#compared to like jins where is felt like one min she’s like he’s so annoying and the next she’s like I love him

[orangespottedgiraffe]

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[sombreboy]

Wedding night⇢kth x jjk

⇢18+ ⇢pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ⇢genre: Smut, fluff, mxm ⇢word count: 12.7k ⇢warnings: profanity which is mostly Tae cursing like a sailor, dirtytalk, drinking, dom!kth, sub!jjk, koo sucks tae off in a taxi lmao, slight cockwarming in koo's little throat?, more oral cuz Koo is cockhungry as hell, DADDY KINK, Tae eats Koo's ass like a fuckin champ, light choking ig but its with luv, anal (as always, this is fictional, use lube- koo loves when tae destroys his ass)

A/N: Serves as an ‘after story’ within the Love Maze series AU, however can also be read on it’s own.

“Damn, Tae.” Hoseok whistled, messing with the younger’s formal, silk bow tie whilst Taehyung examined his reflection through the mirror; set out to dismiss his hyung’s side comments, no matter how uplifting.

He was nervous— as he was expected to be. It was Taehyung’s wedding day, and although he’d been dying of excitement days prior, now that he stood in his assigned dressing room; his heart was racing . Of course he was thrilled to be marrying Jungkook--he wouldn’t have proposed to the man if he wasn’t 100% sure. But.. still . It was an important milestone in their life--Taehyung wanted it to be perfect.

“Jungkook’s jaw is going to hit the floor!” Jin’s elated voice joined in from his spot on the couch, where he sipped on a martini; legs crossed as if he was relaxing by the beach, living his best life.

“I can just imagine the look on his face.” Namjoon playfully squeezed Tae’s tense shoulders, grinning at the anxious man through the full-length mirror. Taehyung simply shrugged him off, grimacing as if Joon’s touch stung. “Hyungs.. can you be quiet? I’m trying to think.”

Namjoon stepped away from Tae, hands raised in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I just can’t believe it— that you guys are getting married, that is.”

At that, an awkward smile tugged at Taehyung’s lips. He couldn’t believe it either; it felt like a dream. Tae didn’t regret getting down on one knee at all, he wanted Jungkook for the rest of his life. Some might think they’d been taking it too fast— or are in a hurry to secure their future; but this was what felt right to the both of them. They’d been dating for five years now, making Taehyung twenty-three; a young adult whose life was only beginning— supposedly. But that was the furthest thing from the truth. No matter how cheesy it sounded, Tae’s life began when he met Kook, his husband-to-be. He wanted to be married to the guy, to be able to call him his husband. They’d even started looking into adoption agencies, knowing the process could take up to a year’s time. Fuck what people thought of their decisions, they were theirs to assume the consequences of.

“Shit, I just hope it all goes well..”

“It will, Tae. This day will go down in the book of your lives.” Namjoon reassured.

Jin snickered, hiccuping, “You’re so poetic, Joon. Trust me, this day is going to slap.”

Meanwhile in Jungkook’s dressing room..

“You nervous? Need a cig?” One of Jungkook’s coworkers, Jia, offered; already pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her purse.

“Uhm.. I don’t think that’s a good idea..” Jisoo frowned, eyeing the other woman with uncertainty. “Just take deep breaths if you’re nervous, Jungkookie.”

“Ooor you could just smoke one.”

“For the last time—“

“You girls are so different, oh my fucking god.” Yoongi nonchalantly grumbled, arms crossed over his chest. Jia rolled her eyes, tucking the cigarettes back to where she found them.

“You guys are being annoying,” Jimin sighed, setting aside his beer before waltzing closer to Jungkook, studying the younger’s appearance with a pleased look on his face.

“Tae’s going to love you. You look good!”

''No smoking, I'm literally about to kiss Taehyung in front of everyone.'' Jungkook murmured, eyes hyper fixated on himself in the mirror. Honestly, a cigarette, or ten would be exactly what he needed right about fucking now. He was so nervous, his breathing was shallow-- his hands trembling. He took a good look at himself... He's always looked the same in his own eyes, ever unchanging. But today was different. Jungkook was different. Suddenly, he could see all the changes he's made since high school-- all the changes he'd been through with, and without Taehyung. The ever growing muscles finally at their peak, the suit flattering to his shape from his widened shoulders to his slim waist. His tattoos snaking out of the sleeve to his hands and by his neck. And his always way-too-long hair that he refuses to keep too short only because Taehyung had once said 'I like it long.'.. Now, that must've been years ago, but it stuck with the younger.

"I really look good?" Jungkook glanced at his friends through the mirror.

“Yes!” They all answered in unison— “Decent.”

“Yoongi, shush!” Jisoo playfully pushed the newly-dyed blonde’s shoulder, assuring Jungkook of how handsome he looked.

“Kidding, kid. You look okay.” Yoongi shrugged, successfully dodging Jimin’s incoming slap to his chest.

“Don’t pretend like I didn’t catch you trying to hold back your tears moments before, Min.” Jia smirked, crossing her tattooed arms over her chest; smile widening at the man’s taken-aback reaction.

“Wasn’t crying. You don’t even know me, anyways.” Yoongi huffed, now more hyper aware of his feelings, hence he snapped his head in the opposite direction of his peers.

“Never said you were crying, now did I?”

“Yo, both of you, stop bickering. If you didn’t hate each other so much, I’d think you’re secretly in love with one another.” Jimin didn’t bother looking at the pair, instead focusing his attention on the man of the night— well, one of the men. He was extremely happy for them; they deserved their happy ending after all the shit they went through. And it was a lot..

“You look hot, spicy.” Knowing it’d tickle Kook’s amusement, Jimin giggled whilst he verbally teased him, hoping to ease his mind even for a bit.

“Damn, Yoongi’s crying might rub off on me.”

“I wasn’t crying for fucks sake!”

~

Taehyung was left alone for some time; left to gather his thoughts once the suit was properly fitted, black hair slicked back— a couple strands falling down to his eyes. Still, he felt far from put together.. Reaching for his phone, Tae tapped on Jungkook’s profile, thumbs moving before he could think of the right words to say.

To: Kook Hey ;)) I know it’s bad luck or whatever to see each other before the ceremony, so I settled for texting I’m a little nervous, I’ve had to pee like 10 times now But fuck I’m so eager to make you my husband, bet you look gorgeous as always

Jungkooks scrunched smile and giggle grew, his friends surely knew how to hype him up; even though the nervosity was at its peak. "Thanks guys." He reached for his phone on the table as soon as it chimed, tucking his fringe behind his ear as he tapped the message. It didn't matter how long the men had been together, Tae always put a dumb grin on Kooks face with his interesting mashup of rambles and emojis. He quickly tapped back on the screen, he'd become a pretty good texter these days compared to his younger days.

To: TaeTae I'm also nervous T_T the girls (and Jimin) have been hyping me up for the past twenty minutes...I almost considered smoking a pack but I wanted to taste good lol. x) And I'm pretty sure Yoongi cried! feel so awkward in a suit, but they say I look, and I quote, "spicy" :ooo Can't wait to see you though, I can't imagine how fucking pretty you'll look in a suit.. I'll see you soon ^^ <3

Jungkook cringed, this might be the longest text he's ever sent in his entire life. But it was fun, and hopefully it would help ease the elders' nerves.

"Alright, it's time!" Jimin clapped his hands. "We will head to the audience, you got this Kook!"

Fuck, it was actually happening. They were getting married.

Taehyung comfortably sank back in his spot on the couch, chuckling at Jungkook’s use of emojis; it was fuckin’ cute. His boy was a dork, another reason Tae wanted to marry him.. The younger’s plan unknowingly worked, Taehyung felt more at peace as he typed back his reply; fingers moving quickly as he knew it was almost time to go. Now that he thought about it.. it was a waste, considering Kook probably wouldn’t see it until after the ceremony, but it did calm him down, so Tae said to hell with it.

To: Kook You always taste good tho..love everything you have to offer, you know I’m not picky And fuuuuckkk I bet you’re rocking the suit rn baby, don’t feel awkward

“Tae! Hurry.” Hoseok’s head peeked in from the other side, urging him to wrap it up— whatever had him grinning from ear to ear. Throwing his phone to the side, Taehyung looked at his reflection one last time, messing with Namjoon’s work on his tie. When jogging out of the room, Tae cursed to himself— his speech!  “Shit, never mind.” The elder was so stressed out that he hadn’t noticed the slip of paper was tightly held in his hand; it was nerve-wracking. Taehyung was the one supposed to wait at the altar; after having been decided by a silly game of ‘rock, paper, scissors’. The one thing they took their utmost time deciding on was the name, however.

Jeon. Taehyung wanted to take Jungkook’s surname. Something about wanting a fresh, fresh start. His boyfriend was his everything, and his father was nothing compared to Kook. Tae felt as if change was needed, and what better way than to refer to himself as a Jeon? It drew butterflies in his stomach..

“Fuck— sorry, I’m here now.” The elder harshly whispered to the marriage officiant, nearly tripping over a random cord on the way. Of course. Fuck, his mouth was dry. Taehyung’s chest felt heavy with excitement, squeezing tightly onto the piece of paper that had his vows written inside; just waiting to be heard by Jungkook— and everyone else, but those words were meant for the younger, truly. Shit, Tae just wanted to see him..

~

Jungkook was trembling behind the closed doors, continuously having to be stopped by Jisoo from running his hand through his hair.

"Don't mess your hair up, kookie. We spent hours on taming it!" She chuckled quietly, fixing the tie on his neck. He was a nervous wreck, his anxiety causing his stomach to do somersaults. He wants to throw up.

"I've never been this nervous in my life." Kook bounced on the ball of his foot, taking deep breaths. He was gonna get through this. He wanted this. He just wanted to see Taehyung.

"Shh, it's time. Go get that husband, Kookie!" Jisoo patted his back, grabbing the basket of flowers that she'd share with her daughter, Yuna. She was 5 years old now, and having them as the flower girls was nothing but an obvious choice. The doors slowly opened, music playing and everyone on their seats stood up, turning to look at Jungkook. It was a mix of eyes, all showing their own version of joy, whether it be with tears in their eyes or a large smile. But the only face Jungkook could see was the one staring back at him from the altar.

"Fuck..." Jungkook whispered under his breath, his feet finally moving on their own, eyes tunnel visioned on Taehyung. His heart didn't calm down, instead raced even faster, pounding heavily in his chest. But it wasn't out of nervosity, but of excitement.

“Oh, wow..” Taehyung was whipped— in awe, too. Jungkook mirrored a literal angel sent from above, and the elder couldn’t seem to look away; not for one second. The younger one looked stunning.. “Gorgeous..” Tae’s teeth clamped down on his lower lip, preventing it from trembling due to the emotions that’d taken over his body in the form of shivers. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry..

Taehyung couldn’t believe it, they were only moments away from— “Uncle Tae! I have no more flowers..!” A fit of muffled laughter erupted from the small crowd, causing a flustered Jisoo to attempt to quiet down her daughter, murmuring shh’s.

“But mama I need more flowers!” Taehyung laughed, mouthing to Jisoo that all was well; Yuna was too cute. Tae loved the little girl to pieces. Once she was done throwing her mini tantrum— thanks to Namjoon, who quickly swept Yuna off her little feet; Tae’s big grin gradually died down now that Jungkook’s figure had gotten closer. Instead, he licked over his lips, feeling the warm tears resurface once again.

“Hurry up, I wanna hold your hands..” The needy whisper came out weaker than Taehyung had intended, voice breaking whilst he made grabby-hands towards Jungkook, wanting nothing more than to stand before the love of his life. When both men finally faced one another, the elder had the strong urge to kiss him; but he held back. The time hadn’t come yet..

“Wow.. you look so pretty, baby,” is what he settled for, nervously toying with Kook’s fingers, glassy eyes shrinking the more his smile widened.

Jungkook chewed the inside of his cheek, the only invisible release of his anxious state that he could do at the moment. Taehyung looked fucking otherwordly, it blew his mind that this man... was his. Forever.

''You too.... So handsome.'' He whispered back, doe eyes sparkling from the lights around them, enhanced by the layer of tears glazing over his dark irises.  Don't cry, don't cry, don't fucking-- well, fuck, he's crying. Jungkook was always a crybaby. ''Shit...'' Kook didn't even register the warmth trickling down his cheeks until now, blinking rapidly as he looked at the ceiling to prevent the stinging in his eyes. His tattooed hands immediately intertwined with Taehyung's, squeezing to ensure that this was indeed their reality. And so, they were both reminded of this reality as the officiant's voice echoed in the venue.

"Welcome family, friends and loved ones. We are gathered today to celebrate the union of,'' The officiant paused to look at the younger. ''Jeon Jungkook and,'' And over at the elder. ''Kim Taehyung."

Jungkook's breath hitched, squeezing his husband to be's hands tighter.

"Your marriage will be a lifelong promise to love, respect, trust and honor each other through the good, the bad and the unexpected. This union represents your commitment to support one another as individual beings but share your joys, sorrows, and dreams as one." The speech continued, the officiant rambled about marriage, about love, about everything-- and Jungkook couldn't do anything but silently admire Taehyung, just as the elder did back. Their expression said it all, it always did. Ever since they were younger, the look in their eyes never changed as they found each other's gaze.

''Jeon Jungkook, do you take Kim Taehyung to be your husband?''

Jungkook swallowed tightly, it felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any given moment. The way he fucking loved this man was unheard of.

"I do." His voice was clear, and for that he was thankful-- even if his cheeks were damp with tears.

The officiant turned to look at the elder.

"Kim Taehyung, do you take Jeon Jungkook to be your husband?"

Taehyung didn’t need another second to think it through; he’s had five years to make up his mind—“Fuck, o-of course! I mean, I do.” He squeezed the younger’s trembling hands, twiddling with the delicate piece of metal hugging Kook's ring finger; grinning freely past the layer of tears that washed over his chocolate eyes.

“Forasmuch as Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook have consented together in holy matrimony, and have pledged their love and loyalty to each other, and have declared the same by the joining and the giving of rings, by the power vested in me, and as witnessed by friends and family, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss the groom.” The series of claps and exceptionally loud cheers (drunk Jin) from their friends barely reached Taehyung’s ears. The elder practically threw himself in Jungkook’s arms, tightly wrapping his own around the younger’s neck as Tae kissed the hell out of him, taking his sweet time with his husband. Fuck.. felt disorienting— yet extremely fitting to think that; to be able to refer to Jungkook as his husband.

“I love you so much.” Taehyung’s faint whisper only reached four ears, his and Kook’s. Their friends lingered in the beautifully lit background, cooing; some snapping hundreds of pictures (once again, drunk Jin) of the pair. “And yeah, they were right. You do look spicy..” The elder discreetly raised a brow, having yet to part ways from Jungkook’s warmth. “But tonight, you’ll look even better naked.” The elder’s hands tauntingly slid down to Kook’s waist, where he gripped at his soft edges. Taehyung’s dim smirk diminished into yet another kiss, this time needier..

“Uh, guys? You gonna stop kissing now..?” Hoseok gave them a verbal poke, “We’re still here, you know.”

Jia cheerfully butted in, “Let’s get this party started, I wanna get wasted.”

Jungkook wiped his dry tears off his cheeks when theiy kiss is broken, wide smile mixed with his flustered blush. Tae always managed to sneak in the comments that'd make his insides stir from the mere anticipation of what's to come. Their wedding night. Somehow, that thought made it even more special. And even if they've done practically everything together, Koo was feeling a bit nervous... He wanted it to be even more special. He was thankful for the fact that a bit of liquid courage would surely help with his nerves. Honestly, tipsy sex later on didn't sound that bad...

"Don't say such things yet, or I won't be able to wait until tonight.." Jungkook whispered back, burying his face in Tae's neck momentarily until his blush would subside.

Photos were taken, from Tae popping the champagne bottle for their first drink together as a married couple, arms hooked and cheesy for the cameras, Jungkook cutting their cake and feeding it to Taehyung, with all hyungs in the back cheering like dumbasses, to Yuna smearing cream on Jungkook's nose as he held her. It was the perfect gathering for everyone that loved them, and for the ones they loved. The venue had moved into the party event of the night, Kook's suit jacket came off to only wear the pants and white dress shirt underneath, sleeves rolled up to his biceps, hair slightly messy but still put together. Drinks now in hand, hyungs, friends and the married couple exchanged laughs, memories and embarrassing stories.

''Remember when Taehyungie aaalways would give Jungkookie the marshmallows during breakfast? Ah, so wholesome. And here they are, fucking maaarrried!" Jin laughed, raising his glass for another drink.

''And when they disappeared during that party...'' Yoongi added quietly, his cheeks red from the alcohol. ''Then they came back from upstairs looking all newly fucked.''

Namjoon choked on his drink at the memory, remembering literally finding them naked in the room. But, that was something he'd take to the grave, however giving the couple a look of 'if they only knew.'

Jungkook blushed, tilting his head back to gulp down one of his drinks. ''My favorite is... McDonalds.'' he scrunched his nose at the memory, glancing over at Tae. ''Remember?''

Taehyung sat his half-empty glass of wine down. The slender fingers that once wrapped around its crystal base were now on Jungkook’s thigh, caressing over the smoother fabric of the younger’s dress pants— a different feel compared to Kook’s usual, rugged style. “How could I forget..” Tae chuckled, “That’s the place where you asked me out.”

“I knew it!” Jin’s loud voice startled little Yuna, who was busy stuffing her face with a slice of cake whilst the rest of the adults conversed about different topics that didn’t intrigue her five-year-old mind. Immediately, she hid her face in Namjoon’s chest, small fists clinging onto her father’s suit. “Remember that day in the lunchroom? When both of you were being total assholes and wouldn’t tell us who asked who out? I was right.”

Hoseok’s eyes lit up, as if the memories had just registered in his brain— “I remember! Always thought it was Tae, though.”

Taehyung’s cheeky grin evolved into a laugh, comfortably leaning his body against his husband’s, “Nope. It was him, it was right after the party, too. I remember it clearly— my ass was so sore, and the stars were really pretty.. also, the milkshakes. At that moment, he just.. asked if I wanted to be his boyfriend, so I said yes.”

Jimin’s plushy lips jutted outwards into a soft pout, cooing.

“I didn’t know you back then, but that does sound cute as hell.” Jia looked over at Yoongi, seeing as he was already looking back at her. The sensual tension between those two was pungent, anyone could tell. “This man right here cried fat tears during your vows.” Yoongi’s fond expression shifted into a frown, huffing as he poured himself another drink.

“Not true, Jia. You sure love to over-exaggerate things, don’t you?”

Yoongi definitely cried. Everyone knew.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go... to the bathroom, drank too much..” The last bit was mumbled. With a quick look towards Jia’s direction, Yoongi raised his brows— she got the hint.

“Gonna go check my dress, shit’s too tight.”

And just like that, both disappeared from the table.

Hoseok snickered, “Remind you of some people?” Taehyung smirked, bumping shoulders with Kook.

“They’re definitely hooking up. Yoongi had a tent under those pants.”

“Daddy? What’s ‘hooking up’?” It was Jisoo’s turn to glare at the man at her side, “Jin!”

"That's uhhhh..... oh look Yuna, cake!" Namjoon averted the distraction with sugary sweets, which seemed to work by the way the little child suddenly forgot about any mention of 'hookups', his dimpled smile directed to Jisoo. Jungkook leaned onto Taehyung, his fond eyes travelling across the group. The fact they all managed to still be friends was a blessing. The night went on, everyone getting more intoxicated, Yoongi and Jina still gone-- probably left to continue somewhere else.. and Jisoo and Namjoon ended up leaving because little Yuna had a bedtime to attend. The rest of the group stayed around until late hours, cheering and drinking on to celebrate the newlyweds. But all nights come to an end, everyone standing outside the building to bid their farewell.

"Time for you guys to consummate the marriage huhhhh?" Jin winked, one arm clinging onto Hoseok's shoulder to keep him up straight.

"Itll be like any other night." Hoseok snickered, hissing when Jimin kicked his shin.

"Congrats on the marriage, guys." Jimin cheered, blowing kisses in the air to the sweet couple. "I'm very happy for you guys. Ahh.. I want to marry someday too."

"Maybe Mino will marry you." Jungkook giggled, his cheeks red from the alcohol heating him up, clinging onto Taehyung's arm like a child. He surely was bigger, but in a moment like this he seemed just so small and endearing. "See you guys later."

The couple waited for their cab, as neither were in a condition to drive, anxious to get home to their first night as Mr. And Mr. Jeon.

“Someone’s had a bit too many drinks..” Taehyung drunkenly chuckled, wrapping one arm around Jungkook’s loose shoulders to pull him in closer, out stretching his neck; in the lookout for their expected cab. Once the car finally pulled up, Tae slumped down on the backseat, throwing his head back with a tired groan. It’s been a long, exciting day; almost all of the elder’s energy was spent entertaining their guests. “Fuck, ‘m tired, husband..” Like a kid, Taehyung turned his head to gaze into the younger’s eyes, cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “Dunno if I’m gonna be able to fuck you dumb tonight.” Oh, Tae definitely could. Now that he was in a hazier mindset, messing with Jungkook seemed that much more amusing.. The elder might‘ve been tired; but he never got tired of Kook’s body, and tonight was no exception. “Shit, I was really gonna take my time with you and everything.. I was gonna make love to you, hard.” He forced out a defeated sigh, diverting his attention to the various lights outside.

Jungkook turned to look at Taehyung with his wide doe eyes, hands fiddling in his lap. He pouted. "But Taeeee...." he leaned in closer, hand reaching to tug at his husband's collar for attention. He really turned into such a baby when he drank with Taehyung. And maybe, just maybe it also had to do with the fact that they were horny newlyweds, he's been teased all day. "Tired? noo.. babe, we can wake you up. I'll wake youu uuup!"

“God, you’re so fucking cute..” Taehyung scooted closer to his tipsy husband, Tae’s distant laughter now coming across as raspier than before; the slight vibrations in his broad shoulders brushing against the side of Jungkook’s arm. “You’ll wake me up, huh..” Something else was already aroused awake, and the elder couldn’t bare to keep it a secret from Kook for much longer.. “I have an idea— of how you can wake me up, that is.” Taehyung pressed a small kiss onto the younger’s cheek, alert eyes trained upfront. “Wanna know what it is? Shit, why am I even asking, of course you do..” He pulled away from Jungkook’s ear, drunken-breath clashing against the latter’s clammy skin. “Get a feel, baby.” Tae cautiously led the younger’s hand to his bulge, ragged breath hitching in his throat. He was extra sensitive, and it was hard to not make much noise.. The driver would start to get suspicious. “Ah shit.. move your hand.” With a quick peek upfront, Taehyung undid his zipper, man-spreading for Jungkook. Luckily the back was dark enough, but there was always a chance of them getting caught..

Jungkook's eyes sparkled in the dark, biting down on his lower lip to prevent the needy whimper that threatened to escape his throat. He probably wouldn't admit it so openly, but there was something about the risk of getting caught that turned him on even more than if it would've been a simple wait for them to get home. Taehyung surely knew that though. Kook was his little exhibitionist. And the latter was ever grateful that the elder indulged in his deviant desires. "Can't believe I get to call you my husband." Jungkook whispered, voice more steady this time around. One hand still palming Tae’s bulge over his pants, his other hand snaked underneath the waistband for a direct contact, sighing out a shaky breath at the silky, soft yet hard length that throbbed in his hand. Kook has seen, tasted and touched Taehyung's cock what felt like a million times before, but there was no way he could ever get enough of it. Slowly, he stroked Taehyung's rigid length with lazy movements, relishing in the response he drew out from his husband in the form of twitchy hips, the struggle to remain silent.

“Fuck..” Taehyung’s tongue swiped over his lips, temporarily wetting the dry patches. He harshly tugged at his lower lip with his teeth, and the corner of his mouth twitched once as he held back a deep, thick growl. “My fuckin’ husband; you like this, don’t you? My sneaky baby.. jerking me off in the backseat of a stranger’s car. Dirty little thing.” The elder gently rocked his hips into Kook’s hand, looking down at the way the front of his pants would bulge outwards with every stroke. “So fucking good. You imagining it’s your ass wrapping around me, baby boy? Hm? Fuckin’ bet you wanna jump my bones; you wanna feel this big cock inside of you— fuuck..” Taehyung threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Mmhm... shit, when you talk like that..." Jungkook rubbed his thighs together, uncomfortably adjusting his erection. "Drives me mad. My little ass is throbbing, clenching just thinking about your fat cock filling it up." Koo whispered into the elders ear, squeezing Taes turgid length a little harder, his hand getting more and more slick with every stroke, focusing his attention on the swollen mushroom tip than the rest of it, rubbing his thumb underneath the crease of the head. "I love you. Do you feel a bit more awake now?" He breathed out coyly, nuzzling his nose into Taehyung's neck. For one it could look like an innocent cuddle, little drunk koo just seeking leverage. But the innocence was nowhere to be found in either of the boys.

