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daegudrama · 2 years ago
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💜Spoiler #2💜
Title: Club Nabi
Pairing: Reader/Park Jimin
Summary: Reader meets a stranger at the club and ends up in a compromising position in the bathroom.
Word Count: 1604 words
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goldenhickeysandramen · 2 months ago
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★・・MY BOYS THE BIG STARS・・★
Seven
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Like Crazy
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Standing next to you
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And now WHO
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hannieehaee · 9 months ago
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18+ / mdi
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content: loser!jungkook, sub!jungkook, softdom!reader, afab reader, loss of virginity, smut, dry humping, handjob, penetrative sex, etc.
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, extra
wc: 1894
a/n: this wasnt proofread at all so pls excuse any mistakes</3
masterlist
"o-oh, i don't think we should-"
"you don't want to?", you pouted at the wide eyed boy under you, hand on his chin as you made him look straight into your eyes.
"it's not that- it's just that, uh, i- i wouldnt want to be disrespectful or anything," he stumbled over his words, bunny teeth biting into his bottom lip.
you chuckled patronizingly, readjusting yourself on his lap and making him let out a low hiss at the movement.
"it's okay, bunny. we're just having fun, right? nothing wrong with it if we both want it, hmm?", your hands went down to his dress shirt, playing with the collar, undoing the very top button, "plus, we did make a deal, didn't we, bunny?"
oh, right. the deal.
jungkook's eyes almost rolled back at the implication of the agreement you had unexpectedly dropped onto his lap a few days ago.
your grade for your statistics class had somehow dropped below average somewhere along the semester, which caused your professor to recommend some tutoring to you, claiming that you'd likely not be able to graduate if you failed this class, as it was a requirement.
being in your senior year of college, failing was not a risk you could take, so you pleaded with your professor to assign you a tutor, whomever he deemed the smartest. that's when jungkook came into the picture.
by all means, jungkook could easily be described as a loser. his only friends were fellow members of the anime club, taehyung and jimin, equally as virginal as himself. more than anything, jungkook was just incredibly socially awkward, leading him to a life of loserdom as he made no friends and zero good impressions in life. this led him to dedicate all his efforts to school and give up on any social endeavors.
when the professor had asked him to tutor one of his lower-graded students, jungkook had no issue with it. he was offered extra credit if he did so, so it just seemed like a win-win situation to him. it wasnt until jungkook was told it'd be you he'd be tutoring that he began to have a problem with it.
now, jungkook didn't know you, he simply knew of you. so what if he had a crush on you? he didn't need to know the ins and outs of your personality to be into you.
except he kind of did.
to be quite frank, jungkook had a slight obsession with you ever since meeting you at orientation a few years ago. his friends were aware of his crush on you, always teasing him for taking the same classes you did just to get a glimpse of you whenever he could.
how did he find out your schedule? as ashamed as he was to admit it, he had wrongfully used his power as an administrative assistant on campus. he knew he wasnt supposed to, but he couldnt help in looking up your name and saving your schedule for future use.
unfortunately, jungkook never did anything other than coordinate your schedules. he was far too shy to even make eye contact with you, having never even introduced himself to you.
and now he had to tutor you. alone in your room as you sat side by side.
at least that was what he had pictured, not this. not you catching onto his crush immediately and proposing you pay him back for his efforts in the form of taking his virginity.
he could've sworn he almost had a heart attack when you'd shamelessly suggested it, somehow clocking both his crush and his virginal state within twenty minutes of your first session.
that session had ended quickly after that, with jungkook sheepishly accepting with a desperate nod and receiving a chaste kiss on his cheek as a goodbye.
and now you straddled him while he sat on your bed, hands shyly holding onto your hips.
"y-yeah, the deal," he breathed through his nose, mentally preparing himself for whatever you'd do to him. he'd take anything you gave him.
you grinned at him, lowering your head to kiss at his neck, making him immediately sigh in pleasure. he could feel the stickiness of your lipgloss leaving its mark on his neck, but he didnt care. he wished the marks could stay forever.
nibbling at his neck, you made some longer-lasting marks, making him groan as his fingers dug into your pajama-clad hips. that's when your lips made their way back up, catching his own on his first kiss ever.
he knew he might've been awkward in how he kissed, but you didn't seem to mind it, taking his jaw in your hand and tilting his head so you could lick into his mouth. his soul left him at that moment, with his tongue far too desperate in its movement while yours remained slow and sensual. despite how messy he was, you still moaned against his lips, beginning to grind your hips into his own.
"a-ah, that's ... fuck," he breathed out.
"you like how that feels, bunny?" you whispered into his mouth, "just wait til you feel my pussy,"
this time his eyes did roll back. the mere thought of you wrapped around him made him want to rip his hair out in desperation, almost unable to wait until you have yourself to him.
you continued to suckle on his tongue, making him grow more and more frustrated by the second. your hands eventually came to fully unbutton his shirt, removing it before beginning to feel up his chest and arms, gasping into his mouth when his own arms wrapped around you and brought you closer.
jungkook felt his mind cloud as you ground against him, convinced that if he didn't get more from you, he'd lose his mind. fortunately for him, no begging was necessary for you to give him something that'd have his breath catching in his throat and his tent growing even harder.
he pathetically followed your lips when you pulled away, though he sat in complete awe upon realizing the reason why you'd pulled away in the first place. suddenly the sight of your breasts became the most pressing matter in jungkook's life. his breath stopped and his heart raced, making him feel like he'd pass out if he even dared make contact with the newly revealed skin.
yet his reaction did not prevent you from grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts, guiding him so he'd squeeze and play with them.
"o-oh, fuck. they're so ... so fucking soft," he whimpered, "so pretty and ... shit, c-can i ... can- can i play with them?", he pleaded, eyes never leaving your swollen buds as his hands hesitantly ran over your breasts.
he hoped you knew what he meant by play, because he was far too embarrassed to properly word his desire.
luckily for him, you were just so nice and so pretty and so so smart that you understood, removing his hands and guiding his face to your breasts, pressing them together so he could rub his head against them, nuzzling his nose into the skin as be groaned a gruttal groan. his shy tongue came out to lick at them just moments later, licking over your nipples all while he whined and cried as if he was the one receiving the stimulation.
at some point your hands snuck between the two of you, sneaking beneath his pants and grabbing onto his cock. you jerked him as he lost himself to the supple skin of your breasts, letting out breathy whines into your skin while his hands tightly held onto you.
as pathetic as he knew he must've looked, he didn't care. he'd wanted you for years, and suddenly he had you in his arms, willing to let him do anything he wanted? any social filters within him left him, letting his unending desire for you take over no matter how embarrassed he would be at his desperate behavior after the fact.
you let him play with your tits for a while, letting out the prettiest sighs of pleasure as he got his fill of you, eventually pulling him away so you could kiss him again. despite being out of breath, he kissed you back with everything he had, now more able to match your pace.
"bunny, wanna ride you," you pulled away with a pretty pout, letting go of his dick.
"p-please. yes, i- yes," he stammered, hands coming down to touch at his clothed cock out of reflex.
giggling at his desperation, you attempted to get up, only to be stopped by jungkook's grabby hands as he whined at you not to let go. grabbing his arms, you reminded him you needed to take off your shorts, making him get an embarrassed look on his face at the realization.
he got up to take off his own pants, sitting back down and pulling you to him the moment you'd stripped. once more, you giggled at how badly he clearly wanted you, pulling him into yet another kiss.
"i'm gonna sit on it now, okay, bunny?", you breathed against him as you lifted yourself to line him up.
jungkook didn't trust his voice to not let out yet another string of desperate pleas, so he simply nodded, taking a deep breath to prepare himself.
but nothing could prepare him for the warmth of your cunt, nor for how tightly it wrapped around his cock, taking all air out of him. he couldnt help the whimpers of desperation that came out of his mouth when you first started bouncing against him, tightening every so often just to get a reaction out of him.
burying his head in your neck, he babbled nonsense against you, incapable of halting his pathetic noises enough to hear your own pretty moans.
after some time, you grabbed onto one of his hands, leading it between the two of you and guiding him, "play with my clit, bunny," you blindly guided him until he finally found your clit, following your instructions of rubbing it all while your bouncing never seized
and god, had that been a mistake.
you got impossibly tighter, dragging your nails down his back and crying his name in the prettiest gasps ever heard by man. he knew he'd meet his end like this, far sooner than he wanted. but he was comforted in knowing that your orgasm was close too, catching onto your pleas to cum with you.
muttering constant praise towards you, jungkook's orgasm took over him as your own arrived, making him deliver endless thank you's while your speed fastened and your rhythm lost all its sense.
"t-thank you, oh, fuck. thank you ... so fucking good, it's- it's so good. oh, thank you ..."
you immediately fell onto each other when your highs had gone down, equally out of breath. being the sweet girl jungkook always knew you to be, he hummed in contentment when you held onto him, cuddling into him in a loving manner and playing with his hair.
if you weren't careful, he'd probably fall in love with you even more than he already had.
he only broke the silence after a few minutes of cuddling, still slightly out of breath.
"do you- do you still wanna go over your statistics homework?"
you laughed, nuzzling further into him, "maybe tomorrow, bunny."
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kkukverse · 2 months ago
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Down and down
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Pair : mma fighter jeon jungkook x reader
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Fall, everything
fall, everything
fall, everything,
The muffled screams, the ringing in his ears. The blurry vision and he was sure for a good minute that he was losing his eyesight. If it weren’t for the camera’s flickering lights and the spotlight beaming on this octagon, he thought he was blind. The blow from this McGregor guy took him down, left him sprawling on the red tainted mat. Bloods spluttered everywhere,  mixed with his and the opponent’s sweat. Sticky liquid dripping from both of their mouths as the referee pounds his fist onto the white mat. 
He can see the referee mouthing something, he doesn’t have to focus so hard to know that the referee is counting down the numbers.
“One!” there’s a pause.
“Kook, get up!” from all of the deafening sounds in his head he managed to catch his coach’s muffled voice. 
“Two!” the referee slaps the mat even harder, 
“You motherfu- Jeon Jungkook! GET YOUR ASS UP!” His coach is frantically trying to wake him.
“Thre-”
“Jungkook? Jungkookie? Kookie.” His bruised eyes widen at the sound. It is the most angelic sound he ever heard.
Am I already in heaven he thought.
It’s his most favorite voice in the whole world, the voice that soothes the raging storm in him, the voice that could calm his sea of confusion, your voice. 
She’s here? No. She left. It feels like the time stopped and Jungkook is battling with his inner thought, full of you in it. He slowly raised his upper body before the referee could scream the last number straight at his face.The crowd was a mixture of boos and cheers. In that dramatic moment, his coach managed to ask for a time out. Jungkook was carried by his team members to the corner of the octagon.
Blood was covering most of his body parts, Taehyung wipes them off with cold towels and Jimin was frantically putting balm on his busted lips and on the torn skin above his left brow. Jungkook’s heavily panting for air to fill his lungs and he is still intoxicated with adrenalines. Coach Kim put his hand on both of his cheeks to check if there are any cuts before Jungkook splutters your name over and over again. 
“Is s-she here? Is she here? Please, is she here?” He keeps on muttering something along with your name and Taehyung is shushing him because from the look of it, Jungkook is about to lose his mind and now is not the right time to be that. 
“Kook, she’s not here, but you gotta keep your head in the game.” Coach Kim speaks in a clear voice as he maintains eye contact with Jungkook. With a badly swollen left eye, there’s nothing much Jungkook can see anyway. “I heard her. She’s here, I can hear her voice, she's  calling my name, coach please look for her. I know she’s here” Jungkook pleads at his coach with tears streaming down his face.
“I will look for her, but you gotta finish this fight first” Jimin cups Jungkook’s face. Jimin knows very well that it is borderline impossible to find you at this moment. But if it is what can make Jungkook to keep his head in the game, Jimin wouldn’t hesitate to make up lies.
The crowd erupted again once both fighters were back in the middle of the fighting pit.
The fight continued and ended with Jungkook lost. It was a painful loss, physically and emotionally. All battered and bruised for nothing. He was the boy who is prepared for the battle but never for the lost.
But not lately.
There’s a dreadful silence on the way back to the gym. No one could say a word or even looked at each other. With Jimin patting Jungkook’s shoulder, trying to comfort him, Taehyung can only stare out of the window with Coach Kim gripping tightly on his ipad.
Taehyung peers to look at the blinding lights from the device. 
“The highest paid fighter, Golden Boy Jungkook third lost this season: was recruiting him into the biggest MMA club was a big mistake? It’s indeed a total blow.”
Taehyung scoffed at the stupid headline. The media is so fast to spread nonsense. Absentmindedly, he switched off the devices since the email was flooding in. Coach Kim just let him.
Everyone is mad at the situation, not at the losing fighter. But he seems to be blaming himself by the soft sound of the sniffles coming from him. 
“Kook-ah, it’s fine. We can practice more. There’s always another competition you can win” Coach Kim looks at the poor boy he trained for years sitting on a single seat at the back. This huge tour bus makes Jungkook look so small and fragile in his eyes. 
Jimin squeezed his shoulders, winced as he noticed how stiff he had become.
“You said you will look for her,” came out like a soft defeated whisper from Jungkook. His eyes stared blankly from the tinted bus’s window. It’s almost like a universal joke because somehow it started pouring down. He blames the sky for mockingly crying at him, he hates the night sky for being so gloomy ever since the day you left him.
How could the sky pitied him and yet do nothing when it became his witness on the night he boarded the airplane.
“You know very well she’s not there, Jungkook. You can’t get mad at Jimin, hell, you shouldn’t be mad at anyone especially yourself. You have to stop brooding like this. It happened months ago. Get over it!” Taehyung turns his back to look at Jungkook.
The boy is still staring out. Taehyung is slightly annoyed with Jungkook because he cares about him a lot. 
They fight together, they used to fight each other, they’re each other’s sparring partner. The golden boys of Kim’s Gym and now the rising stars of BigHit Mixed Martial Arts gym. Jungkook was the boy who has the highest winning streaks in a season. Knocking down opponents like they’re made of papers.
Keyword; was.
He slowly went into a slump. As an athlete, slump is dangerous, both mentally and physically. Coach Kim couldn’t force him to practice anymore because he wouldn’t dodge punches and kicks. He lets himself bruised and bleed. Coach Kim thought the best way to get him fired up again is through competition.
Coach Kim knows that Jungkook loves the adrenaline rush, the roaring screams from his fans, he loves it when the referee raises up his hand as he won the fight. But Coach Kim is wrong. Today was his third match and he lost all of them. 
“Taehyung is right. I hate seeing you like this. And I’m sorry for making you fight out of your will. I thought it was for the best.” Coach Kim spoke up to soothe the tense atmosphere. He knows Taehyung means well but he practically raises these three, like he did with his other fighters.
Since they’re the youngest, he has a soft spot for them. The older fighters have achieved a lot, and more mature in handling their emotions. These three are still kids to him. So the moment Jungkook came back that one night, sobbing and broken, he knows something isn’t right.
And he knows he has to be tough on Jungkook. Otherwise, Jungkook will spiral down. Like right now. 
“Jungkook,” Jimin speaks quietly, “Do you wanna look for her again?” Jungkook raised his head to look at Jimin. He gave him a look that Jimin knows so well, his losing hope kind of look.
“I would kill to see her again, but I would die if that ever happened because I broke her, Jimin. How could I see her when I’m the last person she would ever want to see?”
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He met you five years ago. In his aunt’s grocery store. You were the new girl in town, the transferred, new teacher at the local elementary school.
The day you walked into his aunt’s store was the day one of his silly hopeless romantic fantasy becoming real. He had this vision of falling in love at the sound of a bell because of an anime movie he watched with Taehyung and Jimin. He rewatched that movie over and over again, imagining finding his true love the way the protagonists in the movie did.
And it happened.
It was a sweet jingle from the bell on the main door of the store, and you walked in wearing a white shirt and faded blue jeans, looking so effortlessly pretty to him. Jungkook thought his eyes were playing tricks with him that day but he swears he can see rays of sunlight following you.
Like a spotlight or it was just him zooming on you. Nevertheless, you were glowing to him. How can he forget that? 
He was busy gobbling down his lunch after he helped his aunt unloaded boxes of groceries on the display shelves. With oil from the fried eggs on the corner of his lips, lips swollen from the spiciness of the gochujang. The bibimbap was delicious but the moment your eyes caught his, the lunch just stuck in his throat, causing him to choke.
He was fucked and it was obvious from the way you were taken aback with his loud cough. He banged his chest with his fist, to control his unstoppable coughing before he immediately ran to the back of the store.
 Gulping down the water, he wanted to cry because your first impression of him, was him, choking on a piece of fried egg because he decided to inhale instead of chewing.
He thought the best way for this to end, is just sitting at the back of the store until you left. He can hear his aunt conversing with you and he envied that. But he is still embarrassed!
While he was busy kicking himself, he noticed the chirping of his aunt’s voice asking you but he didn’t hear your voice, not clearly enough. So he is focusing now, head tilted so his ears can catch the conversation. He acted like a creep and for a second that thought makes him blushed in more shame.
“If you need anything you can just come here and ask. We’re glad to help. What about your belongings? Did you already move them in?” The voice of his aunt sounds like an echo to him. Jungkook was still chewing the bits of meat from the bibimbap. They were a bit tough and might have stuck in his teeth but he didn’t give a damn. Sulking. 
“I only bring the necessary stuff, the one I managed to carry with my car. I have to buy other necessities here though.” Your voice. Holly shit, Jungkook lost it at your voice.
If he is poetic, he’d said your voice is like spring water washing him from head to toe. Refreshing. With no one watching Jungkook grinned like a fool. He doesn’t even know your name. It was literally five seconds ago when he met you. 
“Of course, of course. Do you need help? It pains my heart to see a girl like you carrying heavy things, all by yourself,” His aunt sounds concerned and she has always been that kind of person. The woman who cares about everyone, Jungkook respect his aunt so much.
He took a wild guess, his aunt is probably being mindful about the stuff you bought. Maybe you bought too much than what you can handle.   
“I guess I do need help,” you chuckle. Jungkook thought he fell deep after hearing your voice and now your chuckles are going to be the reason why he will keep falling. Jungkook is daydreaming of hearing your chuckles and he is already making a list of jokes he can throw at you randomly.
He was so sure he wanted to keep seeing you. As you will be a resident in this neighbourhood, he will make sure to get to know you. Just not today. He shivers at the memory of your wide eyes after hearing his horrendous cough. 
Not today, he will make a second first impression to you. In a more gentleman manner. 
“Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook!"
"This boy. Is he still at the back?” His aunt started shouting for him, shattering his plan and his ears. Oh but he’s definitely thinking of your ears first. His aunt has a habit of shouting since she is the boss, that’s how she makes the men move in this store.
Jungkook just groaned loud enough for her to hear him. Remember when he said his aunt cares about everyone? Well his aunt can be scary too. After he realizes his aunt is tutting at the cashier table, he scrambles his long legs to her. 
“Coming, coming. I was eating.” Jungkook whined as he dragged his feet towards his aunt. She knocked his head with a fly swatter. 
“Still eating?! You liar! You already ate! You’re sleeping aren’t ya? Here, come here,” she dragged him by his ear. You chuckle at the view as the two of them looked funny.
Jungkook can’t control how his lips are cracking to form the biggest grin ever at that sound. And wow seeing you up close is far more magical than he had envisioned. Jungkook is definitely taller than you seeing from his one set of doe eyes as he was awkwardly bending down because his aunt pulled him by the ear. 
“Ow ow ow I’m sorry! Stop!” He whines louder. His brain finally sent him the pain signal because he was a little occupied as he looked at you.
You were gazing at him with your soft eyes, and he remembers that he is not wearing his best hoodie today. Jungkook was in his beige baggy sweater, rolled up to his elbows, and black sweatpants. His thick and messy long hair, his pinkish lips, slight oil by the corner of his mouth. He sighed in his heart.
So much for a gentleman’s first impression. But you didn’t give him a disgusting look. Even there’s almost dry sweat patches on his chest, and around the armpits area. You were still smiling sweetly. 
Damn, forget the joke list, if he can keep making you smiling like that, he’ll be the happiest man.
His aunt nudged him and broke him of his own dream.
“You make me look like a fool!” He whispered to his aunt before she laughed out loud. 
“Now, now, is our Jungkookie shy??” She pinched his right cheek.
“This adorable boy is my nephew. But don’t let his looks fool you, he is a mischievous kid.”
“My aunt can get quite excited with people sometimes.” Jungkook smile wide enough before his body went rigid. Shit what if there’s meat stuck in between his teeth?!
What he didn’t know was, you think he is so cute.
Because for a moment he was smiling so bright and then suddenly he zoned out like a puppy. You already think he was cute that day.  
His aunt shoots him a harmless glare before she pats his butt.
“She’s new here. Can you please go and help her carry the things? Be the strong man, Kook,” she whispered in the last sentence and sent the boy a wink. Jungkook scoffed and as if you haven’t heard or witnessed all of that.
His aunt, whom he’s thankful for with every breath he takes. 
The soft knocks on his door bring him back to the present. These days, no, ever since he left for Japan all he think about are you, his aunt, the little town and you, you, you.
“Have you called your aunt yet, Jungkook?” Taehyung peaked his head through the slit of the door. The light breaking into the dark door. Jungkook didn’t even realize he’s been looming in the dark space, he doesn’t even know if it’s day or night.
Taehyung sighs at the tiny hum Jungkook gave him. His little breakdown at Jungkook on the bus last night still makes him guilty. Taehyung knows him better than anyone, and for him to snap at Jungkook like that, he felt guilty. But somebody gotta wake Jungkook up from this state.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung grips harder on the door handle, before he pushes it wide open. Jungkook groaned at the sudden intrusion of light and his friend.
When you’re in the dark for quite some time the lights can be too blinding. 
“Dude what the fuck!” Jungkook barks. Hands hastily pulling up the heavy blanket, hiding himself under it. He hates it. Hate it how he knows he looks pathetic but he doesn’t want to do anything about it. 
“Get up.” Taehyung’s voice is deep and firm. He is so much like his dad. Growing up watching his dad coach fighters, Jungkook thinks this is where Taehyung gained this scary aura. Taehyung doesn’t even flinch at Jungkook’s growling.
Jungkook refused to get up until Taehyung pulled the blanket off of him in one snatched. Jungkook hates it. He feels like he is disappointing everyone and he hates how he can clearly sense annoyance in Taehyung’s sigh.
Taehyung could never feel annoyed by his friends and Jungkook knows that. 
“Kook,” Taehyung softly coaxed him. Taehyung feels like he is suffocating seeing Jungkook all crumpled up, bending his body like a lost little child. Where did his strong friend go? 
“Kook, man you gotta get up,” Taehyung sits down at the edge of the bed. Eyes still on Jungkook even though the man is still shutting his eyes tight. “I apologize for last night, kay?” Taehyung continued.
“‘Kay,” was all Jungkook replied. Honestly, he doesn’t remember what happened last night. All he knew was he lost. 
“Dad told me your aunt called him. Saying she couldn’t reach you. Give the lady a call, Kook.”
“Later,”
“Kook-”
“Anything else Tae? If not, leave me alone.”
Taehyung lets out another defeated sigh. “Yes,” he stands up with his hands inside his pocket.
“We’re going for a run.” Taehyung moves to grab clean sweats and hoodie for Jungkook before he pulls his friend up with all his might because Jungkook is really heavy.
Taehyung must stay positive for his friend. That’s the least he can do. Trying to get his friend back up from a lost battle was never easy and add heartbreak to that too, it is almost impossible.
Jungkook didn’t disobey him because he loves running. He runs all the time. At dawn, or dusk. He runs playfully with his friends, runs for practice, or just simply running and enjoying the scenery.
Tokyo air is very different from his little hometown. There’s no usual bun stall where he can get two red bean buns for free because he always helped the old lady setting up her stall. There’s no chirping and giggling sounds of the school kids coming back from school.
Laughing at him because 'Jungkook hyung is so funny.' 
Tokyo feels so cold and silent. There’s no you in Tokyo. There's no one to share red bean buns with. Once, he bought four buns to eat with you after his running sessions, before he took you home on his scooter. 
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After the first meeting at the store, Jungkook always bumped into you. Either when you’re on your way to school while he is finishing the last lap of his run, or when he was just riding his scooter around the school - hoping to catch a glimpse of you.
That first time, he gave you all of his favorite red bean buns because he saw you walking home. Like many late afternoons, Jungkook noticed you were waiting at the gate with the boy he knows, Daehwi.
Jungkook was running an errand for his aunt at that time. He has no idea why he keeps messing up every time you’re near him. He unconsciously twisted his hand harsher making his scooter almost jump forward. 
Suddenly the slow scooter became the fastest vehicle as he zoomed past the two of you. He can see you flinched before you stand protectively in front of Daehwi, the kid whines as he bumps into your back. Jungkook instantly breaks and he makes a sharp U-turn, to apologize.
Looking at you with his wide eyes and open mouth after he took off his helmet. It wasn’t a big scary and loud motorcycle. It’s the scooter he used when he’s on delivery for his aunt. Jungkook winced apologetically as he can see how you stand in front of your student. 
One hand on your hip, you’re biting your inner cheek to suppress a laugh because Jungkook looks like he is about to cry. Perhaps feeling guilty, for driving recklessly. 
“Jeon Jungkook-” with a low tone, you tried to intimidate him. Tapping your foot. Jungkook is blaming his guardian ancestors because they never helped him. Does he even have one?! He needs one before you hate him, completely.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he dropped his helmet with carrot stickers all over it into the scooter basket, clasping his hands together.
You hum before you move away to show Jungkook the scared little boy hiding behind you.
Jungkook understand that it’s not you he needs to apologize to, 
“I’m sorry little guy,” he pouted. 
Daehwi, the loveliest child who can never stand someone else feeling sad, accepted Jungkook’s apology in the most heartwarming way.
“It’s okay Kookie hyung,” coming closer to Jungkook before he taps on his knee. “But you scared Miss ____, hyung.” The little kid looking at Jungkook as firm as he can though his tiny hand on his knee makes Jungkook almost cooed loudly.
Jungkook’s much larger hand is on top of Daehwi’s little hands. 
Jungkook dropped his shoulders with puppy eyes looking at you. Mouthing ‘I’m sorry’. Your mouth twitched up and Jungkook knew he’s fine. 
You concluded that Jungkook is such a big child. Adorable. Everyone here knows him, he delivers food, vegetables, or anything his aunty tells him to deliver. Diligent and friendly.
The example is here, little Daehwi is so much more comfortable around Jungkook than he is with you. Jungkook is paying attention to Daehwi as he whispers something to him. Eventhough you can catch them very well. Daehwi is just too cute.
“Kookie hyung, can I ride your scooter?”
“Ah, little guy I would love to. But if your mom finds out she’s gonna tell my aunt. And my aunt isn’t really cool. She nags too much.” Jungkook playfully makes a grimace face as if he really can’t stand his aunt. When in reality he loves that old lady like she is his mom.
Daehwi gives a scandalous look at Jungkook, instantly correcting him. “I am not a little guy, I am nine this year, right Miss ___?” He turns to face you for confirmation. “I am big enough,” he mumbles under his breath. Coming closer to him, you fix his backpack that is tilted from him moving so fast to be near Jungkook. 
“Yup, but sometimes, big kids can get hurt too. Your mom doesn’t want to see you’re hurting. I would be so sad if something happened to you, too,” you coaxed Daehwi. He hung his head low but perks up at the mention of his mom. 
“Then hyung, get down! Don’t make Miss ____ sad,” with his chubby fingers he tried to pull Jungkook to come down from his scooter. Tumbling forward, Jungkook carefully gets off the scooter and lets the nine year old lead him closer to you.
The two of you chuckled at his cute actions before realizing that Daehwi placed Jungkook’s hand onto yours while he held your other hand. 
Jungkook feels a gush of warmth on the inside and he can’t think straight. He was holding his breath not knowing how to react with his large hand engulfing yours. ‘Crap, my palms are fucking sweaty’ Jungkook whines in his mind.
Blinking furiously because he wanted to wipe the sweat off but he wants to keep holding your hand. The biggest dilemma in his life.
Neither of you tried to break the holds. Jungkook thought you still didn’t let go of his hand because you don’t wanna be rude but what he didn’t know was you were thinking of how slippery your hands are because of the hand lotion you applied earlier on.
He glanced at you through the corner of his eyes, you were biting your lower lips, trying to focus on Daehwi rambling about his truck toys. Daehwi is telling you and Jungkook that he wanted a scooter toy next time, if his mom allowed him. Like Jungkook’s he says. It was endearing but the two of you are too focused on your hands. 
“Mom!” Daehwi shouted as he saw his mom getting down from the car. Immediately you tighten your hold on his pudgy hand so he's not crossing the road mindlessly. You wait until his mom is closer enough before you slowly let him go, he runs towards his mom’s embrace with giggles. His mom picks him up as she bows a little to you.
“Thank you, I’m terribly sorry for being so late.” With an apologetic look on her face.  
“It’s okay, please don’t be sorry. I am willing to wait for him.” You’re not letting her keep apologizing to you. Jungkook stares in awe at you, who keeps bowing at the mother.
“Daewhi is a good boy, I had fun waiting with him.” You chuckled at the boy, who was tucked behind his mom’s thighs. Whining at her that he is hungry for curry. 
“I better get going. Daehwi, say goodbye to your teacher,” his mom asked him. “And to Jungkook hyung too,” his mom smirks at the hands that are still holding onto each other, with a knowing look she smiles at the two of you.
Like an electric jolt, you and Jungkook let go of each other’s hands. He rubs the back of his neck and you clasped your hands together.
Silently he frowned at the loss of the delicate small hand. 
“Kookie hyung is being safe, so Miss ___ won’t be sad if he gets hurt,” explained Daehwi.
“Oh I’m sure he is safe, baby. Now let’s go home. Goodbye you two.” She said as she gave a witty smile to the two of you.
Silence fills the surrounding after Daehwi and his mom drove away. Jungkook feels the urge to say something but for some reason his throat is clogged up.
“Are you on errands, Jungkook?” You break the silence.
“Nope,” answered without a beat. So much of self control Jeon.
“Can you give me a ride home?” 
��Wha- why?” his heart is beating wild. You wanna ride his scooter. With him! And his stupid mouth asked ‘why’ ???!
“I’m sorry for the sudden request, it’s just that I have a few things to carry with me. Or maybe my legs are slowly giving up because I’ve been standing up for too long today,” you explained shyly.
If Jungkook can shut down the thrumming of his heart maybe he can hear how you’re nervous around him too. 
He was just gazing at his shoes, swaying a little. Waiting for you to finish talking. He thinks you’re gonna hate him for not able to answer immediately but Jungkook was just in the zone, because YOU WANTED TO RIDE HIS UGLY SCOOTER!
It’s not a chick magnet kind of bike like Taehyung’s, it’s an old, beige, boring scooter!
“Only if you don’t mind,” you asked softly, as you thought it might not reach his ears but he snapped his head so fast to you.
“Of course!” His voice sounds a little higher. “I mean, of course I don’t mind,” he mumbles. Hands up, showing you that he is completely okay with your request.
“But I don’t have an extra helmet, never mind, you can just wear mine.” Jungkook mumbles to himself. His hands are busy putting the carrot-stickers helmet on your head when you just stare dumbfounded at him.
Laughing at his action, you hunched over with hands on your stomach. “Oh my god Jungkook. Let me grab my stuff first,” you wheeze.
Jungkook finally realized that he went ahead of himself and you were standing in front of him, with your cute giggles and closed eyes and puffed cheeks, way shorter than him and his hands are still under your chin. Trying to buckle the helmet. His eyes widen at the sound of your laugh. 
“You’re silly,” you wipe the corner of your eyes, a bit teary from the laughing.
Jungkook frowned at that, “I’m not silly. I thought you’re ready to go.”
“How can I possibly be ready when my stuff is still inside?” You let yourself go from his hands that were still cupping your chin. Walking inside to get your bag and a small box of arts materials (maybe you don’t actually have a lot of stuff to carry or you just want to spend some time with Jungkook?)
Jungkook saw you and immediately rushed to help you carry the box. You did tell him you’re very capable but Jungkook pretends he didn’t hear that.
