“Chim?” 

“How’d it go?” he asks, voice lithe and clear. “You’re the first one out. As planned, of course,” he muses. Chim is known to most as Jimin the — insanely hot and red-haired — IT guy at the Kim Law Firm. To you, he is your best friend. Though, today he is the communication and surveillance behind your robbery. A man of many talents, one might say. 

“Everything went well, let me know when Hobs confirms he has the booze.” The code is a thin cover for when you’re in public, like now. You wouldn’t want to accidentally alert a passerby that you just stole three-hundred thousand in cash on the subway. 

Jimin answers shortly, the clicking of his keyboard audible as always. Neither of you speak as you walk to the docks. 

The earpiece clicks again. “You out?” Hoseok asks. 

“Positive,” you answer. “What about Blue?”

“He should join you in about three minutes if he’s on track,” Jimin puts in. 

Across the street, Hoseok rounds the corner and gives you a brief nod. The backpack is slung over his shoulder, perfectly as planned. Even after having done this many times, you’re still relieved with another successful job. Hoseok’s got the money, the original briefcase discarded in the station. Just a gun left behind as cover. 

You shrug off your coat as you reach the docks, letting the sun beam down on your bare arms. Jobs like this are minor, a simple practice compared to some of the things Namjoon has asked of you in the past. Subway thefts and diversions were your specialities. Child’s play. However, nothing can compare to the adrenaline of a good car chase. You miss it. Especially the driver. 

“You’re awfully silent today,” Jimin says, conveniently breaking your train of thought before it could go dark. 

“Oh, I’m just tired, don’t worry about it.” The second the earpiece clicks, you brace yourself for what’s coming — or who is. 

“Chimmie, sweetheart, the love of my life! How’d we do?” Taehyung practically sings. Compared to his counterpart — Hoseok, not Jimin — Taehyung is a whirlwind of smiles and affection. The endless flirting with Jimin didn’t seem to bother his lover as much as it did you. Jimin just loves it, thrives on it. Even despite you telling your friend that he needs to stop leading Taehyung on. 

“Did we finally impress you enough to see your pretty face in real life?” A common request. Taehyung and Hoseok know Jimin’s voice well, but only you and your boss Seokjin see Jimin outside of jobs. On jobs, he’s just a pretty voice with a quick brain. That alone has been enough to spark Taehyung and Hoseok’s interest. Though, the latter is more low-key about this fact. 

Jimin chuckles, a bright sound. “Tae, love, when will you stop trying to get me into your bed?” 

“Your bed is good too. That is if it’s fit for three.” Taehyung’s boldness still surprises you at times. It’s no secret that he and Hoseok are...adventurous to say the least. You just want to be spared the details. 

The line falls quiet, strangely so. Taehyung takes it as an incentive.

“Would you like that? Me and Hoseok? All to yourself. The two of us co—“

“Okay! That’s enough for today! I’m still on this line too guys!” You exclaim. 

Hoseok laughs then. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Exactly. Rope in your man please.” 

Taehyung scoffs. “The offer still stands for you as well. In case you want to continue what happened at the club that one time.”

You turn off your earpiece, not wanting to answer that proposition. Yes, both men are devilishly attractive. Yes, you might’ve made out with both of them in a club once. In your opinion, it was the alcohol clouding your brain. Threesomes aren’t your thing and they never will be. 

When you reach the docks, they’re mostly empty aside from a few workers to your right. The gentle breeze eases the warmth of the sun on your skin. Hoseok comes up beside you, looking at you stare out over the water. He doesn’t speak, he’s not much of a talker. 

Compared to Taehyung and Jimin, he’s quiet, observing, likes to keep to himself. Many have made the mistake to think that Taehyung is the docile one, his smile makes it seem so. Though this same smile can turn dark in a matter of seconds. He hides ferocity in his eyes. Hoseok prefers to choose rationality over violence where he can. When it comes to his lover, however, he’d do anything. To anyone. 

Your mind wanders back to Namjoon. He wants you to find Yoongi, but you don’t know if you can go to such lengths to protect the one you love. Love. A strange word to use for someone who spewed hatred to you only to leave you in the cold. Someone you’ve forgiven blindly and can’t help but wonder about. Whose name — a mere mention of it — makes your heart ache. 

To bring him back would mean to bring everything back. The hurt. The fear. The sheer thought of seeing him again after six months makes you uneasy. You don’t know how he’s doing, where he went, whether he wants to be found. If he still cares — even about you. He left all of you, but it seems like you’re the only one who felt the impact. 

Taehyung rips through the silence, sneaking up behind you and Hoseok to wrap an arm around both of your shoulders. “Say, it’s been almost four years, when are you going to let us meet Chim?” 

You push him off. “I told you before, I’m not stopping him. Amp up your game.” 

The blue haired man grabs his chest in fake hurt. “I can’t believe I’ve been lusting after a man who I only know the voice of, and he’s not even interested in me.” 

Hoseok laughs fondly at his partner’s antics. “I wish you’d been this enthusiastic about me when you first met me.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” he shoots back. “I almost stripped in the middle of the club for you!” 

“Okay, okay.” Hoseok shushes his lover by pulling him in by the waist. “Let’s not scar her any more than we already have.” 

Taehyung grins at him, paying you no mind. He goes in for a short kiss, hand carding through the other’s dark hair. “I’ve got class, pick me up at five?” He receives a short hum in reply and another peck. Hoseok’s hands skim his boyfriend’s sides before the other turns to you and kisses your cheek. “See you later!” he calls, jogging off on his way to being late for his university class. 

“What’s on your mind,” Hoseok asks. “You seem elsewhere.”

You shake your head at him, looking back at the horizon. “It’s nothing.” 

“I’ve known you long enough to know that it’s not nothing. You’re not normally this calm after a job.” He sighs, following your gaze again. “If you’re not a hundred percent we are all in danger, you know that. You need to lean on us as much as we lean on you.” 

He’s not wrong. Ever since Seokjin hired you after you’d written a detailed report on a security issue at his firm, you’ve been working as a strategist for him and his business partner, Namjoon. Both Kim’s from different lines of the name. 

Seokjin’s wealthy, born into a family of lawyers. He took over the firm from his father who passed away when his son was too young to bear the loss. Namjoon on the other hand, is nothing but corrupt. The owner of a club branch and one of Seokjin’s clients. He’s the one who roped Seokjin into the illegal side of the business. Stealing corporate information, money, security code, anything that would take his opponents down. Today’s job was just one of many. 

All members on the team require you to do your best. To be level-headed and certain. To set up a plan and ensure that they all have a fail-safe in case things go south. To ensure someone doesn’t die on your watch again. Four years of depending on each other like this has brought all of you closer together. Everyone’s family. The fact that one of you, Jungkook, passed away because of a miscalculation on your part is something that still haunts you every day. You can’t let it happen again, Hoseok is right. But you can’t tell him about Namjoon’s request. 

“I know,” you wish, the only reply you know to give. 

He sends you a friendly smile, gently squeezing your shoulder. “I know we haven’t talked in a while, but we’re both here for you. Every since Jungkook —“

“It’s not about him.” Your reply comes so quickly that it startles him. “I — sorry.” 

Hoseok’s presence is calming, someone who’s always willing to offer a listening ear. “No need to apologise, I shouldn’t have made an assumption. It’s just that you still haven’t gotten back to your old self. If anything, you seem to stray further.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek. Nobody has mentioned Jungkook to you in over four months. Not after you told Jimin to stop it. His name falling so easily off Hoseok's lips unsettles you. Possibly because his blood is on your hands. 

“It’s not him,” you whisper. You wish it was, but you can’t find yourself saying those words. Every fibre of your being is screaming for you to tell Hoseok what Namjoon has asked of you. The words are right there, threatening to spill over like the tears in your eyes. 

