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bubmyg · 5 years

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generationsuga - myg

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre/warnings: dancer!yoongi, fluff, brief mentions of tap dancer!jin, taehyung and jeongguk are the justin bieber of 2012 in this universe

word count: 2,756

summary: he’s a commercial hip hop dancer who takes small jobs here and there but mostly spends his time at the small studio he owns with you. you teach ballet and jazz technique classes to disinterested kids who are mostly there for the guy (yoongi) who had an “epic” fifteen second b-boying solo in a kim taehyung video or the children figure out that they have to pay attention to you or else yoongi makes them do wall sits.

There was an extra crack in his spine when he straightened from the stereo but the music emitting from the same chipped speakers wasn’t unfamiliar, track seven on disc three of a five disc set he’d bought before the official opening of the studio. Warm up music, a low fi beat with just enough accentuation to be useful in improv, track seven one he never used (in fact, he barely used disc three at all) because the kids complained enough about stretching and he didn’t need the added distraction of Yoongi, this is making me fall asleep!

The top 40 playlist filtered through Seokjin’s Spotify membership did the trick instead.

The second catch in his spine wasn’t surprising but new in comparison to the wood floors underneath his sneakers, shining from their weekly Wednesday visit by the cleaners. They’d been there for years, just as the mirrors stretching the length of the far wall, complete with two elevated barres, a stack of mats, and an ever growing collection of forgotten pointe ribbons.

Yoongi stared at himself through the same smudges in the mirror, fingerprints appearing no matter how many times he told his classes not to touch them, counting subconsciously in his head and his body moved a fraction before eight without having to be told. His shoes were new, laced for once because you’d scolded him of rolling his ankle and he no longer had the luxury of healing quickly from injuries. Minimal scuffs lined the soles but a new one formed when he toed into the floor, legs freezing while his upper half rolled with an elongated hi-hat. He added an arm without thinking about it, one on his chest, latter pressing straight, wrist locked and palm flat.

The next half a count and he jerked his arm backward, moving in the opposite direction from the flow of his hand, wave of locked fingers catching on the reflection of a variety of plaques hanging on the far wall. His hand in the mirror followed the journey of his career, from a young student with a hat way too big for his head and ambitions to match, ones that jerked his shoulder out of place when he insisted he could copy the ridiculous b-boy position he didn’t even know the name for. He cut the position from his piece and earned his first award, his first scholarship, his first opportunity.

The in between was frivolous, scholarships earning classical training that laid the base for his first appearance, a background dancer on a children’s television show. He was seventeen and had grown into his snapbacks just a fraction more but not enough for him to stand out in the middle row of the formation. University came and he continued to get by on his basics, joining way too many clubs that let him exist without straightening his elbows and extending through his ankles. It was coincidence and talent that brought him to his senior showcase hours after a near breakdown as what would come next, a talent scout scouring the corridors after the show until they located the bleached blonde and offered him an audition for an upcoming music video.

His picture with Kim Taehyung, Tae, became a collage, frames cluttered together on the studio wall with each new video he entertained with the superstar, his friend. Superstardom of Yoongi’s own in the dance world that led him to his quiet house on the outskirts of the city limits within walking distance of a tiny studio he’d bought after a year of sizable paychecks. The bill of sale was framed too, on top of a hoard of receipts from the mirrors, the floors, the mountains of paint, and the new computer Seokjin insisted he buy him if he were going to operate the front desk. He didn’t know he kept it all but he didn’t know why he’d throw away evidence of his passion, either.

The accomplishment wall ended but his focus traveled to the glint of the diamond band shoved snug underneath his knuckle. It wasn’t new and neither were you. The various frames of glossed pictures, diplomas, scholarship announcements, and flimsy receipts were tainted with you.

Your forgotten ballet slipper in the corridor of his first school and your bashful smile when you informed him you had already purchased another pair by the time he returned it to you. The ice you’d brought him for his shoulder and the teasing scold that sometimes practice does make perfect. The easy arch of your back and elongation of your calf on the barre that he could only gape at for thirteen different reasons. The bounce of your stature in the back row of his first television show and his internal decision that he’d rather have your smile lighting up the screen than a half second glance of him completing the choreography. That same smile peeking out from behind his dorm room door, a half second visit to collect your brightly colored bag stacked on top of his stark black one but ending in you being late because his lips pressed against yours one too many times. The flowers in his arms after the talent scout tugged on his elbow from you, your arm falling from around his waist as he chatted with the man but your proud affection never faltering.

The picture in the middle of his Taehyung collage with you wrapped up underneath his arm, your first and only public duet three days before your wedding and a week and a half before the official opening of the studio. Your signature was squished next to his on the bill of sale. Your name was first on the owner tagline underneath the ridiculously large neon sign hanging from the front of the building

“Why get GenerationSuga in size seventy-eight font when you can get it in size two hundred font for twenty dollars more?” Seokjin achieved his wish in the same way he garnered Yoongi’s credit card to buy new tap shoes (“If you’re going to make me teach and run your entire establishment, the least you can do is buy me some proper equipment”). Persistence.

Yoongi was mid turn when the door opened, ball of his foot planted behind his opposite heel, turning him a rotation and a half until he was planted. The indentations in his cheeks grew higher, encompassing his teeth and then his gums as he watched you shake your head, nudging the studio door shut with your hip.

“Pirouette,” He teased, “and a half.”

“You never were good on relevé,” You stepped around him, discarding your half soles and tattered jazz shoes next to the pile of pointe ribbons.

He cocked an awkward pose in response, “And you never could quite count anything other than Beethoven.”

The music had shifted, track eight, something slow and ridiculous. Not quite slow dancing music but not quite dancing music in general. You snagged Yoongi’s hand and dragged him closer. He avoided squashing your bare toes and corrected the position, arm around your waist and hand clasped in yours.

“Why didn’t we ballroom dance at our wedding again?”

Yoongi wrinkled his nose, spinning you in an off beat circle that curled your toes in delicate placements around his shoe clad feet. “Shoulder…” He’d barely been able to hold onto you without crying (for seventeen different reasons, pain the primary) and you said nothing just like you hadn’t since holding ice on his sore muscles years prior in the dingy boys locker room. You’d advised against him trying that one faithful position on set before the first take of your shared Kim Taehyung video. The video was shot in one take because he managed it and then could barely move the rest of the day. Or the next three days. Or the next week.

You hummed, pattering fingertips into the spoken muscle as he twirled you back in, holding you close. “I can’t count and you’re stubborn,” You dug your thumb into his collarbone, “Why do we own a dance studio?”

He dipped you mostly because you knew exactly where to press to make the already weakened muscle give out. “We can sell it to Jin,” Yoongi told the brush of his lips against your cheek, “The kids already adore him. His tap empire would flourish.”

Something shifted in your eyes when you nodded, aiding Yoongi in dragging your figure back up. Softly you moved, resting your cheek against his chest as you moved in a minuscule circle about yourselves, shoulders sagging as your fingers twisted into his shirt.

“What?” Yoongi’s lips bumped against your hairline, “The only person better would be you. You’re—”

“The kids hate me.”

Yoongi stalled your movements. It was silent in the studio. Track eight was the last one on disc three.

“The only way they could hate me more is if I actually used Beethoven in my classes,” You continued, voice grumbled and muffled against him.

He began moving again, back and forth rather than in a circle. Thumbs gentle on the small of your back, lips coating your ear, “Were they bad again?”

Something like terrible left your lips and Yoongi sighed. Well known in the dance world meant idolized by children meant children enrolled at his studio meant children who only wanted to come to his classes and skip everyone else along the way, even if it was in the contract, if they were training just as he and you had in your youth, or if they were simply recreational students with homemade posters of him plastered on their doors. You didn’t take it personally but sometimes it was hard not to.

Yoongi took it personally.

“What if we add an extra hour of technique in today?”

You peeled your cheek from his chest, giving him prime opportunity to cup your face even as you frowned. “Why would we do that? Your supposed to have them next—”

“I will,” He beamed and pecked the confused wrinkle of your lips, “You can teach my class today.”

You stared at him as he continued to poke his thumbs against the side of your lips just to watch your cheeks inflate and deflate. “...you want me to teach a hip hop class?”

“I have some things in mind for warm up today but then yes,” Yoongi kissed you harder this time, letting his nose brush against yours as he pulled away, “I want you to do whatever you want.”

You watched as he strode across the studio, opening the door with a delayed greeting, the sugary sweet hey, guys! on his lips stalled by the tumbling rush of children through the door, chanting Yoongi! like bored parrots. It was like your presence sucked away their voice and enthusiasm, the ripple effect of silence traveling from the first child who saw you all the way to the last until it was just a low murmur among themselves.

“Get your shoes on,” Yoongi was saying, taking to the sound system in the corner to press the auxiliary cord into his phone. “We’re going to do something a little bit different today.”

“Is Miss helping today?”

There was a groan at the suggestion, muffled and panicked on the tail end that they’d actually let it slip and Yoongi smiled in the general direction of the offender.

“Yes, actually,” Your head snapped up when the beginnings of Fur Elise crackled out of worn speakers. “I’ll be running warm ups and then Miss will be taking over from there. Head on over to the wall for me, line up.”