“You can hold on to me if you want.” Jungkook pulls the baby hair, at the tip of his sideburn, a habit to distract himself.
“I would like it if you hold on to me, you’d be safe.” He adds. Eyes straight forward, too shy to look at you, wearing his helmet, his favorite helmet! Lightly tapping your box inside the scooter basket with his free hand.
“Okay Jungkook,” you chuckle. Jungkook heard you huffing as you struggled to tighten the helmet and he without a beat, softly tugging the end of the straps. Helping you out and the close proximity allowed him to be so absorbed by staring at your face, your beautiful eyes, your soft jawline, the slope of your cute nose, the slight pouty lips, your eyelashes. Everything about you is so pretty. 
Suddenly he heard a gasp and his big eyes staring shockingly at you, mouth gaping and all. “You think I'm pretty?” You whispered. 
Fuck! 
A curse comes out of his mouth and he wanted, no, dying, for the earth to swallow him because he just blurted his thoughts out loud and now you know he thinks you’re pretty. 
Worst case scenario? Probably you threw his helmet and just walked home. But you were giving him the million dollar smile. The smile he is getting used to. And then suddenly you uttered the magical words to him, “I think you’re pretty too.” it was a firework festival inside of him. Jungkook is back to his smug face and smirking at your flustered self. 
Giving him a bashful smile, you hop on behind him, arms are shyly snaking around his waist. Jungkook’s heart is soaring high. He is sure you can definitely hear his wild heart beating so loud.
“Here we go,”
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“Tae, I need to speak with you,” Jimin whispered to Taehyung as the later man was just finished sparring up with another fighter. Panting while wiping the sweat with an already drenched hand towel.
He jumped down to be close to Jimin. From the look on his face, whatever he is about to say must be very serious.
“Yeah? What’s up?” Taehyung asked. It was a hard practice today and he is still panting.
“I found her,” 
There’s a sudden silence after Jimin uttered the words. Except Taehyung’s heavy breathing. Jimin found you. Taehyung’s jaw clenched at the information. He knows Jimin hasn’t told Jungkook yet, because Jimin told him first.
He doesn’t need to think much, honestly, because out of everyone, Taehyung was the first one who knows Jungkook is in love with you even when Jungkook shyly denied that. He knows how important you are to Jungkook.
With his head hung low, Taehyung threw off the boxing gloves onto the fighting mat. The three of them grew up together. Seeing Jungkook in this condition breaks his heart. Out of everyone who found Jungkook whipped in love, it was Taehyung.
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Taehyung becomes an acquaintance with you as you’re the new tenant moved a few blocks from his house. 
Few years ago, when he found out about you and Jungkook, he was relentless at teasing the younger guy. Jungkook used to be very private about his love life but with you, he’s different. He talks about you all the time. Taehyung is sure that Jungkook’s mind is occupied with you.
He tried to swing a punch pad to Jungkook, just to intimidate him. 
It is a known fact that Jungkook never missed a swing, not even from the coach. But Taehyung shouted your name and the punch pad kissed Jungkook on his face. And Taehyung is now 120% sure, Jeon Jungkook is whipped as hell.
“You ass,” Jungkook hissed as Jimin pressed the ice pack on his slightly swollen cheek. Taehyung doubled over with booming laughter and he received a sharp glare from Jimin. He has to halt his training to treat Jungkook. Even though Taehyung is the same age as Jimin, Jimin always acted like the eldest brother. The logic is because he was born a few months earlier than Taehyung. 
“I have a match next week and now I have to babysit you. Be serious for once,” Jimin scowl and Taehyung pokes his sides. He knows Jimin will never stay mad. He is the strongest in his weight class, everyone in the city will shiver at the mention of his name.
But Jimin has the softest heart of them all. Every time one of them is injured, Jimin will go all the way to treat them, even if the injury is from a silly prank. 
“Take care of your body, you said you wanna join Joon hyung in Japan,” Jimin pressed a little harder on Jungkook’s cheeks. Purposely sting him so he listened. 
“I am! Tae cannot stop being an annoying little prick,” Jungkook pointed his hand at the giggling Taehyung. Poking his own tongue on the inside of his cheek. Hissing as he felt a little sore. 
Swiping the laughing tear from the corner of his eyes, Taehyung lay down on the floor. All sweaty.
“Oh our dear Jungkookie and my neighbour.” he teases Jungkook while making a kissy face and a loud smooch echoed in the gym. Jungkook just groaned frustratingly. 
“I will never stop teasing you,” Taehyung sings songs.
His cheeks are flushed red. Hand grabbing a towel to throw at Taehyung. “Shut up Taehyung!”
Taehyung chuckles bitterly as he remembers those nights Jungkook swooning over you, as they walked home from the gym. He always talks about you. You were Jungkook’s girl, everyone knows that. 
He even knows the reason you and him broke apart. He witnessed the night the two hearts of his friends’ shattered into tiny pieces. The night that haunts Jungkook, the night that he carried Jungkook to the gym. Meeting his dad. The night Jungkook decided that he agreed for Japan. 
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“Tae, do you think we should tell him?” Jimin asked. 
“We gotta tell him,” Taehyung said with a determined look on his face. That night shouldn’t have happened, and he shouldn’t just watch you slip away from Jungkook just like that. What kind of friend was he?
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Silence never really means anything is doing good. Like right now, Jungkook is sitting on the couch after Coach Kim broke the news to him.
Another match. 
After a heated phone call with the McGregor team, Coach Kim called Jungkook to meet him at the gym. Coach Kim told him about the phone call he received just now, the phone call that requested another match with Jungkook.
Coach Kim refused without hesitation, even BigHit agreed with him but McGregor felt like it was an unjust match for him. He claimed Jungkook didn’t give his all and that somehow wounded him.
McGregor said he’s been studying Jungkook over the years, he knows Jungkook won a lot of titles and his skill is the most immaculate. 
He has been waiting to fight him and he did. They had their first match and Jungkook fell lower than his expectation. For some reason he felt like Jungkook was fooling him around. This is why he demanded another fight.
Coach Kim is swallowing hard, because he doesn’t want to hurt Jungkook. He wasn’t purposely losing that day. Jungkook never wanted to win anyway.
Not when he stepped into the octagon, not even when he boarded the airplane. It was already over long before McGregor. In fact Coach Kim is still blaming himself for making Jungkook fight in the match that secured him a spot in Japan. 
Jungkook said nothing as he kept staring at his own feet. Both Jungkook and Coach Kim seem to be lost in their own memories. 
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“Kook, I need to prepare you for the next match, in September.” Coach Kim’s voice echoed in the gym as he walked to the boys. The three of them, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin are sprawling on the fighting mat after a rigorous training.
Jimin was hellbent on making the other two his sparring partner because he was almost lost to the one of the fighters from Lee gym. He was annoyed. When Jimin is annoyed, he is relentless and punched so hard. Sometimes Jungkook wonders what he eats, for someone his size, Jimin is a beast.
Panting on the floor, Jungkook uses one hand to lift the side of his body, searching for his coach. “September? That’s such a short notice. It’s a few months from now.” He whines.
Thinking about the overload of workout he must complete, he needs to maintain the body weight and still burn calories and all. It is such a fuss because it requires mental and physical preparation. 
“Yea, Jungkook. It’s a friendly match."
"Come here, check your weight. We have to put on weight this time Jeon. Let’s conquer a different weight class, yeah?” Coach Kim sings songs.
Taehyung is laughing at his friend’s misery. He knows how Jungkook has been on this weird fibre diet because he’s trying to lose weight. Taehyung and Jungkook are in the same weight class even though Jungkook is much more muscular. Taehyung knows his dad, he gotta bulk up Jungkook because Taehyung is already dominating in their weight class. 
“Coachhh,” Jungkook stomped his feet. “It’s my first anniversary soon. I wanna go food hunting with ___.” Jimin chuckles as he shakes his head at Jungkook’s childish behaviour.
Being the youngest of the group gets him away with everything. Jimin winced at the thought of having to gain weight because it was such a hell ride.
Gaining weight is much more difficult than losing weight. He knew it firsthand when he had to gain 10kg for a match. It was a torture, but that’s the life of an athlete, especially MMA fighters. 
“If you manage to gain weight, you can easily win with your skill. We just need to sharpen a little on the jabs and your kick. This new weight class will secure you a place in a bigger tournament.” Coach Kim explains.
“Stop whining, all of your hyungs have done it before. ____ will understand, she always understands.” Coach Kim sends a strict glare to Jungkook only to be counter attacked with big watery eyes.
Taehyung and Jimin eagerly nod, proving the Coach’s statement. Taehyung chuckles, knowing that if he pulls out his name, Jungkook will do it in a heartbeat. “Even Namjoon hyung had to gain weight that one time,”
Hearing his idol’s name Jungkook instantly standing next to Coach Kim, wiping the dirt on his butt. Eyes are fiery as he stares at the meal plan and workout plan Coach Kim already made for him. 
“This time we gotta avoid this, okay?” Jungkook pleaded as he pointed at his face. The last time he took a jab and came home to you with a swollen eye. Jungkook told his coach that he wanted to learn a faster shielding skill. So that no one can touch his face. He said you were crying when you saw him looking like a goey ugly fish.
“Can’t afford to make my girl cry anymore,” Jungkook grinned cheekily. Coach Kim just shakes his head at his action.
“Puppy love,” he muttered but Jungkook gasped dramatically.
“It’s not puppy love! We love each other. She’s the one,” Jungkook claimed. How dare his coach teased him like that. You are the light of his life.
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She’s the one 
The more the words replaying in his head the more it hurts. It keeps pounding non stop and Jungkook is tired. He misses you. So much. He hates Japan. He hates himself. Why did he go out that night? Why can he just listen to you? Why did he need to go there and beat his opponent to pulp? Why did he let his temper take over him?
“Tell him I gave up,” Jungkook gets up from the couch. He no longer turns around even after Coach Kim keeps calling his name.
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“Jungkook boy, you really gonna give up like that? I know you’re a pussy but holy fuck! That kid can’t even punch me!” The boisterous laugh from the tv screen echoed inside Coach Kim’s room.
Taehyung is clenching his jaw and Jimin sends deathly glare at the flat tv screen. The interviews McGregor did live just now shows that he’s been picking Jungkook’s name and calling him out for not wanting to go for a second match. 
Jungkook is eating a bowl of ice cream with no care in the world as he sits in the corner of the room. Not minding how many times McGregor has been calling out his name from the tv. McGregor is sitting too proudly with a heavy gold belt slung across his puffed chest. Jungkook just smirks at the image. That used to be his dream. 
“You just gonna let him shitting about you like that?” Taehyung said in his deep voice. His eyes sharply glaring at Jungkook. He is mad for his best friend.
But Jungkook doesn’t even budge a muscle, except the one in his mouth, he keeps swallowing a spoonful of ice cream. 
“Let him, I lost interest.” Jungkook sighs. 
Taehyung scoffs bitterly at his nonchalant reply. Without thinking straight he let his mouth run on it’s own. “What would ___ say to you now, Jungkook?” 
Suddenly there’s dead silence in the office. Coach Kim raised his head at his son, eyes wide. Jimin holds his breath but he still glances at Jungkook from his seat, curious to see the younger boy’s reaction at the mention of your name.
Taehyung is still glaring at Jungkook, the tension is thick in the air as Jungkook slams his spoon into the bowl before he roughly puts it on the table. 
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Jungkook’s brows scrunch, he looks so mad, so affected by your name. 
“You wanna know something, Kook? ___ once told me she could never come to your match because she didn’t want to see you get beaten up. But look at you now,” Taehyung’s face is unreadable.
Jimin slowly raise his hand to stop Taehyung but the latter man continued, “You got beaten so bad now Jungkook, not physically, but still, do you think she’ll cry seeing you like this,” 
“Tae-” 
“SHUT UP!” Jungkook launched himself towards Taehyung even before Jimin could grab him, he landed a fistful punch on Taehyung’s cheek.  His other hand is grabbing the collar of Taehyung’s shirt. 
“____ would be sad, just like that night,” Taehyung scoffed with a broken look on his face. His eyes are watery, feeling the sting on his cheek and his heart.
Taehyung is sad for the two of you. He knows mentioning your name to Jungkook will only rile him up. But Taehyung doesn’t want to lose Jungkook like this. 
“Tae, stop.” Jimin pleaded. He is still trying to pull Jungkook off Taehyung with Coach Kim.
“Kook, come on. Let him go.” Coach Kim coaxed him. 
“Shut up!” Tears are brimming in Jungkook’s eyes. Of course he remembers that night. He let Taehyung go before he flopped down on the floor. Bringing his knees close to his chest. Covering his face with his hands.
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“Japan?” 
You raised an eyebrow before you got up from his hold to fetch a bowl of ice cream from the kitchen. He was just mindlessly playing with your hair while the two of you catching up the latest episode of Demon Slayer (his request).
It was an usual weekend night where he stayed with you, cuddling, enjoying each other’s company.  As he was getting lost in the smell of your shampoo, sighing happily for having you in his arms, he blurted out about Japan.
“Yea Japan. One of BigHit Mixed Martial Arts Gym is there.” He stares at your delicate figure, wearing his oversized shirt and a short with a bowl of ice cream. Smacking his lips at you, you look so cozy and he is just, in love with you.
It feels like yesterday when he confessed to you and you let him woo you. 
“That’s so sudden,” your voice sounds unsure and tiny. Slotting yourself in between his legs, Jungkook immediately wrapped his big arms around you, while covering himself with the blanket.
“I know. It’s not official yet as I haven’t given them any say. I’m not sure if I wanted to go or not. For now,” he mumbles. Another habit of his. He is usually a very outgoing boy but when he is unsure he tends to hide, making himself look smaller by crouching or when he sits he wraps his arms around his bended knees.
Now, having you in between his legs, he settles with hiding behind your neck. He feels a lot calmer feeling your skin close to his chest. 
He avoided coming home after a match because he looks terrible but he always found himself nuzzling your chest with his hand under your shirt. Your skin, it’s like a safe warm blanket for him.
“Do you want to go?” You hesitantly asked. Eyes still on the screen but Jungkook cannot be sure where your mind is at. 
“I mean, I’ve been aiming for Japan ever since I started taking this seriously. Again, like I said, I’m not sure,” he stressed on the last part. Blinking at you. Why are you not looking at him? Are you upset?
Your hand that isn’t holding the bowl grabbed one of his. Your thumb caressing his skin softly yet your eyes still not looking at him.
“I think it’s best for you to go, right?” You said. Tilting your head and it allowed him to lay his head on your shoulder. He shower you skin with kisses and it makes you let out a breathy laugh. 
“Yeah?” His voice sounds tiny as he is still searching for your eyes. 
“Yeah Jungkook, chase your dream,” this time your eyes are downcast. Thumb rubbing unknown patterns on his skins. He didn’t say another word. Giving up in making you look at him.
He doesn’t feel right. 
Were you upset hearing about Japan? He told you, he, himself is still not sure whether he wanted to go there or not. What he wanted, for now is to be with you. If, let’s say, if he were recruited to Japan, he is thinking of bringing you along.
Truthfully he cannot think of being in a long distance relationship with you. He shudders just thinking about that. He knows long distance relationships are very rare to work out. And he is going to be super busy with matches and practice. Thus which is why he wanted you to come along.
He will try his best to support you, but you're a woman with your own career. He is biting inner cheeks, because he doesn’t know how to break the question to you.
“I feel like I’m a bad influence.” You break the short silence. Jungkook’s mind is still racing with thoughts so he managed to reply to you with a questioned hum.
You tap on the bowl with your fingernails, making clicking sounds with your tongue as well. 
“Stop, you always said that yet you still spoon fed me,” he groans. Wiggling his peeking toes from the end of your blanket. Trying to distract his mind for a while.
Spend the night, he thought. And maybe ask you after next week’s match.
“You always ended up eating something sweet. What about your meal plan? Gain weight class plan?” Your toes are cold against his hard calf. Spoon clicking inside the large bowl of ice cream. It’s silly.
Silly, because it was pouring heavily outside, just after the dinner and here you are eating ice cream together. As if it’s not cold enough.
“Kookie,” you called for him realizing he zoned out. That nickname seems to pull him back to you, making him scoff in disbelief.
“Stop calling me that,” he chuckled before pinching your side.
You giggle. Ever since you heard Daehwi called him Kookie hyung, you’ve been calling him the same nickname too. 
“Kookie,” you pouted. Jungkook is scrunching his eyes, pretending that your acting cute is doing nothing to him. But oh he can never pretend that he is unaffected by you. 
Jungkook playfully clenched his teeth as his legs pulled the blanket away from your legs. You flinch at the sudden feel of cold air.
“Hey!” You screech.
“Serve your right,” he tucked the rest of the blanket securely under his laps, making it impossible for you to have it back. 
“I’m cold,” you shudder. That’s all it took for him to give in and pulled your legs across his lap. Running his hands up and down to warm them up before he covers the two of you under the fluffy blanket.
He feels warm and you’re safely in his arms. Yeah, he will properly ask you to come with him to Japan. As soon as possible.
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You feel like your breath is taken away after you received the phone call. Your body slumped over the chair. Mind a little fuzzy and fortunately it was recess time, you were in the Teacher's Lounge when your phone vibrates. It was Taehyung. He said JImin got your new number from Daehwi’s mom and Jungkook has no idea about the call. 
He asked you simple things people asked, like when they had not seen each other for some time. Polite and precise.
‘How are you?’, ‘I hope I’m not bothering you, is it okay I’m calling you now?’. You know Taehyung, he wouldn’t suddenly call you just because he wanted to know about the weather or what not, whether you have eaten yet or not.
So you went straight at him. 
“Is Jungkook okay?” You wanna despise him but you can’t. After all these months of crying and in pain. All of the scripted anger in your head, prepared to be bombarded at Jungkook once he called you, disappears into the thin air. 
Instead of replying, he talked about Jungkook’s loss. You knew, of course you’ve been keeping track of him, how can you not? When he is all over the place. The television, social media, the whole nation is talking about him. Your heart aches even more.
Jungkook has always been so hard on himself, especially when he loses a match. You have been thinking how he’s been coping up so far.
And then Taehyung asked you for a favor. That is what puts you in your position right now.
“Can you come to Japan?” Taehyung asked you. He sounded defeated and with the heavy sighs you concluded that Jungkook’s loss is affecting them all.
“For him. I know whatever that had happened was bad. But, he’s not being himself and we don’t know what to do anymore,” Taehyung continued. “He won’t fight, he has been so aloof and won’t respond to us. Please ____. He needs you,” 
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Shutting your eyes tight as you pinched the bridge of your nose, the tears are welling up in your eyes and you don’t wanna cry anymore. But your heart aches thinking about seeing him again in Japan and when that’s the place that makes everything go down in between you two.
You and Jungkook were in a relationship of one year at that time. Like any normal couples, there’s banter and bickering, fights and also make ups. You and him always make up after a fight.
Jungkook would never rest well knowing the two of you didn’t sit down and talked the frustration out. He is a very level headed guy, though sometimes he seems a little childish but to you that’s what makes him, him. But Jungkook has always been the one who apologizes first. Your soft Jungkook. 
But that wasn’t your Jungkook that night.
The night he told you about Japan again, only this time he uttered out his desire of having you there with him. You didn’t know what triggered you at that time but for some reason you chickened out.
The sudden request from Jungkook throws you into the abyss of thought. You’re thinking about your teaching, leaving your parents, friends, building a life in Japan?
These thoughts terrify you. Jungkook said he’d be in Japan for a few years. This is why he needed you there as well. You think that’s selfish. Jungkook will spend his time practicing, and fighting. What about you? You don’t even know Japanese.
So you said no, a hesitated no, because amidst the scary thoughts, of course you wanted to be by his side. Maybe you’re feeling a little tired that day, so you just pushed him away. Or maybe it was the way he asked you. Like he demanded you to be by his side. You told him no, you cannot do that. He got frustrated. And it was the first time he’s frustrated with you.
“You never support my dream,” were the words he spat at you. It feels like venom flowing in your ears to your heart. How could he say that? 
What he didn’t know was you went to his match for the first time. He was so blacked out. Didn’t notice a thing while his chest heaving rapidly like a fish being left out on the dry land. You were a crying mess by his side. Trying to call out for him but he was laying there wheezing out his breath like he’s dying. His face was covered in bruises, busted lips and sweats drenching him from head to toe. Till this day, you flinched every time you heard a bell sound. It reminds you of the time they rang the bell in the arena because Jungkook was so fucked. The match had to be stopped. Taehyung pulled you to the side though you refused, still grasping on Jungkook. You were there and you thought he was going to die!
Jungkook was admitted to the hospital. Broken ribs, punctured lungs, fractures on his right elbow, they had to put metal rods in his ankles. His pretty long fingers - the fingers that glided through your thighs, warming you up at night - they’re broken and the some ligaments are torn.
Coach Kim comforted you at the hospital bench, telling you Jungkook will undergo a surgery to reattach the ligaments.
Jungkook hasn’t woken up for two days. 
You have been sitting by his side, only switching places with Taehyung and Jimin as the two coaxed you to take a shower and eat something. You remember crying in front of Taehyung as he makes you instant ramen. Taehyung was so worried about you.
Telling you the harsh truth that these kinds of injuries are common. What were you supposed to feel at that time? You were worried sick for Jungkook and you’re gonna push through that everyday and wish he comes home in one piece after a match? This is hard for you.
So you told Taehyung you’d never do this again. 
Yet how dare Jungkook said you never want to watch him fight, never support his dream.
After he said those words, he rushed out of the house in anger. He slammed the door and you refused to call him back. He went out and you let him. 
It was past three in the morning and you can’t sleep. Because you’re waiting. Waiting for that silly guilty smile apologizing at your door. Waiting for the buffy boy crawling to your chest as he mumbled out how sorry he was and how much he loves you. You were practicing your version of apologize because you realized you were harsh on him too.
You realized you were not being a supportive girlfriend. Jungkook might feel nervous before he asked you and you just pushed him away. Of course he was frustrated. You waited and the bed was cold that night. 
You were holding your phone, expecting him to call you or anything but when it was vibrating, it was Taehyung.
He told you that he’s going to bail Jungkook out from the police station. All you can heard was 'Jungkook, got into a fight, he beat the fuck out of a man, someone called the police because they were loud, he got locked up' and he called Taehyung for help.
Your stomach dropped. You rushed to get your hoodie and changed your shorts into some decent pants, your hair was a mess and you rush yourself to the police station.
Jungkook was already outside of the police station the moment you arrived. His head was hanging low and Taehyung just sat on the stairs. Looking lethargic because who the heck looks good at this goddamn hour? 
You didn’t say a word as you run to the them, you shoved Jungkook on his shoulder. Pushing him hard because you were so mad at him. Why did he go around and beat people now? 
“What the fuck Jungkook?!” You seethed at him. Still pushing him. Jungkook kept his mouth shut tight. He didn’t even budge, not even when you banged your fist on his chest. You know Jungkook is a strong boy and your little fists can do nothing to him, but you wanted to hurt him so bad.
Make him feel what you’re feeling at that time. You heard him sniffed but you didn’t stop pushing him. You didn’t even realize your face was so flushed and wet with tears. 
“How fucking worried I am!” You shouted at him with a sobbed and you started panting. Jungkook can sense that you’re about to have a panic attack. Taehyung got up to settle the two of you but he didn’t think it was right for him to intervene. 
“Babe,” Jungkook grasped your wrists, wanting to calm you down. 
“No!” You pulled your hands from him harshly, pointing a finger at him. 
You take a good look at his face before you breathed out. “Go.”
The single word was like a hard punch in his gut. “What do you mean?” he knew but he still asked, there’s no way you’re doing this to him.
“You wanna go to Japan, right? Then, just go,” you wiped your face with the sleeves of your hoodie. Your eyes downcast because you cannot look at him. Not when his face was so broken, the sounds of his pleads and sorry’s.
At that time you think it was the only way. 
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Taehyung is restless. Jungkook’s second fight with McGregor is in the next hour and he is still at the airport. In the end Jungkook agreed for the second match. Everyone is worried for his state but Jungkook said he just wants to get this over with.
Doesn’t matter if he lost again. He said he wanted a break for a while after this one. That was his only request. Right now Taehyung hopes Jimin can somehow distract Jungkook from noticing that he is gone. 
Your flight was delayed for half an hour and Taehyung is agitating in his seat. The moment he saw you walked out the arrival gate, he rushed to help you but stopped himself after seeing you only carrying a backpack.
He didn’t comment on that as he make small talks with you, walking to the car. He briefed you about the match, preparing you for what you were about to see. Taehyung knows you were still traumatized and he selfishly feels happy for Jungkook. Though you’re scared and your legs are bouncing, you are willing to come today. 
You cast your eyes to the outside views, the car drove past a hectic pedestrian street. You’ve never been to Japan. You were a little fascinated and for a moment you’re thinking of Jungkook enjoying the city.
You missed Jungkook, so much, but seeing him for the first time since the breakup and seeing him at the fighting pit is so nerve wrecking. You’re not sure how you’re going to react.  
“The arena is pretty big. There will be a lot of people. But stay close to me, okay?” Taehyung’s voice breaks your thought.
“Okay,” you anxiously rub your thumbs together. 
“It is scary, but he will be fine,” Taehyung softly said.
“I know,”
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Taehyung let out a curse as the two of you entered the arena. Your eyes darted to the center of the arena, the octagon. You can see the ring girl is holding up number 4 as she walks like a sly fox around the stage.
You can see why Taehyung cursed because you missed almost half of the fight. The crowds are still pumped up with loud cheers and booed. Some of them stood up and started chanting names. You can catch Jungkook and other names as well. 
It’s scary and you can feel your heart beating twice harder than normal the moment you drove out of the airport. You can’t see the octagon clearly as Taehyung pushed through the crowd, holding your hand. He brings you close to the team.
Sitting at the front seat. 
Your breath stopped when you heard a grunt and you snapped your head up to see Jungkook swing his left arm at the opponent. Hard. You flinched backward, trying to get away. Your mind is telling you to turn around but your eyes still bore on Jeon Jungkook. 
He is already injured with blood stains on his brows. You frown at the view. Suddenly feel your heart clenched. Taehyung left you at the seat as he ran to his dad. You can hear him from where you stand.
You cannot sit down because all the adrenaline rush you’re feeling in your body is making your heart beats wild. This is just like the first time you went to his match. 
The loud noise, the lights, the screaming from the commentator. But this time, weirdly enough, you feel relieved. Jungkook is up there, and you’re looking at him in his glory. Despite what Taehyung told you, he looks like he is really trying to win.
And you were glad. This is his dream. He gotta win. Of course he will win.
Another uppercut jab from Jungkook on his opponent’s face.
“How’s the first half?” Taehyung asked his dad and Jimin.  
“Hard! Kook beat that guy real hard. Kook is really fighting this time.” Jimin smiles at Taehyung, he lets out a shaky laugh.
“He is fighting, Tae! Does he know ____ will be here? Where is she?” Jimin looks for you in the crowd before Taehyung pointed at you. He is calling you to come even closer. And now you’re literally a few steps away from the octagon. 
Jimin noticed how your eyes are wide, watching Jungkook head lock the other man on the mat and the way you’re clasping your hands like you’re praying for Jungkook. The referee pounded his fist on the mat, and the bell indicates that the five minutes of the fourth round is over. 
Jungkook spits out his mouth guard as he walks to the corner of the octagon, where everyone is ready to assist him. Coach Kim jumps up to give him a bottle of water for him to gurgle out the blood in his mouth, instantly checking up the injury on his face. Coach Kim frantically explained the next move to Jungkook, guiding him for the last round but Jungkook shakes his head. Mumbling that he is tired. Jimin softly grabs his head so he can sit straight, otherwise Jungkook might collapse. Taehyung wipes the sweat on his chest, avoiding the red spot on his ribs. 
You watched the whole scene with a dry mouth and you were blinking away your tears. Like a lost child you stood still by the barriers not knowing what is your purpose to be here.
You heard Jimin and Taehyung calling out Jungkook, lightly tapping his cheeks and you gasp as you can see Jungkook fluttering his eyes rapidly. 
Following your instinct you climbed up the octagon standing shakily behind him. With only the tall steel cage separating you and him, you managed to fit a few of your fingers through it. Not even a whole hand but at that point, that is enough to touch him. Your cold fingers against his hot and sweaty temple. It’s crazy how a simple touch can make you so happy.
“Jungkook? Jungkookie? Kookie,” a sob wrecking through your body when you call his name as clearly as you can. You need him to hear you.
Jungkook snaps his head, turning around to look at the source of the voice. It’s you and he swears that everything inside the arena just turned into a blurred backdrop. His focus is on you alone. 
“____,” he choked out your name, letting your fingers softly touch his cheeks. His long locks dangle on his forehead, wet with sweat and yet he can see you as clear as the first time you walked into him choking on fried eggs.
“You’re here. You’re really here,” he breathed. Closing his eyes as he leans on your cooling touch.
“I’m here. I’ll wait here, but you gotta promise me. Don’t let that guy beat you up. You got me?” You grew frustrated with the cage. Jungkook notices that and his face seems to show the same feeling as yours. He brings himself closer to you and lets his forehead touch yours.
“I promise, stay okay? I need you. I will end this fight, and we talked okay. I need you,” Jungkook chanted and without knowing, your face is flushed with tears. Jungkook hushed you softly as the ring announcer’s voice booming loud, calling the fighters for the championship round. 
Coach Kim, Taehyung and Jimin look at Jungkook. They could see the glint in his eyes and they knew Jungkook would beat the shit out of his opponent. 
Each round is five minutes long, give or take. It will end sooner if one of the fighters is completely knocked out, or when they tapped out. A sign of giving in. To some, five minutes is so short, it’s like a length of a song or two. Five minutes is relatively short.
But in UFC or MMA matches, five minutes can feel like an eternity. Jungkook once told you that in that five minutes, imagine yourself running so fast while dragging tons of weight. Plus, you have to be very agile and precise with your attacks so that you won’t be wasting energy on just yielding. 
To other eyes, the crowd, the commentators, five minutes pass by as quickly as a lightning. Jabs, round kicks, or overhand are very swift moves. A blink and you might have missed it. But to the eyes of the team, the coaches, and the fighter. It’s a slow-motion moment.
They can calculate the next move, figure out the weak points and you can see that too. As an outsider of the MMA world, you can see Jungkook moves in slow-mo as his legs do a sharp snapping motion.
It’s a powerful strike and the sound, it’s like the other guy is getting hit with a baseball bat. Unlike the first time you watched him fight, this time you can see Jungkook in his beautiful glory. And that makes you wipe your eyes furiously. How can you leave him like that?
The other guy is already weakened but Jungkook didn’t falter. This time he trips the opponent by pushing the upper body while taking one of his legs, making him lose his balance and fall immediately with a loud thud. 
“Watch carefully, ____. This is Jungkook’s signature move!” Jimin shouted excitedly to you because the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers as Jungkook executed his moves and the commentators shouted at each other. Telling everyone what Jungkook had done.
Jimin has been eyeing you since the first second Jungkook got up. He can see the awe in your teary wide eyes. Jimin shakes his head, chuckling at you who only turned your body at him but your face is zeroed on Jungkook. He’s not sure you heard him or not but he thinks you did. So he keeps explaining Jungkook’s next move to you. 
“This is what we called Jungkook’s Overhead Slams. See how Kook is closing the gap on that guy with his arms hooked tightly under his knees and look! Look! Kook lifted him up!” You watched with your breath stuck in your throat. Jungkook was so fast and it happens so quick! Jimin is already jumping with his fist in the air.
Shouting “Slam! Slam! Slam!” with Taehyung and Coach Kim. Everyone in his team is already cheering.
“This is when he will slam his opponent! McGregor won’t stand a chance! And he slams!” Jimin screamed with you as the loud fall on the mat echoed and in a milliseconds the crowd turned quiet and suddenly the arena was shaking with how loud everyone was screaming.
The referee runs to stop Jungkook from punching the guy who was laid motionless on the mat. The referee announced that it is a total knockout because the guy is completely incapable of standing up. 
Jungkook won!