Taehyung’s nails sank deep into the fabric of his pants, feeling the strong muscles under his thigh shift into a clenched position. The way Jungkook’s thumb kneaded the spot under the reddened tip; accentuating his vigor— it had Tae losing it. Kook knew how much that gesture drove him insane. He also knew that it turned Taehyung on to the max; if the latter wasn’t in such a trance, he would’ve had to punish Jungkook for it. How dare he tease him in a situation like this one?— knowing Tae wouldn’t be able to fuck his brains out.. “Y-yeah.. more awake. Keep rubbing under there..” The elder grew harder in Kook’s hand, the rocking of his hips gaining more momentum. “O-oh.. fuuck.”

“Everything okay back there?”

Shit— shit! As if it could possibly hide the commotion going on inside of his pants, Taehyung’s hand instinctively covered over his bulge; looking like a wide-eyed idiot. He quickly turned to look at Jungkook, silently pleading with him to answer for the both of them. His voice would betray him, Tae was sure of it. Fuck, he just wanted to arrive at their expensive suite already and fuck his husband..

"All good, siiir! Just a little too much to drink!" Jungkook chirped back, keeping his eyes fixed on Taehyung's wide ones. Mischief was evident on Jungkook's expression, he was fucking thriving off of the risky situation, the embarrassment that could possibly dawn upon them. But Kook was confident the chance of actually being caught was more unlikely. "Don't worry so much, you're way too obvious..." Jungkook whispered, although he did enjoy the tension it provided. "I wonder if I could just suck you off right here?" He added lowly, eyes lowering to watch his hand resume it's work, squeezing and rubbing at the swollen head. He licked his lips, nodding to himself as he leaned down, his raven hair barely visible in the dark anyway. "Just gonna take a little nap til we arrive." He cooed out loud, quietly tugging down Tae's pants to release his length from the strain of fabrics. He sighed, the sound coming out as a quiet moan that only the elder could hear before directly taking the tip into his mouth, no teasing-- just as much as he could possibly take down his throat, tongue brushing against the velvety skin. He remains still, his gag reflex well trained throughout their years together, allowing the elder to just feel the wet warmth of Jungkook's fleshy mouth, like a good cock warming prep. Koo knew this would drive him mad, riled up to the max to get what he wanted in their bedroom later on; a desperate, rough, punishing fuck.

“Kook— wha.. a-ah..” Taehyung gasped; he didn’t expect Jungkook to actually go through with it, but now that the younger’s mouth lingered frozen around his heated cock, Tae found that to be even more surprising. Jungkook was really testing him.. “Fuck, babe quit playing and suck my dick..” His fingers wove themselves in through his husband’s long hair, tugging at its roots.  Taehyung stared down at where Kook’s warmth engulfed his most sensitive body part, desperately trying to make out the younger’s swollen lips in the darkness.  Still as cautious as ever, Tae’s eyes continuously flickered between the focused driver and his husband, slightly pushing downwards on Jungkook’s head. “Baby, fuck.. so warm, shit.” Taehyung felt as if he’d be able to stay like this forever.. “You’re taking in all of it like a champ, Jesus..”

As if Jungkook was cock-warming him, Tae threw his head back, eyes closed while he visibly relaxed. It was tempting to fuck the younger’s mouth, but after a long; eventful day, this was what Taehyung needed..

“So newlyweds, huh? How does it feel?”

The elder’s eyes immediately awakened, worried that the man would be able to see Jungkook through the rear view mirror. He pushed down on Kook’s nape, feeling the younger’s drool slither down his naked length. “Oh, uh.. it— it feels great.” Taehyung bit down on his rosy lip, slowly thrusting his hips upwards. Fuck, Kook was going to be the death of him.

Jungkook placed his hand on Tae's thigh, smoothing his hand in slow circles as a way of reassurance that he's fine. But of course, Tae knew the younger could take it all. He took a deep breath through his nose, swallowing tightly around the elders swollen length. The fleshy walls of his throat constricted, the light quiet sound of the younger gasping for more air more prominent. But Kooks hand remained soothing on Tae’s thigh. It was fine. He loved this. And, the fact that Taehyung was having a conversation with the driver only made it so much more entertaining.

"That is amazing. You two make a very handsome couple. I can hear the sighs of women from here when they see the two of you together." The driver chuckled lightly.

The moan scratching at the back of Taehyung’s throat converted itself into an awkward chuckle; his posture stiff as he relished in the comforting touch of Jungkook’s hand. “Y-yeah,” another forced laughter, “He’s very good.. very handsome. Lucky to have him— o-oh shit.”  Tae felt his husband’s throat close in around him, and the elder insisted Kook could make out the saltiness of his precum. Shit, he was practically squeezing it out of him at this point, Jungkook was so fucking tight..

“Everything alright?” Of course the driver heard.

“Yeah— yeah, ‘m good.”

Taehyung’s tongue swiped over his lips, his fingers having yet to part from the younger’s hair. “Wanna feel you even more..” Subtly, Tae’s hips fucked into his mouth, the tip of his cock repeatedly prodding against the back of Jungkook’s throat. “Oh god..” His body’s rhythm was steady, but anything was better than nothing. The elder stared down at him, admiring the way the boy���s plush lips would occasionally graze the skin of his pelvis. Jungkook’s gag reflex had gotten better, and Taehyung was big— it came as an initial surprise for both. Now, they were used to it. While his dick stayed snug inside of Kook's mouth, the driver decided it’d be a good idea to continue asking them questions.

“Any plans for the future?”

“Uh, buy a house, raise a baby— things like that.” Normally Tae wouldn’t have answered so quickly, but he was desperate for the man to stop asking them questions..

“That’s amazing. Babies are a handful, I have two of them myself, so I wish you guys the best of luck!”

“T-thanks. We’ll need it.”

“How does your husband feel about that? Excited to raise a kid?”

“Yeah, babe. How do you feel about raising a baby with me?” If Jungkook could tease him, so could he. “Come on, wake up from your nap honey. It’s rude..”

Jungkook clawed at Taehyung's thigh for having the guts to force the younger to interrupt what he'd started. He really didn't want to separate his throat from Tae's cock. However, he did, slowly feeling the rigid length brush against his fleshy mouth as he pulled back to sit up straight, combing his fingers through his hair with one hand and wiping his teary eyes with the other. "Yeah,'' His voice came out hoarse. He padded his eyes with the back of his hand, instead acting as if he's so touched by the very thought of children. "Yeah I am very excited, can't wait to raise a child with him." Kook glanced over at the elder as he said so, he genuinely meant every word that rolled off his tongue. However, right now, there was a hint of his mischievous annoyance present. He wanted to tease more. Instead, he opted for simply... Not going back down, leaning back in his seat as he placed his hands in his lap, covering the throbbing bulge he's rocking of his own. Fuck, this car ride felt like it was taking forever...

"How sweet.'' The driver chirped as he finally pulled over by their street.

"Well, here we are. It was a pleasure talking to the two of you, I wish you the best of luck with your future. And congratulations on the marriage."

After seconds of just.. waiting for Jungkook to dive back down, Taehyung passed as an actual idiot. He expectantly stared at his husband, dick stiff as a pole— but without anyone to take proper care of it. When it became obvious that Kook wasn’t planning on continuing, Taehyung scoffed, tucking himself back in with a sour expression. This man..

Once the sight of the massive hotel came into view, Tae was eager to get out of there. He rummaged in his back pocket for his wallet before paying the driver, thanking him for the thoughtful wishes regarding their marriage. However, part of him felt guilty that the man remained clueless about what took place in the backseats, so Taehyung gave him a big tip. It didn’t completely get rid of his gnawing guilt, but it definitely helped..

“Thanks. Drive safe.” The elder waved at the man, an innocent smile on display until the car disappeared from their sight.

At that moment, Taehyung grasped onto Jungkook’s bicep, bringing him closer. “What the fuck was that?” He growled into the younger’s ear, “You didn’t even suck me off, that’s low, babe.” His bigger hand snuck down to Kook’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “You teased me a lot back there, I don’t wanna hear a word from you when I do the same. Now come on, let’s get checked in, then we’ll see if I’m still up for it..”

Being manhandled in this manner had Jungkook speechless, the one and only sound he dared to allow slipping past his suck-swollen lips was a breathy whimper. Now, it was no secret that the younger was physically the one at an advantage if he wanted to be-- but the thing is, he crumbled so easily with every word hissing through Taehyung's teeth. Jungkook nodded, keeping his gaze low on the ground as his lips curled up in a small smile, legs trembling with excitement. This little game, it was the perfect thrill. Would he get teased until he physically couldn't take it anymore? Would he be left tied up on the bed for hours upon hours? Or would the elder simlpy be too impatient and just fuck him into a dumb drooling mess?

Not knowing what to anticipate drove the younger mad.

Once they made it to the door of their premium suite, he patiently waited next to his husband who had the keycard to the door, eyes occasionally daring to look at how Tae practically oozed with frustration-- like a cloud of power that followed him all the way from the car. Kook licked his lips at the sight, a soft shaky breath all that left him as he shifted his weight on his feet, keeping his head low still. He wanted to feel small.

Taehyung turned on the doorknob, stepping into the neat space that’d soon turn into a mess. The elder was annoyed, and Jungkook knew how he got whenever something was on his mind, especially something like this.. “What are you doing still standing there? Get in.” No trace of fondness remained put in Taehyung’s naturally lower voice. Tonight, he’d put Jungkook through the merciless teasing that the younger showed him in the car; and Tae was going to enjoy every minute of it. After closing the door behind them, the elder loosened his bowtie, throwing it to the corner where his suit jacket laid. He turned around to face Jungkook, forcing the latter to stare into his eyes by redirecting his chin upwards.

He really looked too cute..

“Why are you so shy? You look so innocent..” Taehyung clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, withdrawing his hand from Kook’s chin. “But you’re far from innocent, and I think you know why.”

With a bratty smile, Tae made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his top. “Why should I fuck you, hm? You’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass.” He made zero efforts to meet Jungkook’s eyes, playing uninterested.

Jungkook's doe eyes widened as he stepped closer to the elder until he stood in front of him, knees almost touching. He tried to meet Tae's eyes, but they kept avoiding him like the plague. And that alone ignited the needy fires within the younger-- he craved the attention even more when he was deprived of it. "Please, Taehyung." Jungkook's voice was low, a just audible enough whine. He dropped to his knees in front of Tae, still desperately attempting to feel his husband's gaze on him. "I'll be good, so good for you." He added, his hands already unbuttoning his own shirt after loosening his tie; eager to free himself from the restraints of the fabrics. Eager to feel Taehyung's clammy skin against his own at some point. Kook threw his shirt to the side, leaving his tie loose around his neck purposefully. He leaned in, placing his tattooed hands on Taehyung's thighs daringly as his sparkly gaze seeked attention. "I'll do anything to make up for it." He licked his lips as he said so, genuine in every sense of his words. "Mr. Jeon." He quirked a brow, liking how his name sounded when addressed to the elder, giving him a new level of authority that had Kook's cock throb beneath his dress pants.

Mr. Jeon..

Taehyung’s fingers tightly curled around Jungkook’s loose tie, roughly pulling the younger’s body upwards, unbothered to be the one who put in the effort to make their gazes clash. In this moment, Jungkook was his little doll; Tae got to handle him as he pleased. “Anything?” Their noses were practically touching whilst the elder’s hot breath fanned Kook’s flustered face, his eyes dead-set on the younger’s relaxed lips. “Call me that again.” Taehyung not only wanted to hear, but he wanted to see. The elder’s stare fell heavy on Jungkook’s lips, anticipating seeing the way they moved as Kook referred to him by such a commanding name. “Fuck.. say it.”

Jungkook licked his plushy lips deliberately slow before he inhaled deeply. "Mr. Jeon... Please, use me." He said with a low voice, his dark eyes still seeking for any attention. But knowing he wouldn't get it until the elder chose to, he settled for observing every little reaction he was able to draw out of him. He knew Taehyung didn't go unaffected, whether he acted like it or not. "Jeon Taehyung." He repeated the full name, this time it came out more like a strained sigh due to the tightness of the tie around his neck, eyes fluttering shut when he felt Tae's hand tug at the fabric controlling his airways.

Fuck, Taehyung couldn’t take it any longer; he had to have Jungkook. It was annoying— how the younger more often than not got away with whatever the hell he wanted, simply because of Taehyung’s undying hunger for the man.. But, who said the teasing had to end there? Surely not the elder. It was more fun that way.. Tae’s bigger hand unlatched itself from Jungkook’s tie, instead snaking around to the latter’s nape, sinking his fingers into the rigid skin before forcing their lips together. The kiss was anything but gentle, instead it reflected off of how Taehyung was feeling at the moment; needy, controlling— rough. “You’re gonna regret messing with me..” The elder mumbled in between their breathless kisses, the grip on Jungkook’s nape now more prominent, and so was the bulge in his tight pants. “You’re gonna listen to Mr. Jeon’s every word, got it?” Taehyung’s thumb caressed over the smooth skin of Kook’s cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from it. “Now undress me, but undo my zipper with your teeth. Hold eye contact throughout all of it, can you do that, puppy?” Not waiting for a clear answer, Tae comfortably leaned back on his arms, waiting for Jungkook to get started.

A spark of excitement swirled in Jungkook's dark gaze, eager to please and serve his husband. It was so fucking hot to see him this way, a nonchalant expression oozing of power, leaned back to showcase just exactly Jungkook was yet to unwrap for himself to see. Kook was confident, thrilled; and impatient. The mix had his hands trembling as he firstly finished the job of unbuttoning every single button on Tae's dress shirt, letting it freely fall to his sides to expose the firm yet soft torso that the younger had seen and admired countless times; yet every single time it felt new. "Yes, sir." Jungkook dragged his upper teeth across his lower lip as he lowered himself back on his knees between Taehyung's legs, eyes never wavering from his husbands. He clicked the initial button of the elders pants open before inching down to clasp the zipper between his bunny like teeth. Kook still stared up at the other male, desperate for any praise at all; and it showed in his eyes. And he was ready to work for it, there was no challenge the younger male wouldn't attempt to conquer. With every tooth of the zipper unraveling, the sound triggered his cock to pulse beneath his still intact pants. He both relished and cursed the slow pace of this, he craved to feel full, yet the journey there was just as exciting. When finished, he kept his teeth clamped on the little metal piece on the zipper, not daring to let go until ordered to do so.

“Have I ever told you how fuckin’ pretty you look when you’re obedient?” Taehyung purposely stayed back to watch Jungkook’s patient expression, knowing he could tell the younger to let go of his zipper whenever he wanted. “Now’s when you decide to be good, huh.. shit, so gorgeous..” The elder leaned forward, a shit-eating smirk tugging at his slightly swollen lips. “Let go.” Right as Kook was beginning to pull away, Taehyung’s palm pressed flat against his throat, gripping at Jungkook’s neck with his slender fingers. Although his grip was too strong to wriggle out of, Tae made sure it didn’t hurt Kook.. badly. “If you were so confident in the car, how ‘bout you prove to me just how deep you can go, hm?” Taehyung’s thumb pressed down harder at the receptive spot on the side of Jungkook’s neck, loving the way his husband seemed taken-aback by his actions. “Suck my cock, no games this time.” Growing impatient, the elder let go of his hold around Jungkook’s skin, expecting him to follow through; just like he always would.

"Yes." Jungkook gasped his word out the moment Taehyung withdrew from his throat, his throbbing erection aching so badly it almost hurt. He wanted to please so badly, he was thriving as he would remain feeling inferior throughout. He placed his hands firmly on Taehyung's thighs, using only his mouth to pick up the tip into his mouth, leaning forward to take the entirety of his husband's rigid cock down his throat, tongue brushing against the soft skin as he did so. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he wasted no time in hollowing his cheeks, sucking with an evident hunger as he began to slowly bob his head up and down. Every time his plush lips pressed against the elders pelvis, he'd feel his throat fight the girth in the form of constrictions, his eyes beginning to gather a layer of tears. He looked up at Taehyung as he withdrew, keeping the tip in his mouth as he swirled his wide tongue around it, only for him to move back down until the bulbous head prodded the back of his throat. Jungkook resumed his ministrations for as long as Taehyung would desire, the wet, loud sounds of the younger sucking with greed striking in the quiet room.

The muscles underneath Taehyung’s throat bobbed with every gulp he took, jaw slack as he watched Jungkook get to work; in a trance from the way his husband’s tongue circled around his head. Ever since they were younger, Kook always knew how to please him during a blowjob. The younger knew what he was doing, and it benefited them both. Those times they’d sneak out of the classroom only for Jungkook to get down on his knees— that feeling of infinite bliss and exhilaration never left. And now here they were, married, yet acting like the horny teenage boys they once were when they properly met... That’s how Taehyung felt with Jungkook; young.

“Shit.. you’re gonna fucking make me burst..” The elder threw his head back, the raspiness of his moans now accompanying the lewd sounds in the room. “You love my cock so much.. fuuck yeah, that’s it, good boy.” Taehyung relished in the warmth a bit longer, cheeks flushed with color. He could endure it a little more..

Jungkook pressed his thighs together at the sounds he managed to draw out of his husband, his muffled moans still caught in his throat. He took it upon himself to ease the pulsating ache between his legs by reaching down with one hand, unbuttoning his tight pants to seek some relief. Never once did he waver the rhythm he'd built up, skillfully sucking and licking Taehyung's turgid length as if he was worshipping the man himself. Kook snaked his hand beneath his own waistband, palming himself through his underwear to find even the slightest of friction, his teary eyes forcing a tear down his cheek to join the mess of drool and precum on his lips and chin.

Similar to a favorite movie of his, Taehyung found the sight below him so foreseeable yet so enticing. No matter how many times the elder’s seen Jungkook’s drool glisten down his skin, each time felt like the first. Kook was working so hard for him, maybe it was about time he did the same.. “Shit.. that’s enough.” With his hands on the younger’s shoulders, Taehyung withdrew his cock from Jungkook’s mouth, instantly missing the warmth it once provided. He gazed down at the thick layer of drool on his dick, and then back at Kook’s face— he looked beautiful like this, with rosy cheeks and watery eyes.. But Tae knew something else had to be done. “Strip for me, wanna see all of you..”

Jungkook gasps for air, not bothering to wipe his glistening chin at all as he gets up on his feet. His cheeks are flushed when he sees his own erection aching beneath the fabrics of his pants. His already exposed torso clammy from working hard on Tae's cock, messy hair and the loose tie gives him a sure look of a good, submissive boy. Now all that's missing is to show off just how badly he needs Taehyung. "Am I doing well?" Jungkook asks, fishing for more praise. His tattooed, long fingers curl around his pants as he pulls them down along with his underwear, allowing the fabrics to pool at his feet before stepping out of them. Now fully in the nude (except for the little cute tie around his neck), he takes a step to stand right in front of his husband, hands limp on his sides as he awaits what's next, cock twitching in anticipation.

“You’re doing amazing, baby..” Taehyung’s hooded eyes skimmed down Kook’s exposed, awkward stance; inhaling every inch of the younger’s skin as if it was smoke to his lungs. Jungkook was drop dead gorgeous— even in such a vulnerable state, he managed to make the elder’s breath hitch. Taehyung was sure that feeling would never, ever go away.. He never wanted it to. It kept things exhilarating between the two; it gave Taehyung a rush like never before. “You look so fucking cute with your tie.” A low chuckle emitted from deep down the elder’s chest whilst his feet moved on his own, breaking the small distance between their bodies. One of his hands landed on the side of Jungkook’s waist, and his pointer finger hooked itself underneath the flimsy fabric around Kook’s neck, drawing him in closer. Their cocks gently grazed over one another, the small contact having Taehyung bite down on his lower lip— his husband’s lower lip, anything to be more than close. “You turn quiet real quick, don’t you?” The elder breathed out against Jungkook’s neck, running the tip of his nose along the responsive skin. “Hope you’re less shy when I pound into you, wanna hear you.” In that instant, Taehyung harshly drove the younger’s back against the wall, caging his relatively larger build in between his own. No matter how much stronger Jungkook was; or how tough he appeared in people’s eyes, Tae knew the younger man would always be his baby boy.

Those doe eyes made Taehyung want to corrupt him again and again.

“So fuckin’ pretty, goddamn.” The elder’s mouth latched on to his husband’s sweet spot, sucking on the soft skin as if it was the last thing he’d do. Both of his bigger hands held Jungkook’s wrists above his head, stopping him from wriggling too much. “Gonna give you so many hickeys, want everyone to know what we came here to do.. and that’s fucking mark my territory.”

"Ah~ yes, I'm yours...." Jungkook's rosy lips parted in a needy whimper, muscles in his arms and torso flexing as he lightly tugged against the restraints that were Taehyung's hands-- however not hard enough to actually set himself free. He could.. but he did.not.want.to.. He was thriving to be Taehyung's good boy. His regular day to day life always consisted of being the big guy, the strong guy. The one in charge. And ever since they were teenagers, the elder was the only person who could reduce him into a whiny, needy boy that just wanted to be manhandled, praised, and properly and utterly fucked. Jungkook's breathy moans were growing heavy, eyes screwing shut as he deliberately focused on the way Tae's lips sucked on his skin-- and trying his best to ignore the borderline painful ache between his legs. He could practically feel the precum drool from the swollen head of his tip. But it was so much easier said than done, and the younger's well repeated words throughout the years slipped past his lips in a quiet whine. "More, please.."

Taehyung’s lips attached themselves to parts of the untainted skin of Kook’s neck, down to his collarbones and shoulders, where he stamped a bundle of kisses— ranging from big to small— along every shuddering dip and arch. “Such a good boy for me, I love you.” With one last look into Jungkook’s eyes, Tae spun the younger around on his feet, hands grabbing at his small waist. “Just wanna devour you whole..” The elder’s breath clashed against the other’s nape, feeling the delicate hairs of Jungkook’s skin brush against his nose in a feather-like touch. Everything Kook had to offer was intoxicating.. Taehyung nuzzled his face in the crook of his husband’s collarbone, one of his hands snaking around to where Jungkook’s aroused cock bobbed. His long fingers didn’t wait to wrap themselves around the thick girth, accumulating the precum at the tip, and smothering it down to the rest of his length.

“Don’t cum yet, alright~?” The elder pressed himself harder onto Kook’s ass, pushing the latter’s chest against the wall. His rock-hard dick stayed snug in between his husband’s cheeks, taunting him with painfully slow thrusts. “Fuck..” Taehyung flicked his wrist a couple of times, then proceeded to carefully stroke Jungkook’s wet cock— from the base to the tip. “Your moans are so fucking pretty, I wanna hear them all the time.”

"Oh, fuck... Tae.." Jungkook pressed his cheek against the wall, heavy huffs and moans slipping past his lips. His cock twitched happily in the elder's hand, finally receiving the attention he so badly craved. But it quickly turned out to be not enough. Not enough at all. "You're so good to me-- god.." kooks voice tore into a higher pitched moan when the elders cock pressed against his plump ass, arching his back to seek more, to silently beg for his husband to fuck him already. But he knew better than that, Tae wouldn't give in so easily; even if they both knew and desired just that. "You drive me crazy, I love you so mu-uch!" He tensed his leg muscles, desperately trying to hold back how fast his orgasm wanted to creep up on him, whining louder with every stroke provided by the other male. Kook imagined their first time in that dirty locker room, this position way too familiar-- yet so different. Tae back then compared to now was a completely different man; and yet parts remained exactly the same. Just like Taehyung, Jungkook felt younger with his husband, like they're still a pair of horny teenagers. Now, they're just older; and much better at what they're doing. "Please... baby, I need more." Kook glanced over his shoulder, his dark doe eyes pleading to the elder like a puppy. "Stretch my tight ass for you... I want your fat cock in me.."

Koo paused for a moment, grinding his hips back against Tae's cock-- "Daddy..."

“You know me too well, baby..” Taehyung growled into Jungkook’s ear, grunts muffled against the side of Kook’s neck as his hips gained momentum; feeling the delicate skin of his cock glide between Jungkook’s ass, continuously rubbing against his husband’s clenched entrance. “Oh fuck, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” His hand’s dragging motion faltered, “Well, he always does, doesn’t he?” Taehyung’s teeth tugged at the back of Kook’s tie, forcefully ungluing the younger’s tinted cheek from the wall, choking him in the slightest. With the piece of fabric securely clamped down in his mouth, Tae tauntingly tilted his head to the side, wearing a sly smile upon properly making out Jungkook’s shift in blissful expressions. He looked too fucking good.. The elder’s hooded glance was casted downwards, admiring how the tip of his cock would pop out with every upward drag, standing tall in between Kook’s cheeks. “Hngh..” Taehyung tugged harder with his teeth, nails sinking deep into the flesh of Jungkook’s hips.