Even as a trained classical dancer, wall sits to a repeating playlist of Fur Elise were among even your own personal hell. The same fury of the children seemed to be turned on you as well, the difference in their usual serene classroom, warm ups skipped by Yoongi in favor of learning a new combination. Their narrowed eyes lasered into you from your frozen spot at the barre, attention only shifting when Yoongi began to speak.

“I’ve heard that your attention seems to be lacking in technique class,” He cocked an eyebrow at a young boy in a baggy tank top until he sunk further onto the wall, “and jazz. And anything that frankly is not this class right here. Is that true?”

Silence.

“You know, I was a young dancer like you guys once. I didn’t use think the basics were important, either. I slopped through jazz one and two. I never made it past two. Everyone else in my class graduated with jazz five. They had to make a special exception for me because my work ethic was horrendous and the instructors were, frankly, tired of dealing with me.”

Someone whined. It’d barely been forty seconds on the wall.

“I don’t want you guys to be like me. I want you to be better than me. Feature in a Jeon Jeongguk video,” A little girl’s eyes lit up, causing her to come out of position. Yoongi didn’t scold her because he didn’t blame her. “And who better to learn from than my lovely partner in crime…”

Your skin flushed hot and you smiled bashfully when several pairs of eyes turned back to you this time without malice. Partially with indifference, partially in apology. Whether it was wall sit induced apology or not, you indulged in it.

“If you’re good and pay attention, we won’t have to do anymore wall sits,” A nod and they all came off the wall with a sigh of relief. “...so pay attention.”

“I won’t go too hard on you guys,” You spoke up finally, arms unfurling from your chest to hang awkwardly at your sides. “Correcting Yoongi’s technique violations in his hip hop lessons is a tiring endeavor.”

There were a few giggles as the hoard of children began to shuffle toward you. Small victories.

“Alright...uh. Spread apart for me…”

Yoongi shut off Fur Elise as you began to lecture on extending through your turnout. Proper arm placements. Pretty hands versus hamburger hands (“I’m not the hip hop expert but I’m fairly certain there’s limited times you need to look like you’re hoarding multiple McDonald’s cheeseburgers in your fists.”). More giggles.

“Oh, so…” Yoongi shoved himself up off the stool in the corner, standing next to you. He cocked his hip at the worst angle he could manage, toes sickled and turned as far inward as he could manage. Ankle weak behind the laces of his sneakers. He made crab hands, snapping them each at you, “Like this, right?”

You glared at him, fond and hopelessly endeared as he hopped, changing legs. He winced as a muscle in his knee twinged but he kept up the act. “See? I can do it to the other side too. That’s important, right? To be able to do things on both sides?”

“You have to be able to do it correctly on one to say you can do it on both.”

Yoongi’s lips twitched and you scrunched your nose at him. Battle cries.

“Mhmm, I think some wall sits might be in order for the teacher this time,” He took a menacing step toward you and you held your ground.

“Make me.”

He caught your waist to the tune of shrieking giggles, lifting and dragging you away until you were out of the studio followed by a train of protesting children.

Bring our teacher back, Yoongi!

Yeah, you can’t steal them! They’re ours!

Bring them back!

Yoongi carried you past the front desk, lips behind your ear while you struggled, gasping for breath between laughter, chaos so much you barely heard Seokjin’s chair clack against the wall and his shouts of Hey! No running in my lobby! Seokjin’s herding and Yoongi’s lead dragged you into the opposite studio, your studio, where he plopped you down on a stack of mats similar to the one in his studio.

A labored breath had your surroundings clearing, finding him hovering above you, shoulders sagging as he tried to collect himself as well. The children were shrieking but you took no mind to it, a smile overtaking your features seconds before Yoongi’s lips descended onto your own. More yelling but it faded away this time as the children fled the scene, entering another Seokjin tyraid as he yelped, “What did I say about running?”

“I stand by my statement. Your turnout is horrible.”

Yoongi nipped at your bottom lip, grinning into the next press of your lips.

“Care to give me a private lesson later?”

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ahundredtimesover · 3 years

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May 2021 Reads

Hello! All my May reblogs of JK fics (x f. reader) are listed below. Please note the angst, fluff, and smut descriptions (’read if’s’ are semi-feedback and guide when I reread the stories). Much love to the authors (reblog, comment, but please be kind) and to our sexy lil tease bun jk 🐰

Sing to me by @bonny-kookoo (f, s) - siren au (read if you want a fairytale-like story and an endearing jk)

Stay in your lane by @luxekook (s) - college au, jock jk (read if you want sexy main characters, fun sexual tension, and hot and funny smut)

Let me drive by @wtf-yoongi (f, s) - boyfriend au (read if you want a soft, light, and chill narration of a road trip w/ gorgeous description of jk)

The hand game by @solastia (s) - boyfriend au (read if you want a quick sexy read of cheeky and hot jk and if you have a hand kink)

Stay by @sahmfanficbts (a, f) - husband au (read if you want something deeply emotional yet beautiful, a quick read of a wonderful love story, and a warm hug in the form of loving husband jk)

Historic moments by @moyochu (f) - workmates au, teachers au, boyfriend au (read if you want a cute quick read of sweet moments & a whipped jk)

Demolition lovers by @livefree-and-diestrong (f) neighbors au (read if you want sweet and soft jk and good conversations)

Endear by @min-youngis (f) - workmates au (read if you want a quick super cute and super adorable story of shy people and their annoying but effective friends)

How to be a heartbreaker by @chemicalpink (s) - fuckboy jk, college au (read if you want a nice quick read of fun dynamics and that hot first scene)

Ride by @maliby (s) - stripper jk (read if you want to imagine My Time jk dancing to Usher and something so self-indulgent and hot and erotic and sexy jk that’ll make you lose your shit)

Inevitable by me (a, f, s) - exes au, parents au, dad jk, baseball player jk (read if you want pain and be soothed by soft moments and fluffiness)

Letters to you by @thedefinitionofbts (a) - time travel au (read if you want a beautiful and tragic love story that will make your heart hurt)

Ravenous by @illneverrecover (f, s) - vampire au (read if you want a soft and light, feel-good story with whipped and shy vampire jk and some good smut)

Treasure hunter by @guksthighs (f) - treasure hunter au (read if you want a light read with a twist and something fun with adventurous taekook)

Bedtime by @triptaech (f) - college au (read if you want a quick read of meet-cute & shy and flustered jk)

Water ripples by @inktae (a, f) - fantasy au (read if you want a well-written sad love story that hurts but is hopeful)

Wherever there is you by @jeonstudios (a) - husband jk, breakup au (read if you want a well-written gut-wrenching, heartbreaking breakup story)

The shoulder on which you cry by @lemonjoonah (a, s) - childhood friends au, small town au (read if you want heartbreak and hope in the form of Namjoon and Jungkook and just something painful and good and the concepts of home and love just pls read)

Helping hands by @eternally-writing (f) - husband jk, dad jk (read if you want a quick read of sweet and loving husband and dad jk)

Sweeter than strawberries by @cinnaminsvga (f) - strangers au, baker jk (read if you want something soft and fluffy and shy and adorable jk)

Anti-baby fever by @gashinabts (a, f, s) - boyfriend au (read if you want a roller coaster of humor, glorious smut, angst, and softness and one of my fave jks)

Indulgence by @ppersonna (s) - boyfriend au (read if you want sensual lovemaking and cute moments and lovely boyfriend jk)

When you’re ready to love + Ready to love (you, officially) by @an-exotic-writer (a, f) best friends au (read if you want a story of idiots being idiots but also of a good friendship, wonderful dialogues, and a sweet and caring BFF jk)

Dexterity + stupidity drabble series by @hueseok (a, f, s) - workmates au, hospital au, doctors au (read if you want cheeky but shy jk and so much sexual tension and glorious smut and a bit of everything)

Wildflowers by @koyamuses (f, s) - fae au (read if you want a sexy, soft read of sensual lovemaking with a touch of magic and an enchanting setting)

Beauty and the beast by @/guksthighs (a, s) - fae au, fairytale au (read if you want good storytelling of a classic, with the fantastical elements and great smut and wonderful characters)

Quarantine by @bts-bay-bee (s) - roommates au (read if you want tension and hot smut)

Doubts by @jimlingss (a, s) - boyfriend au (read if you want something heavy but relatable and just emotional and a bit heartbreaking)

Lemon sherbet by @extravaguk (a, s) piercing artist jk (read if you want something fun and sexy with really goooood sexual tension and just a hot but caring jk)

Play thing by @koocycle (a) - college au, jock jk (read if you want something playful but a little angsty and dangerous and intense moments and good sexual tension)

You come in waves by @angelguk (a, s) - werewolf au, best friends au (read if you want something sooo hot - literally and others - with really good sexual tension and smut and a dash of good angst)

Performances by @littlenoona (s) - strangers au (read if you want shy fanboy jk and something soft and sexy with good and tender smut)

Will you keep it down? by @mid-weast (a/f) - neighbors au (read if you want something fun and entertaining for the bickering and a bit of sexual tension at the end)

So close to perfect by @seok-jinnies (a) - boyfriend au (read if you want an angsty with idiot & guilty jk & strong OC but satisfying read)

I’m still sore from last night by @solarwonux (f, s) - boyfriend au, single dad jk (read if you want single dilf jk and something soft and sweet and sexy)