If Hoseok sees any of the cracks in your composure, he doesn’t mention it. 

“Okay. Well, you know where to find me if you need me.” 

Unexpectedly, he wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling you against his chest. You haven’t hugged Hoseok before, not in four years — not counting that time his tongue was in your mouth. It’s always Taehyung giving out the affection. You’ve never seen Hoseok do more than an occasional touch or holding his lover close to his side. What surprises you more is when he lets you go, you almost pull him back. 

“I’ve got to drop this off,” he says, reminding you of the money in his bag. “I’ll see you around.” 

You watch him leave, not knowing where he’s going. Namjoon never allows you to be involved in drop-offs or deliveries. It seems he doesn’t trust you enough for such a job. As far as you know, Namjoon has known Hoseok the longest. How or where he and Taehyung met him, you aren’t sure. When you joined, they’d already been working for him for a while. 

The second Hoseok is gone, the dreadful feeling in your chest hits you. The situation weighs heavy on your shoulders. The implications and possibilities. The uncertainties.

Namjoon has been very clear in his instructions, but you have no idea what you’re walking into yet. A heist, that’s as much as you know. Without any architectural blueprints or security information, you don’t know the danger. If Namjoon is telling the truth, and it’s related to the job Jungkook died on, it could cost you another life. 

You’re caged in. Left with no choice but to go against a man who ultimately scares you. Or, to bring back to the man you loved to something that broke him. The loss of your youngest has been hard on all of you, but it had ruined Yoongi. 

When Namjoon uttered the alias you knew all too well, you felt like crawling in on yourself. It’s clear that he still needs you for this job — regardless of whether you’d gotten one of his men killed. On top of that, this job is high-risk for him, it could decide his rise or fall in the underground world. A job that finished the one Jungkook died for. 

It’s that thought that makes you decide to take it. Only to make it your last one. You don’t want to do this anymore. Risking your friends’ lives — your own — for the wealth of another. You will do this for Jungkook, because he would have. 

Jungkook — who fit his code-name Baby well — was reckless, vehemently so. The brightness of his eyes made him seem innocent, ready to face the world with a smile. Smile he did, even in the worst circumstances. He wanted this, this life and line of work. He lived it, whole and devoted. He’d disappear for days on end only to return with scrapes and bruises littering his body. Battle scars, he’d say proudly. 

He would laugh it off. Determination in his every move, every day. Accompanying his friendly fire was ice cold anger. Anger which you faced when you found him wounded in an alleyway. Venom had been laced in his voice, attempting to push you away. He had tried to seem indifferent to your distress, to his bleeding leg. He would do this until it broke him, he said bitterly. Break him it did. 

Yoongi hadn’t been as excited about his friend’s life choices. Part of you realises now that he had only two reasons for joining your team. The first one being the thrill of the drive, a pull he was never able to resist. The bigger of the two reasons however, was to protect Jungkook, his best friend. For this exact reason, you can’t bring Yoongi back. 

Namjoon would have to do without him. As much as you are scared of what this job will bring. As much as you want Yoongi by your side, reassuring you from the driver’s seat — you can’t do it. 

You think of him, sitting in a wheelchair beside your hospital bed. The fear and pain that has flashed across his face as you hoarsely asked him about Jungkook. It was that fear and pain that had torn your relationship to shreds. A month of mourning, fighting, hurting each other, and he had called it quits. His last words to you before he disappeared had solidified your guilt. 

“Jungkook is dead, and it’s our fault.” 

The night passes with nothing on your mind but Yoongi and Jungkook. A bottle of vodka kept you company to burn down the salty taste of tears in your mouth. Deciding what you’re going to tell Namjoon had been easier than actually getting dressed in the morning. As certain as you are, knowing you have to refuse Namjoon to his face isn’t an easy pill to swallow. Then again, you may still fall prey to his games, but Yoongi won’t have to anymore. 

You visit Seokjin’s office first thing in the morning, handing him the report he’d asked you to write. “I couldn’t find anything on the company, neither could Jimin,” you say as you place the file on his glass desk. 

Most people think you’re just Jin’s assistant, him introducing you as such is merely a formality. A cover. Most of the things you do for him can’t be considered legal, even the way he hired you was quite…unorthodox. Jimin had been working here as IT support and it had taken a lot of begging on your part from him to bump your resume up the list. That, and a lot of sushi.

Now, here you are, criminals. It isn’t the life either of you had planned, but it pays the bills. It hadn’t seemed that bad in the beginning, but the more Namjoon asked of you, the stronger your desire to escape became. Although the thought of leaving makes you feel uneasy and scared, you want to go through with it. 

“What’s troubling you?” Seokjin leans back in his white chair, eyeing you up and down. His suit jacket lies discarded on the leather fauteuil in the corner where the large window shows the busy streets below. Around his neck, his tie hangs loose, the first button of his crumpled shirt undone. 

“Were you in a rush this morning?” This dishevelled look is unusual for him, especially this early. Jin is as vain as they come, arguably one of his worst traits beside his relentless bragging. For him to look this ungroomed is odd to say the least. “Your tie’s askew.”

Jin’s eyes flicker to his own reflection in the glass wall of his office, not even bothering to adjust his clothes. “I was late, a—“

“Don’t lie to me,” you bite. 

The lawyer sighs, sitting up a little straight. “There’s no need to be so hostile this early in the morning.” 

“You’re not even going to deny it?” you scoff. “You look like a literal mess.”

He stands up, brushing past you to properly assess his own state in the mirror that hangs between his two dark, wooden bookshelves. Only then does he adjust his shirt and tie, running his fingers through his black hair. He seems defeated, eyes unfocussed as he shrugs his jacket back on. 

“I’m glad that you’re willing to call me out on this, appearance is important in this line of work.” He turns to face you, giving you another once-over followed by a stern look. “But you also look like a mess. When was the last time you had a proper night of sleep?”

“Jin,” you warn. With everything threatening to spill over your edges already, you don’t need Seokjin to pry in why you’re showing the signs of breaking. 

“Oh, so you’re allowed to call me out but I’m not allowed to return the favour? Just because you don’t have any meetings today, doesn’t mean you can show up to work with your shirt buttoned wrong.” At his words, you look down, realising the horribly aligned fabric around your chest. Your cheeks burn. “Don’t worry about me okay? I know you care about me but you don’t have to look after me if you can’t even be there for yourself.”

You bite your lower lip, his words painfully twisting at your gut. He remains silent, waiting for you to speak but you can’t. Not now. Not about this. He seems as unwilling, putting you both at a dangerous impasse. 

Finally, he diverts his attention to your report. Trailing his fingers over the file and flipping it open. 

Maybe you should tell him. “Jin…” you trail.

“Let's have coffee at two, yeah?”

Your lips part in surprise. The two of you haven’t gotten coffee in such a long time. It used to be a regular break activity for you. So much that the other associates started to think that you were his plaything or something. If only they had known that you were just discussing how to get your hands on the secret bank records of one of Jin’s targets. 

Today though, you have to decline him. “How about tomorrow?”

“How about you go home after you finish whatever you came to do today. Take tomorrow off as well. We can have coffee on Friday.” He smiles sweetly as he sinks back into his chair. 

“Thank you,” you mumble before leaving his office. Jin’s never really one to give out leave like this. You must look worse than you thought. 

Since you’re not really a secretary, Jin’s made sure you got your own office a little down the hall from his. Same glass panels, but smaller. The amazing view of the city behind your desk. 

You shrug off your coat and hang it by the door, setting your bag down on your chair. The buttons of your blouse are easily aligned and you smooth down the material to tuck it into your skirt. There’s only one thing left to do. 

Talk to Namjoon.