"Y-yeah, always-- ahn...." Jungkook shamelessly rolls his hips against his husband's cock, legs quaking to keep himself up, hands firmly pressed against the wall to keep some kind of leverage as he gasps from the pressure against his neck as he's tugged back. "Please, now-- need more..haah..." He breathes out in a choked whisper, licking his lips until they shine as if they were glazed with gloss. His fingers curled against the wall, not caring that it'd cause marks if he kept going. Nothing else mattered, only the boys-- reckless and messy, just like they've always been. Now that Jungkook was deprived of the friction of Taehyung's hand on his cock, all he could think about was to feel his clenching hole being stretched and filled to the brim, his agile hips continuously grinding back deliciously against the elder, showing him what he's missing out on. "Just shove it in me, I'm dying without it." He pleaded once more, screwing his eyes shut as he prayed for the tease to soon be over with-- he swore he'd combust at any moment if he couldn't have it.

Taehyung’s rigid mouth let go of Jungkook’s tie, letting the damp fabric resume to its spot on the younger’s nape. Now that he was able to, Tae trailed open-mouthed kisses along Kook’s flexed shoulder blades, the fluttering of his eyelashes grazing the man’s soft skin. “Just a little longer, babe. You’re a big boy, you can handle it.” However, Taehyung himself didn’t know just how much longer he could take it either.. He was good at teasing, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to rearrange Jungkook’s guts right then and there. The elder kept it up for a few extra seconds, continuing to grind against his husband’s ass; his dick sandwiched in between each rosy cheek. But those seconds felt like hours, and that’s when Tae called it  off. “Not gonna shove it in you now, at least wait until we’re on the bed, will ya?” His chuckle caused his shoulders to vibrate, and his cock to twitch. “It’s our first time as husbands, let’s be a little classier~”

With one last squeeze to Jungkook’s ass, Tae led them both to the spacious bed, too high on the moment to part their hungry kisses. His hand securely clasped the back of his husband’s neck, deepening their kiss until the back of their shins met the wooden edge of the bed. Taehyung lightly pushed on Kook’s chest, urging him to lay on his back whilst he discarded his dress shirt that the younger had previously unbuttoned, lower lip clasped in between his teeth. Kicking off the pants and boxers pooling at his ankles, Tae proudly showed off his naked physique before situating himself above Jungkook, towering over the younger man. “So gorgeous.. so pretty.. so fuckable.” Despite their difference in size, Taehyung was used to manhandling Koo in the bedroom, so it came naturally. The elder liked to joke that carrying his buff husband around was the reason he’d been gaining extra muscle recently.. “Gonna stretch you out first, but with my tongue.. spread those legs wide for daddy, he wants a taste of you.”

Jungkook's cheeks flushed in pink at the praise and commands hurled his way, nodding as he did as told. Shuffling up further on the bed with his husband on top, he reached behind his knees to spread his legs wide for Taehyung, exposing everything he had to physically offer like a good boy. He just looked so small like this, it was pitiful yet endearing. "With your tongue...?" Kook meekly replied, leaning his head back comfortably against the soft duvet, the blush on his face spreading fast across his features. He felt a bit embarrassed, but... He wanted it. Taehyung was skilled in many aspects, and using his tongue was definitely one of them. "Taste me, please daddy...."

“Gladly, baby.” Taehyung could pinpoint Jungkook’s obvious embarrassment from a mile away, the redness in his cheeks drawing all the more attention to his body’s natural reaction. The elder could relate, but he also knew that at the end, Koo’s initial uneasiness would soon turn into pure lust; Taehyung knew how it went— all too well, in fact. “You look so pretty all spread out for me, yeah you do.. fuuck.” Tae pressed his hands against the backside of Jungkook’s muscular thighs, leaning downwards to meet his feast in the eyes. “So pink ‘n untouched.. but not for long.” The elder’s wet tongue lapped over his husband’s clenched entrance once, giving each of them a small sample of what was to come. “So sweet, too..” Tae’s chaste kisses were sensual around the rim, his fingernails digging deep into Kook’s flesh whilst he steadied himself on his knees.

A drawn out moan passed through Jungkook's parted lips, pressing his head back against the bed. His hands withdrew from his thighs to allow the elder to take over the grip of his legs, his own hands vulnerably laying above his head. His hips jerked lightly at the sensation, his tight entrance twitching from the welcoming warmth teasing around it. "Mmh, yeah.. Feels good.." Koo announced his pleasure in small, breathy whines, indulging in the way his husband is taking care of him, worshiping his body like it was his last meal in this life. Jungkook glanced down at Taehyung, and the sight had his cock throbbing. The elders dark fringe dangled over his eyes, strong arms holding Kook's legs up, the lower part of his face hiding to please and tease with one of Jungkook's most sensitive parts. "Fuck, you're so hot.." Koo was already losing any sense of embarrassment, all he could feel was the overwhelming lust drowning him-- tunnel visioned on his husband, and his husband only.

“Fuck, I know,” Tae outwardly agreed like the cocky bastard he was, allowing his mouth to linger close to the milky skin of Jungkook’s thighs, ghosting over the smooth flesh with his plush lips. “Gonna finger you first, I know how much you love that.” The elder’s tongue slightly peeked out of the corner of his lips, switching his utmost attention to Koo’s hole; and as if an indescribable pull had taken over his senses, Taehyung’s middle finger sank in without a warning. The man was still leaning down, too focused on the way Jungkook swallowed his slender digit to look away. Soon enough, Tae added in another finger.. and another; and like a small child in a candy store, he was amazed by how much his husband could endure. His eyes were shining with anticipation, mouth watering from the simple sight.. The scissoring motions inside of Kook came to a halt, and as soon as he pulled out his dripping digits, Taehyung’s lean tongue snuck its way past the gaping opening. It was a new feeling.. he’d eaten out plenty of girls before in his High School days, but having his tongue deep inside of Koo felt new— not necessarily a bad kind of new. Shit, he was so warm and.. pleasant. Taehyung’s eyes were fluttered shut, relishing in the way he flicked his tongue in the compact space, scolding himself for not doing this sooner.

"Yeah, yea- oh god..." Jungkook's moans from the familiar fingers broke into a gasp at the new sensation of Taehyung's warm, wet, firm tongue smoothing his insides, his thighs trembling in Tae's hands. "Holy shit..." Koo almost chuckles in disbelief at the fact they hadn't done this the other way sooner, placing his hand over his face to wipe his clammy skin, cheeks flushed red. "I see why you like this so much now, wow..." Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair, slightly dry from the residue of the product, taking deep breaths as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to truly focus on the wet muscle exploring his most intimate parts. "Feels so good.."

The constant shower of praise and moans of approval amped up Taehyung’s slowly diminishing confidence. He didn’t know if he was doing any good— until Koo decided to open his mouth. He gripped tighter onto his husband’s inner thighs, knuckles turning white from his secure handle. The elder’s skilled tongue lapped at every reachable inch of Jungkook’s insides, humming in pure delight at the new taste he’s grown fond of. It didn’t take long, once and Taehyung was hooked.. “Oh wow, you taste so fucking good,” Tae murmured under his heavy breath once he’d pulled away for a quick second, gathering extra spit in his mouth before aiming at Kook’s swollen hole. He placed kitten licks on the entrance, lips slightly puckered as he roughly fucked his tongue in and out of Jungkook, one hand sneaking up to toy with the younger’s warm balls.

Jungkook's hands instinctively reached for Taehyung, combing his fingers through his dark curls as his moans had gradually grown breathier and louder. "Uh huh-- shit, you're so good at that.." Jungkook mindlessly spits his verbal reassurance of the pleasure he's put through, his words coming out as high pitched whines. Kooks hips squirm for more, greedy and needy in every sense of the word. He was an absolute puddle for his husband, always have been, always will be. "I love you, I fucking love you... please, need your cock so bad, noooow..."

The elder withdrew his mouth from Jungkook’s ass, warm spit glistening around his blood-fueled lips and the tip of his nose, making Taehyung look all the more fucked as he gazed down at Kook; making a show out of the way he slipped his tongue back in his mouth, moaning deeply whilst he savored the rest of his husband. Didn’t taste overly sweet, and that Taehyung liked.. “Wanna eat you out everyday now..” Koo’s pink entrance was slick from Tae’s previous work, the rim spread wide enough for him to poke the head of his cock through— “Shit..” Taehyung’s tip was immersed in between Jungkook’s flesh, and soon enough was the rest of his long, thick length. The younger always takes him in so well.. The first time 18-year-old Tae slipped inside of Kook might’ve been a lot to take in, but they’ve both gotten used to each other’s bodies throughout the years they’ve been together.

“Fuck, you good?” Taehyung’s veiny hand guided his dick to a more comfortable position, his long fringe falling down to his eyes. “I love you so fucking much, Koo, fuck.” The elder threw his husband’s legs over his broad shoulders, resting his muscular arms beside Jungkook’s head before beginning to grind into his man, starting at a slow pace. It was their honeymoon.. it had to be somewhat romantic. “I can’t believe you’re my husband— hngh..” Tae grunted out loud, “I-I can’t wait to have a family with you, yeah.. fuck, wanna grow old with you ‘n do everything t-together— so tight..”

"Mhm, yes." Jungkook nodded, his calloused fingers grasping around Taehyung's lower arms tightly, blunt nails digging into the skin for his own sake, he needed to claw at something to release the overwhelming warmth that spread throughout his body. "So good, I love you-- shit, I love being your husband." Koo's eyebrows were tightly knit together as he stared up at Tae with his doe eyes, his blurry vision glazed over with every single emotion he could possess at a moment like this.

Lust, love, relief.

He was just as whipped for the man on top of him as he'd always been, for years already-- and he had no doubt that this was his forever after.

Jungkook bit back a raspy moan when Tae's cock finally started to tease at his prostate, eyes fluttering in bliss, struggling to keep his gaze focused any longer, simply drowning in how amazing it felt to feel his husband's hips grind into him with the utmost affection. It was fantastic, but knowing the younger man-- slow only pleased him for so long... "A-ah, your cock is so big... I love it, fuck, more... Please, Mr. Jeon.." He purred, deliberately clenching his warm flesh around the elder's turgid length, the hint of mischief sparkling in the younger's eyes.

Tae burrowed his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck, their bodies’ shine mingling with one another whilst Taehyung sweetly kissed the pale skin, tasting the slight saltiness of his husband’s sweat on his lips. He licked over them, allowing them to hang open as grunts and groans made themselves known in the room. The elder wasn’t shy when it came to the noises he made in the bedroom; he wanted to let Koo know just how good he was making him feel.. His husband held a tight grip on his cock, causing it to twitch in anticipation as Tae gradually thrusted deeper into him. “Love it when you call me that— hmph..!” His balls smacked harder against the younger’s ass, squelching sounds taking over the invisible bubble they’ve made for themselves. “Fuck..” It came out as a hoarse whisper, and one of Taehyung’s hands snuck between their bodies to grasp onto Jungkook’s cock, giving the stiff skin a few delicious strokes. “So good..”

"Aa-aah*..!" Jungkook snapped his head from one side to the other, pressing his flushed cheek against the bed. His body trembled like a leaf at the added sensation, a drawn out moan in relief, finally touched where it ached the most. He felt like he'd been a really good boy then and there to finally earn this as a reward. "I f-feel good? fuck--" His voice was strained and wobbly, every thrust choking his words. "Tell me, tell me please... How good I make you feel."

Koo knew already, the sounds his husband was making gave him no doubt about the pleasure his body brought upon the elder. But Jungkook loved to verbally hear it. Almost like back when Taehyung had gone overseas, and all they had were FaceTime. Even though they could easily look at each other through their screens-- the verbal aspect of it was Kook's favorite. And it stuck with him since, hearing that deep voice his husband possessed tell him the most filthy of things, and the highest of praise; it turned Jungkook on.

Taehyung’s head tilted upwards, the fringe no longer as smooth. Instead the dark hairs stuck together by a thin layer of sweat on his creased forehead, giving him little access to truly look into Jungkook’s doe eyes whilst he grumbled out his next words; “Your insides are always so fucking tight, no matter how many times I push my cock in you— hngh.. it never fails to drive me crazy..” The elder snapped faster into Koo, having yet to withdraw his hand from Jungkook’s dick whilst he thrusted into him at an animalistic pace, feeling the head of his cock prod at his husband’s abused prostate. “You’re so warm, too.. the warmest I’ve felt in a really long fuckin’ time. Fuck.. so soft. You make me feel so good.” Still jerking Koo off, Tae’s mouth wrapped around one of the boy’s nipples, swirling his wet tongue around the bud before lightly nibbling on it. He quickly flicked the awakened nip with his tongue, humming into the skin.

"Fuck yes, oh my good, Taehyung..." Jungkook's whiny moans turned into sobs, his abs flexing as they tightened in rapture, the pool of heat quickly ramping up in his lower abdomen. The continous prodding of his sensitive prostate drove him mad. "I'm gonna c-cum, I'm clo-ose, ahhn..." His eyes were filled with desperation, sparkling with the layer of tears and admiration swirling within them. He was completely transfixed on his husband, absolutely whipped for the attention his body is given in so many various ways at the moment. Taehyung's cock, his mouth, his hand. It was overwhelming as hell. Jungkook could easily feel his own cock drool with precum, his thick length swelling to full hardness as if it was about to explode at any moment. All he needed was just-- one. small. push.

Taehyung’s release was also knocking at his door, begging to be spread across Jungkook’s fleshy insides as every thrust of his cock dragged Tae’s energy down bit by bit. “G-gonna cum inside, so close..” Eager to make Koo break down along with him, Taehyung’s grip on his husband’s dick tightened, feeling the stickiness of the younger’s precum cover his fidgeting fingers; easing the slide of his sore hand. “I love you, I love you— a-ahh.. fuuck I-I’m cumming so much.” Spurts of warm white shot into Jungkook, dribbling out of the latter’s entrance as it was too much to hold in despite his cock staying still in its place.

“Wow.. so, does this officially make us husbands now?” The elder’s voice was raspy as he teased, breath hitching once he pulled out of Jungkook to lay on his back, chest heaving whilst he blankly stared at the ceiling. It felt different, yet not different at all.

Jungkook's clammy chest heaved up and down and placed one hand on top of his skin, mindlessly rubbing at his peck as he chuckled. The aftermath of his own orgasm still pulsated in his softening length, the pool of his release warm on his lower stomach. "Yeah, it does." Kook's voice was just as hoarse. He turned his face towards his husband with a small, toothy grin on his face. They were both exhausted, definitely sobered up, and.. sticky, to say the least. But, content nonetheless. Jungkook couldn't have imagined a better way to spend their first wedding night together.

"Hey." His voice lowered, eyes heavy on the elder as he scuffed closer, pressing a soft kiss on Tae's arm.

"I love you. Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Mr. Jeon."

© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate. Co-writer is my lovely @velvetwicebang​ <3

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My Romance Kdrama Rankings and rec.:

*warning: possibly a lot of spoilers but tbh mostly just a redone synopsis of the shows*

Also a bit lengthy as hell

#12. Melting Me Softly

This show didn’t do that well as much as it was expected to, considering it even had Ji Chang-Wook as the male lead and the adorable Choi Bo-min who was introduced and quite possibly helped quick start the recognition for his kpop group Golden Child. I’ll admit I expected more of this and I don’t hold anything against the script writer who I heard did Strong Woman, but I kept in mind that the whole premise itself was also very complex to work with. Besides the fact it had two very cute and good looking male leads to draw me in, what really did it was the said premise. This is coming from a girl who is in love with Fallout 4 where the playable character was cryogenically frozen and then thawed out two centuries later, that shit slaps with me for some reason and I was excited to see it play out in this.

The romance is okay I guess, still “aww” worthy and has an intense kiss scene that’ll go down in Ji Chang-Wook’s kissing portfolio no doubt, as well as a hot kiss with his former and now aged flame that is only dreamt of. What drives the romance is the male lead with his puppy dog eyes and loving gaze, only a few have COMPLETELY mastered this in the kdrama buisness. Choi Bo-min was a complete adorable cutie who seemed to have fallen in love for the first time and I couldn’t help but fall in love with him (we’re also the same age but that’s besides the point and I’m completely in love with Rocky from Astro so like, I gotta keep this professional).

Time and time again I have issues with female leads in dramas and feel like the men pick up the slack when it comes to acting, this was one of those times. She was funny and quirky but seemed very out of focus on serval aspects. I think her most redeeming trait besides being made for the media and entertainment business in the show was her completely devotion to her brother.

#11. Suits

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, Park Hyungsik is my favorite korean actor hands down.

I’ve seen bits of the American version, the original version, and it didn’t interest me in the slightest. I took a chance on this because I saw this cutie wearing a suit and converse and maybe that’s my kink, who knows, but I was fucking HERE for it. Now I’m a huge slave to romance and the shows, romcoms, that shit. I need to ship, I need to see the love, possibly write a fanfic of it, save gifs of the couple being cute or someone pining. But this show didn’t focus on the love story brewing on the side, it focused on its original intent and purpose which was Park Hyungsik and Jang Don-Gun’s partnership as mentor and mentee, the practice of law, and Park Hyungsik’s storyline as someone who got mixed up in the wrong crowd and fauxed having the license to practice law. The love story you get is the reason it’s on this list and why it’s ranked lower, but all in all this was a good show and one of the few exceptions to a non romance focused show.

#10. Suspicious Partner

The only reason this doesn’t have a pic is because I can only use ten and I gotta figure which would need one and which wouldn’t.

To start off, this show is fucking hilarious with the cast dynamic. It was like what, 40 episodes? I didn’t realize I needed a prolonged show until this came along. At times, it seemed like the main plot was dragging and I was reminded of why I prefer typical kdrama fashion of a one season within 12-32 episode limit, but it made up for it.

Yes, yes, Ji Chang-Wook, the god of kissing, stars in this. My first introduction to him was actually Melting Me Softly and because of how he did in acting with what he could, the emotions he portrayed, I sought out another show of his pre-military duty. God, he fucking serves in glasses and a suit. His character’s jealousy regarding Nam Ji Hyun (his romantic interest) and Choi Tae Joon (Ex best friend, slow burn, exes to friends to platonic lovers that’s one sided while the other can’t stand him, 35k words) instilled the notion that he is fucking funny as hell when needed and such a mood. You want to see the (not even romantic rival bc Choi and Nam are best friends) spraying with a water hose on your lead’s rival? Want to see a hot guy like Ji Chang-Wook panic and try shoving him out of the house when the girl catches them working out? It’s gold.

The feud with the moms -granted they didn’t realize the knew they were the mom’s of the leads-, the slow burn of enemies to friends with the girls, the redemption of a broken friendship, the crackhead and large old baby played by Lee Deok Hwa and the poor father figure who is tired of everyone’s shit portrayed by Jang Hyeok-jin. It’s everything you need for at least a week. It’s possibly a great starter show to ease one into the fact that most dramas don’t hold to that many episodes.

The romance is great, the fucking pining on Ji Chang-Wook’s side is great, the kissing scenes are fucking one for the history books, and you’re guaranteed to be giggling to yourself in several scenes.

Oh and there’s like, a serial killer but yeah, romance!

#9. What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim?

The reason why it’s not so high on my list despite being popular is quite possibly some of the side cast.

While Park Seo Joon and Park Min Young severed as a fucking power couple and their tandem dynamic was strong as hell, there were characters who made the show’s story seen to drag out despite it being 16 episodes (see what I mean by usual number??). For one, we learn that a brown haired Lee Tae Hwan is not gonna make for a silent crush in this show. No, brown haired Lee Tae Hwan just gets on your nerves and despite it being purely because his character is mentally blocked in this twisted memory, he forces the main character into staying isolated within his own pain and nightmares from what really occurred when they were children. He lies to his family, keeps it hidden from those who are close to him and love him, suffers alone. It’s what keeps him away from chasing after Secretary Kim besides his egotistical personality -which I never thought could be so great but it is. The main character’s brother in his endless pursuit to chase at Secretary Kim himself starts to gnaw on your chill as you watch him subconsciously force this notions that they’re tethered to one another, deserve each other, etc. While you can’t entirely fault him for how he is given the psychological trauma he endured, you can get annoyed with him very easily for the other accounts and purposes.

The side story of the roof top guy with the one suit -I’m sorry, he’s great in 2PM but I can’t stand him in about every drama he’s in- and the seemly rookie girl become more of an obstacle when you just want to watch the main focus. The driver of the main character is hilarious but his romantic interest is over the top at times. Sometimes it just takes away from the show.

#8. Hotel Del Luna

Ah, I wish I could’ve put a pic.

To kick this off, can we like get a spin off with Kim Soo Hyun? Thanks.

FINALLY, A FUCKING FEMALE LEAD I STAN COMPLETELY AND WOULD WATCH EVEN WITHOUT YEO JIN GOO THERE FOR A ROMANTIC INTEREST.

This bitch, IU, fucking slays in her role as a hotel owner for the dead before the leave for the after life. Everything she does is iconic -yes, the fucking cocking of the rifle, the child like smile seeing diamonds, blessing the poor boy with the ability to see the dead then let him get chased per her own amusement before business. I really would’ve watched the show even if there was no romance. Whether it’s modern times or her orignal lifetime before being condemned to a life of immortality hell and aimlessly running a hotel, she makes for a strong lead. Her reasons for wanted to avoid love seemed so valid compared to other female leads who completely brush guys off. She doesn’t want love, and yet she doesn’t want anyone else touching Chan Sung (Yeo Jin Goo) because she’s not dumb enough to let go of something that makes her feel alive. While her character is legitimately described as cold and greedy, her intentions for holding onto him reveal an insecure part of her that’s been tucked away for centuries. His dedication to the hotel and her, to helping the ghosts move on and such, it’s great and makes for a binge full night.

It’s only ranked lower because the ending sadden me when I realized it was him picturing how they would meet one another again. And because they teased us with Kim Soo Hyun, like that’s cruel.

#7. Guardian: The Lonely and Great God (aka Goblin)

Tbh, this show would be lower if it weren’t for the Reaper and Sunny, as well as Deok Hwa.

I’ll probably get a lot of hate for this, but I couldn’t stand Kim Go Eun in this. I’ve watched her in Cheese in the Trap and thought she was good and stuff, but this I found myself growing annoyed and glaring at the television while my mom preached upon her behalf. The goblin was funny, his dynamic and weird polar friendship with the Reaper is quite possibly what really made the show, but I failed to see the spark between them until the time skip. Then, THEN, I could tolerate her a bit better.

Maybe it’s because she was protraying someone around my age in high school, but she went from this independent and driving girl to someone who became too needy and clingy. She acted like a little girl in front of a crush when she could’ve handled it more marturely with the said maturity she showed before meeting him. Granted, I know she had a very difficult home life after her mom died and she saw ghosts everywhere, and her living with the Reaper and Goblin was like this warm family she felt safe in, but I just couldn’t. Her endless pursuing of the Goblin got on my nerves and she would get upset, but then again did she ever act like an adult and do the most natural thing? Aka sit down and discuss the whole situation.

“If you’re comfortable, can you tell me why you think I’m your bride?/Why is there a sword in you?/What happens if I pull it out?/ What do you want me to do?/etc”

No, instead it was a constant “I’m the goblin’s bride”, “I’m your bride”, there was this bratty entitlement laying underneath the cutest exterior that was so apparent for someone my age, and I got pissed when she admitted to have seeing the sword the first time around. Like this man has been in total agony for fucking forever and you strung him along hoping for the possibility that you may be the key to him finally getting the ending he thinks he’ll get. It was selfish, she didn’t even know him but insisted on seeing how to be his bride. She should’ve stepped back and thought the situation out carefully. It wasn’t until that blessed time skip that I started to like her better. She wasn’t a kid then and became mature like she needed to be. There’s the need to flaw a character, but her’s was always biting at me.

Oh yeah, Sunny and the Reaper are the true couple in this story and their love that’s star crossed in two lives really hits you. There was more chemistry than the main couple, there was confusion in flirtatious banter, there was stupidity for first time romance against a tired experience woman, there was the hidden history that they both remembered after the time skip. The angst, the pure acceptance, the guilt and remorse. They made the fucking show alongside the Goblin and Reaper’s bromance and Deok Hwa’s “I just want a credit card and to be irresponsible but these two dumb fucks keep almost revealing their true selves to the world and I’m fucking done with these children”, on top of God taking his body as a vessel and becoming 10x cooler with that hairstyle while drinking with Fate (such a badass who loves her children I can’t, I stan the side character too).

#6. My ID is Gangnam Beauty

Oh my god, my introduction to Astro. Cha Eun Woo (aka Lee Dongmin). My god, if it weren’t for my mom, sister and I officially ruling Cha Eun Woo as god tier in terms of looks and making him this untouchable bias we can’t have, I would have never let this adorably hot as hell dancer and rapper distract me. Really, I kept wanting to be distracted by Rocky but I felt like I couldn’t miss the visual god in the front. Blessed I finally was able to divert my attention to the one I wanted to watch so very much and became my bias wrecker. Mom loves Moonbin like he’s her own son and we’re not her children, sister loves MJ’s psychotic idiocy.