Our little girl by @blu-joons (f) - parents au, husband jk (read if you want fun banter but cheeky and sweet husband jk supporting his wife during labor)

Everything’s alright + Sweet Saturdays by @guklore (f, s) - boyfriend jk, college au, jock jk (read if you want fluffiness and sexy time and jk being a sweet and supportive, warm-hug type of boyfriend and something to make you smile)

Guarded by @junghelioseok (s) - bodyguard jk (read if you want a quick read of something fun and sexy)

Prima nocta by @taesinferno (s) - royalty au, king jk (read if you want an interesting premise, good setting, and good smut)

Space by @jeonsweetheart (a, f) - boyfriend au (read if you want whipped, cutely annoying, clingy, and sweetheart jk and something relevant, a little angsty but sweet)

Written in the stars by @jcwriting (a, f) - werewolf au (read if you want something pretty painful and crying scenes that will hurt but with a satisfiy end)

A dancer’s hips by @inkjam-moon (s) - best friends au (read if you want sexual tension, fun and sexy smut, and fun dynamics)

Heartbreak anniversary pt1 + pt2 by @pbandjk (a, f) - exes au, parents au (read if you want straightforward but heartbreaking dialogue and a realistic take on marriage/relationships)

If I told you + post-script by @gukyi (f) - best friends au, college au (read if you want humor, great dynamic between characters, and a jk that screams boyfriend)

Low libido jk by @hobiwonder (s) - boyfriend au (read if you want a quick read of fun banter and something funny and amusing dirty talk)

Honest fuckboy by @/hobiwonder (s) - college au (read if you want a quick read of cutely annoying jk and fun smut)

Liars, humans and werewolves, oh my by @oureuphoria (a, f) - werewolf au (read if you want something funny with fun dynamics and quirky OC)

I can tell you’re stressed, let’s fix that by @/solarwonux (s) - roommates ah, fwb au (read if you want hot smut and sexy, sweet, tattooed jk)

Concealed weapon by @gimmesumsuga (s) - husband au, mafia au (read if you want intense smut and hot and sexy but sweet husband jk)

Beyond breathless by @saladejin (f) - strangers au (read if you want a fun meet-cute read and adorable interaction and shy jk)

Feels like summer by @badbhye (a, s) - neighbors au (read if you want sexual tension, hot smut, dash of angst, and fun characters)

(monthly reads masterpost)

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Rabid: The Beginning 2

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. But for Jungkook, who spots his mate at an annual werewolf festival, this might be not all that accurate; because your absence makes his heart feel nothing- it only makes him hurt.

Tags/warnings: werewolf traditions, bangtan pack, werewolf jungkook, wolf hybrid jungkook, alpha! Jungkook, omega! Reader, werewolf reader, wolf hybrid reader, romance, a lot of angst, fluff, some rough playfighting, biting, kookers in love, like he's whipped right from the start, but also heartbroken later, whoops, smut, knotting, marking, mates, all that shebang, just read it lol

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Just like you'd told him, you're wearing white.

He spots you dancing around with some of the youngest of what he assumes is your pack, elderly wolves watching you with amusement. He can't help but stop listening to whatever his own packmates are talking about, attention drawn away by your carefree antics. You look just absolutely adorable, and his alpha is restless inside his soul as he continues to watch from afar until a hand on his shoulder breaks his stare. "Go, don't just stare." Yoongi tells him, Namjoon also looking towards him. His ears turn a bit red at being caught in the act. But he adjusts the blanket around his shoulders as if that would boost his confidence, before he slowly walks closer.

Your omega alerts you of his presence.

And as you turn around, your gaze only meets his chest, and he chuckles a little at the fact that you have to look upwards to actually meet his gaze. He'd stayed true to his words too; your carefully knitted creation decorating his shoulders as your omega remarks with delight, happy to see him actually use it.

And maybe you're a little fond of the idea of your scent on him as well.

He shyly admits that he's not that much of a dancer, but let's himself be swept away by your cheerful attitude anyways, allowing you to lead as you two laugh together.

The next day, the two of you walk through the marketplace, him buying you something here and there, carefully keeping an eye on your reaction to certain things to know what to get you. You want to pay each time, but he refuses your money, and tells you to simply take it as a gift. It makes his alpha and himself feel important, like he's showing you that he can provide, that he's a good mate, and that you should definitely choose him. Because even though you're mates, the bond isn't finalized until you actually mark each other.

And he wants you as his.

Because with every word you speak, ever little habit he notices, and every little step towards him, he feels more and more like he's actually falling in love. It's weird, how he can feel so strongly for someone he's just met a day prior- but he does, and he can't help himself.

"Do you believe in fate? And like.. mates being destined?" You ask, while the two of you eat ice cream and watch the sun set. He looks at you, eyes wide open as he shrugs a little. You continue. "I.. like to believe in it. I read about it so often that I want it to be true." You say, not looking at him.

"It could be." He says, and now you look towards him, as he smiles a bit bashful. "I mean.. we don't know each other that much yet but I like to think that we could be like that. You know, destined and stuff." He says, holding the now bare wooden stick in his hand as you finish yours too. You noticed before that Jungkook is oddly old-fashioned; making sure to uphold traditions, but you assume that's simply packlife. Nowadays a lot of wolves don't live in packs, deeming it too old-school, so they become independent. You're not like that and neither is he- and it just adds to the several other qualities he has. He's good looking too, there's no denying that and has good manners. He knows what to say although sometimes he can become a little frantic and shy.

You think it's cute though.

He's a refreshing change to the other alphas his age, not nearly as dependant on their inner wolf like he seems to be. He mentions his alpha briefly here and there, but it doesn't seem like it's a vital part for him. He truly makes you feel like he's genuinely interested in you, not just as a mate.

And as you're sitting there quietly watching the sunset, you scoot a little closer to him, fingers touching as they rest at your sides, before growing bold, moving even closer, as you lay your head against his shoulder.

Yeah, maybe you could be those destined mates everyone reads about.

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thatbangtanbloom · 3 years

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petals | bts [1]

petals | bts

teaser | [1] (could be read without the teaser)

characters: kim namjoon, kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook, reader

pairings: ot7 x reader

categories: angst, fluff, (light???) smut

genre: idol!bts, idol!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: reader is a bit sensitive but comes out of her shell slowly,, uhh,,, grinding???, making out ;) , sad kissing????, hoseok is lowkey whipped for reader, so is jimin,,, taehyung is a little mean for like 2 sentences

a/n: this first chapter introduces the reader, j-hope, and jimin! more members will be introduced with reader next chapter :]]

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The seven of them may not have been bound by blood, but they were in every other way. Their interests often aligned and common actions were shared where sometimes they did not know where one began and one ended. They began their days together as they made their way to the practice room and ended it when they loaded into vans to make their way back to their shared dorm.

It wasn’t as though they had never noticed the fundamental difference between the seven of them and you. They were keenly aware of it whenever the stylist squeezes you and your other girl group members into shorts opposite to their pants or the added slits to accentuate your figure when suits were the dominant style. Yet, your performance was the tipping point.

Each of them had drawn silent as they watched you move like a siren across the stage. The male dancers seemingly falling at your feet while your white chiffon hugged your every curve, floating like water with each move to the beat. Never mind that you were in a group with seven other girls, all of their eyes could only be glued to you.

They would like to think that it were the performances that had them glued to your every move - that it wasn’t the remnants of false dreams that led them to watch you like a hawk. Almost like wolves, they would be eager to pounce at you if there was one misstep. Yet, you made none.

Hoseok was the proudest of them all. He purposely would stay up to watch you practice, giving helpful tips to evoking further emotion.. but this? Seeing you move this sexily as an enchantress almost made him feel weak in the knees.

They had attempted a lot to make you feel welcomed into their tiny home of seven. When BigHit informed them that the top trainee from Produce 101 would be joining their company left a sour taste in their mouths, but after learning it had been you who captivated millions, their worry lessened. BigHit had provided themselves on growing from the ground up - working organically to cultivate each trainee with precision, sincerity, and perseverance. Their own premonitions of how you functioned as an artist did make them question your credibility. It was only a matter of time before their watchful eyes looked after you since your pre debut days. The trainee girl division of BigHit had been long gone, but BigHit could not let go of you, not after so many monthly evaluations, tearful performances, and years going down the drain.

It was not as though you were coming into the group empty-handed. You had your own fan base from the show and project group who swore to stay by your side no matter what. Admittedly, your fan dynamic was a bit more mixed - guys eagerly flicking to see you and the other girls in school uniforms while you belted your heart out. The latest addition was the reassurance that BigHit needed to their girl group that they intended to put together.

“She doesn’t belong here.” were the first words you heard when your bags finally were placed down. It had been Taehyung who had uttered such words. You instantly find your blood run cold from the words. You could not quite understand why Taehyung was so against you. The two of you had never spoken more than three words to one another outside of promotional shoots where you were slated as an MC for the few shows variety was on.

Nevertheless, you tucked your head down and followed your other group members to the practice studio where you would dance for hours on in. You would practice until your limbs ached, taking every moment of a break as one step closer to the solace of your bed when comeback preparations were soon approaching. But every time you rested for just a moment, you could remember the echo of Kim Taehyung’s words. She doesn’t belong here.