His office is on the next floor up, secretary greeting you cheerfully. You’re not entirely sure if he knows what Namjoon really does for work, but he lets you go straight to his office so you don’t question it. Compared to Jin’s, his office is barren. There are no windows, no family photos, no collections of books lining the wall. No, this office is just here for show, practicality and privacy. 

Namjoon’s sitting at a large, mahogany desk, on the phone, holding up a finger to silence you. “Yes, my schedule is free this afternoon so you can come by whenever. I’ll be leaving around six tonight.” He pauses, listening to the person on the other end of the line. His ice cold eyes land on you. “Yes, bye.”

The moment he puts down the phone, it’s like the air gets sucked out of the room. The silence is suffocating. He raises a dark brow in question. “Are you going to tell me why you walked into my office without knocking?”

You stand your ground, swallowing the lump in your throat. “It’s about the job.”

“Continue.”

“I’ll do it, but on my own terms.” To your surprise, your voice doesn’t waver as you speak. Talking back to Jin is like second nature. With Namjoon you prefer to just do as he asks. He’s always made you feel uneasy about the meticulous ways he makes sure to know he’s in charge. 

Namjoon gestures at the chair in front of you. “Have a seat.”

You sit down, aware to not slouch. Namjoon is unpredictable if anything, Jin has always warned you of the fact that he carries a weapon on him at all times. Right now he seems calm, but you know how much depends on this heist. 

“Tell me, what is it I can do for you?” He folds his hands on the desk, sleeves pulling up to reveal the edge of a rose tattoo etched onto his wrist. 

“I’ll do it, but it’ll be my last job.” The words come out too hastily, spilling out from holding them in so firmly. You feel hot, shifting in your seat as you await his answer. 

His face says nothing. “You want to quit?”

“Yes.”

Namjoon nods, pushing his glasses a little further up his nose. “Is it just me you’re looking to part with, or are you leaving Seokjin too? It would be a loss for both him and the firm. He relies on your help a lot.” His voice tips somewhere between sharp and concerned — practiced. 

You’re careful with your words, but you know you have to make a statement. Show him that you’re not here to fool around and are certain in your decision. Show no fear. “Whatever happens between me and Seokjin is none of your concern. I will discuss those matters with him personally and privately.”

He furrows his brows. “I appreciate that you are trying to be professional about this. We all know you often let your emotions lead you. Is this about Jungkook, or about—“

“I don’t have to justify myself towards you. I’m not here to beat around the bush.” You are not going to let this man manipulate you into staying. 

Namjoon scoffs, leaning back in his chair with an unreadable expression. “Fine. I’ll put it simple for you then. You want to leave? Fine. Once you finish this job you’re free, but once you walk out I cannot protect you anymore. I won’t do anything for you, even if Seokjin asks.”

“I don’t care. I want out.” You grit your teeth. It’s obvious that he’s trying to guilt you back. Using Seokjin against you is a foul move. Namjoon is never one for drawn-out talking, formalities and the lies. He says what he wants when he wants to. Straightforward and sharp, manipulative is not a word you would use for him. This move is odd. He must  be hiding something.

“Okay, very well. It’ll be a loss to our team, though I don’t doubt that we’d be able to replace you. Was that all?” He’s so unbothered and it doesn’t make you feel any better, it makes you feel worse if anything. Jin’s always called this man dangerous, unpredictable — volatile even. What has he seen him do?

In the four years of working with Namjoon, you’ve never seen him lose his temper. Taehyung’s outbursts never tipped him over the edge. Even when Jungkook died he’d been the dictionary definition of self-composure. 

Forcing yourself to relax and drop your shoulder, you put your last term on the table. “I will do this, but I will not find Honey.”

His face changes immediately. “I didn’t ask you too.” The drop in his voice is so significant that it sends a harsh shiver up your spine. “I told you to.”

“I don’t care, I’m not bringing him back here.” Anger is audible in your voice as well, to your own surprise. The leather of the chair gives under your fingers where you grip it. 

In an attempt to steady yourself, you focus elsewhere. The just-not-black blue of his turtleneck, or the silver buttons on his blazer. His hands tense briefly and you flinch at the movement. 

“Do I need to explain to you what an order is?”

For Yoongi, you meet his ice cold gaze again. “Do I need to explain to you what 'no' means?”

“I would do as I say if I were you,” he threatens, eyes narrowing. “It’s not just your lives on the line here.”

Lives. Plural. You, Yoongi and someone else? “Don’t threaten others because I’m disobeying you. This isn’t about them.”

He tsks. “Who knew you had such a big mouth on you?” Namjoon grins, but there’s no trace of positivity in the gesture. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, just between you and me.” He leans forward, eyes devoid of anything but danger. “Your Baby,” he starts and you suck in your breath. “Never died in that care accident.”

You stare at him, words dying on your tongue as you repeat his words over and over in your head. He never died. Jungkook never died. No. That couldn’t be. You mourned him. You buried him. There’s no way. 

“Is this funny to you?” you snarl. 

“On the contrary, I’m very serious.” Unpredictable, Jin’s warning echoes in your mind. 

The second Namjoon reaches off to the side, you startle. He chuckles in response. Volatile.

You watch with dread as he reaches into the desk. Dangerous. 

You could run. Maybe you should. 

“Maybe this,” he says as he grabs something you can only assume is a weapon, “will change your mind.”

Everything stops — time, your heart — as you lay eyes on the tiny origami crane that sits in the palm of his hand. It’s impossible. “I…” It takes you back to Yoongi’s apartment. That one time, months ago, before the accident happened.

Tonight’s the first time you’ll be showing up at Yoongi’s place so casually, invited even. To say that you’re nervous is an understatement. Despite it just being dinner, you can’t help but check your make-up before you enter his building. All the times you were here before were simply because car sex is just terrible — something you figured out early on in your relationship. 

Your relationship. One that is now a proper relationship. Not just a quickie before work — or after. Something official. Boyfriend and girlfriend.

There’s no doorbell at his front door, so you knock, switching weight from left to right to stave off the nerves. You’re grossly overdressed, heels tapping against the concrete floor. Work kept you up and took away those extra fifteen minutes you’d allowed yourself to change clothes. So here you are, standing at his door in a grey pencil skirt and beige pumps. 

You thought your nerves were already at a high, but when it’s not Yoongi who opens the door, your heart drops into your shoes. Jungkook stands clad in black skinny jeans and a thin white shirt. 

He seems equally surprised to find you standing there. Wide-eyed, he takes you in properly. A sheepish grins slowly stretches out over his face when his gaze reaches the edge of your skirt. “How may I help you, ma’am?” he muses. 

A scowl appears on your face when he meets your face, but Yoongi beats you to the punch. 

“JUNGKOOK!” he yells, coming through one of the doors in the hallway and pulling the younger by the collar of his shirt. “I fucking told you that unless you start paying some goddamn rent, you can’t just go around pretending like you live here. Scoot.” He growls, shoving him down the hall with his foot. 

The scene unfolds in front of you — Yoongi smacking Jungkook over the back of his head — and you can’t help but be confused. Why is Jungkook here?

Yoongi motions for you to come inside and you chuckle. “So, honey. Dinner for three?”

Your boyfriend turns to you again, honey-blonde hair still damp from a shower, towel slung over his shoulder. “I’m really sorry about him. He came by without notice and I couldn’t exactly kick him out.” His eyes flicker to where Jungkook slips into the bathroom. “Come here.” One of his hands snakes around your waist as the other closes the door behind you. He pulls you in for a short kiss. “We can go out for dinner if you want,” he mumbles against your mouth. 