ANYWAYS, the female lead, Kang Mi Rae, was stiff as hell when watching it a second time around and at times, knowing their age gap can be bothersome, but it was a cute slow burn of her and Cha Eun Woo’s character, Do Kyung Suk (sounds badass too, doesn’t it). While he appeared stiff as well, probably could’ve played a robot if he wanted to, I felt like he did well portraying his character who grew up in a dysfunctional house where their political father’s position took presidence over family. He was taught it was unmanly you cry, he never smiled (idk how Cha Eun Woo did it, this cutie never stops smiling or laughing), he never spoke up, etc. He appears socially handicapped until Mi Rae appears back in his life and he slowly let’s go of this anger as the story progresses. She learns she doesn’t have to be so self conscious about her plastic surgery or who she used to be because he loves both.

The villian of this story was well thought out (only kdrama where my dad actively participates in the discussions because he hated her so much and says her name with such spite while bragging he knows at least one Astro member so that’s his “idfk what a bias is but I’ll go with the Gangnam kid”). She brought the tension and there was the window to pity her and realize something was most definitely wrong in a tragic way. She sought after Kyung Suk like a prized trophy when he didn’t express interest, stepped inbetween blooming relationships, set boys off a progressive course away from her, and turned one kid psychotic. That was just with her obsession to have the boys fawn after her; completely disregarding her endless efforts to knock Mi Rae down a peg or two in meticulously planned schemes. She was incredibly smart and cunning, it can’t be denied and she drove them closer together in spite of her tries to wedge between them.

Really, this made me wish that the Webtoon True Beauty that’s supposed to get a drama adaption will cast him as the main male lead Suho. It’s almost similar but Suho seems more dimensional and expressive and I feel like he would truly shine there.

Stan Astro.

#5. Extra-Ordinary You

Ah, this one hurts me. @macaknight, just watch it.

This is a young love one and one of the few that’s not absolute cringe worthy. Set in high school where yea, there’s drama and it’s in Asia so there’s that weird “all mighty and supreme group that conquers the school” called the A3, a girl (Kim Hye Yoon) with a heart condition learns she’s a character in a manga -doesn’t realize she’s not the main one tho and that’s hilarious alone. She finds a focus with this unnamed student who stays in the background and shadows (portrayed by SF9’s Rowoon). The girl, Eun Dan Oh, is someone to worship and cherish, especially since she’s so young and very promising. I thoroughly enjoyed her character and how her efforts to derail the natural progression of the story with the catalyst of student number 13, later on Haru. There’s so many fucking twist and turns, characters to let your heartbreak for as you wish to adopt them and protect them from the world, it all hurts so much but in a masochistic against yourself kind of way you can’t let go of.

Those who are aware they’re in a comic book, they all struggle to break their “character’s” roles and expectations. The second male lead of both the drama and the drama’s manga is sick and tired of playing the violin and being this unrequited love interest that’ll lose in the end, forever the friend. Dan Oh is livid she’s expected to die from her heart disease and is forced to endlessly pine for her childhood fiancé Baek Kyung who is a complete asshole to her while in character. Number 13/Haru is tired of being an unnamed background character who continuously suffers and gets toyed with by the author. Dried Squid Fairy lunch maker is sick of how he must remember shit that’s kept a secret as he tries in vain to keep the story on track to avoid repeated mistakes and consequential devastating punishments to those who don’t follow the storyline. Yeo Ju Da (the main character of the manga) wants to experience the love story she wants without the drama. Baek Kyung want to prove himself and that he genuinely cares for Dan Oh but is forced to be an asshole because that’s how he’s written.

It’s a fucking mess and it’s fucking fantastic. The friendship of A3 (Lee Do Hwa the vionlist, Oh Namju and Baek Kyung), Lee Do Hwa and Dan Oh’s powerful best friendship after being self aware and confiding in each other (honestly I want a drama with just two of them, they’re so cute and funny together), the A3 that happened outside for those self aware between Dan Oh, Number 13/Haru, and Do Hwa where they all genuinely care for one another, Dan Oh’s acceptance that her manga best friend is a bitch but nice to her and the male lackey of their group is funny, etc.

I didn’t think another self aware comic book character show could happen without ripping off W-Two Worlds, but it did. They did it.

#4. Angel’s Last Mission: Love

That song that goes “It’s alright, it’s alright” in a sad melodic way? Yeah, they play it when it’s not alright.

This show has heartbreak galore, even in the first episode for numerous reasons. They don’t want you to be alright for the most part and yet our sadistic selves can’t help but suffer through it. L’s portrayal of being an angel is such a gift, I didn’t know I needed it. I was dead set on living my life until I saw this and felt myself crumble to bits.

You want sacrifice? You got it. Tears of cute boy and a girl who can’t catch a break? Check. Plot twists? Lmao, it’s a kdrama. Yea. Angst and hurt? Fuck yep.

While you’re at it, listen to the song too so you can suffer some more.

#3. Descendants of the Sun

THIS WOULD BE AT THE TOP IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE FACT I AM COMPLETELY IN LOVE WITH THE FIRST ONE AND THESE TWO GOT DIVORCED IN REAL LIFE. I still wish the best for them and their child. I still hurt but love them.

So much fucking chemistry and angst, so much hurt and wounds (it’s legit a show with a military background and characters), so much cool fight scenes and surgeries. Their soundtrack slaps, the backstory of characters really set the tone to their current stories, shit overlaps somehow, the female rivalry is hilarious, the cat and dog friendship of the male leads warms my heart. They have such iconic stills and scenes.

The main leads connected so fucking well they got married in real life (we don’t talk about the end result, I’m still crying but I get it.) This kdrama is probably one of the staples to korean dramas in general.

Another female lead I really liked as well as the second, I just struggled at times with Song’s character at times because of the pain she put them both through.

#2. W-Two Worlds

This is my go to for recommending korean dramas to someone for the first time -I got an ex hooked on it that he cried several times throughout it/life 1/4 of the varsity boy’s soccer team has seen this because of me.

This is the comic self awareness show that I didn’t think could be redone, but kudos to you Extraordinary You, you created an orignal that breaks my heart.

This show hurts so much as well, I don’t watch them if they don’t hurt in one way or another.

Lee Jong Suk stars as the main character (Kang Chul) who is also the main character of his own comic book he stars in. The issue is that he’s self aware and that there’s something wrong with his world and life. His webtoon/manga creator is trying to kill him because having his creation alive is driving him to insanity and was the only comfort when he pushed his family away for his career and alcoholism. The creator’s daughter is alerted that her father went missing while cooped up in his room while drawing Kang Chul’s death and end to the manga without a resolution to his storyline (Think of a korean Batman without the suit and brooding personality). Plot twist that’s in the synopsis, she gets pulled in by Kang Chul inside the comic and can come and go if it pertains to him because he controls it without realizing.

You have a main character who is written as this playboy orphan and sole survivor of his mass family’s murder that questions his existence and purpose BEYOND how we do. He meets this girl who speaks almost cryptically to him without realizing and knows more about him than needed or given, and now he’s experiencing oddities besides the notion of love that he can’t understand because it’s not how he is written and the glitches in his world.

This show is twisted in a psychological sense that messes with a comic character who is now alive and real, fucks up the mentality of the creator, puts the daughter in an immense amount of stress when she was just trying to be a fucking surgeon, yes, black haired Lee Tae Hwan is crush worthy in this unlike brown haired Lee Tae Hwan in Secretary Kim. (It’s the hair, you change the hair on a character and everything is different).

The exploration of what love is that works alongside the devoting dark plot of the culprit murderer really drives this show as well as the couple’s endless efforts to save/protect one another in any means necessary, even if they both suffer from it.

These two truly can’t live without one another and it shows with all they do for each other. There’s nothing they wouldn’t risk to keep one another in their arms.

And Lee Jong Suk delivers his share of being one of the King of Korean Drama Kisses as well, gif saving worthy and iconic ones as well.

#1. Strong Woman Do Bong-Soon

Park Hyungsik. Park Hyungsik. Park Hyungsik. Park Hyungsik.

Need I say more?

We stan Park Hyungsik’s character, Ahn Minhyuk, in this blog. We basically stan Do Bong Soon as well for how happy she makes him.

This is possibly totally bias but this is one of my two white noise korean drama shows that I continuously find myself rewatching time and time again. And that’s saying something since I only have one white noise show that’s in English. Three shows total.

People had issues with the script and what the actors had to say, but for the most part I thought the love story and the rival one was pretty well written, then again I kept watching different translations on different sites. So I wasn’t bothered at all. People also didn’t like the side characters and stories regarding the sketchy well dressed gang she hospitalizes in the first episode that stuck around until the last but I felt it was important to have them to prove how having Bong Soon in their lives can change a person and how she has this affect on people overall.

My god, the love story. Bong Soon has this massive crush on police officer and high school friend she was sweet on, Guk Doo, who doesn’t seem to acknowledge her feelings and is all about protecting the law and stuff (I can respect, I’m a LEO kid). He isn’t aware of her abilities of being incredibly strong and nearly indestructible. Nah, instead, CEO of AIN Software, Ahn Minhyuk, accidentally finds out and is like super chill but excited and curious about it and her??

He hires her as his bodyguard in the mist of receiving threats regarding his family company and they find an odd balance with each other while Minhyuk falls in love with her so hard, he literally tries to protect HER from danger. He’s so wonderfully extra that it’s no wonder Park Hyungsik and Park Seo Joon are best friends in real life, they both have the ability to play someone so over the top in a cute and funny way that you appreciate it about them. A cutie with a button nose and weird ears decked out in monochrome color scheme and dark sunglasses, whistling as he rides a hoverboard around? Die for 100%. Someone who gets crazy jealous and presents it in a healthily humorous way by dramatically posing to securitygates of his company that open automatically for him? Stan. Wants Bong Soon’s attention while she’s in a room away from him so her opera sings her name loudly and dramatically? Worship.

While it’s hard to watch the slow progression on her end yet the obvious budding of it, it’s understandable since she’s been in love with Guk Doo ever since high school and has assumably never had a boyfriend in hopes that he would reciprocate her feelings. So the second time watching it and stepping back to analyze, I could forgive her.

All the while, Minhyuk making Heart Eyes ™️ at Bong Soon for literally everything she does makes you feel. The way he holds her and treats her like she’s this precious porcelain doll that could break it handled the wrong way speaks volumes considering he knows of her Herculean strength. He openly loves her when he comes to realize what she means to him -which is a lot sooner than you’d think but welcomed-, and looks at no one else but her. The love story probably would’ve also happened faster if everyone didn’t think Minhyuk was gay (that’s a solid fact, I’m not joking), only those close to her and see how he acts/looks at her realize “lmao, he ain’t gay Hunni”. Minhyuk is this cute hottie that girls wish were straight (it’s fucking hilarious) who acts like a complete lovesick dork with Bong Soon. He freaks and spazzes out when she calls him a nickname or acts cheeky with dropping honorifics, speaks aloud to himself of his thoughts regarding her, literally can’t contain himself when she acts cute to get on his good side and distract his anger.

Oh and there’s like this serial kidnapper too so there’s badass scenes of the two working together, power couple def.

Their soundtrack slaps too and you somehow end up vibing with it. The song You’re My Garden on it, I learned to sing it because it’s one of my top favs.

They’re just the cutest with their hamster and puppy dog relationship. It’s my go to show and I won’t stop watching this. It’s so obvious how Park Hyungsik grew to fall in love Park Bo Young (that’s a legitimate fact) when filming and their bts cuts are too cute, I wish they were dating in real life.

(Also, we have another King of kiss scenes -to those who watched this drama already, you know the scene, iconic 🔥🎼)

[intro-myg]

heart & seoul | prologue

✿o1: [Prologue] Field of Dreams.

✿pairing: yoongi/reader

✿au: soulmate!au – soulmates share memories through dreams, but are unable to see each other’s faces.

✿word count: 1329

✿an: i’m rewriting this joint because i wasn’t satisfied with how the other version was going. there’s something more satisfying about actually typing up a chapter in a word processing program lol.

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To my soulmate,

Who I cross fields of dreams to share a single moment with.

How is it possible to miss someone you’ve never met before?

I’m not entirely sure, but I do know that I miss you.

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Dreams.

An infinite collection of all the should-bes, would-bes, will-bes, and what-ifs imaginable. Each possibility is like stardust, faintly speckled across the cosmos of your mind. Is there a possibility that there is a link between dreams and reality? A window for one to take just a glimpse of their deepest desires, fears, victories, and defeats? Can your dreams truly lead you to your own destiny, whether it be a what, when, where, or a who?

Everyone knew about the possibility of seeing one’s own soulmate in their dreams. Whether or not it were true, was still debated upon. Some people swore up and down that it was real, and most sane people just wrote it off as an old maid’s tale, a notion equally as preposterous as the sun revolving around the earth.

Min Yoongi wasn’t entirely sure that these weren’t old maid’s tales.

Just as seven o’clock arrived in Seoul, Yoongi’s back hit the soft mattress back at his apartment after another sleepless night. In one of Seoul’s premier townhouses, Yoongi lay alone in the dark. Faint streaks of light filtered in between his blackout curtains, dimly illuminating part of his bedroom. His deep brown eyes focused on the dust particles that swirled in the open air.

He inhaled deeply, and counted backwards from 10.

9—if he listened closely, he could hear the leaves of the trees in the nearby grove, some breaking away and catching the fall breeze. Reds, oranges and golds swarm together in a colorful dance as old as the changing seasons.

8—the faint hum of the commotion downstairs—most likely Jin and Jungkook in the kitchen or possibly Taehyung playing music nearby—shook some of the picture frames on Yoongi’s wall.

7—his phone lights up, and he ignores it. It’s his day off, and he was planning on spending it how he normally does. Asleep.

6—one of Yoongi’s last thoughts were a melody he had yet to complete. Perhaps he’ll find inspiration once he wakes.

5—with heavy eyelids, Yoongi succumbs to his fatigue. Sleep has always come easy to him.

4—whether or not it is a dream he has yet to actually determine, but for now, he’ll treat it as he sees it: a reoccurring dream with the same exact person in the same exact place. He’s been in this place before; hundreds of times, each trip more exhilarating than the last.

3—from the darkness emerges the faint sound of jazz, accompanied with typical hip-hop beats and the clicking of fingertips against a keyboard.

2— Below, Yoongi can just barely make out the humming of car engines below and the rumbling of a nearby train. This new yet familiar space that Yoongi has visited so many times gives off a variety of scents, all of which Yoongi has grown to love over the years. Street food from the open window, sandalwood from the nearby candle that never seemed to stop burning, leather from the sofa he could feel beneath him, and something else. Someone else.

1—he squeezed his eyes, exhaled, and opened.

Light filled what was once his dimmed bedroom, revealing an entirely brand-new space. It wasn’t at all like his luxury apartment complex in Seoul; this place has a smaller quaint charm about it. The nearly blank wall of his room was replaced with a brick wall cluttered with random knickknacks and decorations. Old wooden picture frames sat on a few shelves nearby, filled with faces he’d grown to know over the years, but would never be able to actually see in person.

His feet pivoted towards the center of the studio, soundlessly crossing the wooden floors (he was sure they’d squeak under his weight if he were actually there.) The largest window of the room revealed an endless cityscape, expanding outwards towards the sea and upwards towards the sky. The city’s skyline cast a brilliant glow in the night air, creating a shine comparable to that of the full moon.

Another breeze drifted in through the opened window, carrying in the scent and sounds of the city below. It wasn’t anything like Seoul, and yet Yoongi loved it all the same.

He admired the view for another brief moment, and continued towards the center of the room like he did in every dream. There was only one other occupant in the room, completely unaware of Yoongi’s presence.

“Hey,” Yoongi muttered in greeting, despite knowing that there was no way she saw that he was even there to begin with.

She sat in her usual spot, curled up on the end of the couch, a laptop in her lap. She typed furiously; a typical night for her. Yoongi wasn’t too sure what the time was. Nearby, her dog slept by the coffee table, their snores almost thunderous in the quiet studio. It’d been a few years since she’d moved into this place, but Yoongi knew that she loved it here.

From his limited knowledge of her language, she’d spoken about it enough times.

He also knew that this apartment had been her dream apartment since she was young. He knew a lot about the girl on the couch, though he wasn’t entirely sure why she’d made so many appearances in his dreams.

He first dreamt of Dream Girl—that’s what he calls her—when he was 6 years old, a mere elementary schooler. His first meeting with her had been rather traumatic. She’d been up in a tree when one of the branches snapped beneath her feet, sending her to the ground in a rather painful heap.

Her mother had to take her to the hospital, as she had broken her arm from the fall.

From then on, almost every time he dreamt, he’d managed to unlock a door and make his way into her world. Dream Girl. In the beginning, it was a bit embarrassing for him to spend so much time around one girl, especially since he wasn’t too forthcoming with his female classmates at school.

She was loud and boisterous and clumsy and chaotic, a fairly typical happy-go-lucky child.  The first few times he’d met her, Yoongi would wake up with a pounding headache, her loud laughter still ringing in his ears. To be honest, it drove him insane and he wanted nothing more than to find this annoying girl, shake her, and tell her to stop laughing because the joke wasn’t even funny to begin with.

One thing he found even more maddening than Dream Girl’s loud presence was her lack of a face. When he met her, her face looked as if someone had smudged it out with their thumb. She was someone who was totally faceless to Yoongi.

And yet, he probably knew her better than anybody else.

He wasn’t exactly sure how to process that information as a teen, and he downright refused to focus on it once he left his home for Seoul. Visions of Dream Girl helped him through grueling pre-debut practices, unsuccessful songwriting sessions, and those lonely nights where he wanted nothing else to do than just disappear for a few hours.

Yoongi folded his feet up underneath his body, watching intently as Dream Girl finished typing up her paragraph.

It was the calmest he’d felt in a few days.

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To my soulmate,

Whose words never exactly fully convey what you mean.

I see you.

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[onceuponakdrama]

Was It Love?: KDrama Review 

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Bingo Card For Was It Love? 

Synopsis: Noh Ae Jung [Song Ji Hyo] is a single mother and works as a producer for a movie company. She has not had a boyfriend in the past 14 years, but 4 men appear in front of her. Oh Dae Oh [Son Hojun] is a mysterious best-selling novel writer. Ryu Jin [Song Jongho] is a popular actor. Koo Pa Do [Kim Min Joon] was once a gangster, but he is now the CEO of Nine Capital financial company. Oh Yeon Woo [Koo Jasung] is a PE teacher at a school. 

Overall Main Plot: Rating - 6 out of 10 

I actually really liked the plot idea; at least, in the sense of what it sounded like in the description. I was pulled in because of Song Jihyo, but also because it was about single-motherhood. However, the execution of the actual plot... wow. While the overall concept was a good idea, there were just some misses that they could have hit easily. 

Who’s the Father - this was the main storyline and I kind of liked it, until they kept dragging it out. It was obvious Dae-Oh was the father, considering that he was the only one with a deep history with her. Everyone else’s romances felt rather shallow, so we were able to understand from the get-go who the male lead is and who was most likely the father. 

The Mother-Daughter Relationship - I’ll dive into it later with the characters, but these two had a good-ish relationship. It just felt strained due to all the miscommunication. Their relationship was supposed to be apart of the main plot, considering it centered on the question of: who’s Hani’s father? But the writers didn’t really do that. We got some glimpses of it in the beginning, but then it just centered on Ae-Jeong and Dae-Oh’s romance and it just kind of fell apart. 

All The Miscommunication - this was literally the root of all the problems in the drama and I was just... annoyed. If they had all just talked to one another, there would have been no drama at all. It just felt so more melodramatic than it should have been, when it could have all been easily solved. 

Characters: Rating - 6 out of 10 

↣ Noh Ae-Jeong [played by Song Jihyo] - I actually kind of liked her character the most compared to the other characters. I mentioned in 100 Days, My Prince about how I love seeing strong female leads; single motherhood is hard and watching her try to make things work, without giving up her life, dreams or child was very satisfying. She always put her best effort into what she did and tried not to let people walk over her. However, her character felt kind of weak as the drama progressed because the events that happened around her were not due to her choices. Apparently, the development became: she’s independent and learned to lean on someone; in reality, it should have been about communicating with others to work things out or something. 

↣ Noh Hani [played by Um Chaeyoung] - I don’t know how, but Hani was acting exactly like a 13/14 year old and acted more mature at the same time. She had fights with her mom, she struggled making friends, she makes dumb decisions, etc. I liked that side better because it felt more appropriate; she’s a teenager and she’s going to throw fits and be dumb because that’s what being young is about. I don’t like how the writers made her have this double side. There were also some scenes where I felt concerned for her: meeting up with a whole stranger (Ryu Jin) to adopting a dog that she couldn’t care for. There were just too many holes to her character and I didn’t like that they made her inconsistent, which is due to the writing but still. 

↣ Oh Dae-Oh [played by Son Ho-Jun] - out of the characters, I think Dae-Oh had the most development. A lot of people say that they didn’t like him, but I do appreciate that he became better by the end of the drama, whereas most of them remained the same. In the past and when they first met again, it’s clear he’s arrogant and petty and demanding of her. However, by the end, he’s realized that his actions have consequences and he tries to be more careful and understanding. I think the whole daughter situation made him wake up and he realized the types of sacrifices that Ae-Jeong had to make. That doesn’t exclude him from the stereotypical male lead in dramas tho, so points are docked off. 

↣ Ryu Jin [played by Song Jongho] - I hate him. Okay, hate is kind of strong. I kind of pitied him because of CEO Song and how he got stuck in that relationship with her. However, the whole “I saw her first” and deleting the text was a dick move and I grew to hate him. Like, bruh, how are you still friends with Dae-Oh? I did find him funny because of his wild and dramatic imagination, but there was just so much I didn’t like about him. Even if Hani was his child, he was so hesitant to claim responsibility compared to Dae-Oh. Hani even hated him and I did not blame her. I also hated how he met up with her rather than trying to communicate with Ae-Jeong about what was happening. I did like that he took Hani to see how her biological parents fell in love at the university but, again, too much to dislike about him. 

↣ Oh Yeonwoo [played by Koo Jasung] - okay, I actually hated him though. Unpopular opinion: he was the most annoying possible love interest. Everyone trashed Dae-Oh, but no one said a thing about how toxic Yeonwoo is. I did like that he bonded with Hani and, by the end, he just wanted them to be happy. However, he was the most useless character and he only caused more problems rather than solved them. He’s Hani’s teacher and he chose to live with them; his mom hates Ae-Jeong for “stealing him away” and made Ae-Jeong uncomfortable with his confession and CONTINUED to make her uncomfortable. He always popped up in the most useless times and it was just annoying. Originally, I thought he was cute and then, as time went, he just felt more and more unnecessary to the plot. 

↣ Koo Pado [played by Kim Minjoon] - 10/10 the best character of this drama. I absolutely loved him and his relationship with his son. Originally, I had no idea as to where this sub-plot was going, but I actually kind of liked the way it went (although the whole Chinese mafia made me confused for a bit). Anyways, Pado was precious as time went, especially since he adopted a son who’s not even biologically his. He was super funny too because he didn’t mean to sound so ominous, but his red pen made it look so threatening. I really liked him throughout the drama, even though I knew they weren’t going to end up together. I really wanted more scenes of him and Ae-Jeong being friends that bonded over single-parenthood and lowkey sticking out during the parent meetings. 

Personal Notes: I hated Ahrin [played by Dasom] because she kept going after a guy who was in a relationship and continued to disrespect boundaries throughout the drama. Like, girl, chasing after a romantic relationship with the director of your film? This couldn’t wait until after? I only leaned into her a bit when she stood up for Ryu Jin, but also they’re both assholes who kind of deserve each other. Speaking of Ryu Jin, I still don’t understand how they still are friends after all of that. In the end, they were still friends and I was just so confused because they were so... separated by the end of it and never really got closure? There was just a lot happening and I did not enjoy it. 

Romance: Rating - 5 out of 10 

This romance was kind of mediocre. While I liked the ex to lovers trope going on, there were too many things blocked me from enjoying it. I want to start first from their romance in college. Dae-Oh puked on Ae-Jeong’s shoes to stop her from kissing someone else; while it’s creative, it was still pretty manipulative, but at least he was honest about his intentions? He proceeded to kind of harass her into getting a meal with him and then intentionally ate a clam (something he’s allergic to) to get her to do something for him. I was getting war flashbacks of the Notebook all over again. Although, I do like the moments of when they were dating; it was cute to see Dae-Oh to try and impress Ae-Jeong by stealing that large deli umbrella or when he was trying to make her laugh during a boring class. I understood the fall out, but, again, communication would have solved that easily and they could have lived a much different life. When they reunited, it was entertaining no doubt because he was “getting his revenge” but, by the end of it, he regretted everything. While it was nice to see that change in him and that romance between them blossomed, I think the main thing I couldn’t get pass was the fact that he just left her after things were getting hard. Just when they could have mended their bond and Hani could have a father like she wanted, he just left. Again, I liked the snippets of their romance, but overall... it was kind of half-assed. 