Unbeknownst to you, not every member of BTS was antagonistic towards you. In particular, Jung Hoseok admired your tenacity more than anything. The two of you spoke in quick words, him congratulating you on your variety show appearances and complimented the way your freestyle had improved over the years. He was in complete awe of you.

“You’re here again?” His soft voice greets you at seven in the morning on the fifth-floor practice room of BigHit Entertainment. You would be embarrassed that you are currently laying on the floor looking utterly disheveled with your gray sweatpants loosely hugging your hips and the way your shirt is drenched with sweat if this were the first time.. but it had not been. He has two iced Americanos in hand and his lovely heart-shaped smile to match. “I swear.. you’re one of the hardest working people I know.”

His words lift your heart and you scramble to stand up and bow deeply to him, “Thank you, senior.” You say before bending a full ninety-degrees to show your respect.

“There’s no need for formalities… aish… are we not close?” Hoseok teases playfully as he places his keys onto the television monitor’s counter and shrugs off his jacket. He has always been one of the more friendly members of your senior group. Most likely because he catches you in the practice room four days out of the week when your leader, Roa, has not realized you snuck out of the dorms in exchange of the four walls. “You can just call me Hoseok. Or j-hope if it makes you feel better.”

You shyly rub the back of your neck, “I.. I suppose we are.” You admit sheepishly as you watch him pass you the iced americano into your hands. His hands are soft and gentle as they overlap over yours. “Congratulations on Billboard and the Grammy’s…. It must be very exciting,”

“Yah, yah, you said that yesterday.” Hoseok has always teased you as his hand raises to your head and pats it gently. In particular, Hoseok has always found your shyness cute. He thought it was sweet that despite years of being an idol, you still never lose the softer parts of yourself. “Let’s talk about you. And Reverie, huh?”

Your girl group, Reverie, had ultimately been a successful feat despite Korean netizens eager to question the validity of putting former IOI members and BigHit trainees as the first girl group the company would produce as opposed to using ‘fresh’ talent. Reading article after the article had made you insecure when they commented on your rather ‘boring’ facade compared to the other members that had charms that seemed to overflow. Were you that bad?

As though reading your thoughts, Hoseok gently clears his throat. “You should show me your dance.” He contends with a warm smile.

Despite only having these secret times in the practice room, Hoseok felt as though he could read you. He noticed your demure way of approaching things that were unfamiliar to you - the sharp contrast for when you performed on stage. If anything, he wanted to help you find the same confidence you felt on stage. He wanted you to find it with him.

“I can do that,” You say as you take another sip of your iced Americano and rush to place it in front of the mirror. You steal a peek from the corner of your eye as the older man settles into the chair and shrugs off his jacket. The other members (most likely Jimin since he tended to be as much of a practice fiend as he was) would not join for another half an hour, so Hoseok was eager to spend this time with you.

His eyes follow your every moment as he leans forward like a man entranced. He’s always admired the fluidity in your movement; the way that you texture changes without warning and how sharp each move is when it needs to be. Like water, you move as one with no disconnecting movements until you want it to be. Quite literally, he thinks your poetry in motion.

The latest comeback is equally as alluring as it is power-based. BigHit quantifying that girl groups should not be held to a double standard meant the choreography being just as difficult as your male counterparts. More than satisfactory for you, it let you feel a greater sense of accomplishment when you hear Hoseok’s claps of approval.

“You’ve improved a lot.” Hoseok remarks with a bright grin as he stands to his feet before walking over. “Though… I would say that this one move could be drawn out more. You’re focusing more on the timing rather than the execution.” He watches as your features contort at his words as you try to piece together what move in particular was he talking about. Could it had been the pas de bourrée? “Here,”

He moves closer to you with a reassuring look in his eyes as his hand rests on your shoulder and slightly presses down, “You’re supposed to have your shoulder go slack, right? You shouldn’t be so tense. Relax.” He says as his fingers trap down your arm to graze over your elbow and tuck it in more. “Your arm was taking away from the focus on your legs. You know the choreography, so why do you dance like you don’t?”

“Ouch,” You say with a forced laugh. You knew he meant well, but from to time, Hoseok did tend to critique you more like you were a member of his own group rather than a junior. Regardless, you were still thankful for his key eye for detail. You never would have deduced it was because he was looking out for you far more than just as a senior, but as something more. “You said last time you wouldn’t be so harsh,” You joke after mustering the courage after fixing your posture and your eyes reclaiming Hoseok’s.

Hoseok chuckles softly, “If I knew you couldn’t take it, I wouldn’t say it,” He remarks gently before turning on his heels beside you. “You’re practicing for the partner stage within the comeback, right? Then you should do it properly.” His voice lowers ever so slightly when he speaks, “With me.”

This hadn’t been the first time you had practiced with Hoseok. Early morning practices often consisted of him arriving at roughly the same time each day, if not earlier, with his small critique prior to him opting for a more hands-on approach. You saw it as nothing more of a senior looking after his junior, but Hoseok saw it as far more than that. How could he not when you were this cute without realizing it?

He wanted to ruin you.

Your thoughts melt away when you feel Hoseok’s hands settle onto your waist, pulling you closer to him as the two of you make eye contact. The way that he looks at you, his pupils slightly dilated with an intensity you can not quite discern, makes you let go of the breath you had not realized you were holding. How come it never felt like this when you were dancing with the actual backup dancers?

“Your leg should rest on my hip, like this,” Hoseok says as he purposely tucks his hand in the dip of your waist to press your waist against him. He’s warm to the touch, much like the sun itself and you have to bit back the blush that threatens to paint on your cheeks. “There, you’re doing good. You’ve always been good at listening.” He praises you as he guides you through the next move. Each moment you spend closer to him has you nearly buckling in the knees when his voice tickles your ear. Did he have any clue what the hell he was doing to you?

You may not have realized it, but Jimin ultimately did. The shorter man has grown familiar with the scene as he tucks his bag under his arm and lingers by the door to watch. He’s not surprised that Hoseok had shown up an hour early for practice in the wrong practice room when he leads you across the room. Jimin has to wonder if being attracted to you is infectious when it seems he is equally infatuated with you. Perhaps even more than Hoseok.

Jimin chuckles to himself as he pauses the music and leans against the door frame with an amused grin. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you two were star-crossed lovers.” It’s almost biting the way your face changes of recognition when your eyes meet Jimin.

You immediately pull away from Hoseok to bow deeply to Jimin out of respect, “It’s not like that. He was helping me-“

“You should let me help you too,” Jimin almost pouts as he repeats the familiar action of discarding his jacket and strolling over. “I can dance too, you know?” He teases as he notices the chuckle that Hoseok had been holding back. Both of them found you being flustered adorable, especially when this normally wasn’t like you. What happened to the alluring siren on stage? They practically craved to have you put them in their place.

Unlike Hoseok, your history with Jimin runs deeper than your ties to BigHit Entertainment. The younger man had known you at your lowest point, kissed away your tears on the night that your first group, I.O.I, had disbanded after the project’s deadline came and went.

You had never mentioned it, but you remembers the last night in the IOI dorms like it was yesterday. You had never wanted to know the pain of your group disbanding again. You had called Jimin that night because you didn’t know who else to call. Somi had been crying in the bathroom for hours, saying how it felt like SIXTEEN all over again, and you could only console your dongsaeng for so long. Kyulkyung and Nayoung already were going to be debuting in PRISTIN with eight other girls as though IOI never existed and was another project group. The time zone left you unavailable to call you parents and Jimin was all you had…

“I’m always going to be here, you know that, don’t you?” Jimin had whispered into your ears as his fingers gingerly stroked your cheek. He looks into your eyes, hoping that your words give some semblance of comfort when your heart ached to no return. How many times would it be that you had to build yourself up to be strong just for everything to fall apart outside of your control?

You sniffle when Jimin makes you look into his eyes, “I-I-I know,” You stammer out as you try to regain your control over your emotions, but it hurt. It hurt so bad that your head was pounding and it felt like you could hear the blood rushing to your ears. “It just.. I just want it to stop hurting, Jimin..” You grip the fabric of his shirt as though he were the one person in this world that piece you back to gather.

“It will take time.. but I will be here until the very end.. you hear me?” He whispers as he stares into your eyes. His soft monolids drip honey when they meet yours. “YN-ah… look at me.”

With a sniffle, you nod, “I am.. I am…” You whisper as your eyes scan his own. You never quite realized how long his eyelashes are or the way he holds the entire galaxy in his eyes up so close. You never have clung to him this much either, so it leaves you a bit breathless when Jimin says nothing for a while, just admiring you. “Jimin?”

“Mmm?” He asks as he does his best to wipe away your tears and not think about how pretty you look right now. He was here just to comfort you, but why can he not stop himself from looking at your lips? From thinking about how badly he wants to help you forget and kiss you?

“You’re pretty,” You say simply as you sniffle slightly and wipe away a stray tear with your sleeve.

“You’re prettier,” He tells you with a soft laugh as his thumb brushes against her chin. He wonders how close it would be for him to close the distance between the two of you with just a kiss.

Jimin has always complimented you, reassuring you of your every perfection, but this time he seems to mean it a little bit more as he presses you tighter against his chest to hold you close.

“Jimin…” You whimper as you hug him closer to you. “Please.. please help me forget,” you whisper softly for just the two of you to hear.