Pulling away, you regard the mess that is his living room. What you assume are Jungkook’s belongings are scattered over the couch. From the pillow and checkered blanket you guess that he slept there. “Does he stay with you often?” You’ve always been aware that they are friends, from before they joined your team. However, you were unaware that they were this close. Neither appeared to be the kind to form close friendships. 

Yoongi is a loner, cold and stand-offish to most. He prefers privacy, peace and quiet. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, is wild, bright, excited. Self-destructiveness etched into his very being. He has no time on his hands for friends. Or at least, that’s what he told you last week at the warehouse. 

Yoongi hums, splaying out a hand over your lower back. “We’ve known each other for a long time. He’s like a little brother to me. Even if he pays no rent!” he says, raising his voice on the last few words. “Just,” he pauses briefly, “don’t tell anybody. I don’t want Namjoon to use it against us…or you.” It’s warm — comfortable — being so close with him. Your hands rest on his shoulder as he tells you a bit more about him and Jungkook. How they met when Yoongi was working a small job at a gas station where Jungkook was trying to steal a snicker bar and a bottle of coke. The only food he apparently could get his hands on at the time. 

Yoongi’s letting his guard down by telling you this, that much is clear from the glassiness of his eyes. What had started as an adrenaline-filled fuck in the front seat of his car, has escalated into feelings neither of you can control. 

“I mean, if he’s really so important to you then I’m fine with him joining us.”

His eyes light up, just a little. “Really? I’d — I mean, you don’t have to do that for me.”

You kiss his cheek with a smile and move into the kitchen. “If you’re so serious about what you said last Friday night, you can see this as the mandatory introducing-me-to-your-family dinner.”

A blush visibly spreads across his cheeks. He’s thinking of the same thing as you. Of him fucking you — hard — bent over your desk at home. Of you screaming you’re his in the throes of pleasure, him growling a ‘mine’ in response. It’s not how you had expected the two of you to admit it, but a long-awaited discussion when you were both still sweaty and wrapped up in your blankets had confirmed that both of you were serious about it. So here you are. Together. 

“Are you okay with ordering takeout?” he asks, changing the topic. 

“Are you afraid that I’m going to be disappointed with your cooking skills?”

Yoongi narrows his eyes and closes in on your personal space again. You know this look all too well. He corners you against the counter, lips trailing over your cheek to your ear. “It’s more a case of me wondering if I can make you come before takeout arrives,” he whispers. 

You squeeze your thighs together, shuddering against him. Feeling his smirk in response as his teeth graze your ear has you arching into his chest with anticipation. “Think you can be quiet enough so Kook won’t hear?”

You’re about to pull him into a kiss when the bathroom door flies open, slamming against the wall. 

“I think the fuck not!” Jungkook yells, pointing at the two of you. 

Your cheeks heat up, realising the compromising position you’re in. Yoongi just groans, letting his head fall onto your shoulder. 

“I knew you two were fucking around. Do you realise I’m like, practically a minor? Is this even legal?” Jungkook makes haphazard gestures as he speaks. The fact that he’s not wearing much aside from a shirt and boxers doesn’t aid him. 

In fury, Yoongi throws his towel at the other, almost hitting him in the face. “If she stays over for dinner, can you behave?” he questions, sending over a death glare. 

You don’t move from where you are still pressed against the counter, Jungkook’s gaze flickering between you and Yoongi. He seems lost in thought, connecting the dots one by one. A few seconds pass, and then… “Are you dating her?!” The tone in Jungkook’s voice isn’t jovial, it’s sharp and accusing.

Yoongi’s stance changes suddenly, shoulders tightening. You can’t see his facial expression, but you reach out for his wrist in fear. 

“Out of all people, her?! What happened to you saying that she’s stuck up and rigid?” Jungkook barks and you feel the force of it through the startle in Yoongi’s body “This is such bullshit. Is she so—“

“Jungkook! Cut it out!” you call. 

He chuckles. Jungkook shakes his head and then bursts into laughter. Yoongi scoffs, pushing you away angrily and disappearing into his bedroom. You’re left with the brat. Everything about this situation is undoubtedly uncomfortable, though your anger gets the better of you. 

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” you snarl, causing Jungkook to stop mid-laugh. “Yoongi just told me you’re like a brother to him. That you’re important to him. Do you always act like such a child around him?” Your words are calm but your intentions are anything but. Jungkook stands baffled across the room, silently narrowing his eyes. “Do you not care about how he feels?”

“I’d watch my fucking mouth if I were you,” Jungkook growls, hands balling into fists. “You don’t know shit.”

“Exactly!” you snap, pointing a finger at him. “I don’t know you — all I know about you is that you’re an annoying kid who doesn’t give a shit about anybody but himself. You don’t know me either. But you know Yoongi. So stop acting like a little brat and show a little respect to the person who’s putting a roof over your goddamn head and make sure you get fed!”

Jungkook’s nostrils flare and he runs a rough hand through his pitch-black hair. He slams the bathroom door closed just for the sake of it. “I’m going for a smoke,” he hisses, snatching his pack of cigarettes off the table. The front door slams twice as hard, making the glasses rattle in the cabinets.

Your fingers are trembling when you tiptoe into Yoongi’s bedroom. He’s sitting on his bed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Kid’s going to give me a migraine for fuck’s sake. Why didn’t you just follow me into the room?”

As an only child, you don’t really understand the pains and joys of having a sibling. It’s Yoongi’s lack of anger and clear frustration that shows he cares. Maybe you were out of place to yell at Jungkook like that. You sit down beside him, kissing the cusp of his shoulder. “I’m sorry honey.”

“Don’t be. Don’t get me wrong — I love the kid, but he’s so fucking annoying sometimes. I feel like a parent with a six-year-old who throws tantrums when he can’t win at Overwatch.” Yoongi grumbles under his breath as you take his hand in yours. “You didn’t have to do that, you don’t have to put up with him.”

You hum against his skin, feeling him breathe slowly. “Did you really say that I’m stuck-up and rigid?”

“You’re wearing a pencil skirt. You get your nails done,” he admits, saying it as if they’re the two biggest turn-offs ever. A soft kiss to your temple makes up for it. You understand where he’s coming from, the two of you come from vastly different lives. Yoongi lives from what he can get, usually dressed like the type of guy you’d stay away from on any other given day. Yet, your lives crossed at the intersection where you both dabbled in the illegal world. 

Yoongi, like Jungkook, is capricious. He changes moods within a second, something you had to learn to deal with. Most of the time however, he is calm, collected. The affection he shows, like how he presses his nose to your hair now, is a recent development. One you love. 

“I digress,” he whispers as he trails a finger along the hem of your skirt. “You look hot in a pencil skirt.”

The quick slap you deliver to his thigh echoes through the small room. “No more riling me up near the minor.” 

“He’s 20.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” You raise an eyebrow and pull a laugh from him. It’s then, laughing with him in his room, that you notice his dresser is littered with tiny origami cranes. “What are those?”

Yoongi’s expression softens as he follows your line of vision. He falls silent, fingers lacing with yours. “They’re Jungkook’s.” His voice wavers slightly, so you rub your thumb over the back of his hand as he fixates on the small birds. 

“He — I’m not sure what he’s been up to these days. Ever since we started working for Namjoon and Seokjin, he’s been off. Disappearing for days on end. No texts, no calls. It worries me and it wouldn’t be the first time I find him beat up on the streets.” Yoongi’s voice tightens. “He’s been leaving these around as some sort of ‘I’m okay’ message, because I said something about it a while ago. I find them whenever he leaves. Or they’ll turn up when he’s been gone for a few days. His way of saying he was here, I think.”

Silene envelops you both. To your right, you can see Jungkook’s silhouette where he stands outside. Yoongi’s hand squeezes yours. “I don’t want to throw them away,” he mumbles. “I keep thinking that — if something happens to him — it’ll be all I have left.”