He fell on his knees, gasping for air but he turned his head to look for a certain someone in the crowd. The frantic coach and his team members are calling for him and yet all he can see is your small figure in the sea of people. Your glowing features amongst the flashlight. He got up and jumped over the tall cage to you. Landed on his sore feet but it’s you that’s waiting down there. He doesn’t care about the feet. 
You wanna say something. Something like congratulations or good job or whatever but can seem to find your voice. Bet you looked like a clown with a gaping mouth and blurry eyes because of the tears. He beats you first by engulfing you in a hug. Landing his head on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. Jungkook was over the moon when you hugged him back. 
“You won,” it comes out like a whisper to him.
Jungkook can’t even reply because he feels so overwhelmed. To him it was the first time you saw him fight and won (and wide awake unlike that time when he blacked out). With a frowning lips he lets himself cry. Be damned to all the journalists taking photos of him crying.
The two of you become the centre of attention as the cameras are showing you on the big screen and the photographers swarm up making a circle, taking photos. All you can feel, see and hear is Jeon Jungkook. 
“Oh no,” you pouted at his frowning look, wiping his tears away. He will always be your baby. “I’m sorry,”
He shakes his head, cupping your cheeks and he kisses you. All of those days away from him makes the kiss more emotional, it was soft like and gentle. You are aware of his split lips but Jungkook dives in and he didn’t even flinch. Soon the kiss turns needy as he licks your lower lips and the ring announcer laughs. His voice abruptly pulls you apart. You were a blushing mess but Jungkook just groaned annoyingly.
“The winner, come claim your winning belt first. Let me announce you and then go back to your girl,” the ring announcer teased.
“Stay, stay. Okay.” He said and you knew it wasn’t just staying in the arena after he got his belt. It sounds like he wanted you to stay for a long time. This time you’re not freaking out, you nod.
Giving him a reassuring smile. Ushering him back to the octagon and you can see he bounces with happiness as the referee raises up his hand and the ring announcer screams his name. The two of you will work it out, everything will get better again but for this moment, you’ll stay.
“I need you,” Jungkook mouthed at you. 
“I’ll stay,” you blew him an air kiss.
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pennyluna · 7 months ago
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Secretly Mine - One Shot -Jeon Jungkook
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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female) 🔞
Genre: Secret dating - slight smut - friends
Plot: little secret being revealed
Word count: 1.243
A/N: This one shot is part of a collection of one shots I am working in right now. Sorry it took me a long time to post again, I was busy moving to a new country and settling in so I haven't had much time to post but I am back now.
I open my eyes, my sight blurry and I feel my head pounding... ugh. I went out to a club with a couple of friends last night and ended up bumping into Jungkook and his friends, it was a fun night that ended on me having to help him bring two very drunk Jimin and Mingyu back to Jungkook's apartment, where I ended up also staying the night.
After putting Jimin and Mingyu in the guestrooms, I tried to leave but Jungkook's very good passionate kisses convinced me otherwise. Now I look at the handsome man laying next to me, his breathing calm and even, he seems so peaceful so I try my best not to wake him, I try to move his heavy arm from around my naked body, which results on him steering in bed but staying asleep.
I need a shower so I get off the bed noticing how our clothes are all over the floor, my tight leather dress that was almost ripped from my body seems so small laying there next to his t-shirt. I grabbed the clothes and pulled them all into his corner chair  -My head hurts-
I love the water pressure in Jungkook's shower, I love the frosted shower screen and how spacious it is.
I let the warm water run from my head and  wash over my body in hopes that it will take the hangover away, while relaxing I hear the bathroom door open and close but I don't move, I know it's him.
"Good morning, beautiful" Jungkook says while lowering himself to kiss my shoulder. I tilt my head back onto his chest now firmly pressed against my back.
"Did I wake you?"
"Did you not get enough last night?" I say, a moan escaping my lips. "The boys are still here, they might hear us."
"Nah. I just missed you out there" he says while starting to trace kisses on my neck. His hands moving one to my breast and one to my core, where his fingers start rubbing my clit.
I let myself melt into him.
"Never." He says between neck kisses " They are still asleep and the walls are pretty thick so don't worry."
We had done it in here before but no one else was ever in the house at the same time so I worry, I'm not ready for people to find out about our little secret.
He turns me around "(Y/L) trust me..." he looks at me, scanning my face that seem to not be showing the emotion he is looking for so he drops to his knees, pulls one of my legs over his shoulder and looking into my eyes he adds "let me help you relax"
I'm so close to my release that I start shaking and he is smiling at me mischievously, he is dragging it out, torturing me a little and enjoying it.
After one of the best orgasms I've ever had through Oral sex, he gets up pulling my legs to his waist and holding me against the wall. I can feel his cock rubbing my entrance and taking a break from a very intense kiss, he pushes in causing us both to groan in pleasure.
Once he knows I have adjusted to his size, he starts pushing in and out of me, making my eyes roll back ad shut.
He picks up the pace, our kisses more passionate each time and my orgasm is building. I know his is too. I know all the signs of his body like he knows mine and this is meant to be a morning quicky, I can feel the muscles in his back tensing under my fingertips.
"Oh My Gㅡ YES. YES! I'mㅡ" my moans get placated by his big hand placed on my mouth. I want to complain because he stopped thrusting into me while I was trying to ride my orgasm but when I look at him I notice the panicked look in his eyes and then I hear the reason.
"Hey Kook, sorry for barging in. I really need to pee and I think Mingyu is throwing up on the other one" It's Jimin. Jimin is in the freaking bathroom while I'm fully naked. Not to mention the fact that his precious golden maknae's cock is buried deep inside of me. OH MY GOD.
"Jimin. What the fuck? Get out" Jungkook orders him.
"I just need to pee. Give me one second" I hear a belt buckle followed by a zipper and my eyes widen.
"JIMIN. GET THE FUCK OUT." His voice is now seriously scary and some how it turns me on, causing my pussy to clench around Jungkook's cock who closes his eyes trying to level his breathing and then gives me a warning look.
"Kook, I'll be out in a second" I hear the sound of what I assume is his pee hitting the water in the toilet and resign, throwing my head into Jungkook's chest. -I don't think this could be any worse- " Hey so, I think I'll ask (Y/N) out." My head snaps back up and I lock eyes with Jungkook who looks very annoyed. "She looked so fucking hot last night with that dress. I couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to take it off her..." my brain shuts off, I could not continue listening to what seemed like a mini rant about all the ways he would do me.
"Jimin shut up and get the fuck out" Jungkook's words came out slowly but they were a warning that sounded dangerous and it snapped me out of my disassociating state.
"Bro what the heck is your problem? I'm telling you about a girl I want to hook up with" Jimin's tone seems annoyed but pleading.
"I can't help you get (Y/N)..." 
I've always known Jungkook gets jealous easily, specially when people talk about me but this is not Jimin's fault, he doesn't know his friend and I are in a relationship. Jungkook and I have been dating for a while now but held off on telling the others because we want to enjoy our privacy bubble a bit longer. Well that and the fact I was scared of telling people.
I touch Jungkook's hand to get his attention and when he looks at me, I mouth 'it's time', he needs to tell his friend before this gets any more awkward. He has been wanting to tell him for a while but didn't because of me, so I let him know it's okay.
"Why not? You guys are close, you could just talk to her for me."
" Yeah, right. We are close. Very close. So I can't help you out with her"
"What do you mean? Why-" there is a few seconds of silence "Wait Jungkook... are you and (Y/N)... are you guys fucking?" his voice sound surprised and amused.
Jungkook turns to look at my blushing face and grins "Thanks to you, not anymore" 
"Huh?" there is a few seconds of silence and then a gasp "Wait.. are you- is she-?"
I can hear the realization hit him so I do the only thing I can think about "Hiii Chim"
"OH.. mmm... Hii (Y/N)!!"
"Oookay" Jungkook says slowly "Now can you get the fuck out please?"
Jimin leaves the bathroom and I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. Jungkook's hands go to the back of my neck to hold me upright and he bends down to kiss me deeply.
"Mine. I can finally tell everyone that you are mine. My girl."
A/N 2: Hope you enjoy it. Please let me know if there is anyone you would like me to make a story one and I will try my best to add it to my list of one shots 😘
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alphabetboyluvr · 11 months ago
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the curious lifespan of migrating monarchs - jjk
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THE CURIOUS LIFESPAN OF MIGRATING MONARCHS (& other aurelian affairs)
pairing: streamer!jk x international student!female oc (s2l)
warnings: strangers to lovers, clubbing, foul language, alcohol, vaping lol, jungkook is kinda famous, the oc is oblivious, the oc is also a foreign student who has very recently arrived in Korea!! (pls note - while i've been in korean uni dorms, i've never been in yonsei dorms specifically so don't shout at me if it isn't supeeeerr accurate), jaykay is speaking in eng for like 90% of this!!, i've also never watched a gaming streamer and had to do so for research lmao so there's a lot of guesswork going awwwn <3, the oc has tattoos, they bond over this, cute nicknames (tokki and nabi <3), one bed trope?? kinda, jaykay lives w/ yoongi and tae (they are streamers too (and dj?? (tae is a bit unhinged))), jungkook wears calvins!, a singular appearance of yoongi in his boxers!!, tipsy hookup, fingering, protected sex (woo!), desk sex, oral (m receiving), girliepop swallows <3, brief mentions of jungkook's starry eyes, lots of kisses, bunny ears, (1) mention of cross-fit
wordcount: 13011
note from holly: this was a commission done for the lovely Michelle over on my kofi page!! i don't open commissions often, but when I do I'm very lucky that the requests are so much fun. this actually ended up being way longer than it was supposed to be lol and is also available on wattpad!! also fun facts for you - I imagine the boys apartment (and jks room!) to be same as jk + jimins place in BD, just a little bigger lmao
minors dni // cross posted to wattpad
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CLUB SUNDOWN WAUSAN-RO, HONGDAE SATURDAY 02:24
Time ceases to exist after the sun goes down in Seoul. It could be two, or it could be five. The only thing that really clues you in on the actual time is the DJ schedule that lights up behind the decks: 02:00-03:00, Blu-Tae.
It's some guy you've never heard of. Looks no older than you. Probably a student, just like the rest of the crowd.
His hair is as blue as his namesake, which does make you smile, and his choices aren't bad either (even if somewhat questionable). You've never heard a jazz remix of Darude's Sandstorm before, and you doubt you ever will again.
Club Sundown is just as rogue as the rest of the city after the sun goes down. Hidden in the basement—like all the best places in Seoul are—the small room is packed to the absolute brim.
Who cares for views and sunsets offered by rooftop bars when you could lose yourself in the debauchery of an eternal midnight, instead?
Drinks are spilt on strangers, and dances have lost the grandeur of old-fashioned waltzes. It's not like you could dance properly, even if you wanted to. There's just simply no space.
Like Alice, you're down the rabbit hole—and oh, how you prefer it to being in the real world. In the shadows, you can be anyone you like.
If you were sober, you'd know this is also the case for daily life. You're in a new country with no ties to your former self. Who you are is who you choose to be.
But the shadows aren't all that dark. The red lights of the club bleed into the cracks, painting everyone in the same subtle hue of danger.
They shine a little light on the identifiers of you; the thin black lines of your patchwork tattoos. Trailing up your arm, they're memories of your past selves, and an indicator of who you hope to become.
"Down this," you say to your dormmate, Rae, handing back over the drink you've just ordered from the bar. "Cloakroom, then dance."
Still carrying your winter coats, you'd wanted to check the place out before committing to it. Entry is free, but the cloakroom is the same price as a drink. It would only be worth putting your coats away if you knew you wanted to stay—and given the fact the DJ was playing O-Zone's Dragostea Din Tei as you entered, you know it's a no-brainer. While his stage name might make you roll your eyes a little, Blu-Tae certainly does cater to your tastes. When you're drunk, and music vibrates through you, it's empyrean. No place you'd rather be.
"Oh, Jesus," Rae gags as she sips the drink you've just handed her. Despite her disgust, she's laughing. Head to toe in black, dark hair loose around her shoulders, she's been your ride-or-die since you arrived in Seoul. Both international students in the same dorm, there's no one you'd rather get up to no good with. "Vodka?!"
You beam at her like you're from the heavens above, wrongfully relegated to the depths of sin. Pretend like you love vodka. It's totally not like you panicked when you saw the menu was all in Korean.
Vodka-coke is a universally understood delicacy—the easiest thing for you to order without making a tit of yourself or butchering the pronunciation. When the bartender ignored your botched attempt at ordering in Korean and answered in fluent English, you'd wanted to melt into the floor. So embarrassing.
You're here, like most foreign students, for a language course. Semester is yet to start, and as much as you've studied and practised hard, it's always different when putting it into practice.
"I'm sorry," you laugh. "It's fine—you can order next time!"
But Rae has the exact same predicament as you. If anything, your language skills are better than hers, so you really have no hope. It's vodka-cokes for the evening, or maybe highballs. Once your tipsy brain manages to compute hangul cocktail names, you'll be golden, but that won't be for another few weeks, yet.
You'll look back at this time of your life fondly, realising how simple it all was, even if it feels incredibly overwhelming right now.
Funnily enough, hope is exactly what you have: for the semester ahead, for this new life you're forging, for the opportunities that may come your way.
In fact, by the time you're on your third vodka coke, you've managed to convince yourself you actually like it. You also can't taste it, thanks to the bartender freepouring a 60-40 ratio of vodka to coke in the first drink. Your tastebuds were wiped out pretty much instantly.
Coats in the cloakroom, you're glad to be wearing thin layers. The room is stuffy; your skin sweaty. While meeting new friends had been the goal, you keep to yourself. Dance like nobody is watching. Hold Rae's hands to stay close and ward off weirdos. Quickly realise that clubs back home are slightly different. Pay it no mind. Ignore the intrusions of hands on waists, because men, disappointingly, are no different.
Or at least most of them aren't.
But most of them don't look like the man in the corner booth, laughing with his friends.
Though he is tall, he's eclipsed by his demeanour. Shoulders broad, he's in a dark T-shirt and pair of jeans. Nothing special. Nothing that warrants such a perplexed stare from you - but he's familiar. You can't place him, but he's got the kind of face you swear you've seen before.
Rae doesn't notice the change in your poise, nor how you're desperately trying to work out where you know him from. Perhaps you've seen him around your university? It's only been a couple of weeks, but people are steadily moving in. Maybe he works at the convenience store you constantly find yourself in? Or mans the front desk of the noraebang you and Rae visit pretty much every other evening?
Impossible, you think. If you'd seen him before, you wouldn't have forgotten him, or the way he constantly toys with his lip rings. Plural. There are signs up around the place stating bar rules. NO SMOKING is rule number three. You've seen his friends pass him over a vape a handful of times. Anyone else, and you'd think it was cringe. Embarrassing.
But in the midst of his laughter settling, and a fresh toke being inhaled, his eyes flicker towards yours.
Perhaps it's just because you're drunk, but you don't avert your gaze. Show no shame. The smile on his lips sinks into a smirk as he exhales. An acknowledgement. A 'hello, trouble'.
Again, any other man, you'd find the vape smoke repugnant. Nasty. Now? Watching the way he flicks his tongue against his lip rings?
You wanna know how it tastes.
Black ink weaves an intricate outline of who he is up his arms. Where he's been. Who he's been. A map, if you will, of his soul.
Much like your own tattoos, he's got thick black lines, and little else. Simple, you assume. A man of convenience. Efficiency.
You wonder if he does everything in life with the precision to match his tattoos, and as your lips wrap around the straw of your vodka-coke, you decide you'd quite like to find out.
Interrupted by Rae pulling you deeper into the crowd, your night is spent in and out of shadows. Attempt subtlety. Try not to make your occasional glances to the corner booth noticeable, just checking if his eyes are still on you. More often than not, they aren't—but sometimes they are, and that's enough to fuel your little flirt.
It's not until the sign behind the DJ booth changes from 03:00-04:00, GLOSS into some other guy that you notice your staring contest opponent has slipped into the shadows himself. The booth is void of both him and his friends. Gone.
"GLOSS has a set at another club," Rae all but yells in your ear, and even then, you barely hear her. "All the hotties left when he did. Let's go."
"Where to?!" You laugh, empty cup in hand. Admittedly, the new guy who's stepped into the DJ booth is just not doing it for you. Blu-Tae was just the right amount of unhinged with classics, whereas GLOSS was definitely cooler, but still fun. Had the club yelling curse words over trap remixes just for the fun of it. This new guy, whose name you don't care to remember, takes himself too seriously, you think.
"It's, like, two blocks down," she yells back, tugging on your wrist to drag you to the stairwell that leads you back up to the streets of Seoul. The hustle and bustle of people trying to go in different directions in the tight place forces you apart, but you figure you'll catch up with her, or that she'll be waiting at the top.
You don't know the roads well enough yet to make it to whichever club it's at alone, and quickly realise when you nearly tumble into the side of a waiting taxi that you're far drunker than expected. Knew the bartender was freepouring, but didn't realise just how free those pours really were.
"Woah, easy trouble," a deep voice sounds from behind you as you're steadied to a more stable position.
"I'm good, I'm good!" You insist, shaking off the hands of your 'saviour'. Have no interest in being a damsel in distress, or some sober guy trying to take advantage of you.
Looking down to check your laces are tied properly, you check over your shoulder to make sure the guy isn't creepily waiting for a thank you that he can turn into an intrusive game of 21 questions—'are you open-minded?' or 'do you live alone?'—but when you glance in his direction, you regret it. Notice the tattoos immediately. Recognise the eyes. Want to die.
"Oh."
"Oh," he says back with a smile, imitating you. Suddenly, the confidence you'd had earlier when looking at him from afar dissolves into nothingness, just like the alcohol in your bloodstream. You feel rather sober, but your body would definitely disagree. "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," you nod, suddenly a little stuck for words, desperately trying to play things cool. "Are you okay?"
The pouting of his lips as his tongue runs along the inside of his cheek only serves to make you internally cringe. Men who look like him have no business being on streets like this. Should be in a museum. Strung up on the walls with the other masterpieces. Admired by everyone who looks his way.
In a way you don't yet realise, he is.
Though he's not in galleries, he's often burning into people's laptop screens. Is the background of a fair few thousand lock screens. Indeed, he is admired by everyone who looks his way, just not in the traditional sense.
"I'm not the one who just fell into a car," he reminds you, as if you could forget your embarrassment so quickly.
"Was just seeing if you'd catch me," you bullshit, the confidence you usually have returning tenfold. Was just a momentary blip. He's just a man, after all.
"Oh?" He chirps, decidedly curious. "So you fell for me?"
"Stumbled."
"Semantics."
His fluency, and the fact he just said 'semantics' so casually in conversation, clues you in on the fact he might be a language student, too. 
Could be useful study partners for each other, you think, then mentally berate yourself for already masterminding ways to see him again.
"So, where you going?" He asks, not caring to downplay his curiosity. The bartenders were free-pouring his drinks just as severely as they poured yours. The only difference is that his were on the house—'cause you were right. He does have a recognisable face. "Should probably go with you. Make sure you don't fall into the road."
"Stumble," you insist, a little pleased with the boldness of his suggestion, but not wanting to blindly agree. "My friend," you say glancing around, only to find yourself completely alone. "She wanted to go catch the next GLOSS set. So, I guess that's where we're going."
"Just down the road," he says, knowing the schedule like the back of his hand. Bounces from club to club supporting his friends, just like they would for him. If he wanted, he could get a slot up there, too. He doesn't care for it. "I'll walk with you, if you want? My friends are heading there anyway."
It's not a bad offer.
In fact, it's probably the best offer you'll get all night.
"C'mon," he nods his head to the side, encouraging you to follow him. Checks his phone for the time. "Starts in five."
If there's one thing you've indulged in since moving to Seoul, it's how safe you always feel. Security cameras are on every corner, and you've walked home countless times without any issues, even late into the night. While the place isn't perfect, it's far safer than your home country.
Still, you're not a complete idiot.
"It's not wise to follow strange men down dark alleys," you tell him.
He holds out his hand. Waits for you to shake it. Cocks a brow when you hesitate, so introduces himself.
"Jungkook. Nice to meet you. Now, can we please hurry up? I promised I'd be there."
Narrowing your eyes, you don't shake his hand. Arms folded over your chest, there is ice to your exterior, and given how warm his eyes are, you doubt it'll last for very long. May as well keep up this hard-to-get act while you still can.
Walking on past him, you call back, "Alright then. Lead the way."
In the domed mirror meant for reversing cars at the end of a tight alley, you see him laugh. "Wrong way, idiot."
Pausing, you scrunch your face up. Don't turn to face him for at least a second or so—but when you do, you're surprised to see him walking towards you. Hooking his arm around your waist, he carries on walking in the 'wrong' direction, taking you with him.
"Was just fucking with you," he grins. Nods towards a sign by another basement entrance, listing both Blu-Tae and GLOSS.
By the door, Rae is looking around like a mother duck who's just lost some of her ducklings when crossing the road. Breathes a sigh of relief when she spots you.
"C'mon," she grins, then realises who you're with. Says nothing of it, 'cause she doesn't want to be weird, but she recognises him, too. Decides she's just had a little too much to drink. There's no way it's him. Holds out her hand for you.
Reaching out for her, you're let go from Jungkook's grip, ready to get lost in the lights once more.
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HAEJANG24 WAUSAN-RO, HONGDAE SATURDAY 05:53
Seoul is a city for the nocturnal. The restaurants and bars are open until the last men are standing. Given how much you've had to drink, you're surprised you still are.
Rae had dipped an hour or so ago. Had hit it off with Mr Blu-Tae himself. Seduced him with the suggestion that their couple name would be Blu-Rae. He'd said they should go to a DVD-bang. Would be fitting. See what Blu-rays were on file.
Naturally, you'd looked on with mild disgust and also admiration for how quickly she'd worked her magic. Everyone knows what goes down in DVD-bangs. Small private rooms, often with projector screens and the world's least comfortable futons, they're somewhere you hope to never end up—but also can't wait to hear all the details the next morning when Rae comes to your room for a debrief.
You'd been left under the surveillance of Jungkook.
"Look after her," Rae had instructed, then narrowed her eyes. "Or I'll destroy your reputation with a single twitter thread, Tokki."
It's a threat he's taken seriously. Knows how the internet works, and even though he's never done anything worthy of a cancellation, he also doesn't intend on starting now. The fact you seem to have no idea who he is during the daylight hours intrigues him. It's a rarity on streets like these.
Even when a few people asked for pictures with him on your walk to the hangover soup place, you didn't clock it as weird. Figured they were friends passing by, wanting to document their chance run-in. Just another memory of the night. The way Jungkook had greeted them was full of warmth, and kindness. Why wouldn't you assume they were mates?
You were also still incredibly drunk at the time, so didn't think to question it. Was keen for food, and Jungkook had insisted on hangover soup, and so that's where you are. Dishes nearly empty, far more of it eaten by him than you, you're laughing about nothing and everything all at once.
"Right," Jungkook declares, deciding he cannot hold in a question that's been tickling at his brain for the entire meal. "What the fuck is that?"
Coat left in the cloakroom, long forgotten about, your tattoos are on full display for him, just like his are for you. Up your arm they trail; a patchwork of teeny tiny identifiers. Latin phrases around skulls, birth flowers of the people you hold close, butterflies and stars. There's an ode to your favourite musician and your favourite Shakespeare quote, too. The fabric of you etched into your skin. There's no reinventing yourself, even half the world away from home.
You know precisely which tattoo Jungkook is asking about. You've asked yourself the same question a few times.
"Fuck off," you laugh.
While most of your tattoos are gorgeous, there's one that was done by a rogue artist on a girlie holiday a few years ago. What was supposed to be a seashell now looks like... well, nothing really. It's just a blob, thanks to the artist being absolutely terrible. The only solace you find in it is that your two best friends have an equally awful permanent reminder of that holiday on their bodies, too.
"It doesn't look how it's supposed to," you explain with a little pout. "I got royally screwed over."
He cocks a brow. You still haven't told him what it is. He isn't gonna ask you twice.
With a grumble, you feebly admit, "A shell."
And then he's laughing. Really laughing. Laughing so hard you think he might piss himself—which you'd actually prefer, because then he could be the embarrassed one, instead.
"I'm calling you Shelly from now on," he says with a broad smile. Has had his fair share of tattoo blunders, and knows you must've developed an affection towards how shitty it is. Would have gotten it covered up, otherwise. "That's incredible."
"You're calling me so such thing," you assure him, but you also can't help but laugh.
"I am," he tells you, then really solidifies it. "Shelly."
"Fuck off," you whine, doubling down. Scanning his arms, you try and pick out anything you can use against him, too. "If I'm Shelly, then you're Mike."
"Mike?!" He protests.
"Yeah," you insist, pointing towards the microphone on his forearm. "Mike."
"You are not calling me Mike. Do I look like a Mike?!"
"Do I look like a Shelly?!"
You've got a point. It's not the name he would have first associated with you - but it is cute, he thinks. Cute how mortified you seem. Cute how you can't help but smile.
After a little bit of back and forth, it's decided that neither of you look like your namesakes.
"Y'know, we kinda have matching tattoos," he says, holding out his arm for you to study. "Or at least, the placements."
And sure enough, below his elbow lives the outline of a bunny sitting on a crescent moon. Holding your own arm out next to his, below your elbow is a butterfly. Above it, is a teeny tiny moon.
Like Jungkook's moon, it's a crescent. Was supposed to symbolise new beginnings. You wonder what his means, but don't ask. Instead, you marvel at the coincidence of it all.
He presses his index finger against the butterfly on the inside of your forearm. The echoing chatter of the restaurant fades softly into nothingness as he says, "Nabi."
You nod. Even if you have spoken with him in English this entire time, it's nice to hear him speak in his mother tongue, no matter how minimal - so you reciprocate. Press your index finger against his bunny. Smile. Say, "Tokki."
It further confirms to Jungkook that you have no idea who he is. Has been a while since he's met a girl in a circumstance like this where that's the case. Likes the anonymity of it all. Is hiding his identity from you, and yet hasn't felt such vulnerability for years.
"Daltokki, right?" You continue, not wanting the silence to linger for too long. "The rabbit in the moon?"
You're not wrong, but you're also not entirely right.
"Yeah," he smiles regardless. "That's it."
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JUNGKOOK'S APARTMENT ITAEWON-DONG, YONGSAN-GU SATURDAY 07:12
"Shhh," Jungkook quietly laughs. 
His hand is over your mouth and the other is on your hip as he guides you into his apartment. With your back to his chest, you've both been giggling for the entire ride to his place.
He had insisted that he should walk you home, and was surprised by the offense you seemed to have taken by this. You then told him that he absolutely could not seduce you, and that it was very gender-role-conforming for him to think that you were incapable of getting home by yourself.
"Maybe I should be the one to make sure you get home safely," you had said with a false sense of concern, which had made him laugh quite considerably.
In all reality, you didn't mind him offering to get you home. You just hadn't tidied your room. Didn't really expect to be taking a boy back to your place, much less one that looks like him.
Together, you'd caught the early morning bus over to Itaewon instead of a taxi, 'cause you're still on a student budget and Jungkook wasn't quite ready to blow his cover just yet.
You've been teasing him—questioning his status as a potential International Super Spy—ever since he took your hand and guided you into one of the flashiest apartment complexes you've ever been in. There was security. Doormen. A passcode for the elevator—not to mention that he was heading up to the seventh floor once you were in it. Might not sound like much, but when there are only seven floors to the entire building, it makes it the penthouse by default.
"It's not a penthouse," he'd insisted. "Plus, I live with friends. Only pay a third of the rent."
But a third of his rent is more money than you'll probably see in three months of post-grad work. You're drunk, but you're not stupid. You also know that the rental market here differs significantly from your home country. Monthly rent is cheap, but the deposits are extortionate. Sure, he'll get it back when he leaves, but to have the initial money needed for a place like this? He's not a regular student, if one at all, that much is sure.
"Not sure who's home," Jungkook whispers as you both kick your shoes off in the entryway. Given the looks of the other shoes, it's clear that this is a guys-only living situation. You're proven right when he continues, "Betcha Tae's still in that damn DVD-bang, but Yoongi might be back."
"Yoongi?" You question.
"GLOSS," Jungkook says, remembering how oblivious you are to who he is. Reaching down to grab your shoes, he isn't gonna leave them by the door. Will take them to his room. Doesn't want the boys asking questions, if they are in. Knows they'll just use it as an excuse to publicly roast him whenever they're next online together.
Given that a stream is scheduled for Sunday night, he doesn't want to tempt fate.
Their current choice of wind-up, which the viewers have been eating up, is the joke that Jungkook is a virgin. He's not, but he never knows how to defend himself without sounding like a tool, so always gets a little awkward. A lot of their viewers love it. Join in on the joke. Some take it seriously. He doesn't care.
Next month, Taehyung will do something dumb, and he'll become the favourite joke for a while. Maybe Yoongi. But for now, it's Jungkook.
None of them take it to heart. They're just a group of friends who share their gaming hangouts online, and accidentally made it to the top of the ranks.
They aren't particularly good at gaming, but that's part of the charm. Crescent Collective is how they're known: Blu-Tae, GLOSS and Tokki.
After a bet went wrong, and they all lost, they ended up with moon tattoos and their respective 'symbols'. Jungkook's is a rabbit, Tae's is a blu-ray DVD disk (because he really is committed to the bit), and Yoongi's is stars to symbolise the shine of fresh gloss. Jungkook's makes the most sense. Yoongi's is pretty decent. Taehyung's is just... Well, it's very him.
Sliding open the door into the main living area, Jungkook has to cover your mouth again when you gasp at the sheer size of the place.
"I thought butterflies were supposed to be silent?" He teases. "Quiet for me, Nabi."
His place is bigger than your family home, you think. Hushing you again, he's laughing—and then he's cursing at the sight of a half-naked Yoongi by the kitchen counter.
In his boxers, with half a clementine slice hanging from his lips, he's just as shocked to see Jungkook with you. Gets over it pretty quickly.
"Don't mind me," he says, chewing down on the fruit with a smirk. Looks towards you. "Apologies for the lack of clothes."
With your shoes hooked on his fingers, Jungkook's other large hand is still over your mouth. You're not sure you can form any words as it is, but you do notice the crescent moon and stars on Yoongi's ribs.
"Not a word to Tae," is all Jungkook says. Knows that he'll be in for a world of teasing tomorrow if he gets wind of it. "I mean it."
Holding his hands up, Yoongi's still smirking, but he is backing away into a room just off the kitchen. "My lips are sealed."
Watching as he closes the door, you wonder how much truth is in his words. Jungkook knows it's absolute bullshit. Chooses not to dwell on it. Loosens his grip on you and heads towards his own room. Turns back to check you're following him, and can't help but smile when he knows that you are.
Tossing your shoes just inside the door, Jungkook is quick to pick up a pair of jeans he'd left on the floor, before chucking them over his desk chair. He tweaks his bedding. Straightens it out. Looks a little shy as he turns to face you.
"Made it home safe," he says quietly, as you close the door behind you.
You nod. Keep a little distance. Say, "It's dangerous to sleep after drinking. Make sure you build a tower of pillows in the middle of your bed so you don't roll onto your back."
Both of you are far more sober than you were earlier. There's no need to worry about anything like that.
And yet he nods, now. Says, "You're probably right. You can always stay, though. Just to check I don't die in my sleep, or whatever."
"It'd be the responsible thing to do," you nod, wondering if he can tell just how fast your heart is beating. "But I don't have any pyjamas."
Jungkook swallows. The way he looks at you now is entirely different to how he'd looked at you in the club. Back then, he'd been bold. Flirtatious.
Now, he seems vulnerable. Needy.
"I sleep in my underwear," he tells you, unsure if you'll actually be sleeping. While he likes the idea of fucking you, part of him doesn't want to. Fears it'll ruin the magic of the unknown. The way he throbs at the mere thought of it would suggest that his hopes outweigh his fears. "I don't mind, if you don't."
The clothes Jungkook's wearing are baggy. You've seen nothing of his figure.