So without thinking, you cup both of his cheeks to close the distance between the two of you. Your arms snake around his shoulders to pull him closer as his arms instantly wrap around your own waist. He is warm to the touch, but fits like a perfect puzzle piece.

Jimin can not say how many times he had thought of this moment - the way you would fit around him like missing puzzle piece. The way he would kiss away every worry from your pretty little head as his hands bunch up the sweatshirt at your waist as he would kiss up your stomach before peppering kisses along your thighs. He’s dreamed of what it would feel like to finally hear your soft moans for him and him alone, but he still holds back as he lets you take the lead. Especially when you are this sensitive.

His lips are soft and pouty; they feel like the inside of a rose as his jaw slacks to let your tongue brush against his own. The taste is sweet with a bit of a tangy flavor: much like that of strawberry lemonade when each finger that presses against your side feels like keys being paid against a piano. For the first time in a while, things feel stable, sure, certain.

You’ve never wanted anything more in your life. You have no doubts as your hips grind against his own on the floor of your dormitory. His moans are soft each time your hips rhymically brush against the hardening tent within his pants. You like this reaction from him, the way his hips buckle into your own as your own teeth begin to nibble along his plump ones to elicit another mewl of pleasure from him. He feels like a dream, the way his hold on you tightens to bring you closer to him ; a sneaky hand that brushes along your hip to graze against the strap of your bra and tug it down in anticipation. You’re thankful that your door is locked in case one of your fellow members were to walk in on you grinding against your best friend after a fit of tears. God, you want him. You want him. You want him.

“YN-ah….” He groans as you begin to paper kisses along his neck. “I.. I want this… you have no idea how badly I want this… but I don’t want this if you’re just trying to forget,” He whispers as he forces you back to look at him. “Do you understand that?”

You grow silent as you watch his chest pant up and down in excitement. You know he wants it as badly as you do. You would be a fool to not see the way that he looks at you like you are the only one in the room. But you feel ashamed from how quick you are to close the gap between friends and lovers in the blink of an eye. Would crossing this boundary ruin things for you?

Jimin wonders if you remember those memories as vividly as he does. Sure, it had been a couple of years since that time, but he could not forget the way you fit perfectly around his lips. The memorable roll of your hips that nearly had him crying for him to be inside of you. He could remember all of this when you stared at your figure years later no longer as just friends, but with you as his junior and him as his senior.

Was it incomprehensible that he would wish to cross those paths again?

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BTS Reaction || You’re Wearing Tight Jeans [Request]

Seokjin:

You were walking around the apartment you shared with Jin trying to break into the new jeans you'd bought. You'd gotten them to go out in for one night with some friends but they were still a little too tight for you but if you'd gotten a size bigger then you'd need a belt so you were just stretching these ones out,

"Stop it." You giggled as Jin came into the kitchen behind you and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck and smiling whenever you pushed him away,

"I need to break the jeans in not take them off." You pushed him away and walked into the living room almost jumping out of your skin when you saw Jungkook standing there staring at you.

"Yeah Jin- Hyung let her breathe." He laughed looking at you, his eyes travelled down to your legs but you hadn't even noticed until Jin came up and wrapped his arms around you again.

"I can't let you wear them out drinking." He mumbled against your ear, confusion filled you and Jungkook started laughing as he heard what Jin had said.

"He's jealous! Look! He hadn't stopped touching you since I came around and he keeps running his hands over your body." Your cheeks heated up at the thought of Jin being jealous, he had no reason to be. There was no one else in the world you could love more than him and having new jeans wasn't going to change that.

"He needs to stop, I have to break them in." You giggled moving away from Jin and rushing up the stairs to walk around up there instead and you could hear Jin being teased.

Yoongi:

It was no secret that Yoongi didn't like to touch you in front of the other guys but when he was at home he was one of the most adorable clingy boyfriends someone could ever have. He was always hugging you, kissing you, touching you and which is why this was funny to you. You and Jimin had gone shopping a couple of weeks ago and found the perfect jeans that made you look ''irresistible'' - according to Jimin and so you were wearing them to dinner with Yoongi and the boys. Celebrating a late birthday for Namjoon and Jungkook since you hadn't seen them on their actual birthday and Yoongi hadn't kept his hands off you. It started with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, then his hand on your thigh, until you got up to go and get drinks for everyone.

"I think this is the first time I've ever seen Yoongi Hyung like this," You turned to your left to see Jungkook had joined you at the bar, you raised your eyebrow at him and he nodded over at Yoongi who was being teased,

"What are they doing?" You laughed noticing how red Yoongi's ears were turning,

"He hadn't stopped touching you all night. They're ripping into him for it." You giggled paying for the drinks and looking at Jungkook,

"It's cute...He never does it usually." You walked over to the table and caught an earful of what they were all saying to him, nothing bad. Just playful banter about how cute of a boyfriend he was being and how protective he was.

"It's the magic jeans, I told you!" Jimin yelled taking his pint from you and drinking from you, you shook your head and squeezed Yoongi's cheek.

"He's just being adorable." He folded his arms over his chest not wanting to be the centre of attention anymore but as soon as the boys were on a new topic he draped his arm around you again and you snuggled against him.

Hoseok:

"Hoseok you missed your cue again." The choreographer said as he watched Hosoek from a distance, they were supposed to be practising the routine for Dionysus but he was distracted by you. You and Hobi had been dating in secret for months and today was the first time you were working on set with him and the boys, a backup dancer.

"He's distracted by beauty." Jungkook joked, he was the only one out of the boys to know what Hoseok and you had been doing, if anyone found out it would probably result in your being fired. All Hoseok wanted to do was go over there and run his hands over your legs and ass, hold you close and never let you go. Those jeans were sending him feral, his mind was running away with thoughts on what he could do to be alone with you without being obvious.

"He needs to stop, they're working which means we should be too." But his eyes were trained on you, the way you walked around in the jeans and the way you held yourself as you spoke to people around the studio, he shook his head trying to push the thoughts away but it wasn't working, he was just met with more thoughts when Jungkook came to tease him some more.

"Hoseok!" The choreographer yelled as he walked away from the set and over to you,

"Need to talk to you." He dragged you off the set and into a small supply closet where he instantly attached his lips to yours and ran his hand over the fabric of your jeans never wanting to let go.

Namjoon:

When Namjoon invited you to go and see him on his lunch break you assumed it would be just you and him sitting in his studio the whole time like you usually did but he surprised you. Told you he wanted to go and sit in the canteen with all of the boys and his manager for the lunch. As you walked down to the food hall he had his hand buried deep in your back pocket. You kept getting stares from everyone you walked past on your way down,

"Don't you think you should keep your hand in your own pocket?" You giggled as he gave your ass a small squeeze but he just smirked at you and stood in front of the food hall door,

"I have to show you off baby, can't have everyone looking at what's mine." He kissed your lips softly and you resumed your walk over to the table with the boys sitting around it, all of them staring at Namjoon and shaking their heads at him.

"Can't you keep your hands to yourself for two minutes? You live together, surely you're used to this by now?" You stared at Jin wondering what he meant,

"The jeans are nice and all but you've got to give the poor girl breathing room." You laughed as Hoseok dragged you away from Namjoon and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, using you as a personal leaning post as they all began to tease Namjoon for always touching you.

"It's not just here, he does it at home too. If we're watching a movie he has to be touching me." Namjoon began to blush as you joined in on them teasing him and even the manager started,

"I walked in on him in the studio and her jacket was around his shoulders. Someone is seriously whipped." He laughed and Namjoon just walked away from the table not wanting to be bullied anymore,

"Baby!" You giggled rushing off after him.

Jimin:

"I just need one last thing and we can leave." You said to Jimin, you'd dragged him out clothes shopping with you and he was starting to get bored. Though he would never admit it to you because he was the loving boyfriend like that,

"The boys are waiting." He said as he looked at you staring at some jeans, they looked amazing on the hanger so he could only imagine what they were going to look like on you.

"They're right there, Jungkook's getting something too." Namjoon came to join Jimin on the seats outside some changing rooms, they were all on tour and you decided to do some shopping before you left for the next country with them.

"Taking forever?" Namjoon asked watching as you walked into the changing room and Jimin sank down onto the seats, all of the bags at his feet were his but was getting annoyed at carrying them around all the different shops.

"She's okay, I'm just impatient." He laughed going into a deep conversation with Namjoon but stopping halfway through a sentence when he realised Namjoon wasn't paying attention but staring at you.

"What? Are they gross?" You panicked running your hands over the fabric but Namjoon starting stuttering and Jimin turned a bright red colour rushing up and putting his hands on your ass.

"Pick one in every colour," He said in a rush, you started giggling and turned to see the rest of the boys laughing along with you. Jimin's hands hadn't moved away from your ass once since he'd touched you and he didn't think he could ever remove them from you again. The fabric looked like it had been painted onto your skin and it made you look stunning - more stunning than usual.

"I need to change out of them." You giggled trying to move but he told you not to, claiming it would be fine to pay for them while you were wearing them.

"Jimin's got it bad!" Yoongi said as he and Hoseok came over and started laughing, you used this time to escape and go to change back into your clothes while the boys all teased Jimin.

Taehyung:

Taehyung had tried to keep his hands off you while you were out, you were out for a walk with him and Jin going around the Han River. It was a cold morning and you were the only ones awake inside the dorms, you wanted to have an early walk, Jin wanted to get out and there was no way Taehyung was going to let you out of his sight in those jeans. They clung to your every curve as though they were forged perfectly for you.