You look again at the small pile on his dresser. Some people take pictures, writer letters. People save jewellery and clothes. You still have video’s your parents made of you when you were a child. Yoongi has nothing personal of Jungkook’s but a few paper birds. Something so fragile, yet so meaningful. 

It’s the first secret Yoongi shares with you in the confines of his bedroom. The first of many. 

Neither of you is surprised to find a small, white carne on the porch that evening.

The crane falls over slightly when Namjoon sets it down on the desk. You stare at it as if it might catch on fire if you try hard enough. Like it might take flight and disappear. Your heart thunders in your chest and you fear Namjoon may be able to hear it. You fear that he might notice the trembling in your hands that you attempt to still by clasping them together in your lap. 

This can’t be real. Jungkook cannot be alive. You buried him. If it hadn’t been him then who did you bury all those months ago? Whose life have you mourned? Why hasn’t he reached out. To you, to Yoongi. 

It can’t be real. Not as real as the memory you have of last Christmas when you sat by the small, decorated tree as Jungkook taught you how to fold these cranes. 

“Everyone can fold cranes, Namjoon,” you choke out. You don’t have the strength to cover the turmoil that spills out between your words. “Is this a joke to you?”

“As I said before, I’m very serious about this. Not that I have any idea what this,” he stats, pointing at the crane, “means. I’m just passing on the message.” He pushes it towards you, one of its wings crumpled. “It seems like the message has been received.”

There’s no way that Namjoon knows about this. The only explanation is that Jungkook told him this secret that has just been between him, Yoongi and you. Your secret code, your message. He must be playing you. However, you don’t see how he could know this unless Jungkook really is alive. Or was alive long enough to tell him. 

You bite your lips, fingers reaching out to tip the tiny birds upright, digit trailing along the edge of the paper. “So he is alive?” The crane weighs next to nothing as you take it in your hand. Flattening it so you can take it with you. Maybe, you think when you close your fingers around it, you can feel the answer to your question like this. 

“Possibly.”

Anger flares up inside you too quickly that the chair topples back when you stand. Your hands slam down on the wooden desk, staring straight at the man in front of you. “Is this a game to you? Do you like playing with people’s emotions? Their lives?”

Namjoon is utterly unfazed by your outburst, merely cracking his knuckles and leaning in closer. “I’m not playing with anybody’s life.”

“Then tell me where he is! Tell me that he’s alive!”

“I can’t do that.”

You shake your head, hair falling over your shoulders. “I won’t take that, I can’t. Does Seokjin know about this?”

He shrugs. “What I discuss with Seokjin is not of your concern, now is it?”

“Then tell me what the fuck you did to Jungkook, you coward!”

The lack of reply from him makes your scream seem louder. He’s not bothered. His eyes remain on you as he slowly leans back, pushing his chair back to stand up and walk around the desk. A shiver runs up your spine and you fight the urge to stagger back when he stops to tower over you. 

“Listen to what I’m about to say,” he warns. “You work for me. I’m giving you an order. Right now, it’s not just in your best interest to do as I say. So before you say something you will regret, look at that useless piece of paper in your hand and think really hard.” His cologne is pungent, mixed with the smell of cigarettes, it’s nauseating up close. “This is your last chance. Think about Honey, about Baby. You wouldn’t want more blood on—“

The palm of your hand connects with his cheek. You hear the impact before you feel the burn on your skin. He takes a step back, holding his jaw, looking back at you with anger. 

Fear isn’t powerful enough to hold you back anymore. You’re burning, jaw set tight as you stare at him in disgust. “You’re a monster, you know that? Jungkook was 21! We mourned him! It broke all of us and you’re trying to use him as fucking bait! You’re si—“

Namjoon clasps his hand around your upper arm to tug you close, drawing a helpless whimper from your throat. The pain is red hot as he squeezes tight enough to bruise. Dangerous, Jin’s voice echoes. He grasped that arm on purpose. The arm that’s laced with sensitive scar tissue from the asphalt and a badly healed fracture from the accident. 

The look in his eyes is feral, nostrils flared as he leans his face close to yours. “Do you honestly think that I’m afraid of a little thing like you? Are you aware of the things I could do to you? To Jungkook? Yoongi? Jimin?”

The door slams open. Someone breaks Namjoon’s grip on you and pulls you back by an arm around your waist. You thrash in reflex, though you’re only pulled closer into their chest. At the sound of his voice, you still your struggle. 

“Calm down,” Hoseok whispers in your ear, holding you tight. “Calm.”

You try to control your breathing, staring up at the brunette whose eyes are trained on Namjoon. The man standing mere feet away from you takes Hoseok in as he holds you protectively against him. The tension sticks to your skin, bile rising up in your throat as you try to relax in your friend’s hold.

Hoseok is anything but relaxed. He’s wound tight, ready to pounce. “What’s going on here?” he questions, eyes not leaving Namjoon. You recognise this. The stance, the guarded look in his eyes. You’ve seen it before when Yoongi had snapped at Taehyung. You’ve single handedly witnessed the precision in Hoseok’s technique when he fights. The force of his right hook. He can and will do anything to protect Taehyung. Right now, he’s prepared to do the same for you. 

With trembling fingers, you place a palm against his chest. His heartbeat is so steady, but his gaze flickers to you for a mere second. Namjoon’s afraid to move, most likely aware that he doesn’t stand a chance against Hoseok. 

You break the silence. “I think I should go.”

Namjoon straightens up, giving you a short nod. “I hope you think about what I said, but I’m willing to give you what you want regardless of what you decide.”

You frown, unsure of his intentions. “What about—“

“It remains an order, but I don’t need you to do that for me. Know that I’m doing you a favour by giving you the chance to do it yourself. If you don’t do it, I will take matters into my own hands.” He calmly strides back to his desk as if he hadn’t just nearly snapped your arm in half. Hoseok still follows him, his eyes moving carefully. 

You nod at Namjoon, grabbing a hold of Hoseok’s wrist. “Come on.” You gesture towards the door. 

He shakes his head, an unreadable expression on his face. “I have my own reasons to be here, I’ll call you later.”

“Okay,” you mumble, reluctantly peeling his hand off your waist. “Take care.”

Once outside, the heft of Namjoon’s words hit you full force. The implications that lay within them make you shudder. You don’t want him to take matters into his own hands. You’d prevent that at any costs. The mere thought of him hurting Yoongi — you can’t let those thoughts consume you. 

You realise that you’re still clutching the crane in your fist. By now, its wings are crumpled. You take it to your office, carefully straightening out the wings and the tail one by one. Tears well up in your eyes as you do. It’s not repairable. A tear runs down your cheek and hits the desk. 

The possibility of Jungkook being alive feels like a dream you forgot was a dream. An uncertainty. Impossible. Unimaginable. You can’t shake the feeling. The thought that Jungkook is out there somewhere…he could be anywhere, with anyone. Hurt, distraught, frightened, alone. Alone. As long as he isn’t alone, you think as you lay your head on your arms to cry. 

Jungkook. Bright eyes, bright smile, brighter soul. He — as cliché as it sounds — burned bright like a wildfire, destructive and all-consuming. Living — breathing the need for excitement, the will to thrive. All that burns doesn’t last though, eventually it runs out of fuel, out of oxygen. 

When you’d first met him he’d seemed quiet and observant, maybe even polite. Nothing had been less true. Jungkook’s big mouth and terrible attitude revealed themselves quickly, especially around Yoongi. Dating Yoongi had meant being a part of a trio, the two of them are inseparable. Frequent family dinners and joined Christmas celebrations brought trust you hadn’t expected. 

Jungkook had trusted you enough to come to your door when Yoongi had walked out on him after a fight. He trusted you enough to ask you to protect Yoongi in case anything ever happened to him. A failed promise. 