Second Plot/B-Plot and Secondary Characters: Rating - 8 out of 10 

I loved the other characters in the story. Noh Ae-Jeong’s mother is the absolute bomb; while she was a bit nosy, there was that warmth from a mother, especially when she was calling out to all those people that were gossiping about her family and when she showed up to the parent meetings. There was so much I loved about her. I already expressed my love for Pado and Dongchan, so yeah. We love their father-son dynamic and watching them grow and bond is so satisfying. As for the other characters, there wasn’t anyone else I was particularly attached to. I did like Ae-Jeong’s assistant and felt really bad for her too because of all the chaos that unravels. The two points off the ten is because of Ryu Jin and Ahrin; they’re selfish characters and didn’t really learn anything other than pity themselves. By the end, they got together but I didn’t feel anything towards them. I think Ryu Jin was supposed to be likable as a second male, but it just didn’t work for me. There’s also Yeonwoo and we already know how much I don’t like him. Overall, I think the characters portrayed their parts accordingly and contributed to the plot (for the most part), but there were just some that made me frustrated. 

Additional Notes: 

The Last Episode - Yikes. That last episode was a mess. It was clear they threw in a conflict last minute so there could be ANOTHER separation period, even though Dae-Oh was supposed to take responsibility for Hani and I’m just so confused. There was already the 14 years because of the pregnancy and then they just threw in two more for the heck of it? God. On the other hand, I did like the glimpse of Hani and Dongchan’s wedding. It was cute. Other than that, this episode was disastrous. 

This was more melodramatic than romantic or comedic like they implied for it to be. Again, all of the conflicts were due to miscommunication and all the confrontations were so dramatic. Hani gets a free pass because she’s 13/14, but the adults? They needed to get it together, but they were all acting like they were teenagers and... ugh. 

The College Flashbacks - I actually did enjoy these snippets. It was super cute to see how they were like as a couple and I feel like there should have been more time spent on that. I think there would have been more benefit to spend the time with them throughout college and then having their time skip the 14 years and Hani’s born.  

Overall Rating: 6.5 out of 10 

Recommended?

↣ Yes: this was a drama with multiple love lines for all sorts of people (exs to lovers, Noona-romance, mafia love line, etc.). It felt like You’re Beautiful, just less painful when the second male lead was rejected. This was also a drama with multiple things happening, so if you want more than just one plot, you kind of get it here. There’s also a lot of focus on family, since it’s about being a working, single mother. There’s also lots of flashbacks, so if you like putting little puzzles of the plotline together, this is for you. There’s also a lot of flawed characters, which makes it easier to connect with them and the choices they made. 

↣ No: there’s a lot happening, but also not much is happening. Either a lot is happening all at once or things are progressing over a long time. As things progress, it also might get frustrating to watch. This is more of a slow burn drama, where the two don’t really get together until near the end. Again, the characters are flawed, so they make some mistakes that might be frustrating for you to watch or it’s hard to understand why they did some of the things they did. I would also say that this has a bit more drama, so if you are looking for a romantic comedy, this isn’t exactly the one for you. 

[peachyyluxx]

Sweet Lies (BTS Mafia!AU)

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"So this is the place?" Chae-Min asked, looking around the restaurant.

"Yup. This is it. And don't worry on paying, I got you." Jae chuckles, pulling out her seat and letting her sit down, then pushing in her chair.

"Wow. Such a gentleman." Chae-Min says sarcastically, Jae just winking at her.

"That's why your mother wants me to marry you." He hums, sitting down himself.

"Not going to happen, Jae and you know it. " Chae-Min teases. Jae pouts, calling the waiter over and ordering some wine.

"You'll give in some day." Chae-Min just ignores Jae, looking around the room. She felt so...under-dressed, compared to others who were eating. They were wearing expensive dresses, nice tuxes and such, while she was wearing jeans and a leather jacket, her nose piercing shining bright with the lighting in the restaurant. Jae was dressed decently, his work clothes on. Though, as Chae-Min continued to look around, her eyes caught on to these piercing ones, staring her down. It was a male, his silver-like hair shining as his head moved to the side, a small msirk appearing on his face. He winks at Chae-Min, quickly turning to his friends and muttering to them.

"Minnie?" Jae says, cutting off Chae-Min's train of thoughts.

"When was the last time you called me that? Primary school?" She raised her brow. Jae pretended to ponder on her remark, before shrugging.

"I don't know, but i'll call you it more often. You're blushing," He teases, leaning over and poking her cheek. She pushes his finger away, shushing him as the waiter comes back and orders after he pours the wine for the two. After the waiter left, Chae-Min found herself looking at the group of males across from her yet again while Jae talked. She watched as the Silver-haired one talked to the mint-haired one, slightly flicking his hair out of his face.

Why do they seem...familiar.

"Chae-Min, I think we need to leave." Jae mutters, watching his surroundings. Chae-Min looked at him, her eyebrow slightly raising.

"What do you mean? We just got here-" She started, but Jae wuickly gout out of his seat and helped her up, apologizing to the waiter and giving him a big tip before leaving with Chae-Min. She looked around, confused as ever. "Jae tell me what's-"

"I'll tell you in the car." He mutters, quickly walking into the parking lot with her and pointing to the passenger door, before getting in. Chae-Min, confused, gets into the car and Jae turns on the car and drives off. It was quiet for a few minutes, the sound of traffic and light hum of the music from the radio slowly drowning it out.

"What was that?" Chae-Min asks, turning to Jae with her eyebrow still raised. "We didn't even eat-"

"People were watching us..I didn't see them but..I had a feeling." Jae cut her off, his hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles grew white. "And I feel like I knew who it was..." He continued to mutter to himself, Chae-Min still confused. She just sighed, going through Jae's stuff and pulling out a cigarette. Jae stops at a light, quickly taking it out of her hands before she could put it to her lips, and threw it out the window.

"Hey-"

"I promised your father to keep you safe, even from the smallest of things." Jae said, Chae-Min pouting and crossing her arms. "God, you're like a little kid still." He mutters, rolling his eyes jokingly. Chae-Min just sticks out her tongue, looking out the window. They soon reach her apartment complex, Jae parking and getting out the car. Chae-Min follows after, about to say goodbye to Jae, but he continues to walk up the stairs. "You coming?"Jae asks, Chae-Min slightly nodding. They soon make it to her apartment, Chae-Min opening the door and closing it after they got in.

Jae takes off his shoes, settling on the couch with a small sigh of comfort. "I'm guessing you're staying here then?" Chae-Min asks, taking off her own shoes, then hanging her jacket.

"You bet I am. Can't go home since Wonpil is out of town and he took the keys." He replies, watching as she takes off her shirt and puts it in the basket next to the door.

"What?" Chae-Min asks, staring at Jae. He quickly averts his eyes, muttering a small 'nothing.'

"Well, if you're going to stay here, make us dinner. I'm going to take a shower." With that, Chae-Min left Jae in her living room.

~

"So she left early? I didn't even notice." Yoongi mutters, throwing his jacket on the couch.

"There's a coat hanger by the door for a reason, Yoongi." Jin mutters, grabbing said jacket and putting it where it belongs.

"whatever. But who was she with? Didn't recognize him." Yoongi sighed, stretching. Jimin shrugs, taking a swig of his beer.

"I don't know, maybe her boyfriend?" He replies, but Jungkook shakes his head.

"If you listened in on to their conversation, he's an old friend of hers. Primary school, to be exact. She called him-"

"Jae. He was her father's personal...how do I say it...bodyguard?" Namjoon says, lighting up a smoke.

"He's too tiny to be a bodyguard. Has a body like a fucking chicken." Taehyung laughs, but Namjoon gives him a look.

"He's good with combat and guns. Don't underestimate him or you'll be six feet under before you know it, and i'll be laughing." Namjoon quickly shuts down Taehyung, who looks at him with an incredulous look. "Jimin." Namjoon calls out, Jimin stiffening up and nodding.

"Yes sir?"

"Find out any information you can dig up on Jae. Hell, find out anything you can on the people who work for Chae-Min now. We'll need it for our plan."

"Plan?" Hoseok questions, leaning on the doorframe, his shirt dangling from his biceps. Namjoon just puffs out a puff of smoke, a small smirk soon appearing on his face.

"I'll share it with you guys once we get the information. Now get on to it. I'll need this in two days."

"Right, sir."

~

It was soon morning, Chae-Min's eyes drowsily opening, a small yawn coming out of her mouth. She turned her body to the right, seeing Jae laying with her, peacefully sleeping the morning away. She sighs, shaking her head with a small smile on her face, before getting up and stretching. She clumsily writes something on a sticky note, before leaving the apartment.

-

"Excuse me, Chae-Min? Do you know where Jae is?" Eun-Hee asked, following the walking girl.

"He'll be a little late, but don't count it against him. Him and I were out late last night." Chae-Min said, Eun-Hee nodding and writing a little note for herself. Chae-Min looked at her outfit, smiling as she saw Eun-Hee in jeans and a nice blouse. "You look better dressed casual by the way. It suits you."

"Ah, thank you. I took your advice and dressed casual today."

"That's good. Now, can you get me coffee? I heard that two of my father's clients were coming in today for a deal, right?" Chae-Min stepped into the elevator. " Make sure they get coffee, too."

"Right away!" Eun-Hee bid farewell to Chae-Min, watching the elevator close and her go up to her office. As soon as the elevator door opened and Chae-Min stepped out, she was greeted by two males arguing over something.

"Excuse me?" She coughed, the two males stopping and greeting her accordingly. "Well, let's get this meeting started, shall we?"

~

"Well shit, Jimin. You really out done yourself." Namjoon said, his eyes slightly widening at the files that Jimin piled on his desk.

"Basically, Jae and Chae-Min are childhood friends, both rich snooty kids. He was her only friend and they have an arranged marriage, but Chae-Min said no for the time being, blah blah blah-"

"Hold on, arranged marriage?" Namjoon stops Jimin, who nods.

"Yup. They were supposed to be getting married this year so Jae can take over the Enterprise, even though he was her father's bodyguard, but with the sudden death of Chae-Min's father, she took over instead and he's her bodyguard now for the time being."

"Arranged marriage.." Namjoon mutters, rubbing his chin. "Jimin, call in the boys for a meeting, I got another plan.”

“What about the old one?”

“Fuck that. Get the boys will ya? We don’t got all day.”

"Yes sir." With that, Jimin slightly stretches his neck, a slightly annoyed look at his face, before leaving to go assemble the others.

[randomobsessionsofa30something]

10 korean dramas that surprised me in the first half of 2017

I’ve talked before about how expectations can really make or break a drama. This 10 korean dramas were the ones that didn’t meet my expectations or exceeded them in the first six months of the year.

The Good Surprises

1. Strong Woman Do Bong Soon. My favorite rom-com of the year so far. All 16 episodes are worth watching. It was so addicting from the first episode. If you want a slice of drama this is anything but that. It’s almost like a comic about a girl with super human strenght and her path towards coming to terms with it. Plus her relationship with the quirky CEO that helps her to get there. Park Hyungsik was such a stand out on this one. Of course Park Bo Young is also great but it was to be expected after her outstanding performance in Oh my ghostess.

2. Man to man. An action/political drama with a splash of rom-com. This drama may not be perfect but the first half is definetely well crafted, action packed and has a great sense of humor. The second half it did slowed down but since I started watching this just because of Park Hae Jin I wasn’t expecting much and what I got was more than enough.

3. Circle. This drama just finished today and it was so good. The finale I’m sure it’s gonna be polarizing and even if I whined about it I actually think that was the right way to end it. TVN had already released a sci fi drama on february with Shin Min Ah called Tomorrow with you, and to be honest Circle was everything I hoped Tomorrow with you would be when I watched the first two episodes. However that drama failed to do what Circle did: surprise you in every single episode. The writers and the cast make this a believable drama even when it’s about  two brothers and a girl who is thought to be an alien. This drama is told in both in 2017 and 2037.

4. Chicago Type Writter. I have to confess I haven’t finished this drama. Not enough hours in a day to watch so many dramas. However for what I have seen this is one of the best dramas of the first half of the year 2017 as well. It’s just really well done. Also another TVN drama with a fantasy spin. It’s about a famous writter who meets one of his fans and slowly finds out about his past life in the 1930′s when he also had ties with her.

5. Seven day queen. This drama is still airing but for me it’s the best historical drama of the year so far. Based on the true story of a queen that was deposed just seven days after she was crowned. Even when the drama does not keep true to history, at least as far as I can tell, the characters are all really well constructed and, maybe except for the lead female role, they are complex and interesting.

Honorable Mention: My only love song. If you’re a We Got Married fan you surely know Jonghyun (CNBLUE) and Gong Seung Yoon in a drama it’s defenitely a good idea. This Netflix drama has a different air about it. Sometimes it feels like an american sitcom even if it’s a period drama (well sort of since the story envolves time travel). It’s good fun and doesn’t take itself seriously.

The Not So Good Surprises

1. The liar and his lover. This drama kind of broke my heart. I love this manga so much and I wasn’t expecting a literal version since koreans never stick too much to the story of a manga. However the changes they made were fatal to the story plus there was so much bad acting. I can’t really blame Joy (Red Velvet) I mean it was her first acting job and the character they ended up writting for her was not strong enough in the first place and then the writters kind of left her story on the back burner which was just bizarre. Actually what I do like about this drama is the OST sang by her. The drama however just left me emotionally drained because in every episode I would get mad.

2. My secret romance. Started watching for Sung Hoon and even if my expectations were low it just was worst than what I could ever imagine. There was no character developement and the weak female lead was just annoying. The editing on this one was also a huge misstep.

3. Radiant office. I hate when dramas or movies don’t use humor at all and this drama kind of tried at times but never really succeeded at least not on the 10 episodes I saw before I gave up. And once I start to watch a drama even if it’s bad I end up watching the whole thing but this one was just too boring. The worst part is that it’s supposed to be a rom com but I never really saw any chemestry between the leads. I actually like the idea of this drama just that the execution was lacking. The story is about a girl that was having a hard time to get a job and when she finally does, she finds that the working conditions are really unfair. 

4. Ruler. This historical drama gives me a lot of mixed emotions. I think there’s moments where I really enjoy it  but there’s some bad choices made for the main character and the character Lee Sun played by Infinite’s Myungsoo. There’s a couple of episodes where it feels like the main lead whines all the times and others when it feels he lacks intelligence to deal with the problems he faces. Even though Kim So Hyun always does good, her character also feels like she lacks common sense. She’s too naive at times and again just not that smart. Which alltogether reads to me as just bad writting. It’s just sad because they have a really good cast.

5.My sassy girl. So this one I was waiting since last year when I first heard it was happening. After Joo Won was casted I was like “OMG yes!” The result though is not as good as the original. Set in Joseon it tries to emulate the character from the successful korean movie by the same name. For me the problem was the lead actress in the first 12 episodes (each episode is close to half an hour). The original sassy girl played by Jun Ji Hyun felt like was just insane and even if she ended up making Cha Tae Hyun’s character suffer  she had so much charisma she could pull it off. This version even if it’s only on its first week lacks in that regard. When she violently got him into trouble it all felt like a tantrum and the unnecesary yelling became monotonous and at times annoying. In the last few chapters the drama has changed into an actually interesting and cute historical drama that however has nothing to do with the story of a sassy girl and more about a typical historical drama. Which actually has helped me to enjoy the drama because now I’m not comparing it to the movie anymore.

[floralseokjin]

— aquiver | 01 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

pairing | min yoongi x reader genre/warnings | mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language words | 10,110

» 01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 :: 06 :: 07 :: 08  ✓

“You busy?” Namjoon asked, popping his head around the corner of Yoongi’s bedroom. It was just him tonight; Jin was still at the dance room practicing for what felt like all day—Hoseok with him, teaching him—the patience of a god, but Yoongi knew his attempts were futile to say the least. Yoongi shook his head in reply, not bothering to use actual words as he stiffened his back against his desk chair. He was still embarrassed about the other day.

Namjoon had caught him in a not so flattering position at his studio. By unflattering, he meant sweats slung down his hips, dick in hand, headphones on and porn on full blast. He’d had the fright of his life when he’d heard an uncomfortable cough behind him after the video had stopped and turned to find Namjoon there, his eyes open wide, but not hiding the amused grin that threatened to spill into full on belly rolling laughter.

Somehow he’d found himself admitting that he hadn’t been able to jerk one out in what seemed like months—hell, it could have even been months for all he knew—He stopped counting the days after a while. What were friends for if you couldn’t tell them your deepest, darkest secrets…? Well it wasn’t that dark, but Namjoon got the message. He probably could have gotten the message anyway, the fact that the porno had just ended and he still hadn’t come yet give the game away.

It’s not like he hadn’t tried. There was no problem getting it up, so to speak, but maintaining his erection long enough was the problem, especially when there was no sign of coming any time soon. He’d watched every porn imaginable: threesomes, gangbangs, orgies, lesbian, hentai… The list went on and most of the time his dick just fell limp, leaving him more sexually frustrated than ever.

He’d even gone as far as to imagine past real life experiences—like that time when he was eighteen and the girl who broke his heart not long after had sucked his dick for the first time. He’d never quite lost control like that before. His whole body had shook with pleasure to the extent that at one moment in time he thought his skin would just fall of his bones. In hindsight, she was a cheater who got around a lot, but nothing had been hotter than watching her suck his dick that night—nothing, but alas, not even the thought of that could make him come. Maybe there was something wrong with him? It sure felt like it…

Namjoon had surprisingly not been that bothered by Yoongi’s little confession. In fact, he said it happened to him all the time. Nothing compared to a women’s touch he had said, and sometimes that’s just what men needed…

“I have this place I, er… go to,” he insinuated and Yoongi watched him for a moment confused until his eyes widened in shock, realisation hitting him.

“What?? Like a brothel?” He half shouted in disbelief.

What a fucking pervert. If he thought Yoongi was just going to one, he needed to re-evaluate their friendship.

“No! Not a brothel per say… More like a softcore one, but like, it’s not a brothel, more like a shop — They don’t have sex with you or anything, just give out hand jobs for money.” Namjoon watched Yoongi eyeball him some more, before carrying on, trying to make it better, but essentially making it worse.

“Like, they’re all pretty girls! No old women—honest.”

Yoongi scoffed in disbelief. As if that would change his mind! He wasn’t going to go to any sex shop to pay for a hand job. He’d rather die an old, stubborn git with about ten gallons of come still left inside of him, that was for sure.

However, here was Namjoon again… two days later, walking into his room with a small rectangular card in his hand. Healing Hands, Yoongi read silently, as he placed it down on his desk.

He scoffed, ignoring the feeling of his cheeks burning red raw. Was this guy serious?

“What the hell does that mean?” He asked, nodding his head in the direction of the card.

“It’s the shop I was on about.” Namjoon answered, sitting down on Yoongi’s bed, making himself comfy. “It’s called that because it’s a psychic house—You know, they do tarot readings and they have mystic balls and shit. Only thing is they have a place out back where they dole out hand jobs for like fifty bucks.”

Yoongi couldn’t believe his ears. He knew the words were coming out of Namjoon’s mouth, but they didn’t make sense. Psychic shops, mystic balls and hand jobs. This was something out of a book—it had to be, and Namjoon had been there!

“Did you ever think about using that mystic ball so it could tell you how wack you’re being right now?!” He yelled out frustrated. “I’m not going to any dirty old sex shop which is probably riddled with disease.”

Namjoon sighed out loud, his eyes rolling so far back into his head that all Yoongi could see was white. “Well, you better do something soon, because you’ve been an intolerable idiot lately—to everyone! It’s not our fault you can’t make yourself cum!” Namjoon shot, standing up and making his way to the door.

Yoongi sat gobsmacked at his outburst, unable to form words, the awkwardness of the situation finally getting to him and rendering him speechless. Was this actually happening right now…?

“All I’m saying is—just try it. You’ll be surprised. It’s not what you expect—honest,” Namjoon tried again, his voice softer this time, before he left.

His parting words rang inside Yoongi’s head as he sighed in frustration, running his fingers through his dark hair. This was ridiculous. He could make himself come if he wanted. He knew he could, and he found himself pulling his dick out of his sweats, fondling himself, trying to make himself hard—but it was to no avail. He was still as limp as a rag. This was useless.

He tried to imagine anything—a girl doing it, or maybe using her mouth; the wet, warmth of her tongue, or maybe the wet and warmth of some other body part as she bounced up and down on him. However, nothing worked. It was like trying to get blood from a stone, and he practically screamed in exasperation as he stuffed his dick back in his underwear. He couldn’t even get hard now? Why was the world punishing him like this?

He looked over at the card on his desk. He doubted the hands were as ‘healing’ as they said they were, probably calloused and dry, but the more he stared at the card the more he found himself caving…

He shook his head, as if waking himself out from under a spell and picked the rectangle up, throwing it in the trashcan—just to be on the safe side. It hit the bottom next to some snack wrappers and he kicked the bin away with a huff.

He needed to avoid temptation. He wasn’t giving in…

The next day he came home from his studio to find Jin already in their room, lying on his bed eating ramen straight from the pot. Yoongi paused once he put his bag down at the foot of his own, wondering if he should ask the older boy for some advice. Seeing as he was older he knew there was less of a chance Jin would tease him. The others would just laugh at his misfortune or like Namjoon, fill his head with stupid ideas. It was now or never, and he quietly slumped on his bed before turning to face him.

“Hey man… Can I ask you something?” He began slowly, not really knowing how he should approach this.

Jin met his gaze questioningly, but when he saw the look on Yoongi’s face it turned brighter, as if he knew what he was going to say already, “Is this about your problem down south?” He asked, raising his eyebrow as his eyes trailed towards Yoongi’s crotch.

Yoongi spluttered. How did he already know?

“Namjoon told me,” he answered the silent question, not bothering to say anymore, and Yoongi silently seethed. Who else knew? The whole dorm probably.

“Don’t worry I haven’t told anyone.”

God, was he a mind reader now? Did he happen to work at Healing Hands? He seemed to know a lot.

“So I guess he also told you about that place?” Yoongi asked, choosing to ignore his own discomfort and plod on through.

Jin nodded, putting down his now finished cup of noodles and turned to face him. “Of course.”

“What do you think I should do?” He was almost certain he’d get more sense out of Jin.

“Well… you really can’t make yourself cum?” Jin asked matter of factly, and Yoongi gaped at his openness, feeling his cheeks heat up, before stuttering out a no.

“Hmm—what do you think of when you’re doing it?” He interrogated, and Yoongi began to feel uncomfortable. This was getting weird now, all he wanted to know was if he should go to the damn hand job store.

“Well, I don’t know. Just stuff… things… The usual.” He shrugged, not making eye contact.

“Wow, Yoongi. Those damn things always—without a doubt—turn me right on!” He replied with sarcastic astonishment, his facial features contorting as he joked, and Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean. It’s just nothing ever happens. I’ve tried everything, and I mean everything. I’m so blocked up, I’ll need a plunger soon!” He complained, his voice gaining volume and he dropped his head into his hands when he heard the older boy laugh, annoying and squeaky, and he wanted to curl up and die right there and then.

Jin heard him sigh in defeat, feeling guilty. It wasn’t really a laughing matter, he knew that. He’d been there himself—he guessed everyone had at some point in time.

“Look—let me tell you a little secret.” He began, and Yoongi looked up in curiosity, his dark hair in array. “The other month I too, couldn’t make myself come… so, I just got some help.” He explained simply and he watched Yoongi’s forehead crinkle in confusion, before, slowly, realisation flashed across his eyes.

“Oh god—not you too!” He groaned, his head back in his hands, and then it was Jin’s turn to frown.

“Hey! Don’t knock it until you try it.” Jin scolded, “Honestly, it was perfectly fine. You just go in, talk a little and then she gets down to business. I had this really nice girl—we spoke about our hobbies and we even had the same favourite film!”

Yoongi watched in silent horror as Jin went on and on. Trust him to make friends with a hooker. That’s what she was, right? Or was it different when they were all in the same building? Did it become a brothel? He had no fucking clue, but he couldn’t believe his ears. Who else had gone to this damn place? Fucking Jungkook?

“Look, if you still aren’t keen on the idea, then let me tell you this.” Jin added, standing up from his bed, and Yoongi guessed he was about to leave. “After it was done, I’ve had no problem knocking one out since—It was like a miracle cure. Maybe because it’s a psychic house, I don’t know… but honestly—

“You do realise that’s just a gimmick, right? They’re not actually psychic? They just used that so they dish out illegal sex acts without getting caught.” He interrupted, and Jin sighed in frustration.

“God! Does not being able to make yourself cum turn you into an insufferable bastard? ‘Cos you’re really beginning to annoy me. You’re the one with the problem—not me. I got mine sorted, like I suggest you do—because one thing’s for sure, I’m not helping you out.” He lectured, opening their bedroom door to exit. “I mean, I love you Yoongi—but not that much!”

At his parting words, he was gone, and Yoongi was alone again, left with himself to mull things over. Maybe Jin was right. He was becoming an insufferable bastard, Namjoon had said more or less the same thing yesterday, and if what Jin had said was true… maybe it would cure his little problem. It was worth a shot, right?

He quietly crept towards his trash can, taking a deep breath before he put his hand inside, rifling around for that damn rectangular card. It went against everything he believed in—but he was desperate, and it needed to work.