Reaching for the nape of his neck, he tugs on the fabric of his T-shirt. Pulls it over his head and discards it in one swift movement. The sound of it crumpling on the floor is abrasive in how it makes you feel. Raw. Unrefined. You suppose it's just a natural consequence of seeing the toned muscles of his chest. How his waist defies what you thought was possible for masculine builds, and how broad his chest is. The indent of his collarbones, and the lines of his pelvis that draw your eyes downwards.
A pair of Calvins peek just above the waistband of his jeans, and a silver chain rests around his neck. Light from the city filters in, and LED lights around his impressive computer set-up paint him in a hue of violet.
"No," you manage to reply, which is a miracle, you think. "I don't mind."
And then you reciprocate. Reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Seeing him swallow back his nerves, or maybe his desires, makes you feel far bolder than you should.
"It's really uncomfortable to sleep in jeans," you tell him.
He nods. Agrees. Threads the button of his trousers through its loop. Doesn't take them off yet. Waits for you to do the same. Keeps his eyes firmly locked on yours. Doesn't let his gaze wander, no matter how much he has to fight all his instincts not to fully take you in. Is still pretending like he doesn't want you in the most indecent of ways.
The room you're in right now is known worldwide. 
People set it as their zoom backgrounds. It's on Pinterest. There are YouTube videos attempting to recreate the set-up. If he were to power up his computer—which, in all fairness, is only on standby—and go live, there'd be a thousand viewers within minutes. Doesn't matter what he plays, or who he's with. He doesn't give it much thought anymore. Is just life.
Sometimes, he regrets not being a faceless streamer, but he also knows that it's part of the appeal. Connection, and the fantasy that comes with this almost dystopian, parasocial idea of it.
After all, the meeting of his eyes with yours across a busy club led you to this point. Human connection in the simplest of ways, that he thinks could culminate in the most complex of ways, too.
"Okay," he says. "So take them off."
"You want me to?" You ask just to tease a little bit, and when a smile flickers onto his seemingly nervous lips, you're glad you did.
"You think we'd be here right now if I didn't?" He says with a tweak of his brows.
"You've got a point."
With that, you push your jeans down and reveal the matching set of black underwear you're in. It's nothing special. In fact, it's not really a set, but it's close enough that it'd fool anyone who didn't know.
Jungkook, in this moment, is indeed a beautiful fool.
There's a lopsided grin on his face as he lets his eyes rake down your body. Is shameless as he indulges in you. Nods, as he bites down on his bottom lip.
"It's cold," you tell him, urging him along a little bit.
"Shit," he says without much thought. "Sorry. Was just... Yeah. Shit."
It's both endearing and wholly confusing how Jungkook flips from confident to cute. A man of duality. It makes you giggle, and then you're the one biting down on your bottom lip. Are both a little bashful. A little shy.
"I'm only here to make sure you don't die in your sleep," you remind him before it goes any further.
Looking at him now, knowing you want him in the worst of ways, it's testing all of your willpower not to just cut to the chase.
Thing is, you liked his company tonight. Want it again. Want to give him a reason to seek you out once more. Want him thinking about you in clubs, and looking for you in crowded bars. Pining. Yearning. Needy.
"It's already gone seven," he tells you, walking towards his bed. Knocks his head to the side. Silently tells you to follow suit. "Will probably only get a couple hours in."
"Better than nothing. Plus, you're actually really irritating," you bullshit as you get into bed with him. Are adamant you won't fuck him, but you do let him pull you in closer.
"Oh, yeah?" He grins.
"Mhmm," you nod, pretending as if you aren't looking at his lips. "You'll be less annoying when you're asleep."
"I'm never gonna sleep again," he assures you. "Will annoy you forever."
"I know where the front door is," you say as you stroke a few of his loose, wavy hairs back behind his ears. They fall freely almost right away, but it just gives you another excuse to play with it "I can just leave. I'm only here to make sure you don't die in your sleep. Pointless if you're awake."
"So I have to be asleep for you to stay?"
"Mhmm," you hum.
He immediately loosens his grip on you and flops into an overdramatic sleeping position. Fake snores. Gets you giggling. Can't hide his smile, either. Laughs through the god-awful noises he's making.
But it is late, and you're both tired. As much as he'd like to stay awake with you, the pull of sleep is just too tempting now that you're beneath his sheets. It's not like he doesn't wanna fuck you. His semi is very much present, but neither of you mention it.
"Y'know what's sad about butterflies?" Jungkook mumbles after the laughter dies down. He carefully begins to trace the lines of your tattoo, eyes entirely focused on the tip of his finger.
You purr a response before you fully vocalise one. "Tell me."
He glances up at you only very momentarily. Looks back down. Is quiet when he says, "How quickly they die. Spend over half their lifespan growing into these beautiful creatures, and then they have, what—A week? Two? Three, tops—and then they're gone. It's like the cherry blossoms in spring. Beautiful, and then—" He clicks his fingers. "—gone."
Stroking back some loose strands of his hair, you wonder if he's thinking about you. About this chance encounter. Beautiful, then gone.
"Just means you have to appreciate them while they're still around," you say softly. "Cherish them, because you know you only have them for a moment."
His gaze lifts to meet yours. The reflection of his LED lights makes it seem like butterflies are floating around in his deep, dark eyes, too.
There are stories he could tell you of ancient folklore; about human souls taking the form of butterflies. Of justice, and peace, and spirits. Of back in time, when tigers still smoked. He could tell you of his favourite butterflies. Of the black butterflies that are as large as his hands in the summer. Of the huge display in a museum downtown that would transfix him as a child.
Instead, he gently presses his lips against the lines of your butterfly tattoo.
The rate at which your heart is beating multiplies. Like a swarm of butterflies chasing through your veins, you've no control over the way you're feeling. He's brought your artwork to life; set the souls inside of your butterfly free, only for it to be apparent that the souls belonged to the both of you, anyway.
You know that this is one of those moments; a butterfly passing on by through your lives. Here, and then gone. Beautiful, but fleeting.
There's a shyness to Jungkook now, as he rolls onto his back. A reluctance to get things wrong. He doesn't look at you, just nibbles on his bottom lip and pretends as if the empty white ceiling ahead of him is the most interesting thing he's seen all night.
It's not.
You are.
You, and those eyes that make him feel like the butterfly on your arm is tickling at his tummy. He finds himself jealous when he faces you again and begins tracing the thin lines of your butterfly once more. Wants to embed himself into you like the ink that's carved out a home in your skin.
"Sorry," he mumbles, seemingly regretful of the tender kiss he'd pressed against your arm just a short moment ago. "Don't know why I did that."
"It's okay," you reply without much thought. Like him, you're letting the way you feel dictate the words you say. Care not for playing coy. "I liked it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Jungkook wants to stop his mouth from letting his desires escape. The issue is, he drank a little too much tonight and his lips are a little too loose. Too bad. Can't help himself from asking, "Can I do it again?"
You're just as bad.
"Yeah," you whisper. "Please."
The way his lashes splay against his cheeks as he presses another kiss to your arm is nothing short of celestial. Like that damn moon on his arm, he's got a beauty about him that's hard to capture in words. Ethereal feels too fantastical, but gorgeous feels too dense. He resides in a realm somewhere between the two. Somewhere you'd like to stay forever.
Forever, sadly, only lasts a few hours. You've brunch plans with new friends you can't bail on yet for fear of running a friendship before it's even begun.
You see yourself out. Jungkook's still asleep. Not quite 10AM, you've a dozen missed calls from Rae, and a cold can of coke waiting for you in your fridge. Funnily enough, though, you don't really feel hungover. Must have gotten it all out of your system the night before.
It's only fitting, when you think about Jungkook on the subway home, and how soberingly drunk the idea of him makes you feel. 
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YONSEI UNIVERSITY DORMS DAESIN-DONG, SEODAEMUN-GU SUNDAY 21:39
Brunch had, predictably, been a yawn-fest.
The people were perfectly nice, but you spent the entire time thinking about Jungkook; how you'd left him in a pretty slumber, the LEDs behind his computer still glowing, with not even so much as a note to say thank you.
It's not like he had any paper on his desk, and you weren't about to start rummaging around his room. You also didn't want to wake him. Part of it was because you knew you'd be saying goodbye, and the concept of that was one that you didn't like all that much.
And so your subway ride back to your dorm had been spent searching his name. He didn't take long to find. 
From the club's Instagram, you found GLOSS and quickly discovered that there was far more to both him and Blu-Tae than just being DJs. Their follower counts were wild. Numbers you know you'll never see on your own account. Verification check marks accented their display names. 
Who are you? You'd thought to yourself, incredibly perplexed by it all.
Jungkook was littered all over their pages, and yet it still took a while for you to click through to his account. You're not sure why, but think that perhaps the unknown was a nice place to reside within. Safer. 
CR3SC3NT_T0KK1 was his username—and curiously, Tokki was also his display name. Brows furrowed, you'd almost dropped your phone when you saw his follower count. It eclipsed both of his friends. 
Filled with gaming set-ups, merch drops, and general life dumps, it was pretty clear that whoever Jungkook had made himself out to be the night before was not who he was in real life. 
Equal parts offended and intrigued, you were only more confused when you saw that Rae was already following him—but not following Taehyung.
"What?" she'd beamed when you'd asked her about it after you'd arrived home from brunch, a scoop of hangover ice cream being waved around in the air with her flamboyant gestures. "He's, like, one of the biggest streamers in the country—and if I want to keep Tae obsessed with me, we need as many connections as possible. Jungkook's a frog to me, baby, not a prince. Don't you worry your little cotton socks. I'm not after him."
"I wouldn't care if you were," you'd blatantly lied in response, and then you'd giggled together at how ridiculous you were both being over boys you didn't really know.
Hovering over the bright purple 'JOIN STREAM' button later that evening, part of you holds back. Think it'd be weird. Strange. That he'd somehow know it was you.
Dipping your mouse, you tick the checkbox to join as an anonymous viewer. Take a breath. Think fuck it. Watch with bated breath as the loading wheel turns—and then he's there.
Jeon Jungkook has the kind of beauty that transcends shitty quality streams. Smiling as he jokes with one of his friends through a headset with a pair of black bunny ears affixed to the top of them, you hear a voice you almost recognise. Notice the friend he's streaming with in the top corner. Realise you do know him, too.
Hair as blue as the trees are green, Tae has just as much boyish charm as Jungkook, but also an incredibly large hickey that seems to match the ones on Rae's neck.
"Nah, can we get an L in the chat for Kook," he's teasing. Sure enough, the chat begins to explode with the letter, and Jungkook looks so pretty when he protests.
"It's not an L!"
"It is!" Tae insists. "Should have seen him, guys. Was following this girl around like a lovesick puppy—"
"No, I wasn't!"
"And she didn't even give him her number. Not even her name!"
"That's not true!" Jungkook whines. He switches between Korean and English with ease, sometimes just single words, other times whole sentences. "I have a name."
"What is it?"
"Not telling you."
"Cause you don't have one!"
"No, because you'll all make my life a living hell," Jungkook laughs—and then notices a bright blue comment lighting up in the chat. His eyes widen. "Fuck."
GLOSS: Was calling her Nabi when he got home last night Almost shit his pants when he saw me
"Yoongi, I'm gonna shave your eyebrows off in your sleep," Jungkook growls—only for the chat to start spamming butterfly emojis. Closing his eyes, he leans back in his chair, the still paused video game long forgotten about, now. Thousands of people are in their chat, and even more are watching the stream.
"Guys, get it trending," Taehyung goads. "Tweet, I dunno, bunny and butterfly emojis."
"Don't do that!"
"Hashtag find Jungkook's butterfly."
"Do NOT do that!"
"I'm like a modern-day cupid," Taehyung beams.
"I'm shaving your eyebrows, too."
Closing the stream, you sit for a moment, mouth ajar, unable to process what on earth you've just witnessed. Part of you feels as if it must have an incredibly vivid daydream; a projection of your heart's desire.
And you know you shouldn't, but when you get home from running errands the following day, you join the stream again. Blush when you notice the chat is still teasing Jungkook.
"I'm gonna block you all," he threatens them with a grin, which only encourages them to send even more butterfly emojis.
The next day is no different, nor the day after that.
He is, though. Has been letting it all play on his mind. Doesn't have much of a filter when it comes to streaming.
"What if she didn't even like me, guys," he whines to the chat. "And sees this and is like... mortified. I think I'd punch myself in the face if she ever saw any of this."
You toy with the idea of sending a comment into the chat. Something that only he'd realise was you. Thing is, you feel bad for intruding. As if you shouldn't be prying. As if you're eavesdropping on him chatting with friends, and not on the stream he's broadcasting live around the world.
Typing out a message, you deliberate your choice.
Punch urself in the face pls, tokki x the message reads. 
Simple. Effective. To the point.
But everyone calls him that, you stupidly realise, now.
And so you change the name to 'Mike'. 
Before you can even really realise what you've done, you've pressed send.
The message flitters into the chat feed. He's about to resume his game. Doesn't notice it at first.
Gives the chat one final glance, and then his eyes widen. He sits up taller. Straighter. "Mike?"
You close the lid of your laptop immediately.
"Fuck."
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THE STREETS WAUSAN-RO, HONGDAE FRIDAY 23:51
"Tae is on in five," Rae squeals, dragging you down the road at lightning speed. 
You'd spent far too long at dinner, and also had far too much to drink with your food, so have been forced to make an undignified sprint to the club in an attempt to make it in before the place reaches capacity.
There's already a queue. You can see it from a mile away.
Realistically, Rae could have gotten Taehyung to add her to the guest list. He'd offered. She didn't wanna look needy, so had played it coy about her plans for the evening. 
After a single beer and soju, she'd decided that the idea of him hooking up with anyone but her simply wouldn't do.
"Shit," she sighs in defeat, looking at the queue. The direction you've come from means that you reach the entrance before you reach the queue, but even then, you can tell it goes around the block. "Are there no other clubs these people can go to?!"
There are—but this club is rammed tonight for the same reason Club Sundown was rammed the week before. People want to see the Crescent Collective. 
You didn't realise it at the time, but you'd bypassed the queue of the second club last weekend because Jungkook had been with you.
And as if by a stroke of luck, or perhaps a twist of fate, the same tattooed hand that had held you as you slept last weekend is now putting out a cigarette just a few steps away.
Eyes landing on yours, he looks away again, almost immediately. Feels embarrassed. Stupid. For the way you left him, and also for the way he knows you must know who he is, now.
Behind a red rope, he's away from the general crowd. It's sort of obnoxious, you think—but also know Jungkook is anything but.
"They're with me," Jungkook says to the bouncer, not really looking at you, but nodding in your general direction. Is deliberately keeping a little distance. Instead, he says to Rae, "Tae wouldn't want you waiting in line."
Nodding, the security guard makes way for you, stamping the backs of your hands with UV-activated ink as you walk past.
"Thank you!" Rae beams.
"No worries," Jungkook smiles right back. "He's about to start. Was just getting air. You're lucky you arrived when you did."
"Angel," she praises. "I'll get you a drink while we're in there."
You know her well enough now to know that she absolutely will not, but you don't say anything. Instead, you fold your arms over your chest as you walk, suddenly feeling all awkward in Jungkook's presence.
"Nabi," he curtly greets you as you head down the stairs.
"Tokki," you greet him back just as formally. Consider calling him 'Mike' instead, but you chicken out.
Face scrunching up, Jungkook tries his best not to cringe at himself. Doesn't know if you're addressing him by his tattoo moniker, or just calling him Tokki because you know it's his identifier online.
"How have you been?" He asks, not wanting to let it simmer.
"Alright," you say, aware of how awkward this all feels, as you descend the stairs and into the club. The music is getting louder, and soon you won't be able to hear him talk unless you're in each other's ears. "And you?"
"Alright."
Just as quickly as he appeared, Jungkook is lost to the crowd. 
He doesn't care to stick around if he's just going to be hung out to dry by you again. He tells himself that he only made sure you got in to keep Rae happy for Taehyung's sake—yet as he rejoins his friends in their booth, he finds himself desperately seeking you out again.
It takes him a while, but he eventually spots you by the bar in conversation with Rae. He can't make out what you're saying, but notices how your eyes are flickering around the room. Seems as if you're hunting for something. 
Deep down, even if he pretends like he doesn't, he hopes it's for him.
Pulled away from your search by the bartender passing over drinks to the pair of you, Jungkook feels bad. Knows the drinks are pricey in this place. Also knows, from the conversations you've already had, that you're on a tight budget. Had said that once the semester starts, you'll stop going to parties. Are seemingly unaware of the fact the parties never stop in this city. You'll learn.
When your eyes finally land on his a little while later, you're surprised by his intense gaze—intrigued by his lack of shame for being caught out. He doesn't look away or appear embarrassed. If anything, it's quite the opposite.
Girls are vying for his attention all around him, yet you receive all of it. Half the room away, hundreds of people create a sea between you both. Jungkook thinks he'd swim through it, no matter how choppy the water, if it meant he could have you right now.
You're the one who left, though. 
It's up to you to come back.
Part of you doesn't want to, but then you see another girl making advances, and Rae's horror over other girls trying it on with Taehyung seems to have rubbed off on you. The idea of it makes your skin crawl. You're drunk, and a little reactive, but Jungkook likes playing with fire.
As you work your way through the crowd towards him, he tries his best not to grin. Finds himself vindicated in his desire to be close to you, 'cause it seems like you want it, too.
Sliding in between Jungkook and the girl, you turn and apologise.
"Just need to borrow him for a second," you smile, clutching at his shirt and pulling him away from the booth before she even has a chance to protest.
With an ever-so-satisfied smirk, Jungkook shrugs towards the other girl, and lets you drag him wherever you want. He's putty in your hands, a little tipsy and desperately in need of attention from you. 
For the past week, he's played scenario over scenario over scenario in his head about this moment, and now that it's happening, he's glad he let you seek him out. Is so pleased that you actively want him just as much as he wants you.
In the middle of the crowd, you're hidden from prying eyes. It's too dark to notice any discerning features of the people around you, yet somehow, Jungkook seems like a vibrant golden light to you. Impossible to miss. Unable to ignore.
You wanna talk. Ask him about who the fuck he is. Explain that you didn't mean to leave so heartlessly.
Taehyung's set is so overwhelmingly loud, though. Can barely even hear yourself think.
As soon as he'd spotted Rae in the crowd, Taehyung had sent the bar coordinator to go and get her. She's sitting pretty up in the DJ booth, incredibly pleased with herself. Notices you and Jungkook almost immediately. Knows it'll be on Twitter in the next few hours, especially if that damn butterfly tattoo of yours is noticed.
Bunnies and butterflies have been trending for days.
Jungkook speaks, but you can't hear him.
"Huh?" You ask, getting on your tippy toes, but it's fruitless. Even as his hand drops to your waist to steady you and keep you in place, you can barely make out his words. "I can't hear you!"
He can't hear jack shit, either. Frowns. Looks around. Spots Yoongi by the booth and gestures towards the side of the room. When Yoongi nods back, it's Jungkook who drags you through the crowd, now. Just beyond the DJ booth is a little black door that Yoongi meets you by. Taps in the code. Nods in your direction.
"A pleasure," he says with a knowing smirk. Miraculously, you can hear him, but ultimately, it's because you're not in the direct line of the speakers now.
You don't get a chance to respond before Jungkook gets you into what can only described as a dark hole as quickly as he can. Romance, you think to yourself, but you also are very aware of the fact Jungkook doesn't let go of your hand, even when he's searching for the light switch. It takes him a second, but he manages to recall the approximate location quickly enough.
Dingy yellow light floods into the room. Small and boxy, it's a 3-in-1 storage room, bathroom, and dressing room for 'talent'. It's why Yoongi had the code, but you can't imagine anyone with any shred of self-respect actually using this place. The walls are the same grey tiles as the floor, and the light bulb hangs from a wire without a shade. The tap on the sink drips, and you're pretty sure there's a leak in the far corner by the mirror.
None of that matters, though. All you can focus on is the man in front of you. Though not soundproof, the room does offer a far more muted version of Taehyung's set. More importantly, it provides you with privacy.
It's been a week since you last saw him, face to face.
Though you have, admittedly, seen him what feels like a million times on low-quality streams from his bedroom.
Realistically, it's been about three times, but you think about it almost constantly.
"You left," is all he says, a little pout on his lips.
It's cute, you think, that he is so outwardly offended by such an act. You would have thought that a man of his position would have a habit of leaving, himself. Then again, you didn't know of his status when you left him in bed that morning.
"And you didn't die," you reply with a teasing smile, trying not to make it sound so severe. "You were fine without me."
"I'm not joking," he says, even if he can't help but smile at the recollection of how stupid the conversation before bed had been. "You left. It was rude."
"I had brunch plans," you tell him, reaching your hands out for his. He wants to resist. Fails. Lets you pull him closer. Incredibly close, in fact. So close that you begin to notice all sorts of things. His freckles. A small scar on his cheek. A tiny fleck of glitter on his skin, no doubt from one of the girls who had been desperate for his attention earlier. "You'd only had a few hours sleep. I didn't want to disturb you."
"Could have left a note," he says, still pouty but far quieter. You can smell the Jack on his breath. Have always hated the taste, but think you could grow to like it. "Your number. Something, at least."
"I could've," you admit, edging even closer. Closing the gap. Nudging your nose against his. But then you smile. Pull back. Tease, "And you could have warned me that I'd become a trending topic on Twitter."
Just like that, Jungkook's pout snaps into the prettiest smile. His face scrunches up, lines creasing on his nose. Beneath his closed eyes reside the sweetest little puffs. He's got the kind of face that is impossible not to like.
"Ah," he cringes.
"Yeah," you laugh at the stupidity of it all. What did he expect? That you wouldn't find out? "Ah."
"In my defence," he holds his hands up, eyes wide and innocent. "You called me Tokki. How was I to know you didn't know?"
"Oh, give over," you laugh, as he reaches for your hands once again. Pulls you closer. "You know I didn't know."
Truthfully, he does know this, but it was nice to be unknown for a little while. Nice to not second guess your intentions. Even now, knowing that you know, he feels like none of it matters. 
"Look," he begins, toying with the hem of your cropped shirt. Lets his fingertips graze your bare skin. Tries his best not to think about what you look like half-naked. Fails. "I only came out tonight 'cause I hoped I'd see you. I don't care about staying out till ass-o'clock, again."
"Think I've only just caught up on sleep," you hum, angling your chin up and giving him the perfect opportunity to make a move that goes beyond flirtatious touches.
"Exactly," he smiles, letting his hand squeeze the side of your waist. Pulls you closer. "And I've not drunk half as much tonight, but I think I could do with you making sure I don't die, again."
"Yeah?"
Nodding as he nudges his nose against yours, Jungkook is all smiles. Lets his lips line up against your pout.
"Yeah," he mumbles—then lets the word get lost in your lips.
Sinking into what it feels like to kiss you, Jungkook can't help but feel satisfaction. Has finally caught the damn butterfly he's been after all week. 
He's played a lot of games. Won a lot of battles.
And yet victory has never tasted so sweet.
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JUNGKOOK'S APARTMENT ITAEWON-DONG, YONGSAN-GU SATURDAY 02:07
You retrace your steps. Get a taxi to his place, 'cause there's no point pretending like he can't afford it. Not anymore.
You're not giggling like you were the first time you were in his elevator, but it's kind of impossible to do so when your back is to the wall and Jungkook's tongue is in your mouth.
Your hands roam his body—waist, ass. If you can squeeze it, you will. Just makes him deepen the kisses. If his large hands weren't cupping your jaw, keeping you close, they'd be doing the exact same thing as yours.
The ding of the elevator pulls you apart just for a second, and then you're the one pulling him down to the corridor to his place.
He doesn't open the door. Just kisses you again. 
Finally understands what it means to get butterflies, 'cause he's got you, now, and he never wants to lose it.
Hooking his hands beneath your ass, he hoists you up. Gets your legs wrapped around him. Could go in, but where's the fun in that? There's a slight danger of getting caught. He knows the hallway security cameras will definitely pick this up. The threat that it could get leaked online, and the simple fact that he couldn't give a shit if it does, is kind of hot.
"I'm not fucking you out here," you tell him through a hushed giggle, when he rests his forehead against yours.
"Woah," he jokes. "Who said anything about fucking?"
"I can literally feel your boner, Jungkook."
"Touché."
He doesn't even attempt to downplay it. He puts you down. Gets you through the threshold of his apartment. Shoes off by the door, there's no need to be quiet. Yoongi and Taehyung are still out, and will be for hours. He could take his time if he really wanted.
But what he wants is you. Doesn't waste time. Gets you in his room. Kinda feels like you never left. Jungkook still wishes you hadn't, but doesn't mind the idea of you making it up to him now.
"So," you hum, trailing your fingertips across his desk. "This is where the magic happens?"
He smiles a little bashfully, head dropping for a moment before his eyes are on yours again. "Yeah. You could say that."
Now that you're back in his space, it's a little embarrassing just how many clues there were. A headset rests on the desk—black, robust, with his signature bunny ears secured on top—and a mic is hooked up by the monitor. The webcam doesn't look special, but the keyboard subtly glows in his darkened room. Violet, like the LEDs behind his screen.
A laptop covered in vinyl stickers is closed next to the set-up. He uses it when he's not streaming on his desktop. At least three of the stickers are of the Crescent Collective's logo.
Turning to fully face him, you rest your palms behind yourself and perch on the edge of the desk.
He gets a little kick out of seeing you so flippantly disregard the domain in which he dominates. Gives him a point to prove. Gets him closing the space between you, hands on your waist, dipping to your ass to leverage further back on his desk. Knows it's sturdy, 'cause he built it himself, but has never tested out quite how strong it really is. Thinks now's as good a time as any to find out.
Your legs wrap around his body with no thought, just the innate understanding that you want him in a way you're sure thousands of people have only dreamt of: in his room, on his desk, that damn 'Go Live' button just a few short clicks away.
Reaching beside you, there's a smirk on your lips as you retrieve his headset. Put it on him. Say, "The ears are cute, Tokki."
He rolls his eyes. Is fighting a smile, and currently losing. He's seen some lewd shit during his time on the internet and is well aware of the fanart that includes the ears and little else. Always found it kinda funny, before.
Now? He's so hard it almost hurts, and he thinks he could grow to like it.
As your arms drape over his shoulders, he takes them off. Puts them on you, instead. Adjusts the sizing. Gets them just right for you. Is attentive, like that. Pulls his head back a little, and then realises what a problem you're gonna be for him.
It's not so much the addition of animal ears that's getting him insatiable, but seeing you adorned with a crown that is so inherently his that does it.
Jungkook's no saint. He's had his fair share of one-nighters. A couple hours of fun never to be spoken of again. Since the group of them signed to their management agency, they've been repeatedly told how important it is to get NDA's signed. Something about it always feels so icky to Jungkook. Cruel, almost. Has only had a couple hook-ups since then, both with flings he's known for a good couple of years, with no fear of them spilling the beans on how prettily he whines when he cums.
You're the first new girl in a long time. He knows he should really pause things before you cut to the chase—but then your hand is trailing down his thick forearm, delicately stroking his rabbit moon with a curious smile. Decides he doesn't care.
"The ears are cute," he replies. Teasingly adds, "Nabi."
The position of your arms over his shoulders ensures the tattoos he'd traced the week before are fully displayed for him. As his eyes drop to your butterfly, you're curiously smitten by the way his lips move to press a kiss against it again.
"Suit me?"
"Mhmm," he hums, eyes flickering back up to yours. "Should also get you a pair of butterfly wings, or something."
"I'd make you wear them," you tell him with a cheeky glint in your eye. "Turn you into a butterfly, yourself. Your girlies in the chat would love that."
Jungkook knows without a shadow of a doubt he'd let you. Not for the girlies in the chat, but for you.
Ghosting his lips against yours, he's waiting for you to press down. Is letting you take the lead.
Your kisses are sweet. Tepid. Reserved.
You're feeling; his hands on your waist, the pressure of his lip rings, the presence of his nose.
And then he's feeling; your bare skin as his large hands slip beneath the fabric of your shirt, the way your legs wrap around him, the vibration of a small groan against his lips.
The skirt you're in is bunched around your hips, and the positioning is just right for you to feel how hard he is against your underwear. It's a little undignified, you'll admit, but you're impatient, so you take control. Reposition his hand between your legs. Encourage him to take things further.
"Yeah?" He checks.
Nodding into a needy kiss, you mumble, "Please."
It might've been a while, but Jungkook's muscle memory is enviable. He's the best player on the team for that very reason.
As he hooks your underwear to the side, he's pleased to be greeted with indications of your arousal. Smirks into the kisses he's giving you, as his fingertips graze against your clit. Trails his lips to your neck. Wants to hear the way you gasp as he pushes his thick middle finger inside you.
"Fuck," you sigh at the welcome intrusion. Nod, as he curls his finger almost immediately. He's got a lot to thank those damn video games for, that's for sure.
Softly moaning, just how he hoped you would, there's an arch to your back as he picks up a pace. The need to perform, almost.
Head tipping back as Jungkook fucks another finger into you, you're unable to think too cognitively. Can only think about the way he feels. The smell of his hair as he presses kisses against your neck, and how prominent his collarbones are as your nails trail up his toned torso.
"Feels so good," you tell him. Move the hand of yours that's been resting on his shoulder to his hair. Tug on it a little. Elicit the prettiest of whines from him.
There's something to be said for making a man—especially one of such strength, stature, status—so weak. Gets you all giggly. Jungkook can feel the satisfaction ripple through your entire body, and it just makes him groan against your neck even more.
"You're so wet," he praises, pulling back to study your face as he plays with you. Lets his thumb stroke up against your clit ever so gently. Revels in the way you get a little shaky. Twitchy. With those damn bunny ears, you really are like a little rabbit. Jungkook finally understands why the fan artists choose to draw him in such a way. It is hot. "You're making me so fuckin' hard."
And then you're giggling again.
"Is it a joke to you, huh?" He smirks. Looks down at your pussy, all swollen and sopping wet for him, in the hazy violet light of his room. Knows that his throbbing cock is gonna stuff you so fuckin' full that laughing won't be an option. Is desperate for it. "How badly I want you is just a big joke to you, huh, bunny?"
The way he groups you in with his moniker is too damn hot.
"Dunno," you rasp, desperately trying to hold off the orgasm that's building inside you. "Fuck me and find out."
Reaching for the button of his trousers, you're quick as you wrestle his jeans down over his ass. Don't bother pushing them down entirely. Just enough to get his boxers exposed, and in turn, his thick cock. Hard and engorged, his desperation for you is evident. A small patch of precum seeps through the fabric of his boxers. He curses as your thumb strokes against it.
"Condom?" You ask, knowing you've got none on you.
"Hold that thought," he says, regretfully pulling away from you.
Watching on as he pushes down his jeans, and strips himself of his shirt, you're at a loss for words. You've seen him like this before, but it's so much hotter knowing that he's gonna be fucking himself into you as soon as he possibly can.
Jungkook could very easily lead you to his bed. Get you comfy. Reach to his bedside cabinet for a condom. Fuck you how he likes—doggy-style, minimal face-to-face contact—and be done with it all very quickly.
Instead, he says, "Stay here."
Doing as you're told, you watch on as he walks to the cabinet, and retrieves a condom. Admire his back, and his broad shoulders. The valley of his spine, and the hard work he's put into crafting his physique. Smirk to yourself as he dips into his boxers. Strokes himself. Once, twice. Tears the packet open with his teeth, just like you were always taught not to do, and rolls the latex down his thick shaft.
"What?" he smirks as he walks back, realising your eyes are transfixed on his cock.
You say nothing. Smile. Hold your hands out for Jungkook to take, just so you can pull him back even quicker.
Lips pressing into yours as he closes the gap, Jungkook is all smiles. Rubs the head of his cock against your pussy, gathering up your arousal all over his tip. Lines himself up with your entrance. Waits for you to give him the go-ahead.
Hand on his ass, you pull him closer. Edge the crown of his cock into you. Whimper. Beg. "Please."
Sinking into you with a laboured grunt, he's surprised with how much tighter you are around his cock than you were with his fingers. Wet and warm, there's an undeniable pleasure that sparks through his body as he gets familiar with the way you feel.
Slowly, his hips begin to pick up a pace. As his tongue strokes into your mouth, there's no dignity to the way he's taking you. The increased pace means heightened moans, and it's not just you—it's him, too.