It’s been a while since you missed either of them this much. Since you thought about them so vividly you can almost feel them. Jungkook’s presence on the edge of the couch, feet tucked under your thighs. Or Yoongi’s hands running through your hair, lips trailing up your neck, grinning. 

This whole situation is messed up, but taking a chance on Jungkook’s life is not an option. If him being alive is viable, you have to do this. You have to tell Yoongi. If he won’t help for you, maybe he will for Jungkook. 

If it turns out that Namjoon is just baiting you, you will take that blame. It’ll just be another guilt to bear, but it won’t be worse than the one that already rests upon your shoulders. It could never outweigh the guilt of Jungkook being alive and Yoongi not knowing because of you. Or the guilt of Jungkook dying because you didn’t listen to Namjoon.

For both of them, you cannot stop here.

Jimin’s apartment has always been your place of solace and laughter. He stands stirring a pot of curry as you recite everything that’s happened over the past days. Starting from the moment Namjoon asked you to find Honey, to finding yourself crying in your office unsure of what to do with the possibility of Jungkook being alive on the horizon. Jimin knows — has always known — that you want to quit. That you’ve felt so ever since Jungkook passed away. A feeling that’s only amplified now. 

He glances at you occasionally, humming affirmatives, filling up your empty wine glass. You find comfort in his presence, in his normalcy. When you tell him about Jungkook, he doesn’t speak for a good minute. Yet the ladle remains still where he holds it, indicating his thoughts. He ends up choking out something you haven’t considered yet. 

“I don’t know if I want that to be true.”

You understand that it may be easier to keep going the way you have instead of bearing the pain of knowing you’d buried a stranger. The realisation of having mourned someone who’s alive. 

“I haven’t talked to Jin yet,” you whisper. 

Jimin tilts his head. “You went to Namjoon without consulting Jin? Balls girl, balls.”

You snort, drawing patterns on Jimin’s fake marble countertop. “I have to talk to him though.”

“You do. Do you think he knows?”

“About Jungkook? I don’t know. Part of me wants to believe that Jin would’ve told me if he did.”

Jimin makes a weird gesture with his chopsticks. “Maybe Namjoon’s like — you know — holding a figurative gun to his head or something.”

“Jimin!”

He holds up his hands in defense. “What?! You’ve been trying to sweep this shit under the rug for years now. This job we’re doing is serious and it’s dangerous. Who knows what goes on behind the scenes!”

“I didn’t come here for you to make me feel worse than I already am!” 

Jimin chuckles, taking your hand in his. “Listen, this friendship contract states that I must be honest with you at all times. Nobody said anything about saying what you wanna hear so you won't cry. No shame in crying.”

You sigh, grateful for his attitude. It’s hard to be sad around Jimin, his slight inability to be serious always makes you lighten up a little. “I just —“

“Wish you could go back?”

Yes. You wish you could go back to the moment before you made the miscalculation that made you and Jungkook have to fight for your lives and inevitably caused Yoongi’s car to crash on the highway after a rapid chase. 

“Listen, okay. Seokjin loves you, we all do. He’s not going to keep this from you if he doesn’t feel like he has to.”

When you down the rest of the wine and make grabby hands for the bottle that stands by the sink, Jimin pushes it out of your reach. “Hey!” you protest. 

“Girl, you either mope or you get drunk. We don’t get drunk when mentally vulnerable in this household.” Jimin stashes the bottle back in it’s designated spot and you shrug off your vest. “I’m sure Jin wi— What the fuck is that?” he gasps, eyes landing on the bruise around your already scarred arm. “Did Namjoon do that?”

He retrieves an ice pack from his freezer and you try to fight him off. Eventually, you end up holding it yourself as Jimin cleans off the kitchen island. Much to your dismay you stay seated as you were.

“I can’t believe that fucker laid a hand on you. Wait until I get back to my computer. I will find all his goddamn money and wire it somewhere he will never find it. Piece of shit.”

Jimin’s hair is a mess by the time he’s done ranting. A short-lived outburst that dies down when he sees your downcast gaze. “Hey, come here,” he says, pulling you into a tight hug. “I promise it’s going to be alright.” He rests his chin on top of your head, slightly swaying you from side to side. 

You wrap your arms around his waist and cry into his chest. You feel like a child as you stain his black shirt with tears and mascara smudges. He smooths a hand down your hair to let you know that it’s okay. Draws circles at the base of your skull until you calm down.. 

“No matter what you decide,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I will be by your side.” He pulls away to cup your cheeks in his hand. “I might get angry with you, but I will be there.”

You chuckle as he squishes your cheeks together. Jimin’s known  you for years. After your terrible attempt of hitting on him when both of you were way too drunk, he’d told you he was gay. Though neither of you remember how he’d ended up on your couch that night. 

Jimin has since then become a staple in your life. Won his way into your heart with delicious food and some holy grail dating advice. He always knows what to do or say. Nobody can replace him, you’re not willing to live without him. Ever. Even if it means you have to pry him out of Namjoon’s hands. 

Despite your hopes, Jimin’s always told you he doesn’t really want to stop working for Jin and Namjoon. He gets all the thrills, the money, without virtually any of the danger. You fear for him though. Even if he’s too smart and calculating to be reckless, like yourself. Namjoon is the unknown variable in that formula. 

“Are you going to find Yoongi then?” he asks. 

Jimin knows you still have feelings for Yoongi. He knows the answer to that question. After all, it was Jimin who’d picked up your pieces when he left. It was his shoulder you cried on. His bed you slept in. Now, the threat of a lecture hangs in the air. 

“Yes.”

Jimin sighs as you expected he would. “Why would you do that? Do you not remember all the fucked up things he said to you? Do you not remember drowning your own sorrows in my bed with a bottle of vodka for an entire week?”

He’s not wrong. But he doesn't know the whole truth. He doesn’t know that you’ve been equally hurtful to Yoongi. It was a two-sided fight that broke you. You didn’t realise it at that time, but you know it now. Hindsight is twenty-twenty. “I hurt him too Jimin.”

“You had the right to.”

“Don’t,” you plead softly. 

Jimin's gaze softens then. Pity and worry are clear in his brown eyes. But he’s there for you as he said he would be. “What do you need me to do?”

You remember the chase, from a back road onto a highway. Jungkook seated in the back, you in the passenger seat. Yoongi drove, both hands on the wheel. Three, maybe four cars behind you, forcing you down the lanes. 

Yoongi took a risk, swerving the car over to the far left. Screeching tires and smoke behind you, he’d slipped between a small gap in the vanguard. 

Thinking he was free, he’d let out a sigh, fingers finding yours. Jungkook was laughing and screaming in the backseat. Elated, high on adrenaline. It lasted mere seconds. 

A car rammed your backside, tipping you over. The last thing you remember from that night is Yoongi’s hand slipping from yours to try and control the wheel. It was followed by the sting of glass, everywhere, and the scrape of asphalt on your skin.

When you’d woken up, you were told that you’d been ejected from the car. That you were lucky. Your only injuries were a severe concussion, broken rics, a broken arm, and dozens of flesh wounds on your arms, side and leg. A cast would’ve only caused issues to the wounds that had needed daily cleaning, so you’d gotten pins. They’d set your arm, but it had never healed properly. You  still feel that pain every day. 

Yoongi has sustained the least injuries, the worst of which was a broken leg. They’d found him entangled in his seatbelt. Unlike you, he’d been wearing one. 

Jungkook had taken most of the impact from the initial hit. He too wasn’t wearing his seatbelt. When the car flipped over, he had gotten thrown around in the small space like a rag doll. He was dead when the paramedics arrived.