"It's weird," Jin whispered as you both stood at the railing looking down at the water, you hummed and he nodded over at Taehyung who was buying you all hot chocolate from the coffee cart.

"Those jeans usually make him hold onto you all day, he hasn't touched you once." You started laughing at Jin's comment, it was true and everyone knew it. Those jeans were the magic jeans, whenever you wore them Taehyung couldn't seem to let you breathe, he was always holding you and making sure everyone knew you were his and no one else's.

"You guys tease him enough for it, maybe he didn't want to be bullied anymore." You joked back and Taehyung came over handing you your cup, his hand went to bury itself in your back pocket out of habit but he pulled away only making you and Jin laugh harder at him.

"What?" He panicked looking around in case he'd done something stupid or someone was watching you guys,

"You're being weird, more so than usual." You whispered to him, taking his hand and placing it into your back pocket, you'd begun to miss him always having his hands on you so you wanted the contact once again. Jin sipped on his drink and shook his head at you both knowing he was only going to tell the boys all about it later that day.

Jungkook:

Jungkook watched as you got up from the sofa in the dorms, his eyes trained onto the way the jeans clung to your body. They looked terrific on you and he'd been finding it hard keeping his hands to himself the entire time you'd been there.

"Jungkook is whipped," Jimin said as he noticed Jungkook was gazing off after you.

"I would be too, have you seen the way they look in those jeans." Taehyung bit his lip dramatically while staring off after you and then everyone looked at Jungkook who was silently gripping his thigh trying not to get mad at then. He knew they were only doing this to wind him up since he was the jealous type,

"Hi baby," You whispered as you came back into the room sporting a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, as soon as you were close enough Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and dragged you closer to him. Practically sitting you on his lap while he ran his hands up and down the fabric of your new jeans.

"What's gotten into you?" You whispered to him thinking that none of the others could hear you but Jimin and Taehyung started laughing, you felt a little insecure until Jin explained it,

"Jungkook hasn't been able to keep his eyes off you and then Tae and Jimin decided to tease him for it." You started laughing but then Jungkook's grip on you tightened so you stopped, you loved whenever Jungkook got jealous but not in front of people. You'd been on the receiving end of that one too many times and you just wanted a chill day tonight.

"Want me to go and change into some of your sweatpants?" Jungkook shook his head and smirked at you,

"Nah, I much prefer the way your ass looks but if they look one more time I will make it a point that I own it." You pushed his shoulder while scoffing at him in disgust,

"So gross." You laughed looking over at Jimin who was now turning his attention to anything but you and Jungkook.

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luxekook · 5 years

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chapter one.

⇥ pairing: jungkook x reader; eventual bts/ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, kissing, hickies, drinking, tatted jungkook, nipple piercings

Chapter One

Fall of Junior Year – 8:57am

I curse every single decision that has brought me to this very moment as I power-walk across campus, sweating under the already blistering sun. Campus in August could easily be compared to a swamp given the amount of unearthly humidity, and I'm pretty sure I currently qualified as the local swamp thing.

The only positive feature in my morning has been the table of free coffee and doughnuts staffed by Student Government. The first day of the fall semester always seems to be accompanied by frantically wide-eyed freshmen and celebratory freebies. However, air conditioning is the only thing I would be celebrating today as I finally reach Tyson Hall – the destination of my 9:00am class.

As I rush to my classroom with one minute to spare, I slump into a seat in the far corner – my preferred location for people-watching out of the large windows and for getting away with doing homework for other classes.

Familiar faces surround me, an unsurprising observation given that this is our mandatory research seminar as psychology majors. I notice my friend Jenni sitting in the opposite corner, eyes glued to her phone screen.

Opening my laptop, I shoot her a text to come sit with me. Her head whips up, black braids moving every which way as she immediately piles up her things and hustles over, “(y/n), I forgot you were in this seminar! I just switched over from quantitative research because I couldn’t take any more statistics – or Dr. Harding.”

Dr. Harding is the dean of the psychology department and has been teaching here for ages. Feared by most psychology students for his tough grading and intimidating persona, he’s actually a huge softie – something I discovered by going to his office hours and seeing all 85 pictures of his grandchildren hanging throughout the room.

“He’s not that bad, Jen.”

She scoffs, “You would say that because you got an A in statistics like some sort of wizard. Besides, Dr. Newman is so much nicer.”

Jenni has an excellent point. Dr. Newman is the main reason I chose this seminar. As one of the most respected researchers at our university, she’s known for her qualitative studies on gender across cultures. I consider Dr. Newman to be a real badass woman and I lowkey stan her.

I turn to reply, but Dr. Newman begins taking attendance and class begins.

Fifty minutes later, Jenni practically drags me out of the classroom, “I cannot believe she kept us the whole 50 minutes. Is she aware that it’s syllabus week? It’s practically law to just read over the syllabus and then dismiss class. This is outrageous– (y/n), are you even listening?”

“Hmm?” I totally had tuned her out, focusing on the number of students flooding the quad. I had missed this – the rush of students heading to class, the yells of people greeting each other from entirely too far away, the buzz of excitement over potential parties…

“Unbelievable. How did I forget you have this whole weird-ass feminist crush on her?” Jenni forges forth, “It doesn’t matter. What are you doing tonight? You’re going out with us, right? Luna and I want to go to Hannigan’s.”

Since the three of us had all turned 21 over the summer, we finally could legally go to the bars in town. Hannigan’s currently holds the top spot on the list of bars that most of the upperclassman frequent. It’s a popular Irish pub downtown known for its cheap beer and mixed drinks.

It’s also BTS’s unofficial hangout – a fact that makes me slightly uneasy. After learning who the higher-ups are in BTS, I have taken to avoiding them like the plague. It was a relatively easy thing to do since the spring semester tended to be less focused on rushing and recruiting for fraternities and sororities.

But now it’s rush season, and I’m pretty much fucked. There will be no avoiding seeing BTS’s president Kim Namjoon out recruiting with his vice president Min Yoongi and his social chair Jung Hoseok. There will also be no avoiding pledge master Taehyung leading around new BTS pledges like a mother duckling. And don’t even get me started on how Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook will be popping up everywhere to advertise the latest BTS bash.

Sighing, I figure that the chances of actually bumping into them at the bar will be slim, given that it will most likely be super crowded and I can easily blend in.

I turn to Jenni as we keep walking towards our next classes, “Yeah, I’ll go to Hannigan’s. Are you going to come over to get ready at our place?”

Luna and I had moved into a cute little off-campus apartment over the summer. As it turned out, it’s cheaper to live off-campus than on-campus if you look hard enough. We also had it pretty good location-wise being just a few short blocks from both campus and downtown.

“Yes!” Jenni replies, slowing to a stop out front of the science building, “I’ll be over around 8 with tequila. I’ll text you later. I’ve got to go to neuro-psych lab now,” she rolls her eyes, “Hopefully we won’t be kept the whole time.”

Waving, we part ways, and I shake my head.

Tequila never leads to anything good.

Hannigan’s – 10:54pm

Fate seems to be on my side for once in my life. As soon as Luna, Jenni and I walk into Hannigan’s, my eyes are drawn to the back table where the BTS usually sits. It’s empty.

It’s practically an unspoken rule that no one else can sit there, and even though the bar is packed with all other tables accounted for, that one remains vacant – and for good reason.

Greek life essentially has a cult following around here. The Greeks provide status for those who are into that whole exclusivity thing. They also provide the best parties because of the size of their houses and because the university will never complain about one of their best sources of revenue.

I didn’t to rush a sorority way back in freshman year because I couldn’t feasibly afford it. The dues were way out of my price range, considering I was already paying for my education on my own. Luna, on the other hand, is in Epsilon Xi Delta (EXID) and consistently makes me and Jenni tag along to different Greek parties with her.

"Come on, bitches! Let's get some drinks," Jenni drags me and Luna through the packed room towards the bar that is already encircled by a crowd of thirsty students.

Tonight’s plan is simple – stick together, have fun, scope out cute seniors. Having already taken some shots before we left (saving that coin), we’re definitely feeling ourselves, flaunting our outfits like we didn’t spend a good hour picking them out earlier.

I had settled on a black t-shirt dress with a checkered flannel tied around the waist and some black Doc Martens. Luna and Jenni had tried to convince me to wear heels with them, but I knew syllabus week was a marathon – not a sprint. My feet would thank me later, and theirs would be crying.

As the bartender slides us our beers, the opening beats of Cocky AF by our badass queen Megan Thee Stallion blast through the speakers dispersed throughout the bar. Turning immediately to each other, we clink our beers together, take a sip, and head to the makeshift dance floor.

We squeeze and push our way through the masses until we reach a spot towards the back where the crowd has thinned out a little more. Within seconds, we’re in motion, hips swaying in time to Megan saying ‘bitch, I look good and you know that’.

Shaking out my hair, I get in the zone and lose count of how many songs we dance to. Eventually, our beers empty and Luna turns to me, “Another?" She accompanies her shouted question with an unnecessary charade of shot-gunning a beer in case I couldn’t hear her. I roll my eyes, laughing while I nod in response.

“Save our spot!” Jenni yells and disappears into the crowd of dancers with Luna towards the bar.