"Shit, yeah," he grits. "So fuckin' tight, aren't you?"
Whining, you nod into his kisses. Are at his entire disposal as he grips your waist, proving exactly why Tokki is the perfect nickname for him.
As much as he likes the ears, he's a little worried that he might fuck you so hard they fall off. Doesn't wanna break them, and definitely doesn't wanna think about the story the boys would make up when they go live tomorrow to tease him—but also really wants to fuck you harder.
Which is funny, cause the way he tugs them off with such desperation and tosses them down, you'd be forgiven for thinking he couldn't care less about breaking them. Doesn't give you a chance to say anything, 'cause his big hands are cradling your face, bringing you in for desperate kisses once more.
There's a lewdness to the sounds you make together, but Jungkook knows that if he was an entirely different kind of streamer, you'd make bank together. Wonders about the way it would look on camera. Worries. Pauses.
"You good?" You check a little breathlessly as he reaches behind you, just to tug the wire to his webcam from the plus.
"Yeah," he nods, still fiddling around behind you. Smiles in the hedonistic haze as your lips find a new home on his neck. Strokes your hair gently, and presses a kiss to the side of your head. Quietly says, "Just making sure there's no way in hell I accidentally start streaming."
You hum, all purry and pliant. "People would pay good money to see it."
While he agrees, and has had the same thought process, he doesn't care. "You saying I should be charging you for this?"
"Oh, no," you say all very sweetly. "You should be paying me."
"I'll pay you with orgasms," he promises, knowing that it's a rare currency for one-night strands.
You smirk. Pat the top of his head. "Sure you will."
If there's one thing Jungkook loves, it's a challenge.
Pulling back, he turns you around. Gets you bent over his desk with zero opposition from you. Rubs himself against your soaked cunt, then asks, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you smirk, and then settle into a sigh as he pushes into you. The feeling of fullness from Jungkook is one that's hard to compare. So thick, and fat, and heavy, his cock really is just as impressive as he is.
With one hand hooked at the crease of your thigh, the other holds the top of your shoulder. Gets you pushed down onto his cock as far as you possibly can be. There's a slight reflection in his streaming plaque beside the monitor, and you're pleased to see just how intensely focused he is on you, brows furrowed, pretty pink lips resting ajar. The silver of his lip rings and chain catch in the light, and you find you can't look at him for too long. He's too hot.
But then he's reaching down for your clit as he fucks into you. Has your legs shaking. The waves of a familiar sensation begin to lap against the shores of your pleasure.
"Fuck," you whine. "Feels good. Keep it like that."
Jungkook knows better than to ignore your requests. Does as he's told, the pressure of his fingers on your clit only deepening. Rubbing calculated circles against you, he knows just how to work you up. Gets you whining. Mewling. Moaning.
"Gonna cum, aren't you?" he smirks, as his own high builds.
"Fuck—"
"C'mon," he husks, feeling your walls tighten around him. He doesn't stop his relentless chase. Will win your orgasms fair and square. Continues pounding into you. Pace fast, strokes deep, he's everything you could ever want and more—and then he's slowing. Keeping you plugged, nice and deep, but focusing on the way he's toying with your clit. "You know you wanna cream for me. All over my cock, pretty Nabi. C'mon—"
"I'm close," you all but whimper. "So—fuck. So close."
"Yeah, you are," he tells you—and then your legs are shaking, pussy tightly clamping around his cock, one hand tense against his desk while the other grabs at his wrist. Uncontrollable, is the way you whine for him. It's so needy—so desperate and pathetic—that it's almost a sob. Jungkook doesn't ease up. In fact, his hips gain a little pace again as your orgasm shatters around you both. He's breathless, but manages to choke out, "Flithy fuckin' cunt. Feels so fuckin' good. Fuck."
The frail limpness of your body as the orgasm smokes away is cute. Jungkook loves it. You're so weak for him. He fucks into you still, chasing his own high, and your whines only get louder. It's overwhelming, but you never want to lose the feeling.
It doesn't take much. Just a minute or so of your tight cunt, and Jungkook is pulling out. Even though he doesn't ask you to, you get to your knees as he tears the condom off.
"In my mouth," you beg, and who is he to reject such an offer?
Jerking himself to completion, Jungkook is all pretty and pathetic when he cums, too. Looks at you with eyes so starry you'd been forgiven for thinking he was a descendant of the constellations.
He milks the final few spurts of himself onto your wet tongue, and curses when you press dainty kisses to his tip. Stroking your tongue against him, you don't want to waste a drop. Look up at him and find that his eyes are resting shut from the pleasure of it all.
Silence surrounds you both, just your beating hearts and laboured breaths filling to the room. He helps you up. Holds you tight. Hugs you for a little while, then presses a kiss to the side of your head. "Thanks."
"My pleasure," you giggle - and then he's smiling, too. Feels vindicated by his irrational thoughts about you over the last few days. He pays no mind to the fact you're still technically dressed, and he's basically naked.
As he sorts himself out, you perch back up on his desk and languidly swing your legs. Enjoy the thought of memories plaguing him whenever he tried to play his little games over the next few days.
"You wanna grab a shower?" he offers. "Food, too? Dunno about you, but I'm fuckin' starving."
"Same," you nod, biting down on your bottom lip. "I'll go wash up, you sort food? Are places still open for delivery?"
Checking his phone for the time, Jungkook is surprised that it's closer to midnight than it is to his morning alarm. Only a handful of places will offer delivery at this time, but that's enough.
"Works for me," he says with a yawn, then opens what you had assumed was the closet door. Reveals an en-suite and knocks his head to the side. "Get your shower. Gimmie a shout if you need anything."
Tiles large and grey, it's the perfect counterpart to his bedroom. A little dark, but it's only because Jungkook hates using the big light. Always flicks the small light switches instead. There's a window overlooking the city, and even though you're only seven floors up, the hills of Yongsan-gu mean that he's got a view you could only dream of.
You're about to start the shower up when he calls through. "Is pizza good?"
"Pizza's good," you call back with a smile. Look yourself in the mirror and wonder how the fuck you ended up in the bathroom of arguably the most famous person you've ever met. Decide it's better not to question it.
The shower begins to cascade down, even if your sins are washed way, you know you won't be able to forget the feeling of Jungkook so easily.
Truth be told, you won't even try.
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"L in the chat," booms the voice of Taehyung through your laptop speakers. His trademark grin rests on his face as he teases Jungkook.
You've only just opened the stream. Instantly, you focus on the prettily lopsided smirk of Jungkook's lips. You've learned it's an almost permanent fixture on his boyish face. Shaking his head, he's adjusting his headset. Making it a little looser so that it'll fit him properly.
No one is questioning it.
What they are questioning, is where the fuck that pretty purple bruise on his neck has come from.
"Cross-fit," Jungkook just shrugs, knowing that it's the colloquial term for suspicious bruises after some idol used the same excuse. Blatant horseshit. Jungkook doesn't care.
"I've never done cross-fit, but I know you're bullshitting," Taehyung snorts.
The chat seems to agree with him.
"Thought I was a virgin?" Jungkook states a little cheekily, making reference to Taehyung's usual banter. "How else would I get one?"
Taehyung knows better than the retort. Knows that Jungkook could very easily slip something about Rae into the conversation.
Virgin? You type through a message on a private discord chat with Jungkook. He'd set it up the day before. Has already sent you, like, a thousand messages. Is what can only be described as obsessed—but it's mutual. Could have fooled me.
As his eyes glance down to his laptop screen, he fails to hide his smile. Had opened your chat on there, cause he didn't wanna accidentally broadcast the messages onto his stream. Despite this, he doesn't care that there are nearly 10,000 people in his stream merely minutes into it. Is far more interested in his chat thread with you. Replies immediately.
Stop distracting meI'm working</3
Giggling as the message pings through to you, there's a giddy quality to the way Jungkook makes you feel.
He'd spent the day in bed with you after your night together. Had wanted you to stay when he started streaming that evening. Said he'd only be an hour or so, and was incredibly pouty when you did leave.
It had just been him on last night's stream—headset off 'cause he didn't wanna adjust it back yet, hoodie on to hide his neck. The other boys were nursing hangovers, so he could do what he liked.
What he did do had you incredibly curious. Was just chatting. Talking to the comment section. Sleepily reeling off facts he'd recently learned about butterflies. Debating over their lifespan.
You're not naive to the fact that Jungkook does this streaming stuff as a profession, and are aware that the more people talking about his stream on other platforms, the more viewers he'll get.
Made sense for him to add fuel to the butterfly-related fire by talking about them.
Had sent you a message earlier that evening to ask what kind of butterfly you had on your skin.
A Monarch, you'd told him.
"See, the thing is," Jungkook had rambled to his viewers a little later on. "Most butterflies have super short lifespans—Monarch's included."
Eyes all starry, lights in his bedroom purple as per usual, he'd looked cosy. You wished you'd have stayed.
"But there's a specific kind. Migrating Monarchs. They're the last of their generation—the final butterflies of the year," he marvelled at the magic of it all.
His facts were a little hazy, but he knew enough. Had been down a you-shaped rabbit hole all afternoon.
"And they migrate, right? Move away from home—somewhere warmer—and then it just extends their lifespan. 180 days. Not 30. That's six months. Six months. It's a long time. It's not fleeting. Not in the slightest."
It's also, curiously, exactly how long you're scheduled to stay in Korea for.
"I dunno," Jungkook had just sighed, a little forlorn, trying to make sense of his thoughts.
He bit down on his bottom lip, stroking his thumb against the hard plastic ears of his headset, then focused on the camera again. Wondered if you were watching. 
He simply shrugged. Said, "Counts for something, though, right?"
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honeylemonteaasblog · 5 months ago
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Your Protectors
summary: Five years ago you went missing, and now that they found you again they’ll never let you go again.
pairing: ot7 x reader
genre: mafia, a little angst but not much, a little fluff but not much, second chance romance
word count: 4.1 k
warning (not detailed): parent abuse, violence, death, sexual violence [protective boys, emotional Namjoon, I’ll burn the world down for you and never let a single flame touch you]
“T-Taehyung” Your voice shook as you looked at the man in front of you. You used to wish that they would come to rescue you, but they never did. You were left to save yourself, and you did. But now one of the boys from your past is here, standing in front of you instead of haunting you in your dreams. To be fair, he looks equally shocked. Taehyung is standing in front of you, mouth agape and eyes wide. Clearly, he didn’t know that you were going to be here. He hadn’t been looking for you, but after all these years you never expect him to be.
“Oh my god. I thought— we thought you were dead.” He continues to babble in front of you, but you can’t stay here. You just killed a man in the bathroom behind you and you need to get out of the club. You glance behind you once before shoving past Taehyung, which was easier then it should of been, but you think it’s because he still looks like he’s seen a ghost. Honestly, you know the feeling.
It takes him a moment to come to his senses so you are already down the hall when he calls out your name. You look back to see that he’s holding his phone up to his ear, probably calling one of the others. You really need to get out of here. Now. As you turn the corner towards the back door you make eye contact with Hoseok across the room. He’s sitting with Jimin and Jungkook in a roped off area of the club, clearly meant for VIPs. Fuck.
You turn before Hoseok can even make a noise, but you saw his shocked expression and you saw him hit Jimin in the shoulder and point in your general direction. You don’t wait for Jimin to look up, instead you turn and run.
You make it to your bike just before the door slams against the brick wall. You want to look back, even if it’s just to get another look at one of them, but you know you shouldn’t so you keep your gaze fixed ahead. You’re on your bike and tearing away before they have time to catch you. Only when you are about to turn the corner, do you glance behind you to see all four of them watching you. You knew that they would be. You want to go to them because you remember how comforting their hugs were, but you know that you can’t, not anymore.
You and the boys were best friends five years ago. Honestly, you were more than friends, but you all were too scared to put a label on it. But none that mattered because all of you knew that you loved one another. Within in your little bubble, the eight of you could simply exist and be happily in love with each other. But the reality was that the world was a judgmental place. All of you were scared that it’s judgement would taint your love.
You’d found the boys when you ran away from home. You were only 16 at the time and they had found you shivering in an alleyway that you’d been sleeping in for a couple of nights. They took you to their small apartment that Yoongi rented. They all lived together most of the time, but you quickly learned that Namjoon was the heir to a prominent mafia family so he couldn’t stay at the apartment often. Seokjin and Yoongi were gone a lot too, helping Namjoon. But Taehyung and Jimin who weren’t much older than you took care of you, claiming that they were older so it was their job to protect you. Jungkook claimed he would too even though you both were the same age, muttering something about being a man that made you roll your eyes.
But they did protect you. The seven of them saved you when you were scared and protected you when you couldn’t. They did their best to chase away all your fears away. Probably for the first time in your life you felt cared for; you felt loved.
You still remember when you went to a convenience store on your way back from school one day, it was in the winter so it got dark early. A man, probably late 20s, had pushed you up against the wall and was trying to get you to come home with him. If he cared, he probably should have chosen a different tactic… you know besides cornering and threatening a girl. It was clear that he didn’t actually care what you wanted, or felt for that matter. You had been trying to push him away when he suddenly was flying off you. Yoongi pinned the man to the floor and punched him. After he got a few good punches in, Seokjin pulled him off the man and told him to leave in voice that promised violence. The guy had ran without looking back.
The two boys turned to you with concerned eyes. Their once angry faces softened when they saw the tears streaking down your face. Seokjin pulled you into his arms and started whispering reassurances into your ear, then they walked you home. The rest of the boys were equally as angry and honestly looked a little upset that they hadn’t been the one to punch the guy. Yoongi just looked smug.
Though the seven of them were involved in the mafia, especially as they got older, they did their best to keep you as far away from it as possible. They promised themselves that they would do everything in their power to protect you. Yet, they also couldn’t find it in themselves to leave you. They loved you too much to ever walk away from you, despite the risks.
So when you were kidnapped they blamed themselves. They thought that they were the reason that you were taken. If only they had known the truth. If only you had told them the truth, then maybe they would’ve been able to help you. At the very least, they wouldn’t have blamed themselves as much; you would’ve been naive to think that the seven boys that you loved, that loved and protected you wouldn’t blame themselves at all. You just wanted to lessen their hurt.
The truth was that you were born into the mafia, just like Namjoon. You were the daughter of a powerful man in the mafia and while he wasn’t the leader, he was still important. He was important enough that you, his daughter, was valuable in securing an alliance with another mafia family. When you overheard your father basically selling you off as a bride to a man twice your age you took your chances and ran.
The first thing you did when you were safe enough, even if you were still staying on the streets, was find some decent looking guy to have sex with. Your family was old school and wanted a virgin bride. You would never let your father take that choice away from you. So, you had sex with a somewhat handsome man, who was young enough, and didn’t ask too many questions or pressure you into anything more than one night. There are times when you’d wish that you would have waited and one of the boys could have been your first, but you also know that, at the time, it was the only way that you’d be able to protect yourself. It was a choice you made for yourself, which felt empowering despite everything. If your father caught you, at least he couldn’t marry you off and tie your life to someone else. It was the only thing you could do to protect your future, and you would take anything you could get.
The boys were always so clear that they didn’t want you involved in their lifestyle, that they wanted you safe. So you never knew how to tell them that you had been involved. That you had run. You knew that they would still love you, but you weren’t sure if they would let you stay with them. When they got worried about a threat to your safety they weren’t the most understanding. You never knew how to bring it up, but as the years passed you thought that you might have truly escaped from your father. You never should have been so naive, so reckless.
When your father did find you and bring you home, the boys had no idea where to look. They certainly wouldn’t look towards your father’s mafia. Obviously you regretted keeping it a secret, but you hated that the boys would blame themselves when they were never the ones at fault. You hated the idea that you were causing them pain because despite everything you loved them.
You loved them with everything you had because in those years together you all had molded yourselves to fit together perfectly. When you were taken away from them it felt like someone had torn your heart out. Even now, five years later your heart still beats for them. You knew that you would never love anyone else the way that you loved those seven men and you carried that with you through all the hard times. You held onto that love like a dirty secret when everything else was falling apart, giving you hope despite the darkness. They might not believe it, but their love continued to protect you long after they were ripped out of your life.
The next time you saw the boys was when you were at the gym. You had been in the fighting ring with Daejoon. You loved fighting him because you were equally matched. It felt good to finally pin him after fighting for a while. Every time you won, even during training, you felt this rush of power. After being at other people’s mercy for so long the little bits of control and power you felt were intoxicating. It’s the main reason why you kept coming back to the gym to train, and why you would often fight in the ring.
You aren’t sure how the boys found you, but really you shouldn’t be surprised. After Namjoon’s father died a few years ago he would have inherited the title. With that came a lot of power, so finding you shouldn’t have been impossible, especially after you killed someone in his club. It’s why it hurt a little more that they hadn’t found you before. You had more or less found them instead. Accidentally, but still.
You heard Namjoon call out your name and you really didn’t want to look up, but he tone didn’t give you much of a choice. They were all looking at you. “We need to talk.” You nodded because despite everything, you still loved them and could never deny them anything, even when it’d be better if you did. It hurt to hear the vulnerability in Namjoon’s voice. To know that after five years, he still cared about you and he still wanted to know you. It hadn’t been a command, but a plea.
You see the pride in their eyes and realize that they had been watching the fight. That they saw you in a new light now. They saw that you were no longer the helpless teenager that had been torn away from them. They saw that you were stronger now and could literally fight for what you wanted. Instead of feeling threatened, they looked proud.
Realistically he should be worried you are a threat, but instead he just looks exhausted and worried. As you walk over to him he reaches out to you like he wants to hug you and it breaks your heart because it feels like no time has passed and just yesterday you were cuddled up on the couch. But that’s not true and the girl that you are now is a completely different girl than who you were when you all fell in love as teenagers. So, he may think that he still loves you, but you aren’t sure anyone is capable of loving you anymore. So you keep your distance and pretend like you don’t see the hurt splash across his face when you don’t fall into his arms like you used to.
“Namjoon” Your voice breaks and if it were possible, he looks even more heartbroken. “I’m s-so s-sorry. I can’t be here.” You shake your head and start to step back because this was a bad idea. You knew this was a bad idea. But you meet Jungkook’s chest instead. His arms come around to circle your waist. “Sweetheart, let us in. Please”
You want to shake your head. You want to pull away. But you can’t bring yourself to move. For five years you’ve dreamed of them and now that they’re really here you aren’t sure how to handle the situation. You may have dreamed about the boys, but those were only dreams. You had given up on them being a part of your life. “I’m not the same girl I was five years ago.” You don’t want me anymore.
The rest of the boys come around you also. “We aren’t the same either, princess.”
You find yourself nodding. With Namjoon now being the head of his mafia family they couldn’t be. And that hurt you more than you wanted to admit, so you pushed that down and tried to focus. “I can’t stay here. He’ll look for me.” Your words are soft as you finally give in and lean back into Jungkook’s arm. He easily supports you, holding you even closer like he is worried you might disappear if he loosens his hold. Its like the only place he knows you are safe is in his arms.
“Who? Princess, who took you from us?” Seokjin’s voice is soft despite the hard look on his face. He looks like he is ready to burn the world down for you. It looks like he would happily watch the world burn around you all if it meant keeping you safe. Some things never change.
You shake your head. “I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you but I worried about what would happen… I thought that it would be okay, but I don’t know why I ever thought that because it’s not fine. Nothing is ever fine.” As you begin to cry and your rant becomes harder to understand. You have been holding yourself together for so long by yourself. You aren’t even sure how you made it because now that you think about it, you are exhausted. Being in Jungkook’s arms and surrounded by the others makes you feel like taking a breath of fresh air after being forced under water. It makes you feel a little lightheaded, but in a good way.
Namjoon’s hands find your face, tilting you up to look at him. It grounds you, just like he always was able to.
“My father.” You feel the men around you still at your words, trying to process this part of you that you never gave to them before. It hurts to think about the lies you told them about your family. They protected you from anything and everything, but you were never fully honest with them. You were so scared that it might change your relationship, that they might leave you because they wouldn’t love you. All those fears are still there, but now you are so much more broken and you can’t imagine that they will ever look at you the same, let alone love you. No matter how kind they may be now, five years is a long time. You are a completely different person than you used to be. You’re broken. You don’t know how to truly love anymore. Well, not in the same way at least. And you don’t know how to be loved anymore.
You’ve been alone for so long that you no longer know how to rely on anyone anymore. Your father made sure that you never had anyone to rely on. He told you that no one was coming to rescue you because no one cared enough. He forced you to become so independent that you weren’t sure what you could offer the men that you still loved. You no longer had anything to offer them, so you weren’t sure why they would care for you anymore.
Hoseok shoved his boss aside so he could hold your face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay Sunshine. We will protect you now… like we should have before.” His voice trails off when a look of anguish replaces it.
“Little one, I-I’m so sorry that we failed you.” You feel tears well up in your eyes as you hear Namjoon’s voice break. Namjoon is the head of a prominent mafia family. He is one of the strongest men that you know, but he isn’t afraid of showing his emotion to the people that he cares for. Hearing his voice filled with sorrow, guilt, and pain makes you want to reach out and cradle the larger man. You hold myself back because you can’t.
“You don’t understand. My father will never let me go.” You pull out of Jungkook’s hold a little so you can steel your spine and put on a brave face. You know that you will need it. “I’m not his daughter, not really. I’m just a tool to wield. And he would never let one of his investments go.” You keep your face neutral even as you see their anger. It makes you want to reach out and comfort them, but you don’t. Involuntarily, your fingers twitch at your side.
You swear the you hear one of them growl, you think it came from Yoongi who is standing to your right. He stays just out of reach which makes your heart clench painfully. It’s like he isn’t sure if your really here and the little bit of space between you will protect his heart if you aren’t real. It’s like he wouldn’t survive you being taken from him again, even if it’s only in his head.
“I have to go. I have to leave because it’s the only way that I can protect myself.” The vulnerability in your voice makes them want to bundle you up in their arms so nothing can hurt you ever again. Jungkook’s fingers twitch at your sides because he want to hold you closer, but knows that it isn’t his decision to make. Enough men have made decisions for you; he won’t.
They would gladly be your shield if it meant that you could rest for a while. They would take on the world for you. They would take on anything and challenge everyone who dared harm you no matter the consequences. There is nothing they wouldn’t fight if it meant that you wouldn’t be forced to be alone again.
“I know that you can protect yourself, little one. I know that you are capable of fighting your battles, and I will gladly stand by and watch you.” Namjoon sounds so sure of himself. He sounds so sure of you and that confidence alone makes you look up to meet his eyes. You aren’t sure what you expect to see, but all you see is pride in his eyes. He looks so fucking proud of you and you aren’t sure what to make of that, not used to seeing such emotion.
“But just because I know that, it doesn’t mean that you have to prove it every time. Letting someone else protect you doesn’t make you weak.” When you glance at the others around him, you see they are all looking at you with the same promise. They are looking at you like you hung the stars and moon. Like you are the only thing that matters. They look at you with such intensity and emotion that you feel yourself shifting on your feet from the weight of their gazes. Jungkook’s hands land on your hips and pull you closer to his chest.
“I-I know. And I want to… I really do. But I don’t know how to.” You find that you are telling them the truth. You wanted them to save you for so long and even if you did give up, you never stopped dreaming about them. You never stopped loving them either. You don’t think that you could ever stop loving the seven boys that loved you in the best way that they could. The boys that swore to protect you from all the darkness in the world. The boys that love you despite five years of distance. You don’t think you’ll ever deserve these men, but your selfish so you also never want to give them up. You realize that despite everything, you want to be enough for them. You’d fight to be the person that they are worthy of.
They wouldn’t want to hear your thoughts though because to them, you are already everything. You give them a reason to be alive. You are the center of their world and the gravity that keeps them tethered to earth. Without you, they would float aimlessly without any direction in life. So, even if you don’t see it, they will make sure to remind you of that every single day for the rest of their lives. And one day, you’ll realize just how deeply they love you and that together you will get through the hard days.
“Shhh… It’s okay. You don’t need to know everything, we can figure it out together.” Jimin rubs circles on the inside of your wrist, trying to comfort you. But you know that Jimin likes to hold the inside of your wrist to feel your pulse. You think that he may be trying to comfort himself, just as much as he is trying to comfort you.
“I’ve always done everything on my own.” You’re barriers that were already barely up around them have fallen away completely. You sink back into Jungkook’s embrace. He peppers soft kisses on your neck and in your hair. His hands tighten around your hips. It makes you smile and twist around to bury your head into his neck. You think that this, being with them and hidden away in their embrace, may be your favorite place. You think that you would feel safe no matter where you are as long as your with your boys.
“We are here now. You’ll never be alone again.” You opened your mouth to protest Jungkook’s reassurance. But he cuts you off before you could even start. “We’ll learn together.” His hand finds the back of your neck and pushes your head into his neck even more, letting you breath in his scent and relax into his hold. You feel all the tension leave your body as Taehyung runs his hand down your spine.
“Let us protect you, not because you can’t but because we want to.” Yoongi’s voice is clear and he tilt’s your chin up out of Jungkook’s neck to catch your eyes so you can see how serious he is. You know that they’ll protect you, they’ve already done that before, but there is something deadly in his eyes that make you think this time they will be even more protective. “It makes us feel useful.” Taehyung presses a kiss to your forehead as if he is trying to seal his promise with a kiss and it makes you smile because for the first time in years you aren’t scared of your father. You know that together you and the men around you, your boys, will be strong enough to take your father down. To get retribution for the pain he caused all of you.
Then you will finally be able to find some peace. You’ll be able the rebuild your life with the men that you love— the men that love you. And this time you’ll welcome their love and express your love for them in a way that you’ve never allowed yourself to before. And no one deserves to be loved more than these men.
It’ll be then that you’ll realize that there is so much strength in being vulnerable and showing the people that you love that you love them. Expressing emotions isn’t a sign of weakness, it is an incredible strength. And that you should never have to find that part of yourself weak ever again because if anyone sees that at a weakness or threatens to exploit it, your boys will take care of it. They will never let anything hurt you ever again, even your own doubts.
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badbtssmut · 2 months ago
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11. Make me see stars | Kinktober
Your friends are tired of seeing you depressed after your break up with your ex, so they take you to a show by stripper Jimin— but he gives you more than a lapdance and that all right in front of your friends!
Contains: MC has sex in front of her besties, eating out, blowjob, her friends cheer her on and yell things, MC appears embarrassed at times, Mc says things like no and stop a few times, her friends call her a slut, ngl this is really dirty lol and made me feel someway, he cums in her, from behind, missionary, friends make comments
Music playlist: xxx, me so horny, good puss, body, kream, orange
“You guys can’t be serious.” You scoffed, seeing the large poster of this surprise show your friends brought you to. “A private stripper show, really? I’m going home.”
You didn't even want to think about your birthday, let alone celebrate it at a strip club!
“Come oooon, y/n! You didn’t even try it! At least give the show a chance…. it will be fun! Trust us, pleaaase. If you really hate it we'll leave right away, no questions asked, promise!” They all looked at you with a hopeful look on their face.
You sighed, glancing at your friends, they looked like they were silently pleading with you, and part of you understood that this was their silly way of helping you get over your shitty ex.
"Fine... Whatever, remember you promised, if I wanna go, we go.”
When they mentioned a private show, you didn’t think that you would be the center of attention. You were sitting on a chair decorated with balloons with a banner saying ‘bday girl’ with ribbons hanging down and confetti everywhere. The room was dimly lit with a reddish neon hue and hovering over you was the hottest man you ever laid eyes on, not breaking eye contact as he grinded his body against you— your friends were cheering around you.
“Touch him, come on, y/n, don’t be shy!” One of your friends, Areum, giggled.
Your hands slowly reached out and ran over his chest and toned abs, Jimin smirked as you did and continued to move his body sensually.
“What’d you think y/n isn’t he soooo hot?” Your friend Nara giggled.
You didn't respond to your friend’s question as you watched Jimin dance on you. Honestly, you were keen on touching him, but you weren’t sure if you should… Jimin had you hypnotized by his smooth moves, and when the song changed, he moved his hand towards you and held it, gesturing you to his zipper.
The music was low and heavy, the bass thumping underneath your feet. Your friends giggled and cheered as you unzipped his pants and Jimin pulled his pants down, revealing his boxers. Jimin danced for a few more minutes, he had done this type of shows countless of times, yet he felt something different with you.
The stripper didn’t want to end the night with just dancing. You were stunning and your outfit emphasized your body in all the right ways— he wanted to hear pretty moans slip from your lips, he needed to have your insides rocked by his big dick.
“I have a special present for the birthday girl, is that ok with everyone in the room tonight?"
Of course, your friends were totally into whatever Jimin had planned for you.
Jimin got down on his knees and he leaned in closer, pressing his tongue against the fabric of your panties, testing out the waters. At which you left out a soft moan— it came as a surprise to you but you didn’t hate it, matter of fact, you waited with anticipation, wanting to know how far he would take things…
“Come on y/n! Let the pretty boy see your puss!” Nara encouraged and your friends joined in.
You moved your panties to the side, and he started to lick you. You shifted on the chair, letting out a soft moan as his head moved up and down, his slender fingers soon joining.
“Ooohh you gotta see her titties tooooo, she got te best titties!” Areum stood behind you and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and exposing your chest.
Jimin looked up at you, nearly drooling at the sight of your bare wet pussy and your boobs that were threatening to spill out of your bra. “Yum, your friends are right, hot tits, very hot.” He said as he curved his fingers into you which made you squeal.
“Oh, that’s the spot? Here… or here? But how about here, hm?" Jimin smirked as you whimpered while his fingers showed no mercy, while his tongue flickered over your swollen clit.
You let out a soft whine, before your body trembled as you orgasmed at his touches, Jimin stopped with a content smile on his face as he stood, his fingers covered in your slick.
“Babe, you can’t leave him hanging, don’t you see how his cock is begging for relief?” Sana piped in.
“Yeah, look, if he gets even harder, his boxers will surely rip!” Nara pointed out.
You noticed it too, the bulge that stood out in his boxers. Your fingers trailed over the elastic band of the boxers and you pulled it down, letting his erection spring free.
Your friend clapped, cheers and laughter coming from them as they chanted:
“Suck that dick! Suck that dick! Whooooo!”
Your lips wrapped around his cock and you started to bob your head back and forth.
Jimin groaned, his fingers tangled through your hair, gently pushing your head down further in an attempt to try to get you to deep throat him. The man’s moans were barely louder than the music as you took him all in and continued to suck him off in a rhythmic tempo.
After a couple of minutes, your friends started to chant something else: “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her! Fuck the birthday girl!”
Fuck, this was all so lewd and nasty, yet all of this made you so unbelievably horny.
Jimin was very eager to follow the crowd's demands and he promptly pulled his cock out. “Get on your knees sexy, look at your friends, show them how much of a good time you’re having.” And you did just that, turning to face your friends, your knees on the chair and your hands holding onto the chair's back, bracing yourself as you felt the head of his cock enter you.
“Such a big cock, oh shit, this feels illegal to watch, look at how she’s taking it all in!” Nara pointed and your friends watched.
“Ugh, stop…” You whined at them.
Jimin continued to push his full length into you, not stopping until every inch was in.
“Like that cock, y/n?” One of your friends teased.
“No.” You shook your head, not wanting to give them the satisfaction, and your lips tightly pressed against each other as you focused on taking him in.
“Oh really? Then why are you dripping wet?”
“Yeahhhh… and why does your pussy looks so eager to take in that huge dick, hm?”
“Shut up!” You pouted, your face feeling hot at their comments.
When Jimin was satisfied, he started to move his hips back and forth, his hands firmly held onto your hips as he thrusted into you to the beat of the music.
You let out a series of moans, your fingers gripped onto the chair harder, your friends stayed quiet for once as they admired the view. You closed your eyes and was unable to close your mouth as Jimin thrusted into you with steady strokes, his cock filling you up.
“Y/N, you are such a slut!” Areum laughed.
“She's not the slut, you're the one who's watching her getting fucked.” Sana pointed out and the group laughed.
You were in a haze, the sensations of him fucking you felt like a fever dream— he was so perfect, he knew just how to fuck you right. Everything faded to the background; the music, the chatter of your friends, the chair legs scrapping against the floor… all you could hear was the moist sounds of his cock and your pussy mixing together.