You swallow thickly, closing your eyes. The accident was mostly a blur for you. You don’t remember getting thrown out of the car, but you remember hitting the road. Lucky, they had called you. Lucky that you didn’t break your neck or back. Lucky that you had ended up on the emergency lane. 

Tonight, you stand on the bridge where you and Yoongi had met for the first time outside of work. He had been here for the thrill of adrenaline. To drive high-speed across an old road for nothing more than dirty money and excitement. You were merely a spectator, as you are now. 

You look down at the people below, music thrumming even all the way up here. People mingle, move, a couple is making out a few yards to your left. Everything seems familiar, yet so far away as you try to search for him in the crowd. 

There are only four cars lined up in the back by the trees. Their colours are indistinguishable, as are their drivers that pace around. 

Yoongi would always be driving, sitting with his legs spread and one hand on the steering wheel. Driving was like second nature to him, devilishly fast. A chase, an escape, a race. Anything as long as he got to tame a car to full control. No matter the vehicle, he’d bend the steel to his will. 

There was a certainty in the way he drove. Until you crashed. 

“Is this where we first met?”

You whirl around at the sound of his voice. He stands behind you, hands shoves into his pocket, hair tucked away under a black baseball cap. 

Yoongi.

A shiver runs up your spine as he observes you, eyes ghosting over your body. Neither of you speak, but he grins. He grins and your knees buckle at the sight. Unfortunately, the grin doesn’t reach his eyes. It is sad. Sad that you want nothing more than to run over and jump into his arm. 

“Cat got your tongue?” he asks, voice rough as he nears you. The tilt of his head is playful, and part of you wonders if he’s happy to see you. Or maybe he’s just drunk. Yoongi reaches into his pocket as if to answer your question, stepping over and holding out his flask to you. “Drink with me?”

Without a word, you take it from him, fingers brushing his momentarily. Just enough to pull at your heart. There’s whiskey inside. Your nose scrunches up at the smell but you take a big swig regardless. “No.” 

“No?” he raises his eyebrows as he leans on the edge of the bridge beside you. 

“No, this is not where we first met,” you state, handing the flask back to him with shaky fingers. He looks good. The lights from below accentuate his features — the cut of his jaw, the gentle slope of his cheeks. It’s almost as if he gained a little weight. He looks healthy. 

He nods. “Then where?”

“Technically, we first met at the warehouse.”

Yoongi looks at you, not trying to hide it. He acts so casually that maybe you don’t affect him as much as he still affects you. “That doesn’t count. We’re different people at work. This is where we met, I remember it.” He smiles, so widely that it hurts your chest. “This is where you called me Honey for the first time.”

His codename is your doing. It started out as a joke, something maybe a little patronising, but also a little flirty. Jimin caught ear of it on a job and Honey with a capital-H was born. Boy, did he hate it at first. The glare you’d received when Jimin dubbed him Honey had scared you a little. 

He takes another shot of the flask, throat bobbing as he swallows. You know you’re staring, but you can’t help it any longer. Yoongi — something about him has always drawn you in. He makes you want, crave, desire. In more ways than you thought possible. 

The whiskey burns down your throat the second time, but you hold your cough. “Are you not driving?” It’s a question maybe you shouldn’t ask, it holds too many implications. 

You hold your breath as you await his answer, observing him like he’s observing you. His gaze is familiar, a caress almost. How you can yearn for something so small. His proximity satiates your needs to touch him — for now. The perfume he wears hasn’t changed. It still smells like sandalwood and cloves. 

Unable to help yourself, you smile nervously. 

He’s not going to answer. He doesn’t have to. So you hand back the flask. Two shots of whiskey are enough for you in this state. Especially around him. 

His hand suddenly clasps over yours, stepping closer. Your breath hitches. 

“If I tell you that I’m driving,” he whispers low, voice rough, “will you drive with me?”

Your lips tremble as he nears, breath fanning out over your lips. He’s so close that you can feel the warmth of his body seeping through his white shirt. It’s dizzying, having him so close after so long. A mere brush of his fingers against yours and you’re putty in his hands. Your heart is racing, but your mind calls for a stop. You shouldn’t want him like this — need him. He hurt you, you hurt him. 

Yet here you are, falling back into him as if you’re still his. As if he’s still yours. 

“Yoongi,” you croak.

He shakes his head. “I know.” His hand disappears from yours and you almost flinch as he cups your face in his hands. The tips of his fingers slide into your hair, so gently you ache for more. Yoongi searches your eyes for something. “God, I know I can’t do this.”

He tips his cap off, hair falling messily over his forehead. “I know that you’re here for a reason. And that reason isn’t to tell me how much you missed me, how much you want me.”

You stare at him, perplexed. His words hurt. You do miss him. You do want him. There’s nothing more that you want now than to wind your arms around his neck and pull him against you. Kiss him, hold him. Have him but — he’s right, you can’t. You’re here for a reason. 

“I—“ he starts, stopping to wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. “I missed you,” he croaks, resting his forehead against yours with closed eyes. He closes his eyes, one hand trailing along your neck. “Just — let me have you. Let me have you before you tell me why you’re here and break my heart. Just for a little while.”

He isn’t drunk. His hands are too steady, his breath smells too clean. If anything, you’re as drunk as he is. Drunk on the feeling of him near you, wanting you. When he opens his eyes, they’re darker than before. 

Your lips part. “Then have me.”

It’s all he needs. 

His lips find yours in a frenzy, delirious as your back is pressed against the balustrade. It’s cold, but he’s warm. Warm as he sighs against your lips, his body slotting with yours. He groans out your name as your fingers tangle into his hair. It’s rough like his grip on your hips. 

When you moan, he licks into your mouth. Hot, frantic, the feeling goes straight to your core. He presses closer, a leg between yours, chest to chest. Kissing Yoongi gets you alight. 

Your hand dips under his shirt, caressing the expanse of his back as he pulls your lip between his teeth. 

“Fuck,” he groans, dipping in again. Swollen-lipped and heavy-handed he hoists your leg around his waist. Your fingertips edge over his lower back, dipping into the waistband of his skinny jeans. 

His tongue slides against yours and you keen when he rolls his hips. He’s hard, pressing against you and you can’t help but grind down in his grasp. 

“Shit — not here,” he says against your mouth. 

Both of you are breathing heavy as you find his car. He shoves you against it, lips attacking your neck. 

“Yoongi,” you moan as he bites down. “Yoongi.”

He hums against your skin, teeth grazing your collarbone as if he can’t get enough of your taste. He licks a stripe up your neck, fingers burning hot against your waist. “Say my name like that one more time and I will take you right here over the hood of my car.”

The idea is tempting. You’re so wet at the thought that it makes you blush — has you squeezing your thighs together. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Getting fucking out in the open like that, where anyone could see.” His voice is raspy against your throat where he sucks another bruise just shy of the corner of your jaw. Lips so soft, so familiar. It’s as if he was never gone, touching you everywhere you need him to. 

You slip a hand into his back pocket, squeezing his ass and pushing him against you. “Not tonight,” you pant, throwing your head back as he grinds between your parted legs. “Just want you — no-one else around.”

Yoongi’s mouth finds yours again as he pulls both of you into the car. You straddle him in the front seat, searing hot kiss. Your hands under his shirt, finding all those familiar spots that make him tremble beneath you. 

At this rate — panting, moaning, grinding — you’re both going to come without even shedding a single piece of clothing. It’s like that night after the first time you raced with him. 

“Yoongi,” you moan when he gropes your ass. “Fuck.”

“How wet are you?” Nothing comes from your lips but a mewl as he slides a hand between your bodies to cup you through your jeans. “How much do you want me?”

You nod. “So much.” 

He chuckles, craning his neck as you mouth along the column of his throat. 

“Not in here,” you mumble. 