I continue dancing on my own. Swaying my hips, I decide to put my hair up to try to cool off a little in the sweltering bar. The music shifts into a new song, this one slower, more seductive, a favorite of mine – Lost in the Fire featuring The Weeknd.

As Abel’s angelic voice flows over me, a pair of hands slide over my hips from behind me. I start to pull away, but then I notice – the hands are tattooed. And for some reason, that hot little fact makes me relax into the large body behind me.

Those tattooed hands tug me back even more, bringing me flush against him as he falls into time with my movements. God, this guy can dance – a rarity these days.

His body is all hard muscle and heated skin. His mouth is hot against my neck, alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting. My skin buzzes. Fuck, I haven’t felt this way since–

Turning my head slightly, I can make out the vague outline him and it confirms my sinking suspicion... He’s a BTS boy.

"Hey, noona," he murmurs in my ear, his lips brushing over it as he speaks.

Fuck my life, I think as I shiver involuntarily in response. Spinning to face one of Satan’s henchmen, I toss my ponytail over my shoulder and jut a hip out in both defiance and defense. But really nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Jeon fucking Jungkook, the golden boy of BTS.

He somehow looks like he’s gotten even bigger since the last I saw him playing pong against Taehyung at that party – information that I cannot even comprehend. His left arm is completely tattooed, along with a few smaller ones dotting his hands. I glare at them, blaming those hands for throwing me off.

“Like them?” Jungkook waves his fingers in front of my narrowed eyes, “I got them this summer.” Smirking lazily, Jungkook makes his own perusal of me – taking extra time along the way.

His jaw flexes as his eyes turn molten, “You’re killing me, noona. Tae didn’t mention…” He trails off, swallowing hard.

I follow his gaze. Oh fuck. I had forgotten I decided to forego a regular bra tonight because I wanted to show off my piercings. Just having a thin bralette under my dress, my pierced nipples are definitely noticeable under Jungkook’s heavy stare.

Refusing to give into him, I square my shoulders, “Yeah, I got them this summer, too. But, I don’t see how that’s either your or Taehyung’s business.”

At my words, Jungkook rips his eyes away from my tits to finally meet my own eyes again, “Oh, but it really is our business. Tae said we’d like you and I agree.”

His voice is low and rough, and I swear I can feel it washing over my body, making all of my synapses fire in response.

“We?” I choked out. In full panic mode, I spin and try to leave, but I barely make it a foot away before getting stopped by a now-familiar tattooed hand wrapped around my wrist.

Luckily, a crashing sound echoes from the back table where the other BTS boys must be, and Jungkook lets out a string of curses, “Fucking hell, listen I have to go make sure no one’s hurt, or Joon will kill me. Stay here, okay? I’m not done with you, (y/n).”

His hand rushes up to the nape of my neck, pulling me into him. Our lips fuse together in a brutally hot kiss, his tongue slipping against my bottom lip for a fraction of a second.

And then he’s gone – disappearing rapidly through the fray to manage whatever trouble his frat has gotten into.

I stand there, shaking fingers on my lips wondering what the actual fuck just happened.

“Hey, sorry we took so long! This bitch cut in front of us and I swear she ordered for the entire fucking population of North America—”

Luna smacks Jenni’s arm, cutting her off, “You okay, (y/n)?” Luna peers closer at me, “Holy shit, is that a hickey? We were only gone for 10 minutes!”

My hand flies to my neck as both Jenni and Luna grab me, dragging me to the slightly quieter back alley of the bar. As they conduct the second Spanish Inquisition, I spill the details on what happened.

After a moment of silence following my explanation, they both start talking at once:

→ Jenni: “Hell yes, girl, go off! Jeon Jungkook is fine as fuck…” → Luna: “(y/f/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n), have you lost your damn mind…”

→ Jenni: “…I’d hit that in a heartbeat. I’m so proud!” → Luna: “…Do you not remember last semester? Are you high? Oh my GOD, did he drug you?!”

“Stop!” I slap a hand over each of their mouths, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you guys are impossible. I am not ‘hitting’ anything, and, no, he did not fucking drug me.”

Sighing, I continue, “It was a lapse in judgement, okay? I remember last semester more than anyone, but he’s just so powerful and I don’t seem to have any common sense around BTS.”

I take my hands away from their mouths and immediately Jenni asks, “Wait, what happened last semester?”

Luna slings an arm around my shoulder, “Come on, let’s go get pizza and a six-pack from Ralph’s. We can go out another night this week.”

“Take-out from Ralph’s?” Jenni’s eyes widen comically, “This must be major tea. Let’s go.”

Instinctively, we clink our beers together for the second time that night and chug the remainder of our bottles in true broke bitch fashion (never leave paid-for beer behind).

With that, we trek back through the door and out of the bar. We finish our night filling in Jenni with our less than savory experience with the infamous BTS fraternity last semester.

But, as I lay in bed for the night, I can’t help but wonder if Jungkook had looked for me that night after I left… Or if he told Taehyung...

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ho-seoks-sunshine · 4 years

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bts aus masterlist

K i m T a e h y u n g

star crossed: 7.5/10, actress!yn x actor!taehyung, fake relationship, smau

our special time: 7/10: dancer!yn x idol!taehyung, smau

diss-trackt me: 4/10, polyamorus relationship with yoongi, hoseok is an asshole, smau

collide: literally 0/10 lmao, hoseok is a borderline sexual offender and they all talk like they’re 50 years old (especially jin and tae), smau

kinda hot: 7.5/10, pretty cute, nothing much, best friends to lovers smau

is it love: 9/10 SO MUCH FLUFF, yn keeps complimenting tae and he doesnt know how to respond, they're both dense idiots, smau

sounds: 7.5/10, yn and tae basically have this soulmate thing where they hear background music (that's cool af dude), smau

belong: (ex) roomates to lovers smau, kind of enemies to lovers, ongoing, pretty cute, 8.5/10

J e o n J u n g k o o k

waste it on me: 7.5/10, childhood relationship torn apart by distance, fluff, smau

stole your shirt: 8/10, fake dating au, smau

went through your phone: 8/10, fluff, friends to lovers, jk is w h i p p e d and oh boy is he jealous of tae sleeping w yn, smau

cherry pickers: 7.5/10, vixen!yn, asshole 97 liners, lots of fluff, older than jk yn, smau

the bully’s tutor: ongoing, 9.5/10, hogwarts au, yn kinda annoyed me at first but she's cool now, some of the hogwarts house placing is inaccurate, enemies to lovers smau

Jamais Vu: ongoing 9/10, enemies to lovers smau, yn got koo expelled by accident and he tries to find out her identity, persuaded she's special, when irl he kinda hates her

exposed: 6/10, idol!yn x idol!jk, unexpected ending (which i just spoiled, rip), smau

press start: 9/10, f l u f f, gamer!yn x gamer!jungkook, the boy is whipped, smau

tiger flower: 8/10, lots of fluff, college au, been in love with each other since high school, smau

if i killed someone for you: 8.5/10, that one was actually very sweet, even though i usually hate exes to lovers, highschool au, and, to everyone’s surprise, jk’s whipped, smau

stealing your flowers: smau, 8.5/10 and they were roomates :’’’’’’(

friends: 9/10, smau, im,,,,, soft,,,,,, jungkook whipped and wants to be yns friend im :(((

taste of lies: 8.5/10, total amount of braincells in this au: 1, but really fluffy, im a starved bitch that lives for established relationships smaus

lava java: 8/10, kinda annoyed at how fast was the ending but cute, smau

soulmates: 9/10, extra points for humor, basically a college smau even though nothing happens there, very fluff </3

J u n g H o s e o k

fool for your love: 7.5/10, strangers to lovers, meet and communicate through text without knowing each others names, smau

daydream: 7.5/10, roomates to lovers, fluff, college au, smau

hobi’s girl: 8.5/10, idol!hoseok x fan!yn, smau

woke: 9.5/10, when he's a celestial being endagering the spacetime continuum just to be with you cause he's in love with you T_T (it's the last part of a series i don't really like though)

K i m S e o k j i n

24/7: 8.5/10, model!seokjin, casual sex to established relationship, smau

misunderstandings: 8,5/10, seokjin is looking for someone to check out his new soundproof walls so he decides to ask y/n, not realising she took it as a sex joke

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bangtanfanficsao3 · 3 years

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Hi! Any sope fics with hoseok as top and kinda possessive & dominant around yoongi. And yoongi as a cute bottom, shy and clingy around hobi. i kinda want when they're really whipped to each other 🥺 thank you <3

Hiii^^ Sorry for the late reply :( My exam session is going to start this coming Monday and im so anxious about it, also wanna be done with it as soon as possible. Hope u like these works and enjoy!!

Only You - Yoongi used to be a shy little kid from Daegu but now he is Agust D a famous underground rapper. He thought he put that little kid behind him all it takes is Jung Hoseok to turn his life upside down again.

bratty kitty - sometimes, yoongi acts extra super bratty so that his boyfriend, hoseok, will lose his temper and fuck the living daylights out of him.

Once there was a boy - Once there was a boy- born into human riches, made out of silver. Skin pale as the moon with hair as white as the flowers that bloomed in its name. Cold eyes which pierced the hearts of all men, making them arc in greed. A boy with sharp edges and soft core.