His fingers wrapped around the front of your throat and he pulled you back, your back pressed against his chest. “Getting tired, baby?” He whispered against your ear.
“Tired.” You only managed to reply. Your knees were burning and your legs felt sore.
Jimin hummed and he stopped, pulling his cock out. He turned you around and you sat back down on the chair, your back resting against it and facing him and your friends who were watching the two of you. You spread your legs when he leaned in and pressed his cock inside of you again.
“Oh, that's hot, look at how much she's dripping.” Nara giggled, pointing at the mess between your legs.
“Wow that cock must be so good, I’m jealous~” Areum cooed as she went ahead and unbuckled your bra, pulling it off.
“You guys talk too much, shut up.” You said through gritted teeth, feeling how Jimin was deliciously stretching you out once again before he started to thrust into you again.
You held onto his arms, your boobs bouncing as his hips met yours, two of your friends stood at your sides and spread your legs even further, just enough to border on the edge of it feeling uncomfortable.
Jimin rested his hands on your chest and cupped your breasts, his fingers spread over the surface and he lightly kneaded into them as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic, rougher.
You whimpered underneath him, feeling your orgasm nearing as he fucked you into the chair, it squeaking underneath you as he was pounding into your pussy, his cock relentlessly abusing your hole. The wetness dripped down your ass cheeks onto the chair, it was embarrassing how soaking wet you were for him, but you couldn’t help it— your pussy was only doing what it was supposed to do in response to the pleasure it was getting from his greedy dick.
“Make her cum, Make her cum!” Your friends chanted, encouraging him.
Jimin’s fingers dug into your boobs as he picked up the pace, a mere second in between his thrusts as he was starting to ram into you. Jimin was feeling it too, his tongue hanging over his bottom lip as he shut his eyes, you gasped and moaned, throwing your head back as you curled your toes.
He was fucking the life out of you.
“A… ah!” You let out a scream, your chest moved up and down rapidly as a hot wave crashed through your lower body, your body twitched and shook as your muscles tightened and relaxed again and again, you could see black spots as you came so hard that you thought you would pass out.
Fuck…
“Yes! Yes! Fill her up, fill her up!” They chanted.
Jimin rode your waves of orgasm, slowing down his thrusts to a lazy pace, your juices coating his shaft as he pushed in and out of your vibrations, and as your pussy clamped down hard on his cock, he was finally milked dry, his cum leaking into you and coating your insides with his load.
“WHOO! Yeah!” Your friends laughed and clapped.
Maybe tonight wasn’t that bad of an idea afterall.
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cordiallyfuturedwight · 1 year ago
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SUCHWITA EP. 20 ↳ threemin special
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minxmut-cafe · 10 days ago
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A Birthday to Remember
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Pairing : Taehyung x reader.
Word count : 1.8k words
Summary : For Taehyung's Birthday you get him a watch and let him contort you in different positions on the bed ;)
Trigger warning : dirty talk, cunnilingus, sex, breeding kink, begging, vaginal penetration, impregnation kink.
Authors note : I'm sorry this is coming out when his birthday is almost over but I've been struggling to juggle writing while studying for my finals. ANYWAYS I hope you like it. Also I'm sorry if this isn't as good because it's hard to imagine tae sexually. Anyways enough rambling. ENJOY!!!
Taehyung was suspicious.
The living room was unusually clean, his friends had been acting a bit too normal, and you had spent the whole day texting instead of showering him with attention. Something was up.
Still, he played along, letting the strange energy slide. After all, it was his birthday, and he figured he’d be rewarded for his patience.
When he stepped into his apartment later that evening, he was immediately greeted by loud cheers. The entire BTS crew had gathered, decorations hung from every corner, and a massive cake sat proudly on the dining table. You stood in the middle of the chaos, wearing your mischievous grin—the one that made his heart race.
“Surprise!” you all yelled in unison.
Taehyung’s lips curled into a wide smile, his suspicion fading. “You guys… this is amazing. Thank you.”
Jungkook slung an arm around him. “Come on, birthday boy. You really thought we’d let your special day go unnoticed?”
The night was full of laughter, food, and playful chaos, as expected with this group. Taehyung basked in the attention, but his eyes kept finding you across the room. There was something about the way you were looking at him—like you had a secret—and it made his pulse quicken.
As the night wound down and the boys began clearing up, you approached him, holding a neatly wrapped box.
“Your gift,” you said, handing it over.
He raised an eyebrow, already intrigued. “Is this what you’ve been hiding all day?”
You shrugged, your lips curling into a smirk. “Sort of. Open it.”
He tore into the paper, revealing a sleek designer watch. “Wow, this is beautiful,” he said, sliding it onto his wrist. But as he admired it, something slipped out of the box—a Polaroid.
His eyes widened as he picked it up. The image was unmistakably you, lounging on his bed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts—strategically unbuttoned. Scrawled on the back were the words: "Watch carefully. That watch isn’t the only gift for you."
His throat went dry, and his gaze darted to you. You simply winked, whispering, “Get home early tonight.”
Before he could process the message, Jin clapped him on the back. “Alright, birthday boy, time for round two!”
“Round two?” Taehyung asked, confused.
The boys laughed as Jungkook and Jimin each grabbed one of his arms, dragging him toward the door. “Club time, baby!”
Taehyung groaned. “But I—”
“No buts!” Namjoon cut in. “We planned this weeks ago. You’re going to have the best birthday ever.”
He glanced back at you, desperation in his eyes, but you just waved him off with a sly smile.
The club was exactly what Taehyung expected: loud music, flashing lights, and way too many people. His heart wasn’t in it, though. All he could think about was the Polaroid and the promise it held.
The boys were in full party mode, and even he couldn’t help but enjoy a few rounds of drinks and some dancing. Still, every time his phone buzzed, he hoped it was a message from you.
Finally, after what felt like hours, he managed to slip away. “I’m heading out,” he told Yoongi, who nodded lazily, nursing his drink.
Taehyung practically sprinted up the stairs to his apartment, his heart racing. He fumbled with his keys before finally getting the door open.
The lights were dimmed, and soft music played in the background. On the coffee table was a small tray with two glasses of wine.
“Y/N?” he called, his voice husky.
“In here,” you replied from the bedroom.
He followed your voice, and when he stepped inside, his breath caught. You were perched on the edge of the bed, wearing the same shirt from the Polaroid—only this time, there was no camera between you two.
“Happy Birthday,” you said softly, your eyes glinting with mischief.
He didn’t waste a second, crossing the room in a few strides and pulling you into his arms. “You’re evil, you know that?” he murmured against your neck.
You laughed, running your fingers through his hair. “And yet you love me for it.”
“Desperately,” he admitted, his voice thick with want. “Now, about that other gift…”
You leaned back, giving him a sultry look. “Why don’t you unwrap it and find out?”
He grinned, his fingers already working on the buttons of the shirt. As the fabric fell away, he let out a low whistle. “You really went all out for me.”
“Only the best for the birthday boy,” you teased, pulling him down onto the bed.
His lips found yours, the kiss starting slow but quickly escalating. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch as if it were the first time.
“You’re unbelievable,” he whispered against your skin.
“And you’re overdressed,” you shot back, tugging at his shirt. And pulling him down on the bed straddling him, “someone's excited” tae said as he pressed his lips against you . The kiss started out sweet slowly quickening with their breaths
Taehyung didn't let you pull away from the kiss. He relished leaving you breathless from his kiss. He bit your bottom lip tugging at it as his tongue swiftly entered your mouth as you gasped, exploring each and every inch like it was his first time tasting something so sweet.
“Fuck you taste so good babe” he heaved as he pinned you against the bed leaving open mouthed kisses all over your jaw and neck, “gonna mark you all over baby” he said as he sucked small bites on your neck focusing on your sweet spot making you whimper.
You bite the side of his neck and pull him closer by wrapping your legs around his waist. You hastily pull off his jacket and shirt, snagging the shirt in the process making him giggle. “So fucking hungry for my cock baby” he cooed as she blushed “can't help it my babies so fuckin’ delicious”
Tae practically ripped the shirt off you as he flipped you over and lifted your ass up spread in your legs slightly. He dips one of his ridiculously long fingers inside your hole making a small whimper fall from your lips.
“Fuck baby…you're so wet I could probably fuck you stupid without any forplay” he giggled lowly as he added another finger and started thrusting them in and out making you moan. “Tae…a-also tonight…I'll let you do anything…anything” you moaned and his eyebrows quirked up at that as he sneaked his hands in your hair and pulled you up, grabbing a handful of your hair.
“Anything baby?” He asked, his voice low and he whispered it in your ear. “Yes.. anything” you replied in a pathetic shaky voice making him smirk and fasten his pace and add a third finger, “ahn…too mu-much tae” you whimpered, “yes but you were the one who could say I could do anything right kitty” he whispered as he peppered sweet kisses all over your shoulders and nap. “Who knows maybe tonight I'll fuck a baby or two into your soppy cunt” you moaned at that. Tae and you both had a really bad breeding kink.
“O-oh god yes..ahn been w-wanting one for a wh-while now hah—” you moaned, blissed out at the thought of being swollen with his kids and him driving his fingers in you. “oh I'm sure you have…my dirty dirty girl” he mused
“Yes yes I have—ahn! So-so what don't you nngh drop your pants and put your nice and long cock inside me? Hm I'll be so good tonight..I promise please” you beg, making him giggle “oh my darling little kitty is just so used to beggin’ huh” he giggled—
“Want my cock so badly baby? Want me to fill you up with my cum and make sure you're knocked up by tomorrow?”
“Yes God please YES!”
He chuckled and let your hair go, pulling his fingers out right as you were about to cum “that's right baby, I'm your god. Moan for me” he grinned, landing a harsh slap on your already swollen clit pulling out a pathetic whimper out of you.
He unbuckled his belt and peeled his pants off and his socks off knowing how much she hated socks during sex and got on top of her pulling her legs up and resting them on his shoulders as he slowly rubbed your clit with his thick taupe tip.
“Mhmm no teasing taetae…been so needy the whole day” she begged and he let out a small gasp at the way your clit throbbed everytime he rubbed the tip of his cock against it.
“Is that so baby?” He asked as he slowly started pushing his cock in. He went in inch by inch slowly making sure you feel the burn of him sliding his entire cock into you.
“Does that feel better baby?” He groaned, his voice thick with pleasure and you just nod, mind too filled with words to say anything. He slowly started moving, maintaining a steady pace. Teasing you , making you whine for him to go faster and he gladly obliged. He went faster and faster, pounding against your G spot, just the way you liked it.
“Fu-fuck is that good baby? Does that feel good? Feeling me fuck my cock into your tight— argh so-so fucking tight hngh cunt like this?” He moaned as he pounded into her.
“YES! Yes I love it so so so much! fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck please aHN gonna cum tae!” You screamed, clutching his back, scratching it up as he knelt down to kiss you. Sucking on your bottom lip.
“Yes shush shh baby dw..I'll cum nice and deep inside you” he kissed her and moved down to sick your tits, making you moan as slammed inside you.
He groaned your name as he thrusted deep inside you, painting your walls white as you clench around him cumming hard. Panting as he thrusted slowly as he softened, helping you ride your orgasms out.
He slumped on top of you slightly as he pulled out and laid down beside you, catching his breath while cradling you.
Few minutes pass by as you both calm down. You squeak as he pulls you on top of him again, “eh-eh what are you doing?” You stutter, “you seriously didn't think i was done with you right?” He smirked, pulling you down into an open mouthed kiss.
The night went on like this as he fucked you into the mattress in different positions all night.
The sun streamed through the curtains as Taehyung stirred awake, a satisfied smile on his face. You were curled up beside him, your hair a mess and his watch dangling loosely on your wrist.
“Best birthday ever,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You opened one eye, smirking. “Told you that watch wasn’t the only gift.”
He laughed, pulling you closer. “I don’t need anything else as long as I have you.”
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daegudrama · 2 years ago
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Daegudrama’s Spicy Festa Special D-2
Title: Club Nabi
Pairing: Reader/Park Jimin
Summary: Reader meets a stranger at the club and ends up in a compromising position in the bathroom.
Word Count: 1604 words
The cold wind nips at your bare legs as you wait in line outside Club Nabi. Not even the shots you had at your best friend's apartment are warming you up. You pull your leather jacket tighter against your body as the line finally starts to move. In front of you two men are laughing at something on the taller one’s phone. For a moment you try to listen to what they are saying but it doesn’t seem very interesting or polite. 
Sakura, your best friend of many years, pulls on your arm, snapping you out of your eavesdropping.  You are in front of the bouncer now scrambling to get your ID out. After a quick glance he lets the two of you in with no problem. Though his eyes linger on your exposed collarbone a little longer than necessary. 
This is your first time here and you are amazed by the way they’ve made butterflies for a club aesthetic. Subtle glowing butterflies are scattered across the walls with neon flower signs. There are a few booths off in the corners but the dance floor is the main feature. The floor is already filled with bodies swaying back and forth to the pounding music. 
“Let’s get a drink.” Sakura says, linking her delicate arm through yours.
She’s been here a few times and swears it’s the best place to let off steam. With how stressful work has been lately you could really use a little bit of fun. Sakura pays for the first round opting for simple shots of soju. You remove your coats leaving them near the bar. Each of you takes two shots before heading to the dance floor.
You and Sakura are in your own world dancing together for quite awhile before her eyes widen. She raises an eyebrow and backs away telling you with her facial expressions to look behind you. Your best friend turns to a tall man and shakes her hips in time to the music. 
You turn to see possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on. His black hair is pushed away from his forehead. The man’s eyes sparkle with a tantalizing charm only enhanced by the smallest amount of dark eye makeup. His confidence radiates around him in a way that is almost as sexy as the smile on his pillow lips. 
“Hello beautiful.” His voice is low as he leans in to speak in your ear sending a shiver down your spine. “I’m Jimin.”
He hasn’t touched you waiting for you to make the first move. The alcohol running through your veins gives you a surge of courage you wouldn’t normally have. You reach forward, taking his hands and placing them on your hips. You tell him your name as you dance into him.
Jimin’s body is inching closer to yours as you continue to dance. His hands are warm through the thin material of your black body con dress. He presses his fingertips harder into your skin warming your stomach. He takes your hand spinning you around before pulling you close until your noses are almost touching. He pauses for a moment, hands grasping your waist again before he closes the gap between your lips. Jimin tastes like expensive whiskey and somehow that pulls you in further. 
You wrap your arms around his neck urging him closer until your bodies are flush. His hand slides to your ass kneading it with his fingers. You deepen the kiss allowing his smooth tongue to explore your mouth. A low hum sounds from his throat and somehow you wish you were even closer to him. 
Jimin pulls away first, taking you in his arms with your ass pressed against his cock. He’s already tenting his pants from just kissing you. You shake your ass in time with the music and he grabs your hips. His lips are parted when you look over your shoulder at him. His drags his hands to your breasts cupping one in each hand as you continue to move against him. 
It’s several minutes before you can’t take it anymore and turn around to kiss him again. Your hand reaches for his cock stroking it through his slacks. He hisses sucking harshly at your neck. After a minute of this he pulls your hand away grasping it tightly in his. Jimin leads the way through the crowd holding tightly to your hand. 
He stops in front of the bathroom peeking inside before continuing on. The bathroom is washed with red light and is surprisingly empty. There are a variety of butterfly murals covering the walls. Jimin backs you against the sink only stopping when you are pressed against the counter.
“Let me have a taste.” He says picking you up with ease and setting you on the counter.
Not a word passes your lips as you spread your legs inviting him to take you however he wants. He hooks his fingers under the band of your lace panties and pulls them to your ankles without prompt. Jimin leans down and pushes your dress up to lick a bold strip across your slit. You feel like you’ve been waiting ages for someone to touch you. Your body is more sensitive than usual only heightening the pleasure you feel as he flicks his tongue over you. 
One of your hands takes a fist full of his hair and a soft moan leaves his mouth which only leads you to tug harder. He loves the sensation, returning the favor with precise swirls of his tongue on your clit. You are trying to keep quiet but you can’t stay silent when his tongue feels so good lapping at your pussy.
A sharp breath enters your lungs when he pushes two fingers into your cunt without warning. He gives you all of two seconds to adjust before he begins quickly thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You lean your head against the mirror behind you not knowing what to do. He continues sucking and licking at your pussy while his fingers work deep inside your soaked pussy. 
You are almost embarrassed by how quickly you feel your orgasm building. Jimin is so incredibly sexy and skilled that it’s hard to control yourself. The man is so effortlessly handsome. He sucks your clit into his mouth looking up at you through his lashes and you lose it. You cum all over his fingers chanting his name like he’s some famous idol and not a man you just met in a club. He certainly has the charm and looks to be an idol. 
“So pretty, baby.” He says standing to pull you in for a soft kiss. “Can I fuck you against this counter?”
“Please!” You whine almost surprising yourself with how desperately you want this man’s cock to fill you up. 
The man lifts you off of the counter then turns you around. He pushes your head towards the counter and you bend over. Jimin enjoys the view of your pretty pussy ready for his leaking cock. He wastes no time unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down along with his boxers. You hear the sound of Jimin opening a condom and in the mirror you see him roll it on. 
Jimin smacks your ass before he lines himself up with your pussy. He’s made you so wet that he slides inside you with no resistance. He curses as he bottoms out inside of you. Jimin fills your cunt so nicely you wish he would stay in you forever. 
He slowly pulls out before snapping his hips, pushing himself back inside of you. He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back so you have no choice but to watch yourself in the mirror. Jimin thrusts into again with more force this time. Your eyes widen as your jaw drops, breathy moans leaving your lips. Your breasts are bouncing as he opts for shallow fast thrusts. The sting of your scalp only makes the sensation of his cock slamming into you that much better. 
There is a pleased smirk on Jimin’s lips as he looks at you in the mirror. His other hand is gripping your hip keeping in place so he can use you as he pleases. This is the first time you’ve ever had sex in public and the man behind you is making sure it’s the best you ever have. 
The chance of someone walking in sends a thrill to your chest. His thrusts become more erratic as he nears his high. Pretty moans are filling the air as he lets go of your hair. Jimin pushes deep inside of you grabbing your breasts as he cums into the condom inside you. He rests his head against your shoulder kissing the exposed skin. 
He pulls out dealing with the condom while you just stand there. Where do you go from here? You pull your panties back into place and Jimin puts a hand on your cheek. He leans in for a chaste kiss pulling back when his phone buzzes. His brows furrow together before he leaves without another word.  You try to follow him but he easily gets lost in the over packed crowd.
You find Sakura at the bar alone and she raises an eyebrow silently asking what the fuck just happened. Of course, you tell her in painstaking detail just like she wants. She wants to look for him but you hold her arm. If he wanted anything else he would’ve said so. If anything else is meant to happen you’ll see him again. 
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thvrian · 2 months ago
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I just want
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➟☾Synopsis: walking after your lover just turns into something more pleasant.
➟☾Pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x reader
➟☾Genre: Smut,fluff
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Once you leave your helmet on your motorcycle and head towards the front of the club you see a group of guys and your man.
You get closer and the grin appears on your face when you see his position, he is sitting on a chair with his legs apart, his head down and he looks bad drunk.
Suddenly he lifted his head recognizing your figure and grinned drunkenly.
"Princess" he murmurs and rubs his hands on his thighs "come here" he says and ignores the giggles from the other boys.
You were already in front of him grabbing his hand "We have to go, Yoongi" you say pulling, he doesn't refuse and lets you take him.
"Y/n, can you handle him?" Asks Jimin, one of his friends.
"We'll be fine, thanks. Good night guys." You look at the others and they nod.
Taking Yoongi's hand in yours you pulled him with you to the motorcycle.
"Baby, can we stay a little more?" Yoongi suddenly asks and you frown.
"No" you murmur "it's already late and I have to go to work tomorrow" you take the helmet and hand it over, he looks at you then nods "you won't fall off the bike once I start it, will you?" You ask a little more worried. All he does is nod but you move closer to him.
"Yoongi"
“I'm not that drunk Y/n” he murmured, Y/n ok he's not that drunk.
You both put on your helmets and got on the black motorcycle, Yoongi grabbed your waist, like he always does when he gets behind the bike with you. You feel the warmth of his body on your back, he holds you tight and makes you giggle, he's going to be fine.
The way home is not long, only 10 minutes.
You park the motorcycle, get off safely, then when you think Yoongi won't talk until you get into bed, there he is.
"You're so hot riding the motorcycle" he sings and slaps you on the bottom making you gasp but you know and he knows that you like it. You turn to him and you can't help but smile when you see his sheepish grin.
"Come on, let's go" you say heading towards the entrance of the apartment.
Yoongi's grin never fades when you enter the elevator or walk down the hall.
Once you enter your house you leave your shoes and jacket matching Yoongi's, he quietly follows you into the bedroom.
"Come on, Yoongi, get undressed" you tell him and grab some underwear from the closet.
"I thought you wouldn't say,finally" he grins and takes off his shirt but doesn't undress yet "let me help you baby" he whispers and grabs your blouse in his hands.
"What are you doing?" You ask confused but you know too well what's on his mind.
"I am undressing you?" He's also confused and you can't help but giggle at that.
"I thought you'd just go to the bathroom and we'd finally go to bed, you're drunk" you breathe heavily once he touches your bare skin under your blouse.
"I'm not that drunk" he growls and pulls your blouse off you, meeting your bra and he moistens his lips. "And you're going to let me fuck you, aren't you?" He asked still keeping his eyes on your breasts, you said nothing. Not that you don't want him to do the thing.Yoongi knows what he does always but it's late and tomorrow(today maybe?) you have to go to work.
"Yoongi…" you start but he ignores you, he knows you, he knows you want it so he grabs the back of your bra and pulls it off, he wastes no time, he's already covering your nipple with his sucking mouth making you moan arching your back, his right hand grabs your left breast, squeezing, his left hand holds your waist and pulls you to the bed. He let you lie down on the bed but you still had your feet down on the floor and so did he, he started licking the other nipple, you felt another wave of heat run through your body.
You grabbed his hair arching more for him, he was making dirty noises against your long hardened nipple. Then suddenly he pulls away and you are face down on the bed. Yoongi quickly pulled your pants down, followed by your panties, sending another slap across the bare skin of your ass, the sound it made seemed forbidden.
Your boyfriend sits down on his knees, now face to face with your pussy.He grins when he sees how wet you are and doesn't hesitate to make a remark.
“And to think you could have lost this wetness tonight” he growls but you just bite your lip in anticipation.
He caresses your back and bottom and then holds it in his two hands, he bends his head to finally place an open-mouthed kiss on your entrance. He sticks out his tongue, draws a line from your clit to your entrance, rotates it, kisses ,you moan and squirm with your ass up.
“Yoongi" you moan and lay your head on the bed.
He murmured into your pussy and arched your ass more as he made out with your pussy. You could already feel how close you were, trembling under his touch.
“Damn, dammit, dammit” you curse through clenched teeth and try to rub more against his mouth but he pulls away raising his head higher to kiss your ass cheeks with his mouth open. Oh damn.
"Yoongi?" You grunted and looked back and he was already on his feet looking at your pussy oozing white juices then he looks into your eyes with a face that asks what?
"Can you stop wasting time?" You ask a little annoyed and he clenches his jaw and smacks your bottom hard.
"Don't spoil the fun" he replied and then you felt his fingers at your entrance, he played with it but never really entering. You moaned and bit your bottom lip wanting him to do more because it was already hurting you.
Then he brought his fingers up to your clit cupping and rubbing, your legs shook, a sharp moan coming from the back of your throat, he pressed harder, faster, almost painfully good. You had to reach out for him to stop but he refused your attempt taking both your hands in his left hand holding them above your head, you were sitting in a shameful position, but not for him, he liked it that way.
He rubbed your clit until you saw green stars, you squirmed in your seat but Yoongi continued to grind painfully until you came unfinished. He overstimulates and you cry at that. He took his hands off of you, hearing the rustle of the belt and pants you looked behind you then turned to face him as he removed his boxers revealing that perfect cock you love.
He does not approach you, but climbs into the bed.
He sits with his bottom on the mattress, resting his head on the bed frame, with his cock up.
"Come and ride my cock baby" he murmurs giving himself a few pumps. Of course you don't waste any time and get on the bed then on his lap, he helps you put his cock inside, feeling each other you moan and throw your head back.
He was holding your hips but doing nothing but watching your connected bodies. But you started to move up and down, bringing pleasure, your breasts jumping with each movement, he didn't ignore them and grabbed both breasts with his hands, he squeezed tight and you moaned over and over.
"Fuck yeah" he moaned.
"Damn it"You cry out feeling your climax getting closer with each movement. Your pussy pulsates and flows more and more making wet sounds that made you even hotter.
You finally came on his cock with a sharp moan and you lowered your head as you stopped.
“Come on, I know you can do more” Yoongi murmurs and grabs your hips and makes you move again, the overstimulation hitting again.
You move up and down on his cock, feeling it pulsing and he pulls you deeper and angrier as he cums with a moan. His cum fills the walls and you squirm at the sensation.
"Shit" he closes his eyes still helping you move to get through the high.
You leaned towards him, resting your head on his chest. He stroked your ass and squeezed it.
"We didn't kiss tonight…" he frowned.
"It's because you have alcohol breath" you grin but your smile disappears when he slaps you hard on the bottom.
Then he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to his open mouth, he kisses you passionately, as if he hasn't kissed you in millennia and he missed you like hell. When he pulls away, he lightly bites your bottom lip. Now you realize that neither you didn't notice the whiskey taste on his tongue.
"We need to shower" you say and get off of him biting your bottom lip at the feeling of emptiness.
Yoongi followed you into the bathroom, because it's impossible to be intimate with him, and you don't ever want to hide from him.
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jjungkookislife · 1 year ago
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New Year With You (M)
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pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader
genre: established relationship, fluff, light smut [18+]
summary: Ringing in the new year means saying goodbye to Grandmother Jeon, lots of alcohol, and a devastatingly handsome Jungkook.
wc: 2.8k
warnings: alcohol use/mention (body shots), implied smut (unprotected sex, hickeys, sexual thoughts/conversations), food mention, Tae is a flirt and Seokjin is shy about it, oc scratched the hell out of JK's back (with consent), teasing
a/n: thank you @btsgotjams27 for helping me again 💜💜
read home for the holidays
date: January 19, 2024
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Grandmother Jeon had left early this morning with the Jeons and Parks in tow. She had pulled you into a tight hug as Dae loaded her suitcases into the trunk.
“You two have a good new year, and if I don’t see you before Spring Break, make sure to call,” Grandmother Jeon instructs as she releases you to hug Jungkook just as tight.
“And you,” she smiles. “Make sure you check the house out before you return to school. I’ll make arrangements for renovations if you want to change anything up. Do what you want with it, okay?”
“Yes, Grandmother Jeon. Thank you,” he says as he hugs her tighter, and she kisses his cheek before releasing him.
“Don’t get into too much trouble tonight while your parents are away,” Grandmother Jeon raises a brow. “I’m gonna be overseas, and your parents are going to be out of town so we can’t bail you out of jail.”
“I’ll keep him in check, Grandmother Jeon,” you promise as you wrap your arm around Jungkook’s waist. His sweater is thicker than yours, and the wind rattles you to the core, but your goodbyes are more important than a few chilly minutes.
“That’s what I like to hear, honey!” Minji laughs. “We’ve got to be tough with these Jeon men!”
“Mom!” Dae calls from the car as he shuts the trunk. “We’re all set.”
Minji smiles again. “You watch out for that Park boy, too. Jimin and that mouth of his. I’m sure I’ll be hearing about tonight from his grandmother. We’re gonna play shuffleboard and find us some dance partners before midnight! Don’t worry about me.”
“Get ‘em, Minji,” you giggle as you hug her one last time, promising to call soon. She waves as she links her arm with Jungkook’s as he walks her out of the house and toward the driveway where his parents wait for them. Luna is buckled in her seat, barking her head off when she finally spots her mother.
Across the street, Jimin is helping his grandmother get into his parents’ car. He waves when he spots you in the doorway, and you grin.
The eight of you had plans to spend the New Year together. The weather was still rough. Snow still covered the streets and you weren’t in the mood to be stuffed in a club like a sardine.
Jungkook had invited everyone over. Jimin, Joon, and Tae would probably walk home, and Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi would either sleep over or go across the street.
The plans for tonight involved games, alcohol, and plenty of food. The home was still decorated for Christmas, and Aera promised to put everything away once she returned. Before you could offer to help, Jungkook shook his head.
“Mom likes to keep them up a little longer. She decorates for Valentine’s Day and so on. We should come back for Halloween. You’d love it.” Jungkook smiled.
“I’m gonna miss her,” you tell Jungkook as he joins you on the front porch. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, kissing your cheek.
“Grandmother Jeon will be fine,” Jungkook assures you. “My parents will be back in a couple of days and then we can go look at the house.”
“It’ll be nice to party with Minji on Spring Break,” you giggle as you head back inside and shut the door after Jungkook. 
“If we can keep up,” he chuckles with a shake of his head. 
“I’m glad this all worked out, Koo,” you admit as you wrap your arms around his waist. He rubs your back as you rest your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. It soothes you. 
“Me too, baby. Otherwise, I would have waited until we got back to school to say something,” He giggles, his nose scrunching the tiniest bit. 
You smile, kissing the mole beneath his lip. “Come on, babe. We have the house to ourselves and a few more hours before our friends come over.”
“Oh, and how do you suggest we pass the time, baby?” Jungkook smirks.
“Oh, I don’t know,” you say coyly as you walk two fingers up his broad chest. “I’m sure we can think of something.”
Your laughter fills the home as you take off running toward the stairs with Jungkook right behind you. His laughter and yours grow louder when he catches you and leads you to his bedroom, where you spend the next few hours wrapped up in each other. 
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You shouldn’t stare.
You shouldn’t.
You’re not.
Honestly, you’re not.
But you so are!
“Are you part of some male dancer association?” you blurt, covering your mouth with your hands. You did not just say that!
Jimin cackles, shaking his head. “No.”
Seokjin smirks. “Hoseok picked our outfits.”
Your eyes look over at Hoseok, the menace. He smirks when you eye him up and down. He lowers his sunglasses to drown you in his dark look. Fuck, fuck, wow! 
“Don’t you look ravishing,” he comments as he sets his sunglasses on his head. “Gotta say, you look just as hot as I imagined.”
“Hoseok!” you giggle, shaking your head.
Hoseok shrugs. “It’s a nice dress. Still had the tags on when I found it in your closet.”
“Has Kook seen it yet?” Seokjin asks as he rakes his eyes over you. 
“Not yet,” you explain. “We decided to get ready separately.”
“Oh, he’s gonna die,” Jimin chuckles as he walks past you to the kitchen, where Yoongi finished cooking the food.
Alcohol fills the refrigerator and the counters. Jimin has a bottomless stomach when it comes to alcohol, and Tae always tries to keep up.
You’re excited to see Jungkook, but after the stunt Hoseok pulled, you’re not so sure you could handle it.
“Darling,” Jungkook calls from the stairs.
Hoseok chuckles as he watches you turn around slowly, gasping when you spot Jungkook. 
Jungkook’s dark hair is coiffed in a slicked-back manner. The blazer is too big for his frame, but the black mesh shirt hugs him in all the right places, showing off his taut chest and ripped abs. Silver jewelry adorns his ears, neck, and hand, but what you really love is the one pierced into his bottom lip. 
You swear your brain malfunctions as it does for SpongeBob when all he needs to remember is fine dining. You don’t think you could even remember your name right now if somebody asked because all you can think is how fucking hot your boyfriend looks. You don’t even think you’re breathing, your voice caught in your throat as your eyes take in every delicious inch of his body. 
Were you two alone, you’d have him beneath you already. His chest would get covered in your lipstick, and his cock would be inside you, making you cream around him as you bounced on him. 
Jungkook isn’t faring much better. The dress you’re wearing leaves little to the imagination. He’s breathless as he admires your radiance. The smile on your face is bashful but directed right at him. 
Jungkook should send Hoseok a personalized thank you note after this trip. Perhaps even a bouquet of peonies, freshly picked from a field they visited as children not too far from their home. He knows Hoseok wishes he had more time to make something for you. He’s very talented, and no doubt would create amazing clothing for each of you if given the chance. Jimin wore a suit made just for him, a gift for his birthday just a few months ago. 