He chose a Sunday. Sunday seemed like a good idea. It would be quiet, he hoped. He hadn’t told anyone he was going because he didn’t need any ‘I told you so’s’ from Namjoon or Seokjin, so he’d said he was going to his studio to try and write. In reality, he was taking a taxi to the address, stopping ten meters short so he could walk the rest of the way and calm himself, because his heart was beating ninety to the dozen.

Every step closer to the building he took, the heavier his breathing got, until he had to prop himself up against a wall, his head leaning back so his bangs fell into his eyes as he tried to steady himself.

He’d thought about wearing a mask to cover most of his face, but he didn’t want to scare the poor girl. He would just have to brave it and hope she didn’t recognise him. That’s what he was most worried about, right? His career would be over if he got found out.

He shook his head at his own arrogance. There was no chance the person would know him, and if she did, she was sworn to secrecy regarding her clients. He would be fine – for the most part… He just had to get over his nerves. He would just have to think of it as if it was his first performance in front of a crowd. Only it was a different kind of performance and there was only one person watching…

Oh god. He moved swiftly, before he lost his nerve, stopping in front of the shop as he arrived. It was dark. The bricks paint black, with one measly window that was semi-opaque – like those in a bathroom. You couldn’t see in, and they couldn’t see out, bar for some blurred colours. The door was wooden – painted a dark purple, and the sign above read ‘Healing Hands’ in the same colour, one side hanging crooked as if it hadn’t been secured properly. He grimaced, put off by the exterior, but he knew he had to do this. It was the only way he would be able to function properly. He needed to find out if the problem was him or his dick.

So, he opened the door firmly, the handle creaking as he turned it and a bell chimed to indicate his arrival as he walked through the threshold. Thankfully it was quiet. No one sat in the foyer, (he guessed that’s what he should call it) bar a woman of about forty years of age at the desk— a receptionist, he guessed again.

She didn’t look up as he entered, or as he made his way towards her, and he actually had to cough to gain her attention when he had been standing there awkwardly for a few seconds. He felt his cheeks already heating up as she looked up from the magazine she was reading with her eyebrow raised.

“Yes?” She asked him.

“Erm—hi—I…”

Oh no. He’d been so focused on actually getting himself here, he hadn’t once wondered what he actually asked for when he did. This place was camouflaging as a psychic house for crying out loud. There were probably code names for things, and he nervously scratched the back of his neck, looking around the room nervously. Posters adorned the walls, showing mystic balls and other make believe shit, most curling at the corners, the tack that stuck them to the wall, becoming dry. The walls themselves were also purple, matching the exterior door and sign, and he searched for something—anything, that could help him out.

“What do you want?” The woman asked again, quite obviously losing patience, and he looked at her again, visibly scared. “I’m guessing you don’t want your tarot read—so what is it?”

Yoongi couldn’t help the look on his face as he balked at her. What the hell did that mean? This was getting all to weird… was it too late to leave? He could already feel his spine prickle as he broke into a cold sweat. His heart now motionless as he practically died from embarrassment, but he inwardly shook his head, telling himself to pull together—he was so close to that sweet release he’d been craving for months he could taste it, and his stomach stirred just at the thought.

“I-I need some…help…?”

The words came out weak and dubious, as if he was asking her what he needed, for a split second wanting to joke and scrap it, changing help to healing, but he thought a joke wasn’t the best thing in a situation like this, and Mrs. Grouchy didn’t look like she’d appreciate it anyway.

The woman let out a sigh, as if she heard this every night—well she probably did, and motioned her head to a sign standing on the desk, “which one?”

Yoongi followed her movement with a frown, unsure of what she was on about until he began reading it in his head. Oh shit. There were timed sessions? Each option was called ‘Palm Reading’ (very fucking original, he thought) with a length and a price next to it, and he skimmed over each quickly, having a mental breakdown as the information sunk in. The cheapest option, ten minutes, was definitely too short; he wasn’t even sure if he could get himself hard in that allotted time, especially in front of a stranger, and he wondered who was magic enough to slip one out that quickly? It seemed impossible to him now.

The most expensive, an hour, just seemed to scream fucking desperate. How sad and lonely did you have to be to pay $125 for a wank that lasted an hour, and he shuddered at the thought. There were other options, varying in length and price in between, but he settled on the middle one—thirty minutes for $65. It was pricey, and maybe way too long, but he needed damage control. He couldn’t even think about what he’d do if he couldn’t even come during this, probably run out, curl up into a ball and die of humiliation.

“Option four, please,” he muttered, and he cringed at his use of please—he wasn’t asking for a fucking ice cream.

“Palm reading 4?” She asked, as if she was taunting him, and he nodded woodenly, feeling the shame wash over him. “That will be $65, please,” she requested with a false smile and Yoongi groaned in his head, reaching behind to pull his wallet out of his back pocket, quickly dishing out the notes onto the counter. Was this what his life had become? Paying for sexual favours?

“Thank you,” she said, taking it from him and placing it in the ancient till underneath the counter. “I realise this is your first time, so take this and read it.” She told him, handing him a pamphlet from beside the till. “Company policy—once you’re done reading, knock on the first door to your left, and wait to be called in. Have fun—you’re her first customer of the night.” She informed him, another taunting smile on her face and Yoongi grimaced, taking a step back as he realised there were doors in this room—he’d been so caught up in wondering what to say, he hadn’t even noticed, but obviously duh, what did he expect? Where else they go for some privacy?

He turned his back to the woman at the counter, turning his attention to the pamphlet as he began reading, his face paling as he got further and further into it. No touching, well, again, duh. No lewd language or actions, no shit. Make sure you’re clean and your hygiene is as perfect as can be—okay, gross… but yeah, he’d had a shower before he’d left, obviously, and lastly, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE NO STI’S (WE CAN TELL). Really though? They could tell? Not all the time, and he shifted on his feet, anxiety setting in. This was all too real. This was sex he was thinking about, about to do—obviously not full blown sex, but a sexual act nonetheless. His dick was about to be in a woman’s hand—a strangers hand… and he didn’t know whether to feel excited or scared, both probably, as he turned to face the woman at the counter again, wondering if he should let her know he was done reading, but it turned out she’d been watching him the whole time, and as she saw him looking, she plastered a false smile across her face again, a non-professional good luck leaving her as he stuffed the paper in his pocket.

Why the hell did she keep saying shit like that, who was behind this door? She was going to have a good laugh about this later on, and probably with the person behind the door… He was getting scared out of his wits now, and he took a deep breath as he raised his fist to the wooden door, knocking lightly, unable to be firm.

“Come in,” a voice rang from inside, and he faltered. It wasn’t what he was expecting, almost sweet, definitely young; or maybe he was being tricked and when he walked in it would be some eighty-year-old woman… Yoongi wasn’t ageist, but he didn’t think that would help get him off, he’d have a hard-enough time anyway, even if the girl was a supermodel…

He took a few more deep breaths, his chest squeezing when the woman at the desk sighed in impatience, and he just went for it, gripping his hand on the handle as he twisted and opened the door slowly, knowing that when he’d leave this room, he’d have probably had an orgasm… hopefully… and he tried to stop his heart from racing as he entered and looked up, meeting your eyes.

His first thought was, wow. What the hell were you doing working in a place like this? No judgment, but you were light years away from the woman as the desk. Yoongi was crap at guessing ages, but he thought you were around his age, maybe a couple of years younger at the most. Next was, she’s so pretty… Yoongi hadn’t spent a lot of his life chasing after women, not after is popularity began to grow and he became more invested in his work (ha, like he wasn’t already…but everyone got the picture). Woman just weren’t on his list yet, but he knew when someone was pretty—and here you were, standing in front of him as pretty as can be, your smile soft as you eyed him, and he realised you were waiting for him to close the door.

He mumbled to himself, not making sense as he tried to apologise and turned to shut it, watching the last bit of outside as he it clicked shut. This was it, no turning back. He was either going to come, or not, and he shuffled back to face you, unsure of what to say or do. You—the stranger was about to have your hand wrapped around his dick, going to see him at his most vulnerable, and the thought made him feel a little sick. He was already turning bashful, and he looked everywhere but your face as you spoke.

“Is this your first time? Or have you been before—just you’ve never been to me?” You asked curiously, and Yoongi faltered. You could swear he was going to some therapy session or something—well, in some way he was…

“ ‘m first time,” he mumbled, eyes now definitely skimming his surroundings as he felt his cheeks redden.

It wasn’t what he suspected. He didn’t really know what he had imagined, maybe to be as grotty as the receptionist room? But no, this was… sterile—clean, almost like a doctor’s room, walls plasterboard white with matching while tiles, a—and there was no other way to describe it—doctors bed akin to those they examine patients on, in the corner of the room, and a seat next to it, followed by a tray on a little side desk, complete with lotion and a box of tissues. This was too clinic, Yoongi thought. He didn’t know what was worse—too grubby or too sterile. He felt as if he’d been abducted by aliens. He must’ve been to be here.

“Do you want to sit down?” You said, your voice filling the room once again, sounding awkward as you watched him just stand there, as if he was here for the scenery, and he focused on your face long enough to see you jut your head in the direction of the bed—the death bed, that’s what Yoongi wanted to call it. He could feel his impending demise looming already.

“All this standing about is eating into your time,” you pointed out, a giggle in your throat and as he looked at you, trying to push his own body into the corner of his room, you must have seen the fear in his eyes because you smiled sweetly as you followed closely behind him, a reassuring look in your eyes as you spoke again.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” and Yoongi took a deep breath—he was more than nervous, he was in near pandemonium, every nerve in his body fighting with one another, and he tried to keep his voice calm as you asked him a question.

“How long do we have?”

“Thirty minutes,” he mumbled again, sure his voice was becoming more and more hard to decipher as he went on.

You give him a pointed look, “You better not be lying to me,” and Yoongi turned panicked, before you laughed, hitting his shoulder lightly, “I’m only joking, just to lighten the mood,” you explained. “I’m the happy one—if you got anyone else, you’d already be laid down and half way to cumming by now.”

Yoongi’s eye widened at your frankness, not understanding if he should already feel turned on. So far nothing was happening down there and he dreaded to think what he would do if he couldn’t get hard.

“Don’t get me started on Greta out front,” you grumbled. “If you lied, she’s gonna be knocking on that door soon…” and Yoongi couldn’t help but smile.

She was called Greta, that figured… He must have said it out loud accidentally because he heard you giggle, and his eyes widened in surprise, and then he felt a wave of pride wash over him—he’d already made you laugh, that had to be something, right? He could do this, it wasn’t that bad. All he had to do was sit there and get jerked off. It would all be okay.

“So, do you want to sit down, or lay down?” You asked, watching him hover his butt on the bed, and he froze. He definitely did not want to lay down—that would be extremely vulnerable, so he went back to what he was doing and sat, practically perched on the edge.

“Sitting down it is then,” you noted, watching him look at you sheepishly, “but scoot up because you may fall off once we get started.”

He knew you were joking, trying to lighten the mood, or whatever, but it wasn’t working, his whole body was tense and as he slid further back on the bed he actually thought his heart was about to give out. He looked back at you once seated, and he watched you take your own seat on the swivel chair, gliding towards him as if you were about to examine him, and he felt everything clench as you watched him right back, your eyes fleeting from his face to his crotch.

He was definitely not hard yet, not even close—in fact, he was the complete opposite, more than the opposite—it had probably shrivelled up in anxiety, and his hands began to shake. How did this shit work? Did he have to get himself hard? Because there was really no way that was possible right now, and on the reverse, the thought of you trying to get him hard was scary as fuck. There were too many thoughts flying around his head right now.

It wasn’t a time to feel self conscious, but what if it turned out is dick was ugly? Like this whole time, he’d been on this earth—twenty-four years, there was something odd with his dick. Obviously, the chances were it was formed perfectly fine, but he could never be too sure. Maybe that’s why he’d never been able to hold a relationship for longer than a few months at a time…? He shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts—of course there was nothing wrong with him… well except for the fact he couldn’t make himself come…

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, smiling again, and Yoongi gulped as the next words left your mouth, your hand already resting on his knee. “You don’t need be hard straight away—how about we get to know each other for a bit whilst I…”

You trailed off, letting your hand do the explaining as he felt it begin to trail up his thigh, his breathing quickening instantly. Fuck, you were going for his dick and his first thought was to push it away, panic setting in as he watched you, counting down the seconds until you met his limp, embarrassing dick, but suddenly you stopped, just under the head, as if you knew where it rested against the in side of thigh.

“What’s your name?” You hummed, and Yoongi looked up from his lap, forehead scrunched as what he’d been anticipating never came, and he took a moment to process the question, feeling out of sync with his body as he heard his voice bounce of the walls and buzz in his ears.

“Yoongi.”

He could have facepalmed at that very moment if his hands weren’t shaking at his sides. Why the hell did he have to use his real name? The chances were slim that you actually knew who he was, if so, he would have definitely noticed your reaction as soon as he walked in, but still—how stupid was he? He should have just chosen a false name. He didn’t have much more of a reaction time when suddenly he felt your fingertips move, literally skimming the head of his dick, and to his surprise, it twitched. It was actually alive, and he had a hard time concentrating on anything else as you continued, gauging his reaction at first to see if he was comfortable.

He didn’t dare move a muscle as you began to massage your fingers around his girth, pressing and gliding as you went, before using your whole hand to fondle him over his sweats, your palm rubbing and rolling against him. He was still frozen as a thousand thoughts ran through his head a mile a minute—when was the last time a member of the opposite gender had touched him like this? Honestly, probably since the last time he’d had sex—a year ago.

It already felt different—nothing like his hand, and he watched yours move intently, breathing through his nose, ignoring every scream inside his head that told him this was wrong and that he should run out. The thought that told him how embarrassing it would be to come in front of a stranger—a pretty stranger at that—because he knew he was going to lose the plot—if he was able to come, he was going to lose it so hard, weeks, nearly months of pent up frustration, gone—hopefully. But yeah, he ignored that scary thought, because he could already feel the blood rushing through his body, travelling to that one destination he needed it to be in—he was already feeling light headed and he had to speak, just to keep himself sane as you kept on palming him, your fingers tracking the outline of his balls ever so gently as he felt his stomach flip—fuck, something was happening. This was actually going to happen.

“What’s your name?”

His voice was barely a hum as he dragged his eyes back to your face, trying with all his might to keep it steady as you looked slightly shocked at him, as if you weren’t expecting him to talk anymore, given what was happening now, but you smiled anyway, your nose wrinkling up cutely as you spoke, and he had a strong feeling of misplacement. Here you were, hand on his dick, massaging him to hardness, about to jerk him off for money he’d paid out, when on the other hand, you were so innocent looking; delicate features, cutely watching him, that he didn’t know what to do. He almost wished Namjoon was wrong, and there were, as he so nicely put it…old people here. Yoongi almost prayed it was Greta in here, doing the job, because he was almost sure—after all this was said and done, he was going to have trouble getting it out of his mind, his stomach was already simmering in anticipated pleasure as he thought about your soft, cool hand wrapped around his dick, and he let out a groan, barely audible—he hoped, but he sinking further and further into the point of no return.

“Aurora,” you answered him, and Yoongi wanted to shoot himself in the foot. Of course, you would use a false name. You actually had brains, unlike him, and as if on cue you dismissed it quickly, “it’s not my real name…but I wouldn’t mind if it was.”

“It’s pretty,” he spoke, before he could stop and he cringed at himself. This really wasn’t the time, but you smiled anyway, sheepishly it seemed as you mimed a thank you. He went to explain himself more, even though he’d probably make it worse, when you cut him off, your hand stilling and leaving him, and he was surprised by how much he wanted to protest.

“I think you’re ready now,” you explained, rolling your chair to the tray as you pumped some hand cream in your hands and rubbed them together and Yoongi frowned, looking down to see the evident bulge in his sweats.

Damn—how did that happen? He knew he was half-there, feeling the sensations travel down to his crotch, but he hadn’t realised he was now rock solid—and that he was, suddenly as if by magic he could feel it, heavy in between his legs. How had it been that easy to get an erection? He hadn’t been able to get himself hard in just over a week. Maybe Namjoon was right—he just needed a woman’s touch…and he was definitely about to get it as you rolled back to him, to his side, your hands outstretching towards his thighs again.

“I-er—um…” Yoongi tried to say something, although what he wasn’t sure at this point, but it didn’t matter anyway because his mouth was bobbing open and closed like a goldfish anyway.

What if something went wrong. You were about to touch him—skin on skin, no clothing barrier. What if he went down in some sort of stage fright? What if you laughed at him? There were too many things rushing around his brain and then you asked the question that made his head spin.

“Do you want to pull your sweatpants all the way down, or just rest them on your hips?”

Wait—what? More options, as if the thought of you holding his dick in your fist wasn’t bad enough—him with his underwear around his ankles was not something he wanted to visualise. He’d scare you away with his bruised, knobbly knees and he began to freak out, your question rendering him speechless, reality setting in. He was sitting on some sort of clinic bed about to be robotically wanked like he was a good in a factory, and not only that, but by someone who was getting more beautiful by each passing second. Why did he ever listen to Namjoon and Jin? He’d have probably gotten more sense out of fucking Taehyung.

“Yoongi,” you nudged gently, shaking his thigh. “Don’t mean to rush you, but we only have fifteen minutes left.”

Your words shook him out of his crazy thoughts and he willed some sense inside of him. He came here to orgasm—before he exploded and he was going to leave ten times lighter than before if it was the last thing he did. He’d pay extra if needs must. He couldn’t leave disappointed, and with that he began to push his sweats down, ignoring how good his name had sounded coming from your mouth, as he followed with his pants, pulling both just past his hips as he made sure not to look down at the pathetic sight below, his dick springing free, surprisingly still hard, even after all his fretting.

He stared straight ahead at the wall, concentrating on reading some instructional poster on how to palm read (yes—really,) as he brought his hands down to his sides to grip against the side of the bed, nervously anticipating your touch, his legs subconsciously rocking as he tried to ease his nerves.

“Tell me if my hand’s too cold or dry, okay?” You asked, your voice low, easing him into it, and he felt your gaze at his face but he didn’t dare look in fear of spontaneously combusting, so instead, he just nodded stiffly, his jaw clenched, counting down the seconds.

He jumped when he felt your hand wrap around him, not expecting you to be so outright straight away. You mistook it for it being to cold, going to release your hold of him and he panicked, one of his own hands raising up to grip your wrist as he turned to face you, desperation in his eyes. If you let go now, it’ll all be over and he’d lose his nerve.

“Oh—it wasn’t cold?” You asked, and he shook his head, averting eye contact once again to stare at the wall, dropping his hand by his side.

“No—just’a surprise,” he mumbled quickly, surprised he even still had a voice.

He saw you nod from his peripheral “It’s okay to be nervous, you know? This isn’t exactly a normal everyday situation. Just try to relax and pretend I’m not here okay—just concentrate on the feeling.”

You were trying to soothe him again, and for the most part it worked, although curiosity nibbled at him when he heard the slight displeasure in your voice when it came to the normality of this. Did you not enjoy your job? Stupid question probably and one he had no right to ask, so instead, he tried to imagine he was in his bed, it wasn’t you with your hand around him—someone else, a girlfriend maybe—a faceless one, but one nonetheless, and he was enjoying his leisurely time in bed—no timer and he definitely didn’t have to pay for it. The thought was nice, but then you squeezed your palm around him, beginning to glide it upwards and his breath hitched, pleasure shooting through his body in different directions as you slid back down, slowly for the most part—setting a pace, as you tried to warm him up.

Shit. This felt good. You’d only moved a couple of times and his skin was already tingling, warmth radiating from his dick to the pit of his stomach and even making his toes curl as he kept his gaze intent on the wall. His hand never felt this good, for obvious reasons—he wasn’t a woman. You began to pump him faster and the pleasure kept on coming, surprising him greatly as it came so easy to him, and he dug his blunt nails into the cushion of the bed, having to grit his teeth as he breathed heavily, trying not to make a sound, pushing all thought of how stupid he looked right now out his head, especially when he felt you run your thumb over his sensitive head, smearing what can only be called his precum—something he hadn’t seen in so long, and as he felt it dampen the tip he almost wanted to look down just to see for himself, but he stopped, jaw clenched as you smeared more, catching more of his skin as you squeezed around the head and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the grunt that left him, the pleasure shooting through his veins like molten lava, making him feel tense and light-headed.

You guessed then, that he liked that, and you ran your fist faster around his dick, making sure to twist and squeeze as you reached the top. Men were simple creatures, Yoongi thought—you didn’t need very many moves to get them going when done right, and that’s what you were doing right now. He didn’t even think it was possible for someone other than him to do a better job to himself (even though he was a bright one talking,) but he was slowly losing himself, the picture of his faceless girlfriend suddenly resembling you a little and he couldn’t stop more grunts from leaving his tightly lipped mouth, your hand now sliding down his shaft with such a force, every time it hit the base it sent a thud and a vibration to his balls; painful pleasure that had him curious.

It wouldn’t hurt to look down, he was sure of it. He was sick of looking at the wall and he needed a different visual, one that was making his body begin to vibrate. He peaked a look, hanging his head a little to test the waters and let out a groan. His dick had never looked better in someone else’s hand. It even looked bigger because your hand was so small, and he leant back a big, adjusting the angle so he could watch clearer, his arms beginning to tremble, and if his jacket was off, his veins would probably be pulled taunt to the skin, his grip on the bed tightening with every jerk of your hand.

You had painted your nails a bright pink and they popped against the redness of his dick’s head as you rolled your fingers over it, smearing more of the precum that kept on leaking out of him—a reminder that he was for sure going to come before he left this room, and just the thought alone had his chest begin to heave, his mouth finally opening to let out small pants as his balls began to ache a little—not truly at the end, but he felt the cogs turning, like a stiff motorcycle being started for the first time in years. Honestly, it felt like his sperm was travelling all the way from his toes—traveling from all points of his body as he began to tighten and shake with the feeling. He had so much come in him he wouldn’t be surprised if it had to be stored in different pockets in his body…not that it was possible, but if it was, that’s what was happening to him right now, and his body reacted once more when you squeezed again at his head, stilling all movements to press your closed palm against the sensitive skin, before pumping your hand at a quicker, more vigorous pace.

His head flew back, a noise so unlike him leaving his throat he was stunned for a moment; it was borderline desperate—a man crazed as his panting got louder, coming from his open mouth with a rattle as his fringe hung in all directions, his jaw slack and he didn’t care what he looked like right at that moment in time—he just wanted to come—to feel your smooth—so totally not calloused—hand work him past the point of no return. His reaction must have shocked you a little though, because your movements faltered as he felt your gaze on him, and he was so far gone, his voice left him like a plea.

“Please—please, don’t stop.”

He didn’t care how desperate he sounded, he just needed this. He could feel every nerve in his body prick up as you listened, adjusting your hand to just surround the head of his dick now as you concentrated on getting him to his destination. One way ticket to cumsville, and he almost scoffed—Jin would probably like that one, his sense of humour was skewed, but he didn’t want to waste time thinking of him—or jokes, as he felt sweat begin to form at his hair line, perspiration lines running down his temple as he couldn’t help but groan again, trying to concentrate on the feeling of your hand against his dick, your wrist snapping quickly over the sensitive flesh as his stomach twitched and his groin muscles clenched.

It was honestly stated to feel painful now. He could tell he was close—he could never forget that feeling—but he didn’t remember it being this hard to follow through. It was as if his sperm was fighting against some invisible wall, trying to penetrate it—trying to break free, but it was proving harder to do, and he was very aware his face was flushed as he grit his teeth again, using every last bit of will power he had (which wasn’t much after coming to this place,) to push himself over the invisible line.

He almost forgot you were here he was concentrating so hard, until he brought his hands to his thighs to grip instead, his hands sweaty from the faux-leather furnishing of the bed, sort of wishing he had chosen to lay down because right now he was in fear of falling backwards, feeling the painful pleasure lap in waves around his body—that was until he realised your hand was already atop his thigh, the pads of your fingers massaging circles into his cloth covered skin, as if to subdue him through his mental breakdown, and his fingers pressed on top of yours accidentally, the touch making electric shocks fly through him, warming up his chest before flying to his dick, the tip twitching at another unfamiliar, but oh-so needed touch that he had missed.

When had your hand even gripped his thigh, had it always been there and he was too preoccupied in himself to realise? Well, duh, this was about him anyway. You obviously took no pleasure in this—just another weak-willed man losing his shit over a wank—men were capricious creatures and god; did he know it. Was touching you like this alright? He meant, it wasn’t inappropriate, right? He was just trying to gain a grip on himself to plunge him back to reality because right now it didn’t seem like he was on this planet. However, you didn’t move, just let his sweaty fingers squeeze around yours, his knuckles turning white as his balls ached further. The thought of you massaging them flashed through his mind, but he didn’t know if requests were a thing, and he was too embarrassed anyway, so he kept shtum, pressing his toes into the tiles on the floor as his whole body began to tremble.