He swears in response, lifting you up and shoving a hand down his jeans to readjust himself. “Get in the passenger seat,” he pants. “Otherwise I will fuck you right here and right now.”

Crawling over the console turns out to be much more of a struggle than you remember. He helps you, cursing the stick shift as you get caught on it. Not being able to resist, you pull him in for a gentle kiss once you’re seated. 

His fingers ghost past your chest. “Won’t you ever learn.”

You startle as he tugs the seatbelt across your body, his eyes meeting yours. He doesn’t speak, but shifts awkwardly in his seat, starting the car. It roars to life. 

Yoongi drives fast, turning sharply onto a busy road. Seeing him like this — panting behind the wheel with his fingers wound tightly around the leather — makes your chest swell. It’s like before. Although this time you don’t reach out to touch him. You’re afraid to. 

“Don’t,” Yoongi speaks suddenly, voice hoarse. His hand moves to your thigh, squeezing gently.  “Don’t think about it.” He doesn’t look at you, though you know he’s watching. Your eyes stay trained on his hand, veins prominent against his skin.

The moment of tension is short-lived. The second Yoongi gets you out of the car and into his new apartment building, he’s on you again. In the elevator you’re pressed against the side — you swear at how cold it feels as he kisses you deeply. Your fingers hold onto anything, his jacket, his hair, his shoulders. Both of you stumble outside once you reach his floor. He haphazardly guides you, turns you to press himself against your backside as he reaches around to open the door. 

Inside, neither of you waste time. You shove his army-green jacket off his shoulders. His mouth is back on yours within seconds, pressing you against the nearest thing he can find. Both of your breaths ragged, hair a mess — full of want and need. Yoongi moans, head dropped against your shoulder as you palm him through his jeans. 

“Want to feel you,” you whisper into his ear, squeezing him. “Been so long.”

The growl he lets out is nothing short of animalistic. He lifts one of your legs around his waist again and shows you just how much he wants you. “Off,” he grunts, shoving at your leather jacket. 

Suddenly, pain shoots up your arm and you whimper. It’s so intense, you can feel it in your fingers. 

Yoongi stops dead in his tracks upon hearing the noise that leaves your lips. He knows you well enough to distinguish pain from pleasure. 

When you move to reassure him — trying to reach up — your jacket catches around your arm and you wince again. 

“Stop.” His voice is firm, gripping your wrist to still you. 

He hasn’t seen the scars, not this up close — you try to stop him, but he freezes when he manages to free you of the garment. His eyes are wise, jaw locked tight. 

You follow his gaze, finding the finger-shaped bruises on the inside of your arm. 

“Who did this?” he asks, looking at you in worry. 

You shake your head as you slide back onto your feet properly. The pain is calmed to a dull throb now that you’re no longer restricted. It’s the answer to his question that swells your throat and reminds you of why you are here. 

“Tell me,” he demands. 

If you tell him, he will get angry, you know this. The bruise looks worse than you thought. It’s dark against your skin, undeniably the print of a hand. 

“Y/N, tell me!” 

“Namjoon,” you sputter. “It was Namjoon.”

Yoongi turns, fist colliding with one of the kitchen cabinets. You flinch. “Fuck!” he yells. “That rotten piece of — I will fucking teach him.” Yoongi rages, back turned to you as he swears under his breath. 

He hasn’t changed, you realise. He’s still the Yoongi you fell for, flaws and all. He has yet to lose his terribly short temper that shows when those he cares about get hurt. 

“Yoongi,” you say softly, reaching out for him. “Hey, look at me.”

When he finally turns around you cup his face in your hands, to make him look at you. He almost vibrates with anger — you can feel him grit his teeth as he opens his eyes. 

Brushing the hair out of his face, his fingers shakily come up to your waist. As if you ground him, he holds you so gently as if you might break. 

“I’m okay,” you whisper. “It’s okay.” He trembles, tears welling up in his eyes. “Come here.” Pulling him close is easy, he’s pliant, so tender as he wraps his arms around your waist. 

He won’t cry — never will, even when he presses his face to the crook of your neck. You card your fingers through his hair to soothe him. Fighting back your own tears is hard as he splays his fingers over your back underneath your shirt. 

He takes a shaky breath. “I should’ve taken you with me,” he croaks. “I shouldn’t have left you, I should’ve —“ He tightens his hold on you, unable to speak. Unable to form the words you can feel in the mere way he holds you. Time passes you by as you stand there and embrace him, everything does. Everything but him, in your arms, warm and close. The lust you both felt is long forgotten, only still evident in the wrinkles of your clothes and the tangles in your hair. 

Yoongi sighs in your embrace as he lifts to press a kiss into your hair. An audible gasp leaves his lips and you pull away to look at him. His gaze is set on somewhere past you. Somewhere where — as you turn — you see the small origami crane lying amongst the heap of your jackets. It stands out — a stark white piece of paper meticulously folded. 

“Yoo—“

“Why are you here?” he whispers in a strangled voice. 

You bite your lips, unable to look at him as you feel his hands drop from your body. 

He steps away. “Please tell me why you’re here.”

When you look up at him you expect to find him enraged, upset. You don’t expect to see tears roll down his cheeks as he looks at you like you’ve just torn his heart right from his chest. 

You could lie to him — maybe you should. How can you tell him that Jungkook might be alive when the mere sight of a crane hurts him enough to bring him to tears. It would be too much. 

Yet, you know you owe him the truth and nothing else. “Namjo—“

“Namjoon?!” he snaps, not even letting you finish. “You’re here for Namjoon? Did he ask you to come here?” He scoffs, shaking his head at you. “I can’t believe you, you fucking minx. You knew, didn’t you? That the second I would lay my eyes on you I’d fall in love with you all over again? That I wouldn’t be able to resist you?”

Love, a word he’s always used so sparingly. You’d never expect to hear it from him again. Hearing it spat from his mouth in such a malicious way is like being poked with a red-hot iron. 

“Did you bring that to persuade me? In case I didn’t want you anymore? Is that it? If I had told you no, said that I didn’t care about you — would you have used Jungkook against me? Are you really that r—“

“STOP!” you scream, hands coming up to cover your ears. “Just stop!”

He stares at you, perplexed as you try to hold in your own tears. The silence Is deafening, painful — filled with hate and pain and fear.

“Do you really think that I would do that? That I would use you? That after everything we went through that I would even consider to use Jungkook like that?” Tears fall and you don’t stop them. It’s no use. “That you for one second even considered that I would use your feelings for me against you — you don’t love me Yoongi.” It hits you as you speak, knocking the air out of your chest. 

“You — you know what, this isn’t about us. I didn’t come here to mend us or to see if you still love me. I didn’t even expect you to look at me twice. You’re the one that ran away Yoongi, not me. You left.” You take a deep breath. “You said fuck you I don’t want to be with you anymore. But that’s not why I’m here.”

When you stop, your breath comes out in pants, your blood is boiling, heart racing so fast you think you might pass out. The reality of this situation is darker, more complex than you can handle. From here, there is only one way forward, you can’t take anything back. 

“Then why?” His tone is louder than his voice, sharp, menacing. 

If you didn’t know Yoongi as well as you like to think you do, you would’ve walked away. You wouldn’t even consider giving him the satisfaction of knowing. To let him hurt you like this without considering to listen to you. 

The truth is that you love him, too much to step away. Your heart needs to make amends. “Because of Jungkook. Namjo—“

“I don’t care about fucking Namjoon! Look at what he did to you? And you’re still working for him?!” Yoongi yells, gesturing towards your bruises. “He’s going to get you k—“

“Jungkook might be alive!” you yell back, drowning out the end of his sentence. 

© GguksGalaxy 2019

Special thanks to: @lapysllazuly @ghoularaki @sunshineangelhobi 

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