Smirking, Jungkook takes the last step as he eyes the necklace sitting perfectly on your chest. It’s on a thin gold chain with his initial. There’s an accompanying one on your thigh that glimmers in the light when you move toward him, the slit on your dress dangerously high up, and your heels click on the floor as you meet him. 
“You look gorgeous,” Jungkook whispers when you grab his suit jacket. He notes how you bat your lashes, eyes sparkling when you look at him.
“And you look good enough to eat,” you respond, not noticing how your friends give you a moment alone. 
To be honest, Hoseok was a little worried you’d jump each other in front of everyone. You wouldn’t lie.  The thought had crossed your mind.
“Do I?” Jungkook smiles as he cups your face. His lips look very tempting as he toys with his lip ring. 
What you wouldn’t give to strip him naked where he stands. The thought alone sends a tingle down your spine as his fingers move downward to the necklace you’re wearing. 
“Perhaps there’s something I can do about that later on,” he whispers as he releases the initial and locks eyes with you. You blink, left breathless as his gaze locks you in place. 
Should you take him to his room? Forget all about the evening planned with your friends and welcome the new year tangled in sheets, his name on your lips, and his hands on your hips.
“If you guys are gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else?” Namjoon asks with a brownie in one hand and a champagne flute in the other. 
Jungkook chuckles as he steps away from you. He takes your hand in his and leads you to your friends in the kitchen. 
It’s no surprise that Jimin’s already got the alcohol open. Yoongi turns the stove off and moves a pot off of the eye before calling everyone for dinner. 
The dining room is filled with laughter. Joy spreads from one person to the next as the alcohol and fond memories flow. 
Taehyung and Yoongi suggest moving the party to the living room. The table gets cleared by Seokjin and a tipsy Namjoon, who’s had too many brownies and flutes of champagne. 
Hoseok has cleared the living room coffee table and set the liquor and glasses on it. Each of you has a different glass straw to not get confused, but you know you’ll end up sharing with Jungkook and possibly Jimin by the end of the night. 
The TV is on in the background, a show on mute as they prepare for the new year. The countdown flashes on the screen, still two hours away. 
Fireworks blast off outside from the neighbors and their kids. Despite the cold weather, gatherings still take place. 
Jimin smirks when you take a seat on the couch beside Jungkook. Your hand rests on his thigh, and Jungkook toys with the small chain on your leg. 
“How about we start with body shots?” Jimin suggests, feigning innocence when his eyes connect with yours. 
Jungkook scoffs. “As if, Park.”
Jimin chuckles. He knows Jungkook well enough to know when he’s pissed him off. 
“Don’t worry,” Seokjin giggles. “We won’t do it off your girl.”
“Already making him mad?” Yoongi asks as he sets down a bowl of perfectly cut limes for the tequila. Yoongi normally sticks to whiskey and Tae and Jimin love tequila. Hoseok and you loved cocktails, and Jungkook and Seokjin will have what’s available. Namjoon keeps a flute of champagne in his hand most of the night, sipping in between sweets. 
“Can we just drink already?” Taehyung pouts as he eyes the bottle of tequila sitting untouched on the coffee table. “Please?”
Everyone laughs as they open bottles. Yoongi sits in a recliner with a glass of whiskey in his hand as the music plays from a speaker on the mantel. 
Hoseok sits on the loveseat, a sketchbook in his lap as he watches you. He’d have to get your measurements later, perhaps in a few days or once you return to campus before the semester gets too busy for everyone. He’d like to make something for you and Jungkook. Perhaps matching outfits if time allows, but if not, matching accessories are just as good. After all, nothing is better than a gift given from the heart. 
An hour l and a half later, everyone is giddy and tipsy. Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon play cards on the floor. They grow louder, and curses and groans of dissatisfaction escape them when Seokjin lays down his winning hand.
Yoongi hums along to the song playing, and Hoseok puts the finishing touches on his sketch. 
Jungkook has shed his suit jacket, as have most of your friends. The fireplace roars brightly after getting started by Jungkook and Yoongi. 
Hoseok insisted everyone pose for pictures for his Polaroid camera, which caused Taehyung to ask everyone to pose for him. 
“Memories,” he had said with a stern look. “Precious memories that you will thank me for twenty years down the line when your kids ask how you spent your first New Year's Eve.”
It was hard to say no after that.
The countdown seems to fly by once you’re done taking photos. Jimin and Taehyung demand one more shot before heading outside to watch the fireworks and ring in the new year. 
“Oh, come on,” Jimin chuckles. “One body shot.”
You laugh. “I’ll do it off Koo if he’ll let me.”
Jungkook nods, eager to get your hands on his body. He’s been pretty tame due to company but he’s been eyeing you all night, wanting to get you alone to kiss you as much as he wants. 
He hopes he can see you in that dress again when both of you are completely sober. He clears his throat as he lies on the couch after removing his mesh shirt. He’s done a good job of covering the hickeys left on his torso from your past few romps.
 You kneel in front of him while Jimin shoves a lime wedge in Jungkook’s mouth. 
“Lick around his belly button,” Yoongi instructs with a cheeky grin. 
“You guys are the worst,” you grumble. 
“You can back out whenever,” Seokjin assures you. “No judgment.”
Taehyung’s nods. “I’ll do a shot off Seokjin next if it’ll help.”
“No,” Seokjin huffs. “The last time you let it go down into my underwear.”
Taehyung shrugs. “I would have gotten it.”
Seokjin blushes. “Shut up.”
“Can we do this before we miss the clock striking twelve?” Hoseok frowns. 
“Okay, okay,” Jimin says as you lick around Jungkook’s navel. Yoongi puts some salt around the circle and moves out of the way. 
“Come on, Seokjin,” Jimin says as he moves to the older man to get his shirt off. 
“Wait, you were serious,” he laughs as he takes his shirt off, and the friends get distracted for a moment while they tease him. 
You do your shot seamlessly, kissing Jungkook’s hip before moving toward the lime wedge. You grimace when it touches your tongue, and you spit it out into a napkin.
“Ugh, that never goes down easy for me,” you complain as you get on your feet. 
Namjoon and Yoongi have left to fill flutes with champagne in the kitchen while Seokjin put his shirt back on. 
“Get your coats on,” Taehyung claps as he starts handing coats to your friends. Jungkook gets off the couch, turning around to grab his shirt when your friends freeze, and you cover your face with your hands. 
“Geez,” Jimin said your name in between bouts of laughter. “Did you have to maul him?”
“Oh, lord,” you murmur into your hands as your face grows hot. 
“What?” Jungkook asks as he puts his shirt back on and then his jacket. 
“Keep your shirt on around your parents,” Taehyung giggles.
“Unless you want them to see the claw marks on your back,” Seokjin cackles as he leads his friends toward the door. 
“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, mortified. “Does it hurt? Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.”
“Darling, it’s fine,” Jungkook assures you. “I asked for it, remember? I kept asking you to do it harder and harder?” 
You bite your lip, nodding. Jungkook grins, kissing your lips. 
“Maybe tomorrow we can do it again?” Jungkook kisses your cheek as he leads you to the door to get your coat. He helps you into it before you join your friends on the porch. 
Jimin hands you a flute, and Yoongi hands one to Jungkook. 
Hoseok nearly jumps in his spot as he counts down from thirty. 
Giddiness fills your body as you look at your friends. When all of this first started you never imagined feeling joy like this. True friendship that would last a lifetime surrounded you; and included you. 
Jungkook’s hand goes to your hip as he pulls you closer. The wind is brutal but the fireworks burst with color in the air, and their beauty makes being cold worth it. 
“3! 2! 1!”
“Happy New Year!”
You smile brightly as you raise your flute with your friends, taking a sip before Jungkook’s lips are on yours. 
A new year, a new chance to make wonderful memories with the man beside you. 
Nothing could be better than this. 
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riverashifts · 18 days ago
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@ MY DR LIST ᰔᩚ . ݁ 🎀 ͘ ࣭ 🎱 ⸰
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⌗ 제이's GiRL : below is my dr list! warning it is extensively long.. like very long because i'm batshit crazy and insane, but i am free 🕊️
˳ ׄ ⟡ ◌ ⃘ beauty, youth, good fortune, even love itself, cannot keep care and pain ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ。‏‏‎ 𓏸𓈒 loss and sorrow, from the most blessed for 𖦹 ˚   ⊹   ♡ into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and sad and dreary ( little women 1868 )
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inspired by @/kumiwon
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ dr name ] — s/o name
bold = main drs
⊹﹒K-POP DRS
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ aespa fifth member ] — yu jimin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ aespa fourth member ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ boynextdoor seventh member ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ day6 sixth member ] — park jaehyung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen eighth member ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen eighth member (gg) ] — park jongeun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen seventh member ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen seventh member (male) ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen twelfth member ] — yim siwan
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ (g)i-dle seventh member ] — jean soyeon, cho miyeon, nicha yontararak, seo soojin, song yuqi & yeh shuhua
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ itzy sixth member ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ive seventh member ] — ahn yujin & jang wonyoung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ le sserafim sixth member ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ loona thirteenth member ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ loona twelfth member ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ newjeans fifth member ] — kim minji
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ newjeans fifth member² ] — danielle marsh
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ stray kids eighth member ] — lee minho
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ stray kids ninth member ] — lee minho & han jisung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the rose fifth member ] — kim woosung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ triples twenty-fifth member ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ txt fifth member ] — choi yeonjun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ txt sixth member ] — kang taehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ txt tenth member ] — choi beomgyu
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ xdinary heroes sixth member ] — han jisung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ 3racha fourth member ] — bang chan, seo changbin, & han jisung
⊹﹒OWN GRP DRS
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ amour / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ atlantis / boy group ] — ning yizhuo
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ berry sweet / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ bratz! / girl group ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ by the stars / co-ed group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ by the stars² / co-ed group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ celeste / girl group ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ crush! / boy group ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ cupid club / girl group ] — yang jungwon
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ dearlie / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ diva / girl group ] — yim siwan
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ eclipse / girl group ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ elle / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ envy / marvel x idols ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ eunoia ] — park sunghoon
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fleur / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ girlnextdoor ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ girls planet 999 ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ gloss / girl group ] — yim siwan
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ honey / co-ed group ] — yang jungwon
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ idol stars (gg survival show) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ iheart / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ jinx / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ kismet / boy group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ loveloop / girl group ] — hanni pham
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ lovex / girl group ] — nishimura riki
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ meow / girl group ] — jang wonyoung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ monster high / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ moxie / girl group ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ mydol / miraculous x idols ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ noir / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ onlyoneof / girl group ] — ha sooyoung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ pink punk / girl group ] — lee heeseung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ popteen / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ produce series ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ quizzie / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ retrograde / girl band ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ rubymoon / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ solaria / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ soulike / boy group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ trickster / boy group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ utopia / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ v.e.x / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wckd / co-ed group ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wonderstruck / co-ed group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ xtra / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ xy / girl duo ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ yin&yang / co-ed group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ youngluv / girl group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ zero / co-ed group ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ 7heaven / girl group ] — undecided
⊹﹒K-SOLOIST DRS
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ holly / female soloist ] — nishimura riki
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ king / male soloist ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ nabi / female soloist ] — seo changbin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ quae / female soloist ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ star / female soloist ] — park jaehyung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ vera / female soloist ] — park jongseong
⊹﹒MIRACULOUS DRS
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ miraculous academy / académie royale feng-dubois ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ miraculous (feat. idols) ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ miraculous x marvel ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ mydol / miraculous x idols ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ nagara / snake miraculous ] — chloé bourgeois
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ vespera / bat miraculous ] — kagami tsurugi
⊹﹒MARVEL DRS
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ agatha all along ] — rio vidal
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ black widow ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ envy / marvel x idols ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ general marvel ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ marvel (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ miraculous x marvel ] — undecided
⊹﹒HOGWARTS DRS
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ beauxbatons student ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ canadian school student ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ golden trio ('80 liner) ] — harry potter
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ golden trio ('76 liner) ] — oliver wood
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ golden trio (slytherin boys) ] — theodore nott
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ hogwarts (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ marauders (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ modern golden trio ] — pansy parkinson
⊹﹒FAME DRS
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ actress ] — louis partridge
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ actress² ] — mikey madison
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ actress³ ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ actress & model ] — aubrey plaza
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ actress & singer ] — matthew gray gubler
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ author ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ bake off competition show ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ band ] — park jongseong, ning yizhuo, huh yunjin, & lee heeseung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ basketball player ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ boysworld sixth member ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ chicken shop date ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ choreographer ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ director ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ k-drama actress ] — park jihoon
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ katseye seventh member ] — megan meiyok skiendiel & daniela andrea avanzini llorente
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ katseye seventh member² ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ katseye sixth member ] — sophia elizabeth guevara laforteza, meret manon bannerman, daniela andrea avanzini llorente, lara rajagopalan & megan meiyok, skiendiel
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ learn&travel vlogger ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ lifestyle reality show ] — huh yunjin & park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ lifestyle youtuber ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ little mix ] — yim siwan
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ minecraft youtuber ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ nepo baby / actress ] — taylor swift
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ nepo baby / singer ] — gracie abrams
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ rapper ] — megan jovon ruth pete
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the sluts (band) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ sugarbaby / singer ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ tennis player ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ 1800s author ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ 1950s actress ] — sabrina carpenter
⊹﹒MOVIE/SERIES DRS
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ alice in wonderland ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ a.n.t farm (university) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ arcane ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ arcane (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ austin & ally ] — lee heeseung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ baby ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the babysitters club ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ batfam ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ bella & the bulldogs ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ best friends whenever ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ big hero six ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ business proposal ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ camp half blood ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ camp half blood (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ criminal minds ] — spencer reid
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ criminal minds² ] — emily prentiss & jennifer jareau
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ criminal minds (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ descendants / enchantress' daughter ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ descendants / mad hatter's daughter ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ descendants / queen of hearts' daughter ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the devil wears prada ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ diamond castle ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen next door ] — lee heeseung, park jongseong, or park sunghoon (love triangle)
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ever after high ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ever after high² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ever after high³ ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ everything sucks ] — emaline addario
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fairy secret ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fashion fairytale ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the fosters ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ gilmore girls ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ good luck charlie ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the good place ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ gravity falls ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ hannah montana ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ her private life ] — yim siwan
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ hometown cha cha cha ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ how to train your dragon ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the hunger games ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ h2o ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ inside out ] — n/a
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ island princess ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ jessie ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ jumanji ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ k-12 ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ kc undercover ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ lab rats ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ lemonade mouth ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ little women ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ maleficent ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ mean girls ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ mermaid tale ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ my demon ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ narnia ] — susan pevensie
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ narnia (feat. idols) ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ neverland ] — n/a
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ one day at a time ] — elena alvarez
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ outerbanks (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ outerbanks / kook ] — pope heyward
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ outerbanks / pogue ] — rafe cameron
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ outerbanks / pogue-kook ] — sarah cameron
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ part time idol ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ pitch perfect ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ pokémon ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ pokémon² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ power rangers ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ princess & the pop star (pop star) ] — kagami tsurugi
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ princess & the pop star (princess) ] — olivia rodrigo
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ princess charm school ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ princess diaries ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the princess switch (baker) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the princess switch (princess) ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ sam & cat ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the school for good & evil ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ shake it up ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ shameless ] — fiona gallagher
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ shrek ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ sky high ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ spiderverse ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ spirited ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ spirited² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ spongebob squarepants ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ squid game ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ squid game² ] — lee myunggi
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ squid game (canada) ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ starstruck ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ start-up ] — yim siwan
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the suite life series ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the summer i turned pretty ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ summer strike ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ summer strike² ] — ahn daebum
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ teen beach movie ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the thundermans ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ to all the boys i've loved before ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ tomorrowland ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ totally spies ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ twinkling watermelon ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ victorious ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wednesday ] — wednesday
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wednesday (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wicked ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wizards of waverly place ] — max russo
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wreck it ralph ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ yellowjackets ] — charlotte "lottie" matthews
⊹﹒BOOK/FANFIC DRS
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ chanwitch / fanfic ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ chanwitch / fanfic² ] — lee minho
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ chanwitch / fanfic³ ] — han jisung
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ chanwitch / fanfic⁴ ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ dark moon ] — park jongseong as jaan
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ dollhouse / fanfic ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the folk of the air ] — park jongseong as cardan greenbriar
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the folk of the air ] — jude duarte
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ geronimo stilton ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ heartless ] — park jongseong as jest
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ hideout / fanfic ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ i hope this doesn't find you ] — myung jaehyun as julius gong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ if you could see the sun ] — myung jaehyun as henry
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ kitten / fanfic ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the lunar chronicles ] — myung jaehyun as wolf
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the lunar chronicles² ] — myung jaehyun as thorne
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the lunar chronicles³ ] — park jongseong as jacin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the lunar chronicles⁴ ] — park jongseong as kai
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ paragon academy of aces ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ paragon academy of aces² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ renegades ] — park jongseong as winston
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ renegades² ] — myung jaehyun as adrian
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ renegades (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ renegades (feat. idols)² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ say please / fanfic ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ shatter me ] — park jongseong as aaron warner
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the tale of geoji & jinsil / fanfic ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ this time it's real ] — park jongseong as caz song
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ this time it's real² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ you don't have a shot ] — huh yunjin
⊹﹒MISCELLANEOUS DRS
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ancient royalty ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ apocalypse ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ better cr / ideal fan ] — n/a
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ better cr / wag ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ better cr / y/n life ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ better cr / y/n life² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ boarding school ] — yang jungwon
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ boarding school² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ children of the planets ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ christmas wonderland ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ christmas wonderland² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ college life ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ concert experience ] — malaya brown
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ cottage witch ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ cupid ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ cupid² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ double life ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ dragon rider academy (to be named) ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ eternal childhood ] — n/a
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ eternal summer ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ eternal summer (multi) ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / charmed ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / futuristic ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / pixie hollow ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / royalty ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / royalty² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / unnamed ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / vet ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ five nights at freddie's ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ futuristic academy (to be named) ] — undecided
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ghost hunter ] — huh yunjin
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ idol school ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ idol school² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ intergalactic royalty ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ intergalactic royalty² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ jeu imaginaire ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ medieval royalty ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ minecraft / farm life ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ modern royalty ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ modern royalty² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ pirate life ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ redacted ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ small town ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ spy academy ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ street racer ] — lee heeseung & park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ supernatural school ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ teacher ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ teacher² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ underwater school (to be named) ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ waiting room / book store+cinema ] — n/a
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ waiting room / circle room ] — n/a
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ waiting room / cloud castle ] — n/a
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ waiting room / storyline ] — park jongseong
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ waiting room / storyline² ] — myung jaehyun
. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ women-only paradise ] — huh yunjin
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sopebubbles · 2 years ago
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One
Master list
Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.
Chapter summary: you shouldn't be out in your condition, but at least Jungkook and Jimin are there to save you.
Warnings: assault/violence, ngl m/c is basically unconscious for this whole chapter, language, nudity, straight panic
Word count: 5k
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Jimin fought the skip in his step so as not to embarrass Jungkook as they walked down the street to a relatively new nightclub that was supposed to be friendly to Lykos. Although it was technically illegal to deny anyone access to most spaces based on subspecies or secondary gender, there were still many places in the city where alphas, betas and omegas alike were looked down on or outright harassed. This new club was located closer to their home than most of the nightlife in the city, and Jimin couldn't help but be excited about checking it out. It had been a long week for the beta, as most weeks were, and as much as he loved relaxing at home with his pack, he was grateful that his fellow beta was willing to accompany him for a night of letting loose. Jungkook had also seen his fair share of Sapien bullshit this week while on duty, and he frankly needed to blow off some steam.
Being a cop was an oddly perfect job for a beta, not that the ordinary Saps Jungkook worked with always saw it that way. He managed to remain calm in situations that neither alphas or even regular Sapiens could. The calming pheromones he exuded with his subtle, fresh linen scent worked even on the Saps who didn't know when it affected them. But this week there must have been something in the air causing an uptick in Sapien-Lykos violence, and even Jungkook's ability to de-escalate most situations failed to save the life of a young omega male. He died right in front of Jungkook before he could even react. So when Jimin suggested they go out for a few drinks, Jungkook didn't hesitate.
Another thing that made Jungkook a good cop was his ability to smell trouble. He liked it much better on duty than in his freetime. When the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, he wished he could ignore it. He knew that something was wrong several seconds before his brain was able to fully process the scents carrying around the corner from the alley they were coming up on. Two aggressive alphas and one omega. An omega in heat. It was an incredibly alarming smell to encounter on the street at night. What omega in their right mind would dare to go out of the house at such a time? What alpha would let them?
It took Jimin a moment after Jungkook to catch on, but when he did, they shared a heavy look. Their steps slowed as they approached the opening of the alleyway, and when their footsteps silenced they could hear the gruff voice of one of the alphas speak.
"What's a pretty little omega like you doing out all alone in this state?"
"M not," a weak female voice whimpered in response. "Please, I'm not."
"Of course you are, sweetheart. It's no use hiding. Let us take you home and take care of you. Alpha will give you what you need."
A muffled no was choked off with a gurgling sound. Jimin looked pleadingly up at Jungkook, who knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer.
"Police! Put your hands up!" Jungkook called in his most commanding voice as he stepped around the corner and into the alleyway. He felt somewhat foolish, holding his hands up like a gun toward the other men, not knowing if they were armed. But faking it was all he could do at the moment.
The two men paused to look briefly in Jungkook's direction, but the light in the alley was too dim to give his ruse away. Instead, the alpha that had his hand around your throat squeezed tighter and pulled you closer just to slam your head back against the wall. He let you fall like a sack of potatoes to the concrete before he and his friend ran toward the other end of the alley, hoping that the "officer" would focus on helping you and not on catching them. It was a smart bet.
As the alphas' footsteps faded away onto another street, Jimin slipped past Jungkook to get to you first. He knelt down to the concrete beside you and asked in a shaking voice, "Miss, are you alright?"
Panic threatened to cloud his mind, but Jimin was used to dealing with Lykos in crisis from his job as a social worker with homeless Lykos youths. He leaned in closer to hear that you were still breathing while he pressed two fingers to your throat. You were positively burning and your heart was racing. You were definitely in heat. But what were you doing out here on your own?
"Should we call the police?" Jimin asked, turning his head to look up at his pack member.
Jungkook tensed. He'd love to say that the cops would be able to help, but the police were still more or less ignorant when it came to things like heats and ruts. They were still considered taboo to Saps. "They're less likely to get her to a safe place than to lock her up for public disturbance." Jungkook shook his head. "Maybe we can take her to the hospital."
"They'll turn her away. Heat isn't a medical emergency, and it will actually cause a public disturbance."
"Fuck."
Jimin stood with his hands on his hips and shared a look with Jungkook that had the taller beta shaking his head before Jimin even made a sound. "We gotta take her home."
"We can't take a random omega home, Jimin."
"We can't leave a vulnerable omega alone on the street either!" Jimin let out a quiet whine that had Jungkook clenching his fists.
"Don't fucking start. We'll take her home and have Yoongi check on her and see if we can get her coherent enough to get her home."
"Thank you, Kook," Jimin sighed.
Jungkook let out his own heavy breath as he stooped to pick you up in his arms and carry you back to the pack's house. He wasn't doing this for Jimin, or for you, but for his own conscience. He couldn't watch another omega die this week.
You weren't heavy, but you made the walk back to their house feel longer than before. You seemed to come around again as they returned home, and for a moment you felt disoriented, but Jungkook fluffed out his fresh linen scent as soon as he realized it, and it was enough to keep your frantic, homoronal mind down for a few more minutes as you nuzzled unconsciously into his neck. When they started up the sidewalk to the house, Yoongi's face appeared in the glass pane to the left of the entrance. He quickly opened and closed the door, hurrying down the steps to confirm that there was indeed a limp body in his youngest packmate's arms.
"What's going on?" Yoongi's voice came out in a hiss, but even that couldn't hide his natural concern. Any decent alpha would be concerned for an omega in your state.
Jungkook pushed past him and up the steps to set you down on the soft outdoor couch. Your head lolled as he pulled away. Your nose sought out his scent with a whimper.
"We were passing by when this omega was being assaulted," Jimin explained.
"So you brought her here?" Yoongi's voice was hushed but tense.
"We didn't know where else we could take her, hyung," Jimin shrugged.
"She's in heat!"
"No shit, Sherlock," Jungkook grumbled. He'd been able to breathe in nothing but you the whole way here, and while the smell of an omega in heat was far from unpleasant, even to a beta, it had him on edge. Yoongi glared at him. "We need you to take a look at her hyung. There were a couple alphas with her when we found them. Just, check to see if she's hurt please."
Yoongi stared at him in frustration for a moment before he sighed and bent to look at you. He had worked as an EMT for enough years to be able to control himself around an omega smelling as sweet as you, but that didn't mean it was easy for him. When Yoongi pressed his fingers to the pulse point just next to your swollen scent gland you let out another weak cry. He cursed silently as he tried to get a read on the rhythm of your heart.
Meanwhile, Jungkook took the purse that they had found beside you from Jimin and dug his hand inside. He pulled out a wallet and a phone a moment later. Opening your wallet first, he pulled out your ID and held it out to compare the picture on the card with the troubled face before him. "It looks like her name is Y/N," he informed the others.
You made a sound of recognition at hearing your name, but it didn't come close to being a word.
"Check her head, hyung. The guy who attacked her hit her pretty good."
Yoongi's deft fingers pressed lightly around your skull until he reached the back of your head and you winced at the tenderness. He pulled one hand back to check for blood, but there was only a small amount, indicating you didn't have a serious head wound, although he was sure it hurt. Before he could pull his other hand out of your tangled hair, you turned your nose into his wrist and breathed in his citrusy scent.
"Alpha," you moaned, low and quiet, with a breath-taking neediness that even Yoongi struggled to ignore.
"Fuck," he breathed as you nuzzled against his skin. Yoongi fought to keep a grip on his senses. "Why the hell did you bring this fucking omega here?" He groaned and forced himself to pull his hands away before he could get caught up in your smell. He wanted it covering his skin. He wanted it all over him like it was all over Jungkook.
"What else were we supposed to do? Just leave her there?" Jimin knew it wasn't the greatest idea, but you were in a crisis, and any port in a storm would do.
"No," Yoongi groaned, hanging onto the edge of his sanity by his fingertips. "Who would even let an omega out of their sight in a state like this?" It was unfathomable, unconscionable. Even now Yoongi's instincts were screaming at him. Get her inside the house. Get her in the nest. Protect omega. Breed her. He forced himself to take several steps away from you and gulps of what he hoped would be fresh air. Just enough for his rational brain to remind him that he could not and would not breed a random omega he just met. No matter how good she smelled.
Jungkook couldn't help but feel a little grateful he hadn't been an alpha. It wasn't the first time he thought so, but watching the elder male struggle now, he was keenly aware of it. "Jimin, go calm Yoongi hyung down before he mounts the poor girl."
Yoongi let a low growl start in his chest and neither of them were sure if it was toward Jungkook or the image his words conjured. Jimin obeyed and went to pin Yoongi between himself and the wall of the house. Jimin's lavender had never been strong, but he did his best to exude as much of the calming scent as possible, and Yoongi buried his nose against Jimin's scent gland until he was able to think more clearly.
Meanwhile Jungkook had managed to open your phone and was looking through your phonebook in search of an emergency contact. None was designated, but that was less surprising than the fact that there were almost no saved numbers in your phone. All of the names in the list had "(work)" beside them. Seeing no other choice, Jungkook tapped on the first contact on the list and held the phone to his ear. It rang four times before someone answered.
"Bitch, where are you? Your shift started two hours ago!" A voice on the other line responded.
Jungkook suppressed a snort. "Hi. I'm calling on behalf of Y/N. You work with her?"
"Uh, yeah? I'm supposed to be working with her right now. Where is she? Who is this?"
"I'm trying to help her. I need to get-"
"Is she okay?" The voice interrupted over the loud music in the background.
"I think she's okay. She must have unexpectedly gone into heat. Do you know how to get in touch with her pack?"
There was nothing but the noise of what must have been a bar on the other end of the line while Jungkook waited for an answer. "Hello?" He asked. He looked up to meet Yoongi's eyes across the porch. They were clearer now, but filled with confusion.
"Sorry, did you say Y/N went into heat?" The voice on the phone asked. They must have gone somewhere quieter, since their voice was much clearer and louder.
"Yeah. She-"
"But Y/N is Sapien," the person stated.
Jungkook's jaw dropped open a fraction. He had incontrovertible proof to the contrary, unless this person wasn't Y/N. It took him a moment to recover. "I'm sorry, do you have a number for her emergency contact?"
Jungkook could hear the person on the other end swallow before speaking. "I'm sorry. You must have the wrong person. I have to go."
The call ended abruptly, leaving Jungkook feeling more confused than ever.
"What happened?" Jimin questioned as the beta stared blankly at the screen.
Jungkook didn't answer, but dove his hand back into your bag, searching for answers.
Before he could find any, the front door was yanked open, revealing the pack's other three alphas, and one very annoyed omega. From the doorway, all Hoseok could see was Jungkook, and all he could smell was your heat-sweet scent coating the beta's body.
"What the hell is going on? And why the fuck do you smell like another omega?" Hobi demanded, hands on his hips. He had made sure to scent both his betas well before they left, even though he knew they would inevitably come home smelling like strangers from the club. That wasn't an excuse for why Jungkook smelled like fresh hot apple pie and sex. For God's sake, they hadn't been gone more than an hour. Jungkook froze in his search with wide eyes.
"It's not what you think, hyung," Jimin defended, turning to look at the rest of his pack, but not moving away from Yoongi.
"Jimin, what are you doing?" Hoseok's eyes examined the way Jimin held Yoongi against the wall with his body.
"Listen, we're just trying to help someone in need. There's nothing suspicious going on." Jimin held out his hands in a placating gesture. Hoseok was possessive, even for an omega, and he was already pouty about the betas wanting to go out earlier. Jimin should have known that he would be extra touchy about the situation, but he would just have to deal with it. "We found an omega in need and we brought her here. That's all."
Hoseok sucked in an annoyed breath, and that's when he caught it. Your warm apple scent had a sour edge that it shouldn't, not in heat, not unless you were feeling stressed. He leaned around Jungkook to look at your limp form resting on the couch. Fuck. "Bring her inside before every alpha in the neighborhood comes prowling around the yard," he huffed in spite of himself. More than one pack member let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding.
Jungkook slung your purse over his shoulder before bending to pick you up again while the others turned to go inside. Hoseok held the door open with a glare while he ushered you in, careful not to bump your head on the doorframe. It was embarrassing, truly, how affected Hoseok could see all the alphas already were by your scent filling the warm house. They bounded off toward the bedroom. If they had them, their tails would be wagging. Pathetic.
"Take her to the spare room," Hoseok instructed. No way was he letting you into his nest. He'd just washed everything today and it would only drive the alphas more crazy anyway. You would be better off in the spare room, which was cozy, and most often used by Jungkook and Yoongi when they came home in the middle of night and either didn't want to disturb the pack or didn't want to be suffocated by them. Taehyung also slept there sometimes when he painted late into the night. It often made Hoseok prickly not to have his two youngest mates in his nest, but he tried not to take it personally, and he made sure the room was well taken care of with items from each member of the pack. He hadn't washed the bedding this week, but Jungkook's scent was calming–Hoseok knew from experience, especially during heat–so you probably wouldn't mind. Not that the other omega cared if you minded, to be frank. You were an interloper and all that mattered to him was getting you out of here as soon as possible with minimal impact on his pack. Hoseok followed Jungkook into the bedroom and then stood in the doorway, arms braced against the frame as he faced his alphas, forming a formidable wall in front of them.
"You all get back to the living room right now," the omega ordered.
A distinctly Yoongi whine rose from the back of the group. He hadn't forgotten your scent or your warmth or the fact that you needed him. Needed alpha to help you. Needed him to—
"Jimin," Hoseok barked through Yoongi's haze. "Get these idiots settled in the living room, and Jungkook and I will take care of things here."