He was so close, but something was holding him back. He could feel it, but he didn’t know what. He needed something else, not even the attention to his balls, even though it had felt nice when your fingers had glazed over them earlier—but something more, something emotional rather than physical. It wasn’t just the touch of another he’d missed, but something else…and he couldn’t think what it was, until you spoke again, your voice breathy and mellifluous—calling him, encouraging him—helping him…

“Yoongi, it’s okay—just let go for me.”

He turned his head to face you, the first time since you’d started, his eyes open wide as he continued to pant and he felt he was really seeing you for the first time, eyes darting around your face; your mouth, parted, your cheeks slightly flushed with exertion and your eyes—blown out slightly as you watched him intently, and he frowned a little in confusion—you weren’t supposed to be enjoying this, were you? He was sure pupils dilated when somebody was sexually aroused… his were surely pure black by now, but the thought was gone before it had time to manifest inside his head, too far gone to questions things that didn’t really matter anyway…

His whole body was aquiver with pleasure, trembling so deep he could feel it in his bones, and he felt your hand slide out of his grip, grabbing ahold of his instead, to squeeze comfortingly, easing him through the craziest orgasm of his life, moans and grunts leaving him as he felt a tidal wave wash over him, his toes curling, the hair on the back of his neck pricking up and his jaw turning slack, but he kept his gaze on you, focusing on not only the feeling that was flying through him, but your face and your touch—a touch that felt magical and soon enough he felt his balls constrict, a feeling that he hadn’t known in weeks and suddenly he felt a warmth run up his dick the same time you stopped moving your hand and squeezed, sending bursts of white shooting out of him like a rocket, reams of it, some landing on his hoody, some dropping on his thigh, but most caking your hand as he let out the most impossible longest gasp of relief ever, his body still shaking as the pleasure still rolled through his body, buzzed in his veins, his head spinning as he tried to let out little tiny gasps to come back down to earth, the adrenaline rush more extreme than jumping out of a plane.

He was going to need a whole week to recover from this, feeling his forehead begin to turn clammy with his dried perspiration as his heart thudded first erratically, then slower down, pounding against his ribcage, his breathing rattled—his orgasm not only physical, but mental and emotional too, and he found himself blinking away tears that had pricked at the corners of his eyes, the relief so powerful he felt boneless.

He remembered your presence was he felt you with a tissue by his thigh—your hands already clean as you wiped at him, dabbing the spots that stained his hoody too, and he wondered when you had let go of him to clean up… He was in a daze, but his dick—now flaccid, could still feel the tingle of your embrace, and the thought made something stir in his stomach, warming his chest once again.

He tried to shrug you off in embarrassment when he felt you get a clean tissue and dab at his forehead, trying to get rid of the sheen of sweat, but he gave up in the end—what was the point—you’d already seen him at his most vulnerable, and now that the deed was done, he felt himself turn bashful again, blushing deeply as you asked a question that held a strong curiosity.

“When was the last time you did this?”

He knew you meant masturbating—it was obvious. No normal guy who did it often acted like this. No normal guy had reams of come fly out of him as if he’d been storing the shit for months—well, he had, he guessed… There was no escaping your frank question so he just shook his head, chuckling breathlessly in embarrassment.

“It’s been a while… I-I… it just wouldn’t happen…” he trailed off, not making any sense at all, but you got it anyway—of course you did.

“Well, I’m glad I could be of help,’ you smiled teasingly. “They don’t call these healing hands for nothing you know,” and you flaunted your hands in front of him, outstretching your fingers.

Yoongi chucked again, but this time genuinely as he relaxed a little, but still not wanting to meet your eyes as he pulled his sweats back up, his thighs still quaking together with the aftershock. He meant, it was awkward that you’d seen him a position like that and he’d probably cringe about it when he woke up tomorrow morning, but now he was okay…mostly because he’d received what he came here for and everything was again right with the world, but another part of him just felt strangely happy… probably still down to the orgasm though—and the fact he felt about two stone lighter.

He stood up slowly, not trusting his legs and not wanting to make a fool of himself anymore if he face-planted right in front of you and he took a few practice steps, his legs like jelly but working nonetheless, and he looked at you through his fringe, a mumbled, but sincere “thank you” leaving him. He meant it, and as he left the room, a jokey warning from you about “yes, you better leave, otherwise Greta will come,” making him laugh, he said his goodbyes, truly thankful that you had helped him.

It was embarrassing and awkward and a pretty wacky night’s event, but now he truly believed he was fixed. Namjoon and Jin had both said that after one go, they were able to masturbate again, and he called a taxi to take him back to the dorms with the chirpiest voice he’d ever used, a skip in his step as he made his way down the road. He was healed all thanks to your pretty little hands, and he chuckled in disbelief as he kicked a piece of trash around on the floor, seeing his taxi pull up on the curb—who’d have thought that place would have actually worked? The sceptic in him truly believed it was a load of shit, but maybe it did have some sort of psychic powers…

Yoongi was not laughing a week later, or actually, no—scrap that—He wasn’t laughing the next morning, when he woke up with morning wood so hard he thought he was made of adamantium. He couldn’t just deal with it in bed, not with Jin asleep beside him in the bed opposite, so he got up, hobbling into the bathroom to see if he could relieve himself under the soothing warmth of the shower head, but that’s when he knew he fucked up.

He’d fucked up good and proper, because when he gripped his length in his fist, tugging experimentally to test the waters, all he saw was you… His eyes weren’t even closed and all he could see was your face, all he could do was remember the way your hand felt on his dick. He couldn’t even jerk himself off because it just felt wrong.

He couldn’t use the memory of you last night to help him out. You’d already helped him once, it just felt wrong—illegal—to use you again, not without your permission. You probably had tons of pervy men using you for their own personal wank bank, and he refused to be one of them.

But obviously, that brought problems. He didn’t know what was worse—not being able to come from his own disfunction or not being able to come because he didn’t want to imagine you—because he knew he could orgasm no problem with those visuals—your hand wrapped around him with your nails painted pink, your cheeks flushed, your eyes blown out—which now that he’d had time to think about was utterly unexplainable that it hurt his head. You should have been unaffected, repulsed even, but no, there you were, haunting him in his dreams; your pretty face teasing him—morning, noon and night. Now, he was hard 24/7 and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He was so frustrated he wanted to scream. He’d gone from one extreme to the next, and his stupid morals wouldn’t let him live.

However, somehow his morals give him a bit of leeway when he found himself back in a taxi a week later. A Sunday again—exactly a week later and more or less the same time too. He’d told the guys he was going out for a couple of drinks this time, having not even let on that he had gone to the damn hand job store anyway. They didn’t need to know—no one did, and especially now that he was going back for round two…

It just made sense. He couldn’t let himself come to the thought of you, but he could because of you. He was paying for the service anyway, so it was all okay… that’s what he kept telling himself anyway, and it was the only thing he could think of to stop his balls from aching.

So, off he went, hood up as he opened the familiar purple door, the bell chiming as he entered, Greta reading her magazine to greet him (or not so,) once again. He walked forward with a confidence, now knowing what he needed to do—the process, he could say, and he coughed to get the old bags attention. He watched her look up, a flash of recognition in her eyes as she eyed him up and down, before raising her eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“Option number 5, please,” he hummed.

Yes—he was going for a full 45 minutes. He didn’t know why—he couldn’t explain it and he didn’t want to. He didn’t owe anything to anybody, so he took a deep breath and pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. It was his money—money he’d worked hard for, and he’d spend it as he saw fit.

He ignored Greta’s look of meek judgement before she spoke, a monotoned “$80” leaving her as he fished out the cash, and he took another deep breath, gearing up for the question he needed to ask, feeling his pulse quicken.

“Is Aurora here tonight?”

He wanted to cringe. He wanted to curl up into a ball and die, but he needed it to be you—Otherwise what was the point?

Greta nodded slowly, “if you want a request, it’s an extra twenty bucks,” and Yoongi stifled a grimace, willing himself not to feel humiliated as he pulled another note out and placed it on the desk. It was his money… He’d spend it on what he wanted…

“Thank you,” she smiled, creepily gleeful as she placed it in the register, making Yoongi shift under her gaze. “Take a seat, she’s busy right now. You’re gonna have to wait your turn,” and Yoongi felt his heart dip in his chest, the thought of you with another guy—something he’d tried not to think about… doing to them what you’d done to him just through the door to his right as he sat down on a rickety chair.

You didn’t owe him anything. He was doing this for him… No one else… He needed this, and he shifted in his seat, pulling at his sweats awkwardly as he tried to hide the boner that was already forming in sheer anticipation. He’d waited a week. He needed this… and then the door opened and out walked a guy in his late thirties—dirty bastard, Yoongi thought, shooting him a disgusted glance as the stranger walked out, not realising how hypocritical he was being right now—but before he could think straight, he heard your voice calling out a ‘next, please’ and he looked up to see you, excitement in his eyes just as surprise washed over yours…

Yes, he was back…he was just as surprised too.

[chainsaw-honey]

speedin’ bullet 2 heaven - bts min suga

This is came in a dream and it sh00k me so much into making it an imagine. This is my first published imagine. What a concept. I apologize in advance if there is already one like this in existence. I don’t think I’ve read one before, but this concept isn’t too hard to think of.

title: Speedin’ Bullet 2 Heaven

pairing: demon!suga x angel!reader (female reader)

warnings: slight angst; mostly fluff; jealousy; limited smut; cussing

word count: 4,691

part (1/2)

posted: 06/16/17

Third Person POV

Y/N was watching Supernatural and comparing their versions of angels to the real angels. They make them look kind of bad. Not physically, but in the way they act. They make angels seem like jerks. Angels in real life are kind, sweethearted, and hardworking. Angels live under "Teamwork makes the dream work." They don't go rogue. And if one decides to become human, they are turned mortal. That's it. There's no prosecution.

She was in the middle of the most recent episode when she was beginning to get hungry. There was no food in her apartment, so she opted for take out. She then realized that she hasn’t eaten in three days. She’s been trying to catch up with work and her new favorite show.

She got up and started out for her go-to quaint little restaurant. As she was walking, she couldn't help but feel like someone was watching her and following her. It's normal for angels to feel prosecuted, she reminded herself.

She felt herself slowly getting light headed. She didn’t know what was happening until her vision went blank and her body went numb.

She woke up a few minutes later to a light neon purple room. She wasn’t scared. Demons and angels are under a treaty to not hurt each other. Even though it is a temporary treaty. She shook her head to gather her thoughts. What am I doing here? How did I get here? Her stomach grumbled loudly, efficiently breaking the silence. She blushed bright red even though no one was around. Well, that’s what she thought at least.

Standing in the corner, speaking in hushed tones were two people: an older angel and a young demon. She didn’t notice them; she was too busy trying to get her feet and her brain to work together. As soon as she felt her feet wiggle, she tried to stand up. That was a mistake because as soon as her feet touched the ground and her body left the small bed, she went crashing down to the floor. She shut her eyes tight, ready to face the impact. After a few seconds, she didn’t feel the crash; she opened her eyes. There, she was face to face with the most beautiful man she had the pleasure of seeing. She was stunned at his beauty. When she looked into his eyes, she shivered. They were so cold. Is this what it’s like to be a demon? She couldn’t be too sure. Maybe it was just this particular demon. She still couldn’t help but blush. As quickly as he grabbed her, she detached herself from him. She didn’t want to seem clingy or annoying.

“Sorry,” she coughed out shyly. He loved the shy ones. He always thought they were cute. No demons were ever shy. It was always the angels. It’s why he was always single. His father prohibited him from ever even befriending an angel.

He just stared at her with his cold, calculating eyes. She was beautiful no doubt, but he’s a demon and she’s an angel. He knew he’d just ruin her. It’s better to just leave her alone. He couldn’t destroy her. She seemed so pure. She radiated innocence and pureness. She was everything he wasn’t. His dad had a reason. He also said that it’d ruin the whole demon image.

“Are you okay? Do you need help with that?” she asked him, genuinely worried about him. His heart almost melted.

“What do you mean?” he replied with a questioning look.

“You have scratches on your face and arms. May I please tend to them? It’s the least I can do after you risked your life to save mine,” she told him.

He narrowed his eyes. Was this a trick? He knew some angels were tricksters. Looks were deceiving. Just like not all demons were evil or soulless.

He reluctantly nodded his head to accept her request. He wanted to find out more information on her.

She took his arm gently and sat him down where she was previously sitting. Y/N retreated into some of the cabinets to look for a first aid kit. She was more than happy to play the nurse for him and he was more than ecstatic to have her as the nurse.

There was no denying that they were attracted to each other. Anyone with eyes could’ve seen it. But Y/N wasn’t even making eye contact and the demon boy was staring into her eyes, well as best he could. He was completely mesmerized by her eyes.

“Oh, this might sting a little. Please tell me if it’s more than you can bear. I don’t want hurt you,” she mumbled shyly.

“Wait...” he grabbed her arm before she could continue. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N. What’s yours?” he asked genuinely interested. His face was no longer as cold.

“Min Yoongi. But I guess you can call me Suga. Suga daddy if you’re into that,” he replied with a boyish smirk making her face burn red.

“O-oh. Umm... Min Yoongi. What a magnificent name. Where are you from?” Y/N asked.

He gave her a bitter smile. His eyes also reflected his facial expression. “I’m a demon. Where else would I come from?” He sounded so cold. At this point, Y/N thought that she was bothering him but she really wanted to know the truth.

She mumbled, “Well, I’m only asking because I didn’t come from heaven. I came from Earth. My memory may be hazy but I still remember my parents’ names. I’m one of the newer angels.”

That was her cover story. Whenever she was to meet someone that is not an angel, she must use a cover story.

Her eyes became glossy with tears. Before she thought he could notice, she wiped at her eyes and started cleaning his cuts. She bandaged them after disinfecting them. When he felt her touch, he didn’t even feel the harsh sting of the antiseptic. He only felt the spark that went in between them.

I wonder if she knows that demons have healing powers. I don’t know if angels do. Maybe not. That’s information I’ll guard with my life. I don’t want anyone to hurt her. He couldn’t help but want to reach out and touch her. She flinched back immediately.

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” he said with a quiet voice. It felt as if this moment was intimate. He wanted it to last forever. “I should go. My father must be worried. I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

He quickly got up and walked out. “Wait,” she called out. It was quiet but powerful. He had no choice but to oblige. He quickly turned around to the sound of her voice.

She walked up to him and kissed his cheek. “I don’t think I ever thanked you for saving me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

He stood frozen to the spot. His jaw was slightly slack, his eyes were widened, and he was blushing. It took him more than a few seconds to reply. He was so flustered by her mere innocent action. He finally found his voice, “You don’t have to. Thank you for bandaging me.”

He left quickly. He knew he’d be captured under her mystic spell. He left her, half heartedly hoping he would never see her again.

A few weeks passed and they longed to at least catch a glimpse of each other. It was extremely difficult but her assignment allowed her to pass by the gates of hell almost every day. At the mark of the second month, she finally met an angel friend. Well, more like the angel finally had the guts to talk to her. Every male wanted to at least speak to the beautiful Y/N.

“Hey, ummm, Y/N?” the angel asked you.

“Can I help you... umm,” she trailed off.

“Oh, my name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but I’m most commonly called BamBam. But you can call me anytime,” he said lamely.

Y/N let out a stream of giggles at his stupidly cheesy pick up line. She hated when people came up to her like that, but this boy made it so charmingly adorable.

“Please, leave me alone. I’m not looking for a relationship right now,” Y/N replied sweetly.

“Oh,” he blushed bright red. “But can we still hang out? I was just heading back to my apartment. We can go to the park and hang out with the other people? I don’t really have any friends and I noticed that everyone talks about you but never to you. I thought you didn’t have any friends.”

She laughed. “I never thought people even noticed me.” The thought of dating someone never crossed her mind. She only ever thought of Min Yoongi. The sweet yet cold demon boy. She would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t want to talk to him again. He fascinated her. “Yeah. I have time. I was on my way home too. Where do you live?”

“I live in downtown Seoul. I have an apartment with six other angels: Jackson, Jae-bum aka JB, Jin-young, Yugyeom, Mark, and Youngjae,” he replied warily. “Besides, it’s hard to miss the Princess and such a beautiful woman with such an attractive soul.”

“Oh,” I replied simply. He looked at me like he was expecting something. “What?” she gave him a look that basically said you’re weird.

“You’re not going to freak out or anything? You know, since you’re talking to an idol?” he questioned me like she was dumb or something.

“Wait... what’s an idol? What on Earth are you talking about?” she couldn’t help but giggle again.

“I’m in a famous k-pop group. It’s called GOT7. People usually say we have the voice of angels. Personally, I don’t hear it but I mean we are angels,” BamBam mumbled followed with a laugh. She laughed with him too.

She whipped my phone out as they neared the park in downtown Seoul. She wanted to see for herself if he was really an idol. Whatever that is she thought to herself.

After a thorough search, She found out that he really was a famous k-pop idol. she looked at him. “Wow. Impressive,” Y/N said but left it at that. In all honesty, she didn’t really care that he was an idol. He was a cool guy to hang out with and that wouldn’t sway her opinion on him. “Okay, now: let’s go make some people’s day.”

They did just that. The smiles never left their faces. The left the park as new best friends. Each was happy to have found a friend.

That night, Min Yoongi was pacing his father’s office. He couldn’t get her out of his head. He couldn’t stop thinking of her selflessness. It wasn’t just because she was an angel, literally. He was always good with reading people’s auras and hers was the most attractive he has ever felt. He knew that if given a chance to meet and become friends, he’d fall in love with her. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for that or not. His father was an understanding man, just because he was the king of hell didn’t mean he was completely heartless. He was also head over heels for a woman, a mortal woman. Let’s just say, they’ve been in the honeymoon stage for the past 25 years.

“If you keep pacing, you’ll create a draft,” his father spoke as he walked in with six other boys. His members from BTS, a k-pop group. They were known to be sinfully good looking.

“Yeah, what’s wrong, Yoongi hyung? You’ve been acting weirder for the past two months,” Jimin asked.

“Ahh! It’s nothing,” he tried to avoid it. He didn’t know the point of that. They’d eventually find out. “I can’t get this girl out of my head.”

They all cheered.

“Finally this hyung is having feelings for someone,” V input.

“What’s the problem with that? Why aren’t you happy about it?” Jin asked. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“No. She’s a fucking angel for fucks sake! We all know that we can’t have any type of relationship. My father would be called a motherfucking hypocrite for allowing me to date an angel. It is his rule,” Suga yelled in frustration. He was close to pulling out his hair.

The room went deathly silent. You could’ve heard a pin drop. It sounded like no one was even breathing. It was completely frozen for five full minutes. No one knew what to say or do to make the situation any better.

“What’s her name, son?” his father asked.

“Y/N,” he replied in a defeated voice.

“Wow, you take the go big or go home idea really seriously, don’t you? The Princess of Heaven? Wow. You know she has to be engaged with a man by the age of 23? Guess how old she is now, hyung?” Jungkook asked no one in particular. No one answered. “She’s 22. She’ll be 23 in six months.”

Everyone looked at him. “How do you know this information?” J-Hope asked the maknae.

“Oh,” he blushed and threw a fleeting glance to Suga. “I saw her and thought she was really pretty. So, I started to stalk her.”

“I’d expect that from fucking Taehyung, but you? I thought you were the normal one of the maknae line. I guess the title falls to Jimin,” Suga told Jungkook. “You also better leave her alone. If you go anywhere near her, maknae or not, I’ll still personally kick your sorry ass.”

It got quiet again. The room was significantly colder after Suga’s outburst. His words were filled with promise, not an empty threat.

Namjoon spoke up, “You know, we do have a treaty to find a solution to... We could just settle it with a marriage. That way, they can both be under equal rule. It makes it so much easier to make this happen since she’s the Princess.”

“Set a meeting with Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Raguel, Remiel, and Saraqael. Those Archangels are going to get the deal of a lifetime,” the King of Hell stated as he rubbed his hands together.

Y/N and BamBam hung out regularly for three weeks straight. Soon, BamBam was starting to notice his best friend’s recent behavior. She seemed sad and distracted. Currently, they were out eating ice cream before their next assignment. She hasn’t touched the bowl once. It’s been melting for five minutes.

“What’s wrong? I’ve notice you have been spacing out way more than usual. What is it about? Can you at least tell me that? Babe, I worry about you,” BamBam told her.

“Y/N, your father and the archangels are requesting your presence immediately. It’s urgent,” your boss prayed to her before she even had a chance to respond to BamBam. Why couldn’t they call me themselves? Those archangels are so lazy.

She didn’t even get a chance to reply before the person cut her off. w0w. hOw RuDe! She thought to herself.

She wouldn’t exactly be lying if she said that some angels were actually very rude. She’s met nicer demons... like that boy. Min Yoongi. Gosh, no matter how many times she tried to block him from her mind, he just kept coming back. He made her feel things. He was caring, kind, but completely closed off. She felt as if they shared a mutual connection that she had yet to put her finger on.

“Double B, I’m not going to force you to go, but it’d be really great if you could accompany me,” Y/N told her best friend.

He smiled. “I don’t think I’ll be able to go inside, but I will walk you up to the door.”

They walked in comfortable silence. Their thoughts were consuming their beings slowly. Well, more so Y/N than BamBam. They past by a pop up shop and saw that they had friendship jewelry. BamBam got an idea.

He pulled Y/N to the shop. He walked for about five minutes before he grinned. “This is the winner.” He gestured to a simple blue, white, and black bracelet. “This means that even though I may not be with you in person, I can still be present and root for you. I’ll have a matching one.” He leaned in and whispered.

She was tearing up. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such a wonderful person like you. I’m so glad you’re my best friend.”

He smiled back at her, “I am too. You’re such a sweet, sensitive soul. Let’s go get this done before we’re late.”

He told the cashier what he wanted. He left Y/N there and went back. She briefly saw that he was looking at rings. Oh. Does he have a girlfriend in which he is going to propose to? Didn’t know he had it in him. I also didn’t know he had a freaking girlfriend!

Y/N was upset that he hadn’t trusted her enough to say that he had a girlfriend. It had to be after they became friends. He wouldn’t of have hit on her if he had a girlfriend. She knew her friend better than that. Hopefully.

“All done, darlings,” the cashier said with a tender smile. Double B returned to Y/N’s side in an instant with something else in hand. He quickly handed it to the cashier. She gave him a knowing smile and glanced in between the pair. Bambam casted her a confused glance and shook his head. I was confused to.

He paid for the bracelets and the other thing.

“Do you want me to put it on you?” he asked politely.

“Yeah. Please. I wouldn’t be able to put it myself,” she chuckled nervously. He put it on her carefully. He didn’t want to hurt her wrist, rip the bracelet, or pinch her skin.

She let out a bubbly laugh and hugged her friend tightly. She felt so much better. His presence was comforting. She looked at his and it was identical to hers. It had a small heart with their initials in cursive. It was the most meaningful gift she had received to that day.

They walked the rest of the way with small talk. Once they reached the gates, BamBam pulled out a small infinity ring.

“It’s a friendship ring. This is another thing that will help you remember that you are not alone and you have me. Best friends. Even though I met you like two months ago. I swear we are like friend mates.”

I grinned at him. “You’re too pure to be real.”

“Well, I am an angel. What else would you expect? I am the best person in existence.” he replied. “You can get no better than me.”

“Why must you ruin such beautiful moments?” Y/N asked him in a rhetorical manner.

“Hey, kid, you can’t come in here. It’s only for the royals and the royal staff,” one of the guards told BamBam. “Princess Y/N must go alone. Sorry. If you want, you can wait out here with me.”

Y/N shook her head. “Go back to GOT7. I don’t know how long it’s going to last. I don’t want you to wait forever. I’ll talk to you tomorrow and tell you what they want from me this time. Be safe, BB. Love you.”

“I love you more, Y/N. See you tomorrow at Mochi Cafe? Please take care of yourself. If you need me before that, call for me,” he whispered as he hugged her. Wow. This boy is truly like a brother to her.

They let go of each other and walked away to their own new destinations.

She twisted the ring that was put on her left ring finger just moments ago, out of nervousness. She was never called into her father’s business. It only happened once and it turned out okay. She just had to accompany the archangel Michael to business meetings for three months.

She finally found the courage to open the door. Meeting with the archangels was always a difficult task for her. She didn’t notice the blonde boy leave the room in a hurry. Her cold gaze was fixated on her parents. She didn’t mean for it to be cold. It just came out that way.

“Y/N, this is the King of Hell, Mr. Min. Introduce yourself,” my father demanded of me.

She nodded to the archangels and turned her attention to Mr. Min. “I’m Y/N. Please take care of me.” She bowed to him.

She didn’t notice the other six boys until her attention was brought to them by the King of Hell. “These are my boys. Not by blood, but by bond. You may know them as BTS.”

“Sorry, I only know GOT7,” she sassed back lightly.

She took a deep breath and stared at all of them dead in the eyes. She wanted to leave the drop dead silent room. She still hadn’t answered her mother’s request of introducing herself. She wasn’t going to but the silence got too much.

“Hello, I’m L/N Y/N. Please take care of me,” she said with a full 90 degree bow. Her mother looked pleased, but it quickly turned into a look of worry when she realized her daughter wasn’t happy.