Quiet groans sounded, but Jimin just chuckled as he took Yoongi and Taehyung's wrists and coaxed them away. "Be nice, hyung. It's not their fault the pheromones make them dumb." He pushed Taehyung down into the corner of the couch before pressing Yoongi into his lap. The two didn't hesitate to touch and nuzzle each other, anything to take the edge off the neediness that you aroused in them.
Jin and Namjoon were more difficult to drag away, big dumb alphas that they were. They stood obstinately in front of the door. "Let us in, Hobah," Jin pleaded, not sounding at all like the pack alpha he was. "She needs her alpha."
Hoseok choked on his spit before he held up a hand in front of Jin. "You are not her alpha, Seokjin. And if you don't walk your ass over to the couch this instant you won't be my alpha either."
Jin ducked his head, properly chastised. He didn't know why he said that. He couldn't help it. It just slipped out. He grabbed Namjoon's arm, and the two wisely walked away.
Hoseok closed the door and turned to help Jungkook. As soon as he had set you down on the mattress, you had begun to squirm. Although he had initially been concerned about you having a concussion, he could see now that you were just deep down in the heat headspace, one ruled by instincts that had you seeking out comfort and relief. Your clothes were becoming soaked with sweat and your hair clung to your forehead. Jungkook watched as you flopped over onto your belly and followed your nose around in search of a nice spot on the bed. You found Yoongi's pillow and breathed in deep, followed by a muffled moan. "Alpha."
Jungkook began to feel uncomfortable, a tightness in his chest coiling as he watched you struggle in vain. But it also felt wrong to see. He had never seen a strange omega go into heat before. The only heats he had ever actually participated in were Hobi's, but before that he had only seen relatives in a state as vulnerable as this. Your shirt slid up your torso and you lifted your backside into the air and Jungkook flushed.
"Hyung," he said with quiet urgency.
Hoseok was picking up some discarded items from the floor in an attempt to clean up the room, but he looked up at the youngest's voice. "Can we do anything for her?"
Hoseok bit back another sarcastic comment and sighed. He reminded himself to find some compassion. You were in a dreadful state. He couldn't even imagine how distressing it would be to be around strangers, away from your pack in a heat as strong as you were clearly having.
"She might be more comfortable if she got out of those clothes."
As if in response to his words, you rolled over onto your back once more and began to fumble with the button on your pants. Little puffs of air left your mouth in huffs of frustration.
"Hyung, is she about to take her clothes off?" An edge of panic laced his voice. Hoseok rolled his eyes at the bashful beta. He had to do everything himself.
"You go get a couple of bottles of Gatorade from the kitchen. She'll be needing the electrolytes. I'll try to get her…settled." Jungkook nodded at the orders. "Oh, and take these and drop them in the washer," Hobi added before Jungkook turned to leave and held out the bundle of dirty clothes for him to take.
Jungkook hesitated. "Maybe we should leave them for her. They might help a little."
A pulse of possessiveness tweaked Hoseok's muscles and he gripped the cloth tighter in his hands. What right did you have to his pack's soothing scents? But he pushed it down and nodded, letting the younger man go. He left the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and went to sit beside you. You still hadn't managed to remove any of your clothes yourself. Hoseok knew that some heats could be worse than others, especially when he was younger, or when the pack first started to form with Jin and Namjoon. He could see you were completely out of your senses, so far down into primal lust that you couldn't think straight or string three words together. Every now and then your face shifted in confusion, just for a second while your brain tried and failed to recognize anything familiar or comforting in your surroundings. The pained look finally brought Hoseok around to his empathy, and it kicked in with a surge in anger. He finally realized why Jimin and Jungkook had to bring you here, because truly who could let a helpless thing like you out of their sight? Hoseok reached out his hand to brush the hair away from your blazing skin. You keened into his cool touch, and he laid his palm flesh against your forehead. You relaxed for a moment, ceasing your constant wriggling.
"You are burning up, pup. We should get you out of these terrible clothes so you'll be more comfortable." You didn't respond but began to shift again without making any move to remove your clothing. "Is it okay if I help, little one?"
Again you didn't speak but your face morphed into a dopey expression that was almost a smile. Your glassy eyes seemed to sparkle. Hoseok couldn't even help the small smile that tugged his lips.
"I promise this is all business," he said as he began to unbutton your pants and then slowly tugged them down. When he had finally pulled your jeans off your feet you kicked them cutely in the air. You sat up on your knees, more energetically than you had been since he'd seen you. You reached down and pulled your shirt clumsily over your head, bringing a rush of blood to Hoseok's cheeks.
In spite of the fact that their pack was all male, most of them had been with women, just not Hoseok. He was young when he met Jin, so it wasn't that he wasn't interested or attracted, it just so happened that no women had come into their lives in any important way for Hoseok. And he definitely wasn't prepared for you stripping in front of him. He sat in stunned silence so long that he didn't realize what you had truly wanted was to get out of your bra until he heard you whine and noticed you clawing clumsily at your back, unable to even comprehend the clasp. Before he could move to help you there was a thud against the door.
"Do you need help, Hobi hyung?" Taehyung's voice carried through the wood. He must have been called by your whines too.
"Go back to the couch, Tae," the omega barked and heard a defeated whimper before footsteps moving away. "Let me help you, pup," he said more gently and twisted you around to access the tricky clasps. He wasn't much better than you due to his inexperience, but eventually he got it done. You slipped the offensive article down your arms and turned to him, inching closer as if to climb into his lap, not caring one bit that he was a stranger and you were nearly naked. Hoseok slipped off the bed to stand away from you. He picked up your shirt and held it out to you.
"Maybe you should put this back on now," he offered nervously. He tried desperately not to look down at your swollen, peaked nipples that were just begging for attention. Your apple pie smell turned sweeter, warmer, filling up the room.
Jesus. He wasn't even an alpha and you were still affecting him. He tried to hold the shirt up to cover you from his view and his omega brain came back online. This shirt was rough and had been tight fitting. It was the last thing you would want when your skin was so sensitive.
"I'll…I'll go get you something softer to wear," he said shakily. He dropped your shirt to the floor and looked around for something until his eyes fell on the clothes he had pulled up. He spread them out in front of you. "Here, you can wear any one of these in the meantime. I'll be right back."
To his relief you instantly brought one of the shirts to your nose and inhaled deeply before picking another and doing the same. It made a perfect distraction, and he was able to slip out the door. Outside, he took a deep breath and sighed in relief. Then he opened his eyes to a wide-eyed Jungkook and nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Is she okay?" The younger man asked, holding two different flavors of sports drink in his hands.
"She's okay for now but you do not want to go in there right now."
"I'll just go give her these," he said, holding up the two bottles.
"Leave them outside the door. We need to talk with the pack," Hoseok replied, regaining his composure. The beta did as he was told and followed his hyung to the living room where the others waited on the edge of their seats.
"Jimin, can you tell me what happened and where you found this poor girl?" Hoseok prompted. The four alphas tried hard to focus as Jimin quickly informed them on what had happened.
"Where is her pack? What if those men were her alphas?" Jin wondered aloud and hoped that wasn't true.
"It doesn't seem likely," Jungkook said. "If it was they would have tried to explain but they just ran off and left her."
"It doesn't make any sense. Why would she go out if she was going into heat? They can come on fast, but not that fast. Why wouldn't her alpha keep her at home? They must have smelled her." Hoseok stroked his chin while he spoke, searching for an answer he couldn't fathom.
"She must have been heading into work," Jungkook offered, recalling the bizarre conversation he had with your coworker earlier.
"Isn't that what heat leave is for?" Hoseok asked. Not that he would know. He'd grown up in a fairly traditional pack and never had an outside job a day in his life. He enjoyed staying at home and taking care of his pack. But he knew it was a luxury, and one he was grateful the pack could provide it.
"Heat leave still isn't a right for omegas. Not all employers offer it, nor are they legally obligated to," Jin informed them.
Jungkook nodded. "The woman I spoke to on the phone didn't even seem to know Y/N was an omega."
Taehyung's ears perked up. "Y/N?"
"That's what her driver's license said. Do you know her?"
Taehyung shook his head regretfully. "No. It's just a nice name," he murmured. Jin reached out to ruffle his hair.
"So how do we find her pack?" Namjoon asked.
"She didn't have any non-work numbers in her phone, so I think the next step should be to go to the address on her license and ask there." Jungkook got up to retrieve your ID from where he had shoved it in his pocket. "This address is only a few miles from here."
"I'll drive you," Jin offered, but Yoongi put his hand on the older alpha's shoulder.
"You should stay here with the pack, just in case anything happens. I'll go with Jungkook."
Jin gave him a grateful nod and Hoseok couldn't hide his relief either. Helpless and pathetic as you might be, it wouldn't have felt safe to have a stranger in the house without the pack alpha home.
"Do you want me to come with you guys?" Jimin offered. He didn't know what he would be able to do but he felt invested.
Yoongi cupped his cheek. "You're needed here, in case one of these guys breaks their chain," he grinned before he leaned in to kiss the pretty beta's lips. "We'll be back as soon as we can," he assured Hoseok with a kiss to the worried crease of his forehead.
"You be sure to read that alpha the riot act when you find them," Hoseok said.
"Sure thing, love," Yoongi winked before following Jungkook out the door.
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A/n: thanks for checking out chapter one! Please send me lots of nice comments and questions! They help me figure things out and motivate me to keep writing! Check back for chapter 2, in which m/c is still mostly unconscious 😅
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"Strip Club Dreams: A CEO's Hidden Desires"
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Genre: Romance, Smut
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings: CEO!yoongi, stripper!yn, spanking, BDSM, use of “slut”/“daddy”, finger-fucking, face-fucking, grinding, bj, teasing, nipple-play, worshipping. 
Note: Today is my birthday!🥹 Yayy! So as a little thanks, I wrote this ofc, for me it’s the longest I wrote lol, thanks for the bday wishes and enjoy!
As a CEO, Min Yoongi, has been working his ass off every single day, making sure the company doesn’t lose money or something goes wrong. Today however, it’s his birthday, and he doesn’t plan to celebrate it, but much rather work. His friends on the other hand, want him to leave early for his birthday.
But then, yoongi’s friends storm into his office without permission. Jimin says, "Hey buddy!, maybe you should leave early and celebrate your birthday with uss~?" "Yeah bro, there’s this club nearby and we were thinking that it should be where your little celebration should occur!" Hoseok exclaimed happily. 
"Seriously? A strip club, why do you think I’ll celebrate my birthday today over there? I’m literally working." Yoongi says coldly looking up at them three. "But come on it’ll fun! You should join us, I’ve already invited Jin, Taehyung, and Namjoon already. Come onn, just one night." Jungkook says pleadingly. 
"Fine.. only because you guys are coming, but it’s just one time, you hear?" He says standing up from his office chair. As he quickly shuts his desktop off, making sure everything is neat before he turns off the lights and heads out with his friends by car. 
Yoongi, Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok arrive to the club, and heads to the reserved VIP lounge where the others are waiting. The atmosphere of the strip club is loud, flashing lights, and sensual music filling the air. Drinks are being served and the crowd cheers as a performer starts dancing on stage.
"Alright, let's get this party started," Jimin shouts over the noise, raising his glass. "To Yoongi's birthday!" The others clink their glasses together, except for Yoongi who just nods slightly, not really in the mood for celebrating. He looks around the room, taking in the sights of half-naked dancers and rowdy patrons. This isn't really his scene, but he's trying to make an effort for his friends.
Just then, a dancer approaches their table, her eyes locking onto Yoongi. "Hello, I’m your private dancer for tonight, hmm.. handsome, can I get you anything?" You say leaning near his body seductively. Yoongi blushes a bit looking at your body before he stumbles to respond, "Uh, I guess a cup of beer for now, thanks." You walk away to get his drink. "Hmm, someone's shy tonight," Jin teases, noticing Yoongi's reaction. "What's wrong, Yoongi? Never seen a pretty girl before?" Taehyung chuckles and pats Yoongi's back reassuringly. "Don't mind her, Yoongi. Just relax and have some fun." Jin reassures him.
Yoongi responds feeling flustered and unsure by the environment; "I'm fine, guys, really. Just... not used to this kind of thing, that's all." In less than 5 minutes you return with his drink, you set it down and lean in close again, your hand brushing against Yoongi's arm. "Anything else I can get for you, handsome?" Yoongi's heart races at your touch, but he tries to maintain his composure. "No, thank you."
Jungkook grins mischievously from across the table. "You’re also very sexy by the way! Why don't you show our friend here what you've got?" He blushes even more deeply, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. "Hey, cut it out, Jungkook! I don’t think she would-" You smirk at his response, "Oh don’t underestimate me, I can do that" You exclaim as you walk towards Jungkook’s gazed direction. "How about a performance for all of you?" As you start to undress slowly, revealing more of your curves. The others cheer and whistle, clearly enjoying the show, while yoongi is silent watching this scene occur.  "Hey! Maybe give this birthday boy a little present for him, after all isn’t that the reason we invited him!" Namjoon yells teasing yoongi in the process. 
"Namjoon, s-shut up!" he mutters under his breath, feeling embarrassed and out of place among his friends' raucous behavior. You smirk upon hearing the request and walk towards his body. "Don’t worry birthday boy, I’ll give you a quick lap performance~" You whispered seductively in his ear. Yoongi swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows this is crossing a line, but the alcohol and the provocative atmosphere have gotten to him. When you start straddling his lap, he lets out a soft gasp, hands instinctively gripping your hips. Your hands move to his chest as you grind against him, feeling his hardness through his pants. Yoongi bites his lip, trying to maintain control, but it's getting harder by the second. The others continue cheering and drinking, lost in their own revelry, unaware of the charged moment unfolding between you two. Your lips brush against his ear once more, sending shivers down his spine. "Oh you must be hard.. So, how's the view from down here, birthday boy?" 
Yoongi groans softly, his grip tightening on your hips as he fights the urge to pull you closer. "y/n... this isn't right, but-" he whispers hoarsely, but his words lack conviction. He can feel himself growing harder by the second, straining against his pants. “Y-you're...you're amazing..." he manages to stammer out, his voice barely audible over the thumping music. His hands slide up your sides. "H-how about we take this to a private room? Just the two of us, away from my friends, baby girl?" He says leaning his hot breath in your ear. 
You grin wickedly at his suggestion, knowing exactly what he means. "Mmm, a private show just for you, birthday boy? How could I resist such a tempting offer?" You purr, giving his erection a subtle squeeze through his pants. With a seductive smile, you stand up, offering him a hand to follow. "But there’s always a price."  He looks at you confused. "Follow me to the front desk, we’ll discuss." Yoongi stands up, as his friends cheer him on, and follows you confused to the front desk. "So..? We’re here, now what?"
You smirk at Yoongi as you both approach the front desk, leaning against it. "Well, birthday boy, the private rooms usually come with a hefty fee, especially for VIP treatment like this." You lean in close, your voice low and sultry. "But since it's your special night, I might be willing to make an exception... for a price. Here’s a list of what you can decide from me." As he receives the “menu”. "Oh please, I can pay all this, I’m a CEO who makes a lot of money but I’ll only choose what I want from you~"
Yoongi takes the offered list, his eyes widening as he scans the explicit options. His face flushes red with embarrassment and arousal.
Inside the menu:
1. Blowjob - $300
2. Anal Play - $780
3. BDSM Session - $1200
4. Threesome (with another dancer) - $1500
5. All Access Pass (full night, unlimited services) - $2500
Prices may vary depending preferences and negotiations.
Yoongi scans through the rest of the menu. "Uhm.. I’ll pay for BDSM" Yoongi smirks, "Trust me, I can do that, I’ve seen it before so I already know what to do with you, babygirl."
"I-.. I’ve never done BDSM before.. no one has chosen that, you’re my first." You blush stumbling your words.  With that, you take the payment from Yoongi and lead him to a secluded room in the back, the heavy door clicking shut behind them. Inside, the space is dimly lit with red candles, and various restraints and toys are scattered about. Felix turns to face Yoongi, his expression a mix of excitement and dominance. "Where’s your BDSM kit you guys keep in the club?" He questions as he walks towards your body. 
You giggle playfully at Yoongi's question, reaching behind a curtain to reveal a large, leather-bound case. "Oh, it's right here, silly. Let me show you what we've got." You open the case, revealing an assortment of implements - whips, floggers, paddles, and more exotic items like clamps and spreader bars. "Uhm.. w-what are you gonna choose for tonight?" You say nervously looking down onto the carpeted floor. 
He reaches into the case and pulls out a sleek, black flogger made of supple leather strips. "This should be fun," he purrs, running the tips of the flogger along your arms, making you shiver. "Now, let's get started, shall we?"
"I-I've never done anything like this before," you admit quietly, your voice tinged with a mix of nerves and excitement. "On all fours babygirl, you made me real pissed about you being near my friends.. and the truth is, I wanted you." He says while getting ready to spank you with the flogger. At Yoongi's command, climb up to the bed getting on all fours, presenting your bare bottom to him. "Yes, sir," you murmur, your voice trembling slightly. Just as Yoongi raises the flogger to strike, "Wait!" You plead, your eyes wide with a newfound boldness. "Before you punish me, maybe... maybe kiss me so I can feel better afterwards?"
Your words hang in the air, a challenge and a promise all at once. You wait with bated breath to see how Yoongi will respond to this unexpected twist.  Yoongi pauses, taken aback by your sudden submission. "Alright, baby girl," he says, his voice deepening with a new authority. "Let's try this again. On all fours, hands behind your back. Now. Also, it’s daddy to you, slut."
You present your ass completely to him while your hands are behind your back. "Y-yes daddy.. sorry for presenting myself to your friends than the birthday boy." You whisper, your voice trembling. 
Yoongi steps closer, the soft leather of the flogger brushing against your exposed flesh. He circles around, admiring the sight of you bent over and vulnerable. "That's it, baby girl," he praises, his voice low and husky. "Present yourself nicely for Daddy." With a swift motion, he brings the flogger down across your upturned cheeks, the sharp crack of the leather echoing in the room. You gasp, your body jolting from the impact, but you don’t squirm away.  
"That's for teasing me earlier," Yoongi growls, delivering another strike, this one landing lower on her thighs. "And for making me humiliated in front of my friends, especially namjoon telling you to do a lap performance for me." He continues to spank you in rhythm, the flogger leaving red welts on your creamy skin.
"Ow, ow, Daddy... it hurts..." you whine between gasps, your voice thick with emotion. "But... but I like it too..." Despite the pain, you can feel your pussy growing wet, your clit throbbing in time with the flogger's impacts. Which you’ve never felt so alive, so desired, so thoroughly claimed.
"P-please, Daddy... can I have a kiss after?" You beg, your cheek pressed against the mattress. He's pleased to see you squirming and whimpering, clearly enjoying the discipline despite your protests.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice softer now. "You take your punishment well. And yes, you can have a kiss... but only after."
He sets the flogger aside and kneels behind you, his strong hands gripping your hips as he pulls you up onto your knees. Your faces are inches apart, breathing heavily in sync. "On your knees  Now, and open up for Daddy," Yoongi commands, his lips hovering temptingly close to yours. 
Yoongi's hands move swiftly, getting a pair of handcuffs quickly fastening around your slender wrists. He secures them to a ring on the wall, leaving you kneeling on the floor, helpless and exposed. Your heart races as you look up at him, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through your veins.
"Now, since you asked so nicely for a kiss, I think it's time you showed Daddy some appreciation," he says, his voice dripping with dominance. "Get those pretty lips wrapped around my cock and suck until I tell you to stop."
He steps out of his pants, his thick erection springing free. The head glistens with precum as he strokes himself slowly, his gaze burning into yours. "Don't make me wait, baby girl. Take Daddy's dick deep and show me how much you want that kiss."
"I-I’ve never done a blowjob to someone in a while.. I’m not sure if I can do it, your cock is big for my mouth." you stumble to say nervously, hoping he’ll be gentle with you. Yoongi's expression darkens at your hesitation, his grip tightening on his shaft. "What did I just say, baby girl?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to suck Daddy's cock like a good little slut, whether you can fit it all or not. Now open wide and take it in."
Without waiting for a response, he presses the tip of his cock against your lips, forcing them apart. His thick length slides past your teeth, stretching your mouth wide as he thrusts deeper. You choke on his cock, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you struggles to accommodate him.
"That's it, gag on it, y/n." Yoongi snarls, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
Your throat constricts around his thick cock as he forces it deeper, the head bumping the back of your tongue. Tears stream down your face as you gag and sputter, trying desperately to breathe through your nose. But Yoongi shows no mercy, fucking your face with brutal intensity.
"Mmph, mmph!" are all the sounds you can manage as he pounds into your mouth, saliva and precum mixing together. Your jaw aches and your neck burns, but still he doesn't relent, using you for his pleasure alone.
Yoongi's pace quickens, his hips snapping forward with ruthless abandon as he ravages your throat. He can feel you struggling, hear the desperate muffled noises you make around his cock, but it only turns him on more.
"That's right, take it all, you filthy cumslut," he grunts, his balls slapping against your chin with each thrust. "Daddy's going to fill this pretty mouth up until you're choking on my seed."
His climax builds rapidly, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in him. With a guttural roar, he buries himself onto your mouth and erupts, pumping jet of hot cum directly down your throat. You gag and cough, trying to pull away, but Yoongi holds your head in place, ensuring every drop marks you as his. 
You struggle to swallow, your throat working frantically to keep up with the torrent of cum, but it's like trying to drink from a firehose. "Ggghkk, mmph!" you choke out, your vision blurring at the edges as you teeter on the brink of passing out. But even as your strength fails, Yoongi keeps you pinned, milking every last drop from his spent member before finally withdrawing with a satisfied grunt. You collapse back onto the wall, gasping for air as the cuffs dig into your tender wrists.
He releases your cuffs, letting them clatter to the floor as he reaches down to help you stand. "There you go, baby girl," he says, his tone softer now that the heat of the moment has passed. "Daddy took care of you real good, didn't he?"
He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his thumb gently wiping away a tear track. "Now, about that kiss... Open up for me, sweetheart."
As you part your lips, Yoongi leans in, capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explores the warm depths, tasting the lingering salt of his own release mixed with your sweetness. When he finally breaks away, you’re both panting. "I..I need your cock inside me, my pussy is wet and needs your cock in me." You whine. 
Yoongi smirks, pleased by your eagerness. He selects several toys from the collection - a spreader bar, nipple clamps, and a small vibrator. "Not yet, baby girl. We've got some fun preparations to make first." He removes your bra letting your breasts hang freely, and attaches the clamps to your sensitive nipples, watching you wince as the metal grips tight. "Ah! T-that hurts!" You moan. Then he positions you on the center of the mattress, remove your soaking wet panties before strapping your ankles to the spreader bar so your legs are spread wide and held firm.
"This will ensure you stay nice and open for Daddy," he explains, running his hand along your inner thigh. "Now, let's get this sweet little pussy ready for my cock." He turns on the vibrator, the buzzing noise sending shivers through your body as its tip teases your entrance.
"Oh god, oh god... it feels so weird..." You bite your lip, trying to stifle a moan as the vibrations intensify, the toy gliding over her slick folds. "Please, Daddy, I don't know if I can take much more..." Your words trail off into a whimper as the vibrator nudges deeper, stimulating your G-spot with relentless precision. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction against the unyielding mattress. "Please! C-can I cum? I really need to daddy~!" You moan pleading for release. 
Yoongi chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying your desperation. "Cumming without permission isn't allowed, baby girl. You'll have to earn that privilege." He increases the vibrator's speed, the intense stimulation pushing you closer to the edge. Your juices flow freely, coating the toy and your thighs. "But since you're being such a good slut for Daddy, I might consider letting you orgasm...if you can make it through one more thing for me," he purrs, reaching for a bottle of lube. "Are you ready to take Daddy's fingers in your tight little cunt?"
"Y-yes daddy.. b-but please remove the vibrator from my clit!" You plead whimpering for relief and release. With a smirk, Yoongi removes the vibrator from your throbbing clit, allowing you to finally catch your breath. He sets the toy aside, his attention turning to preparing your pussy for his touch.
"Such a needy little slut, aren't you?" he teases, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. "Don't worry, Daddy will give you exactly what you need." He starts with one finger, slowly circling your entrance before pressing inward. You gasps as he penetrates you, your walls clenching reflexively around the digit. "That's it, y/n.. relax and let Daddy in," he encourages, gradually adding more fingers to stretch you open. Once he's certain you can accommodate him, Yoongi begins to pump his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that special spot inside you. 
"Oh fuck yes! More..!" You moan as you roll your eyes back in pleasure. "C-can I cum now please? I don’t know how much I can hold it!" Yoongi smiles, pleased by your responsiveness. He continues to finger-fuck you with increasing vigor, feeling your slick walls flutter around his digits.
"You're doing so well, baby girl. Just a bit more and you can have your release," he assures her, adding a third finger to deepen the penetration.
As he thrusts, his thumb finds your swollen clit, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive nub. The combination of stimulation proves too much, and your orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave.
"Yes, cum for me! Milk my fingers with that greedy little cunt," Yoongi commands, driving his fingers harder as you shake and tremble beneath him, your juices gushing out to coat his hand. He withdraw his fingers, bringing them to your lips. "Clean up, sweetheart."
You obediently lean forward, licking Yoongi's fingers clean of your essence, savoring the taste of your combined arousal. "Mmm...thank you, Daddy. That felt amazing~" You say with a blissful smile, still catching your breath. "I'm ready for your big cock now. Please fill me up. But can you please remove the nipple clamps they’re hurting them a lot.."
Yoongi chuckles, removing the nipple clamps and tossing them aside. "Aww, poor baby. Daddy didn't mean to hurt you too much." He gives your nipples a gentle squeeze, watching them pucker and harden under his touch. "But these little buds look like they could use some more attention though.” 
"L-like worshipping my tits..?" You ask him a bit confused but aroused by the idea of his big hands around your breasts. Yoongi grins, pleased by your interest. "Exactly, baby girl. Daddy wants to worship these perfect tits of yours."
He cups your breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks as he kneads the soft flesh. "So round and full, just made for sucking and playing with." Leaning down, he takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while his hand continues to massage the other breast. He sucks gently, alternating between the two, leaving them wet and swollen. 
"Ahh yessss...just like that daddy! Suck on my tits! Make them all wet and sore~" You moan loudly, arching your back to push your chest further into his eager mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as you lose yourself in the sensations.
Yoongi hums in approval, his lips and tongue working tirelessly to leave your breasts dripping with saliva and arousal. He releases one nipple with a pop, admiring the pink, puckered bud before moving to lavish attention on the other.
"That's right, let Daddy have his fun from these delicious tits," he murmurs against your skin, nibbling lightly as he suckles. "They're going to be so sensitive and perfect for biting later, when they're nice and engorged."
After thoroughly worshipping your chest, Yoongi sits back, a satisfied grin on his face. "Mmm, now they're even more tempting than before. But we shouldn't keep Daddy's big cock waiting any longer, should we?" He stands, stroking himself as he gazes down at you, his thick length already leaking precum.
"Y-you're right, Daddy needs to put that huge cock inside me," You say with a lustful gaze, spreading your legs wider to show off your prepared hole. "P-please, I want it so bad! Fill me up with your big dick until I can feel it in my throat!" You beg eagerly, desperate to be stretched and claimed by Yoongi's massive member. Your pussy clenches in anticipation, soaking the sheets with your juices as you await his next move.
Yoongi's eyes darken with lust at your desperate pleas, his cock twitching in his grip. "Such an eager little slut, begging for Daddy's cock. You want it so badly, huh?" He steps closer, the head of his erection brushing against your slick entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he sinks into your welcoming heat, groaning at the exquisite sensation of her tightness enveloping him.
"Fuuuck, you feel incredible, baby girl," he growls, his hips rolling as he buries himself to the hilt within you. "So hot and wet, just made for Daddy's cock.." As he sets a deep, punishing pace, Yoongi reaches up to roughly palm your breasts, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. "Look at these perfect tits bouncing with every thrust."
"Fuck yes! Fuck me harder with that big cock, make my tits bounce more!" You moan arching your back and rolling your eyes back in pleasure. 
Yoongi grips your hips tighter, slamming into your with renewed ferocity as he relishes her enthusiasm. "That's it, take Daddy's cock like the dirty slut you are!"  His heavy balls slap against your pussy with each brutal stroke, filling the room with the lewd sounds of their coupling. Yoongi leans down, capturing a pert nipple between his teeth and biting down hard enough to make you cry out.
"Mmmm, I love hearing you scream for me," he rasps, releasing your nipple with a pop and laving the abused peak with his tongue. "Your tits are mine to play with, to mark up however I want." With a particularly forceful thrust, Yoongi grinds his pelvis against your clit, ensuring you feel every inch of his throbbing length stretching you open. "Gonna fill this filthy cunt with my seed, mark you as mine inside and out," he growls, his voice strained with desire.
“Hnnnggghh...too much...can't take it...Yoongi! I’m cumming!" As you scream at the top of your lungs, convulsing around his pistoning cock as you soak both of you by your release.
With a final, savage thrust, he buries himself to the root and erupts, filling you with his hot cum. His cock pulses and twitches, painting your insides with his essence as he rides out his orgasm. "Fuck, yeah...take it all, you naughty little cumslut," Yoongi pants, collapsing onto you as his semen leaks out around his softening member. "Daddy's marked you good now." 
"C-can you remove this spreader bar now..?" You say panting as you ride out your orgasm. Still breathing heavily, Yoongi carefully lifts the spreader bar from beneath your thighs, freeing you from its restraints. "There you go, baby girl. All done."
He settles beside you on the bed and pulling you into his arms. "Rest now, you've earned it after taking Daddy's cock so well," he murmurs, nuzzling your hair affectionately. "We can cuddle and recover together." As you snuggles against him, Yoongi strokes your back soothingly, content in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking.
"Well.." As you sit back up from the bed. "I think we should change and maybe head home, you forget we’re in a private room you paid Mr-rich-ceo-min-yoongi, but anyways.. we should check on your friends too"
"Ah, right. Guess I got a bit carried away with you, didn't I?" He glances over at you with a warm smile. "But I'm glad I did. You were amazing, as always."
Standing up, Yoongi stretches languidly before starting to gather his clothes. "Yeah, let's get cleaned up and head back. I'm sure the others are wondering where we vanished to." He winks at you. "And who knows, maybe we can recreate some of our fun back at my place someday soon."
… 
As you as you both are changed you give him a quick kiss, leaving him blushing as you both intertwine hands and head to the VIP lounge.  Yoongi's eyes widen slightly at the sight of his friends sprawled out across the couches and floor, clearly intoxicated and exhausted. "Looks like the boys had quite the night themselves," he remarks dryly. 
He yells at them, "Guys wake up! We’re going home, and I’m paying the bill this time because y’all are fucking drunk and literally some of you passed out."
By the sudden outburst, Hoseok groans, rubbing his temples while Jimin mumbles something incomprehensible into his cupped hand. Jungkook and Taehyung are already fast asleep, their heads lolling to one side. "Oh, come on Yoongi, don't be such a buzzkill," Jungkook slurs, attempting to prop himself up on his elbows before flopping back down. "We're just enjoying ourselves..."
Namjoon's bloodshot gaze focuses on Yoongi as he struggles to sit upright, his words slurring together. "Yoongi...how was your gift? The pretty girl?" He nods towards you, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "It was great, Namjoon. In fact, I'd say it was the best birthday present I could have asked for," he says sincerely, giving your hand a squeeze.
"But wait! I never asked you guys for a girlfriend! H-how’d did you guys know?!"
Namjoon smirks still drunk, but murmurs, "Even though you’re a cold-hearted CEO, I happened to hear one day about your ‘kinky ideas’ about wanting a girl since you were single for years. So we planned this so you could find her, and we told her about you beforehand and bam, you guys fucked."
Yoongi's jaw drops, his eyes widening in shock as he processes Namjoon's revelation. "What?! You knew about that, You bastards! Damn it, Namjoon, why didn't you tell me you were setting me up?" Turning to you, Yoongi's expression shifts to a mix of surprise and amusement. "You sneaky thing," he teases, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Guess I should thank Namjoon for playing matchmaker, huh? Guess he found out my desires."
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