“Boys, introduce yourselves,” the King of Hell demanded. So arrogant. Y/N couldn’t help but hope that the apple fell far from the tree. She couldn’t stand arrogance.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook. Unfortunately not your future husband,” he stated with a cheeky wink and a bow. He was met with a hand to the the back of his head and a harsh scolding. The rest of the boys just laughed at his misery.

“I’m Kim Taehyung, most commonly known as V,” the next one said with an adorable rectangular smile.

“Park Jimin. But you can call me Chim Chim if you want,” he said with a friendly grin.

“I’m Kim Namjoon. I go by the nickname Rap Monster, but you can call me Sex Monster. If your man ain’t hitting it right, you can always call me. I’ll leave you with a good time.” Someone also slapped the back of his head. Much harder though.

Y/N didn’t know how to react, so she remained emotionless.

“I’m Jung Hoseok. But you can call me J-Hope. I’m so excited to finally meet you,” he gushed. He’s the one that slapped the previous boy.

She gave him a microscopic smile. She turned to look at Michael with a raised eyebrow. He had this sense of superiority towards demons because he thought all of them were absolute scum. Not all demons are bad. Y/N truly stood by her belief.

“I’m Kim Seokjin or just Jin. I’ll make sure these boys are nothing but nice and friendly to you,” he was the one that hit the back of the first boy’s head.

Y/N twisted the ring on her finger. She felt her mother staring at the piece of sentimental jewelry. She caught her mother’s eye but quickly turned away.

“So, which one of you is getting married to me? Gosh I hope it’s not you or you,” she said as she pointed to Namjoon and Jungkook.

The boys looked around.

“Where did he go? Did he change his mind? Cause if he did, I’ll do it in his place,” Jungkook insisted.

“Mr. Min, where is your son? Is he still thinking about this? Look, I don’t know how you work, but I want them to actually meet before anything is signed and ready to happen. If my daughter does not like how he treats her, there is no deal. I know you need our alliance more than we need yours,” the Angel King told the Demon King.

Outside, Suga was freaking out. His usual cool demeanor was gone. He didn’t want to mess this up but he felt like he already had. He ran his hair through his hands and took deep breaths before entering the room. His nervousness was only picked up by his friends. They immediately started to tease him.

As soon as his eyes landed on Y/N, his nervousness went away and it was replaced with giddiness. That is until his eyes fell on the ring on her finger. His eyes hardened and he wanted nothing more than to ask where it came from. He was insanely jealous but he would never make it known.

“Hey, Y/N, is that from your boyfriend?” Jimin asked with a mischievous smirk. Y/N couldn’t form a coherent sentence without wanting to punch any of them.

She just stared at him. Jimin got nervous and looked away. Y/N’s eyes lit up with mischievousness but her face remained stone cold. She didn’t wanted them to know that she was actually enjoying their presence without them even talking to each other.

“Yoongi, meet Y/N. Hopefully, you’ll like each other enough to finish the deal and get married,” Mr. Min announced.

She flinched back at his words. She turned to look at the boy that was supposed to be her future husband. Her whole body froze. She could’ve sworn she was getting tunnel vision. He was all she could see and vice versa.

“Oh. I guess we won’t have to wait that long then. They’re already making heart eyes at each other. I give it at least a week and a half before they start dating for real,” Kim Seokjin whispered to his friends. Min Yoongi just went red.

“I don’t know him that well. I also doubt he’ll like me,” I said Jin. I turned to look at my parents. “May I be excused? I have to meet my best friend.”

“Yes sweetheart. Also, start making time for Prince Min Yoongi. You have to start getting to know each other. For the benefit of both kingdoms, I implore you to try,” my father directed to her.

She simply nodded and walked away towards GOT7′s dorm. She thought she needed extra pairs of ears to listen to her current situation and help her figure it out.

Min Yoongi gazed at her retreating figure longingly. He just wanted to talk to her now.

“Now, let’s have a talk. I don’t really need to have this whole arranged marriage deal. I’m only agreeing because she needs protection. Specifically from your kind. The Shapeshifters are after her. They aren’t afraid of angels, but they are afraid of demons. I don’t have the means to silence them yet. You have your own reasons as to why you want this marriage to happen. She will have to stay in your kingdom when they attack us for her. They’d never think of setting foot in your dwelling,” the Queen told the others that stayed. The archangels were dismissed when Y/N left.

Yoongi’s interest was peaked. “Why do they want her?”

“Well, they won’t rest until the arrogant Prince Luhan claims her as his. We’ve tried faking marriages, but he’s immoral. He wants her as his wife. But, it could only end in disaster. As they have soulmates. If they accept someone that is not theirs, they may go crazy. He would end up hurting my daughter and he’d hurt every species he can get his hands on. Including yours,” the Angel King said.

The King Min became more serious. No longer was this just about Min Yoongi becoming happy. It was also about the survival of theirs and all other kinds. The King of Hell was thankful that he brought this topic up. Now, he needed to make sure this wedding went through. His nereid wife  would be devastated if her kind was obliterated. He didn’t want his wife to be mourning deaths he could’ve prevented.

Everyone was stunned to silence.

“I will protect your daughter with everything I have. Everyone must live and coexist in peace. No one will die if it can be prevented,” Prince Yoongi promised.

[bangtan-spells]

Yoongi Scenario: Million Reasons.

Request: DO you think you could write a scenario where Suga and the reader's (she's an idol that debuted around the same time as them so they've always been friends basically) relationship becomes public and there's a lot of hate so they start avoiding each other and it gets really hard for the both of them.  + Hello! May I please request a Yoongi scenario in which the reader is his best friend who he is very affectionate with, and he has trouble sleeping so he walks to the reader's apartment in the middle of the night and it was raining so he's soaked. Thank you for your hard work! I hope it's not too complex.

Genre: Romance / Drama

One of the things that made you angry was the fact that you didn’t know who had found out about your relationship, or more like who had sold you to the netizens. The best way to describe everything that had happened to Yoongi and you the last few months would be if you compared it with an avalanche. It was like the two of you had been at a mountain at the very top of the world, together, but when you least expected it you had fallen off, and every little thing since then had accumulated making that fall bigger and bigger, leaving you at the end hurt and cold, you didn’t know where you stood anymore, but in the fall you had had to let go of Yoongi’s hand.

The fans had been ruthless, they went far beyond not taking it well, the netizens bashed the two of you for being deceiving and untrue to your fans, and the talk shows only spoke about the sneaky couple that had managed to keep the relationship a secret for such a long time, three years, you had pulled it off for three years and in a moment everything was ruined.

You hugged your knees to your chest as you saw the new threads on the internet about Yoongi and you, there were still a lot, but since your last statements it had diminished a little. After everything blew up, both your agency and Big Hit stayed quiet waiting for your confirmation on what to do next, you had kept it that way for a week or so, in which the fans and the press only were motivated to investigate more until they found a video tape on a security camera that showed clearly the two of you holding hands and sharing a few kisses in a parking lot.

You remembered that day, he had just come out of prerecording mcountdown and you had gone there with your manager to discuss a few things about your next stage, while your manager took care of that you had met Yoongi, you had thought that nobody was around and yes you had carelessly showed affection, dating wasn’t easy for neither of you, so you took any chance to share a kiss or to just touch him. You had thought that you could do it without harming anyone, but judging by how the fans reacted when the news went out you had no idea.

You tried to hold it together, but after the video tape was out both of you were the targets of the scorn of the fans, more you than him you had to admit, your fans were protective but his were another deal, maybe because of the fact that he was a man and had more fangirls who had demonstrated to be more extreme. You had been the target of false rumors and accusations ever since, everybody harassed you to say something, anything about Min Yoongi, and you had wanted to be brave and strong and just face the world by his side, tell them that yes you were together and happy, and that you planned to stay that way. But that was just a dream, your agency realized that this could end with your career and thus you had had to say the unthinkable to a media reporter.

“We dated a few times but it wasn’t serious, we are not together”

You had said that without telling him, instead of all the things you wanted to say you had told a lie to save yourself, but that lie had become a fact, you had months without seeing Yoongi.

It wasn’t that you had broken up, you still spoke pretty often, but after what you had said you knew you had drawn a line, one that left you in one side and Yoongi completely out of it, you had had a chance to say the truth but you had chosen not to. Because of your career, for your safety, because you had been afraid, and now you were losing him.

You had explained Yoongi that you had only said that so you wouldn’t be bothered, because you still loved him so, and he said he understood. Then why you had more than four months without seeing each other?

You were embarrassed of it, but you had tried to go and meet him and to plan secret reunions for the two of you, but somehow all those times he was busy, even when you knew he was in Korea and you had thought hard about the days he’d usually have free, he always had something to do. You had thought that keeping a distance at first would make things easier, but as it grew wider every day you couldn’t stop from feeling this had all been your fault.

Feeling your cheeks moist you tried to keep your tears, you had rehearsals tomorrow, you couldn’t afford being puffy, but knowing that perhaps Yoongi and you were really getting at the end of your path together made you feel like nothing mattered anymore.

I miss you

Yoongi read what your message said and his heart jumped and dropped. How long it had been since he had kissed you? Since he had talk to you? But really talked to you, not the scarce text messages that you sent each other lately, you used to talk about anything and everything, since you two were trainees in different agencies dreaming with debuting, you talked about the unsure future and how music was the only thing getting you going forward with your dreams, you had told him your secrets and Yoongi had confessed his to you. Since the start you were his best friend and now you were so far apart that he couldn’t even tell you how much he missed you too. 

When you started dating Yoongi knew there was the risk of this happening, but with you everything just felt so natural, how could being with you be so wrong? Why couldn’t people understand he felt alone too, that he chose to be with someone because he wanted to love?

Before it had been so simple and now it was too complicated, the fans, the managers putting pressure on both of you, the reporters who were annoying but not as much as the netizens. 

Yoongi wanted his best friend back, he wanted you, be able to touch you and talk to you, hear your opinions and share stories, he loved you, but still he had put a wall, because that was the “right “ thing to do, he couldn’t be selfish and just think in what he wanted, he had to think about his members and about you, this could destroy your career, your dream, and Yoongi didn’t want to do that.

He looked down at his phone and his fingers moved with the thought of you, he missed you so much.

Rehearsals had been a bitch, but the exercise and the feeling of sore muscles somehow felt satisfying, you appreciated it, as it eased your mind from your constant thinking of Yoongi, he had said it back, that he missed you too, but after it instead of doing something about it he hadn’t said anything else and you didn’t feel like you had the strength to keep up the conversation.

After rehearsals at the company which took you practically the whole day, you went home to study the lines for a new CF for Etude House, you were one of the new models and you’d be filming later that week. It also gave you an excuse to just be at home. The perks of being a soloist was that you could have your own space but sometimes you felt lonely, more now than before, since in the past you had always had Yoongi, your best friend and boyfriend.

You practiced until you felt like you had somehow mastered it, it wasn’t a complicated dialogue, but you had to practice it with a cutesy act that sometimes could a seem a bit forced, you always criticized that on actresses and other idols so now you didn’t want to do it and look stupid. Sighing you left the papers aside and realized you hadn’t had anything for dinner, but looking at the time you saw that it was way too late to eat. Your manager was strict with diets and after 6pm you couldn’t eat anything, if she saw you eating at midnight she’d have a heart attack.

Trying to forget about your empty stomach you checked as you always did at every given chance if you had any messages from Yoongi, and this time you had one.

There are so many things I want to tell you 

You couldn’t deny how just that made you excited, you wanted to hear him and be there for him, but at this moment you wondered if that was even possible. You thought about the right way to answer him, but you just went with the simple truth.

Me too

Yoongi just stared at his phone’s screen, he had sent the other text impulsively, which didn’t mean it wasn’t what he was feeling, but he had sent it without even thinking about what could happen if you answered that you felt the same way. And you did. So now that left him with a question on his head and a lack of sleepiness.

Usually he’d fall asleep as soon as touching the bed, but how could he do that now? When all he could think about was you, the sound of your voice when he was listening to you and the soothing rhythm of your breathing when you heard him speak. Yoongi closed his eyes and waited, he turned around and repeated, once, twice and many more as he tried to just forget about it and just fall asleep, but he couldn’t. Yoongi missed the way his hands would caress your waist under your shirt, and the way you’d bump your foreheads together on purpose.

He had avoided you thinking that it’d go away, that this feeling as everything else would pass and that would be it, but he couldn’t get you out of his mind. Yoongi opened his eyes and took a deep breath, he didn’t want you out of his mind.

Checking that Jin was completely asleep he stood up and rushed through his things, he threw on a hoody and a pair of jeans, he ran a hand through his hair after washing up his face and mouth quickly, someone was up in Hoseok’s and Jimin’s room, but Yoongi darted out, putting his shoes fast before someone could see him.

It was way too late for a late night walk, he was well aware of that, but then this wasn’t simply a walk around the block. He knew where he was going, you didn’t live too far from their new dorm,  he walked faster as he felt the longing burning his nerves, and then he felt it, the rain shower falling without any warning.

It was easier to come back, he was still closer to his dorm than to yours, but Yoongi adjusted his hood and went on, maybe this was completely insane, but what the hell, he didn’t give a shit anymore, he wanted his best friend back.

You woke up alarmed, your phone was ringing insistingly and you cursed loudly for not putting in silence before sleep. But then you saw the name on the screen and your heart seemed to halt for a second. 

-Yoongi-

Hesitating about picking up or not you just stared at it for a few seconds before it stopped ringing and then it went on again. You were startled once more but this time you picked up.

You couldn’t believe what he said, even less when you peeked out of the window and and saw it was pouring, he had to be crazy to do something like this, he’d to be… You jumped out of bed and pulled yourself together at fast speed, not changing your pajamas but at least a bit mouth wash to not smell like a pig. How much time you had without seeing him? You couldn’t recall right now, your nerves overflowed as you went downstairs and saw him just under the little roof outside the building.

-Yoongi… what?-

-I’m here- he said as if you have been waiting for him from a long time. He was soaking wet, that red hoody drenched, drops slid down his face and dripped from his hair. God, you had been waiting for him for so long.

-Come-

You went upstairs, so late at night no one was around to see you, but you rushed him to your apartment nontheless, you had to get him out of those clothes or else he could be sick.

-Don’t do this again Yoongi, how can you just walk in the rain? At night, alone, and it’s so cold, you could get sick, you could get… It’s dangerous, for God’s sake Yoongi, don’t… why did you do that? I mean, why would you…?-

-Y/N- he interrupted you. -I’d do it a million times, I should had done it sooner, but I’m here now- you bit your lip, going to him helping him out of his hoody and the jeans, you gave him a towel and a pair of sweatpants and a shirt he had left there. At the moment you couldn’t think about the fact that he was almost naked, what was important was the reason why he was there, why you felt your heart pounding, and how you felt that this time you couldn’t let him go.

You approached him with another towel when he was fully dressed, helping dry his hair with it creating more proximity between you. -I can’t believe it- you muttered feeling your throat heavy.

-I couldn’t sleep, all I could think about was… was how much I wanted to talk to you, how much we have lost because what other people say-

-Yoongi…-

-I’m here to tell you that I want to do this, and I want to do it right, I want to be with you and if the press or the netizens thinks that’s wrong well fuck them-

You giggled and sobbed at the same time, so you bit your lip to contain yourself but you barely could, not with Yoongi looking you like you were precious, not when he finally was here and he was lacing his fingers with yours -I love you babe, I want this, I want you- you said taking a step closer to him.

Yoongi smiled. -This was much easier than I’d expected-

you laughed again. -Douch-

-I love you Y/N, really, I could’t sleep another night without telling you like this, you are my best friend and the girl I want to kiss and hold, I love you-

You kissed, slowly and gently, your hands pulling him closer and his held you tight to his own body, you walked with your lips dancing together until you found your bed, tonight you’d sleep together, tonight it’d be good. 

There was one million reasons as of why you shouldn’t be together, why you should have make Yoongi walk away from you for good, but this, being together, his skin against yours, your hands caressing his body, and you laying on the bed telling each other everything that your heart held close, both of you feeling like home. Just that was a hell of a one good reason for you to stay together.

[trashynoona]

Little Miss Chubs

I have been so sick it’s not even funny anymore T.T But here’s some Jin love, written drowsily. i really hope it doesn’t suck. lol I promise to check on it tomorrow! Oh, and it will be a 2 part story!

Word Count: 1, 8399

Genre: This is very much just an introduction but probably future fluff and smut ^^

Growing up, you were complete opposites. Your favorite color is black, while he loves everything pink. He lives for the Disney Princesses while you were all about the Avengers. You climbed trees and scrapped your knees while he stood alongside your mothers as they prepared your favorite meals. However, the both of you shared a common motto; food is life. Since your mothers were best friends, they would often prepare delicious meals together and Seok Jin and you would compete to gobble up all the greasy chicken wings and all sorts of fried food; the greasier the better.

 Despite Seok Jin being 2 years older than you, you never saw him as an older brother, in fact, you loved teasing him and calling him the greasy pink princess Jin. It did not exactly bother him that you called him a ‘princess’ but he hated that you refused to call him ‘Jin Oppa’. To get back at you, Jin would tease you by calling you the ‘Little Miss Chubs’. Either one of you would always end up running home crying to your mom because you were always fighting about it.

 In short, the both of you had a love-hate relationship. The both of you enjoyed annoying the hell out of each other but secretly enjoyed one another’s company. Especially when it comes to meal time. Food is never as enjoyable as having it with one another. However, while Seok Jin was blessed with a superior metabolism and prince-like good looks, you were cursed with a potato sack for a body. Through the years, you grew horizontally more than you did vertically.

 As you reached high-school aged, your mother enrolled you in the same school as Jin. He was very much one of the most popular kids in school. He has grown to become extremely good looking and he was more than aware of his good looks. He seized the opportunity to blow kisses and winked at girls in school; causing everyone’s heart to flutter whenever he passed by. You on the other hand, chose to lay low and avoided your childhood friend. In fact, you felt inferior to his good looks and popularity. One day, your friend Sook Min found out that you grew up with Jin and begged you to help her score a date with him. With her constant begging, you decided to give in and asked Jin out one day. You decided that, afterall, Sook Min wasn’t ugly and possibly Jin’s type anyway.

 When Jin arrived at the café you had arranged to meet, he noticed you guys had company. You tried to excuse yourself with a shitty excuse like ‘oh I forgot, I needed to run errands for my mom!’ and left Jin and Sook Min together. Jin was furious, but being the gentleman he is, he went ahead with the date.

 The next day when Sook Min returned to school, she simply had to brag to everybody she knew that you scored her a date with the Prince Charming Kim Seok Jin. Eventually, everyone grew envious of you and started bugging you to pass him letters and presents on their behalf. You would always return home with boxes and bagful of gifts addressed to Jin. He did not like it at all but decided to endure, but as time passed, it got more and more out of hand. Jin got terribly angry and shouted at you.

 ‘What are you?! Santa Claus? Why the hell would you bring all these gifts back? Jin shouted.

‘Why are you being angry at me? They’re meant for you anyway.. can’t you just be a little kind to at least look at them? You questioned, confused.

‘Well if you liked them that much, maybe you should date them instead.’ Seok Jin answered coldly before throwing his boxes of presents in the trash.

 You were enraged. You could not understand why Jin reacted this way. You thought he was being cocky and rude for not appreciating the girls’ efforts. Being a chubby and unpopular girl, you knew exactly how it feels to be insignificant. Hence, you decided to pick up all of Jin’s presents, read through them and wrote a thank you note to each girl. The girls almost lost it when they received a reply from Jin. It made you feel glad, afterall, you believe everyone should be appreciated.

 However, your actions made one person insanely furious. Seok Jin dragged you out of class one day and confronted you.

 ‘What do you think you’re doing?! He asked.

‘I.. I just wanted the girls to feel appreciated.�� You tried to explain yourself.

‘What are you? Don’t you have any pride? Picking from my trash?’ Seok Jin was harsh and furious.

 Tears began streaming down your cheeks; consumed by your childhood friend’s harsh words.

 ‘I just wanted them to feel appreciated. You’re popular and handsome. You will never understand!’ You spoke between tears.

‘Why do you feel unappreciated? I appreciate you?!’ Seok Jin questioned. He was confused with your respond.

 Flustered; you pushed Jin away and ran to the bathroom. You hid in the stall and cried your hearts out. He did not understand. Ever since you were kids, you were constantly compared. ‘Jin is so talented and handsome’ people would say ‘oh dear girl, look at your scrapped knees again, it’s going to leave a scar and nobody would marry you.’ You absolutely hated how people compared you and you felt completely under appreciated. As you both grew older, things became harder. Jin was generally good academically and was known for his stellar culinary skills and good manners. While you on the other hand, was a chubby awkward tom boy who had average grades and nothing much to offer.

 Through the experience, Jin and you grew apart. After he graduated high school, he applied as a theatre major and was eventually scouted to join one of the most popular groups in South Korea; Bangtan Boys. Jin’s good looks and quirky personality shone. His fans loved him and the entertainment industry seniors adored him.

 While you on the other hand, decided studies was not your thing. With your mother’s recipe, you decided to open a chicken stall. Except, you only served steamed and grilled chicken. After so many years of being mocked, you have decided to take it upon yourself to lose weight. You were done being called the chubby awkward tom boy. ‘Awkward tom boy’ was the most you could deal with. While you were no longer over weight, you were still a little flabby because well, food was still your bane. But you were glad afterall.

One day, after bangtan won their 3rd consecutive wins, they decided it was time to celebrate. Taehyung had read about a really good chicken place and insisted that the boys visited it. You were busily preparing the meal in the kitchen while bts and their crew was outside celebrating hence you had no idea. All you knew from your ahjumma employee was that 7 young idol boys were here to eat chicken and they ate so well.

 ‘Ya. Hurry out when you’re done. You need to come see these boys. They’re out of this world! They’re probably around your age. Maybe you can date one of them and you can provide them with endless supply of chicken!’ The Ahjumma encouraged you.

 ‘Ahjumma… which idol would want to date a greasy chicken stall owner?!’ you teased.

‘Hey! You can be presentable if you just cleaned up a bit okay.’ Ahjumma tried to fix your hair and wipe of the grease stains on your clothes to your annoyance.

 You did not see why you had to make yourself look good. You’re just here to sell them chicken anyway.

 Ahjumma excitedly dragged you out of the kitchen and to the table where the boys were seated.

 ‘Ah-deul ah, meet the beautiful and talented chicken chef! Without her, you would not be able to enjoy all these chicken ya~’ Ahjumma was excessively exaggerated with made you terribly flustered.

‘Oh thank you so much! The chicken is so great!!’ Jung Ho seok was standing up and giving you the thumbs up with his mouth full of chicken.

 It made you even more flustered.

 ‘Which year are you born in?’ Taehyung asked.

‘Erm 1994.’ You answered

‘Ooooh Jimminie, Jungkookie, she’s our noona!!!’ Taehyung excitedly pointed out.

The 3 maknaes immediately called out ‘noona’ in the most aegyo way possible which made your cheeks redder than they already were.

 Noticing your discomfort, leader Kim Namjoon stood in to neutralize the situation ‘It’s honestly pretty good. As you can see, we really love it.’

‘To be honest, our dorm is pretty nearby, do you do delivery?’ Min Yoongi asked.

Before you could say anything, ahjumma butted in ‘For bts we will! Bts!bts!bts!’ She began chanting.

 It made the boys super excited and everybody started chanting. Just as you were to pardon yourself to the kitchen, you noticed a familiar face looking up to you while struggling to pull apart his chicken drumstick. It was your childhood friend; Kim Seok Jin. He immediately dropped his chicken and stood up. While you on the other hand, being notoriously awkward, you bowed at the boys and ran to the kitchen.

 ‘Erm excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.’ Jin excused himself from the crowd.

‘Little Miss Chubs.. is that you?’ Jin peeked his head into the kitchen looking for you just as you were chopping up a chicken.

Oh. Er, Hi, Seok Jin-ssi, I er did not see you there.’ You muttered.

‘I knew it was you! So nice to see you. Wahh Daebak. You’ve lost so much weight I might have to stop calling you Little Miss Chubs!’ Jin teases as he casually latches his arm across you.

 His thoughtless actions made you hitch. You were confused about how it has been so long since the both of you had communicated and yet he treated you like you were best friends since forever.

  Just then, the crew members called out to wrap up the meal as they had another schedule for the next day. Ahjumma hurriedly packed up whatever the crew wanted to takeaway (which was seriously almost everything; including the kimchi) while you busied yourself with the bill calculation. Jin stood infront of the cashier along with his manager as they engaged in a casual conversation. Although his attention was not on you, you felt your heart racing and your cheeks heating up. You hurriedly convinced yourself to focus on the calculation so the handsome friend of yours would leave.

 Just as the entire crew were about to leave, Jin lingered longer and picked up one of your name cards.

 ‘Ah, so now I have your number and I can order chicken from you 24/7 for old time’s sake right?’ Jin shot you a wink and left before you could say anything.

 You let out a sigh, the least you would have expected was an exciting journey that awaits ahead of you.