Just DNA - Min Yoongi is the only omega in the whole joint who has been there for over three months. In fact, he's been here for the last seven years. And it isn't that the 27 year-old omega is undesirable, actually the opposite is true. He is the most sought after dancer in the whole club, alphas and betas alike come from all over just to have him sit in their lap for thirty minutes. His appeal? He's the only fertile male in all of South Korea. ~~ Min Yoongi spent years watching omega after omega find their mates, so what happens when his suddenly shows up and his whole world is turned upside down?

Appetite for your flesh - In a bit of a fleeting, self-proclaimed brilliant idea of his, wily fox, Hoseok, has a plan to solve the (almost) ten-year old hunger he has for the unassuming sheep, Yoongi, only to end up with a new, starkly different type of hunger (that he finds himself in constant need to satiate) - not that he's complaining.

Translator's Confession, 3 a.m. - They meet for the first time at Namjoon's New Year's party, both a little drunk and a little disenchanted and a lot in need of what the other can give, even if it takes them a little bit to figure it out.

#yoonseok fics #sope fics #yoonseok fics rec #sope fics rec #sope bottom yoongi fics #sope top jhope fics #cute bottom yoongi fics #possessive jhope fics

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jjk-biased · 4 years

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can i request dating a dancer hc for the hyung line

thank you for requesting!! sorry this is late ;-; i tried to make it more gender neutral and i didn't add specific styles of dancing since you didn't specify ^^

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hyung line with a dancer! s/o

jin

i think he would know prior to dating that you love to dance

and he would be the type to subtly spend more time with you by asking for help in some choreos

also can i just add how proud i am for jin because his skills' development??? ohmygod???

"y/n can you help me with --"

"is this a date?"

"AHAHAH— yes"

jin is very amazed of you and your skill!!! will smother you with kithes everytime you do sumn cool 🥺

and everything is cool according to him so expect kithes!!! 🥰

excited baby becomes x1000 more excited when he sees you dance

because you smile when you do and excited baby loves when you smile!!!

"Y/NNNN!! Worldwide dancer yeah!!"

also please expect dance related puns

yoongi

he'd also know beforehand that you know/love to dance

i think yoongi would take you to dancing classes as dates!!! (or yk, ask some of his choreographer dates if privacy is an issue)

and while he isn't as enthusiastic in dancing as you are, he'd join you sometimes

just don't tell the boys so he won't be teased

"no i won't dance. i just want to watch you"

"but why" ++ you break out your puppy eyes

fuck, why did your puppy eyes have to be his weakness

"i love to see you in your element babe"

he says as he slowly joins you and the choreographer

yoongi is happy to know you're confident in your skill!! he wants to help you develop it more because omg!!! yoongi is proud of how amazing you are :0

you'd often see his gummy smile when you dance!! 🥺🥺🥺 aaaaa he's happy when you're happy please know that

also don't you think he'd whip out some beats that would suit your style just for you??? 🥺

hobi

I think he’d be reaaaaallly smiley if he finds out you’re a dancer

like eye crescent heart smile level of smiley

a sweet and kind s/o that’s also dancer?

might as well marry the guy

no but spontaneous dancing is common for you two once he finds out you dance. like imagine simply cuddling with hobi in your living room and an upbeat song plays from the tv

and you see that grin break out. yes that grin that makes you melt into a puddle

oh no

you’re gone for

“let’s dance?”

on another note, he’d be the type to teach you choreography (throw in sum couple choreo yk)

and you indulge because who are you to deny this ray of sunshine from his happiness?

will really be excited every time you impress him— and he'd be easily impressed by you because he loves you sm ��🏽😔

please know that baby is proud of you!! very much so!! will shout your name when you bust your moves

“THAT’S MY S/O!!!”

you’re forever known as the best dancing duo and cutest couple

namjoon

he'd find out on accident

he was watching some dance videos to help himself improve his dancing skills

and squints at this one dancer who seems familiar

oh shit it's you

will jaw-drop because ohmygod you'RE SO GOOD

with a big smile (yes the one where he becomes (⁀ᗢ⁀) it's so cute????) he'd ask you if that was you

will engulf you in his arms when you become shy aw i think joon's the best at hugs

"you're so good babe!! you should teach me"

you insist that he's better, it'll be a long day

with his newfound knowledge, he would also enroll you two to classes!! or ask hoseok and his dancer friends to teach you both!!

he'd be distracted by you though and will be like 🥺

or he'd cheer you on when you do something amazing. so he'd always cheer you on because everything you do is amazing

"WOAH!! GO BABE!!"

namjoon is very happy to see you enjoying yourself!! baby will turn into a puddle everytime you're happy because he loves you

also you should note that you're his source of energy so when you see him being much more tired than usual, break out into a silly dance and baby will go from :( to :D in a heartbeat!!!

will alSO MAKE YOU SONGS JUST FOR YOU TO DANCE WITH I'M CRYING

permanent taglist: @luvinseokjinnie @97faerie

#bts #bts x reader #bts headcanons #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #hyungline headcanons #dancer! reader #namjoon x reader #jin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #gender neutral reader #bts x male reader

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ao3feed-yoonjin · 3 years

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by ScoutSugaKookie

Twenty-three-year-old Yoongi is trying his best to raise his little brother Jungkook. When Jungkook overhears his brother worrying about raising him, the nine-year-old decides to help his brother by running away.

What will Yoongi do when his life isn't just about himself anymore? Will he be able to raise Jungkook? And what will he do when a tall handsome stranger suddenly appears at his front step?

Words: 1686, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Additional Tags: Kid Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook & Min Yoongi | Suga are Siblings, Min Yoongi | Suga Is Whipped, Min Yoongi | Suga-centric, Jeon Jungkook-Centric, Min Yoongi | Suga is Bad at Feelings, Runaway Jeon Jungkook, Dancer Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Rapper Min Yoongi | Suga, Someone Give Yoongi A Break, Jeon Jungkook is a Little Shit, University Student Park Jimin (BTS), University Student Kim Taehyung | V, Drinking, but only in like one chapter, No Smut, Alternate Universe, Sad Min Yoongi | Suga, Cute Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi | Suga is Trying His Best, Sad Jeon Jungkook

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #yoonjin

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snifflyjoonie · 4 years

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Operation: Jimin

In which Jimin is gently reminded that slowing down isn’t a bad thing.

Snz-centric with Jimin as the sickie and OT6 as the caretakers (with a little bit more of a focus on Hoseok and Jungkook just cus).

Word Count: 5165

a/n: Hey guys!!! Is anyone surprised this ended up taking me longer than I thought it would because I’m sure not at this point lol. Regardless, I really hope you guys like this one! It’s a bit longer than some of my normal content (actually it’s my longest fic here yet!) but I had a lot of fun working on it!! Thanks for the request, anon! Let me know what you think! Enjoy!

Jimin wasn’t the type to take breaks. He felt that if he wasn’t giving it his all 100% of the time then he just shouldn’t be doing it at all.

Out of all of the members, injuries and illnesses tended to afflict him most often due to this mentality that he had acquired over the years. No matter what they were doing or where in the world they were, Jimin would push himself as far as he could possibly go; and then, just a little bit further.

It didn’t matter how much the other members scolded him for this, whether it would be one of his dongsaengs or a hyung, Jimin was simply an unstoppable force. To the others, he seemed reckless and stubborn, but personally Jimin just thought it showed he cared. He felt he owed the fans nothing less than perfect. It was the least he could do after all — even if his body screamed at him to slow down.

Because of this, it became a regularly scheduled theme amongst the other boys to check up on Jimin frequently. They’d take turns popping into his bedroom at night, texting him in the morning, going up to him after practice and so on and so forth. Granted, Jimin rarely admitted to any ailments he potentially had when directly asked, but the others still tried to keep an eye on him regardless.

So, when Jimin came knocking on Hoseok’s hotel room door after a particularly grueling concert on his own accord and confessed to not feeling his best, Hoseok nearly fell out of his chair.

“Your head hurts?!” The older boy exclaimed, shock clearly present on his face as he leaned in closer to Jimin, almost as if he was being told a precious secret. “Is that what you just said?”

Jimin nodded, dragging the back of his hand under his nose. “Mmm, yeah.” He admitted with a small wince. “It started about halfway through the show. Do you have any headache tablets at all, hyung?”

Hoseok whipped his head around a little frantically looking for tablets, almost wishing he could just materialize the medicine out of thin air. It was so rare for Jimin to approach them for help that he didn’t want to miss the chance to lend his aid. However, he had absolutely no idea where any type of headache medication would be, or if they even had any at all.

“I’m sorry Jimin-ah, but…” He flashed his dongsaeng a sincere look of sympathy as he let out a tiny sigh. “I didn’t bring any with me this time. Have you checked with anyone else? Maybe the staff? They’re usually pretty stocked up with—”

“It’s okay, hyung.” Jimin interjected with a small shake of his head. His bangs were still a little damp with sweat and they slipped into his line of vision before he raked his hands through his hair, pushing them back into place. “It’s not that big of a deal. I just thought I would ask you, is all.”

Hoseok frowned deeply at this, his bottom lip jutting out in disapproval. He mentally kicked himself for being unprepared, even though he knew deep down there was no way he could have possibly predicted Jimin’s request.

“Well...okay.” He finally said after a moment, choosing his words carefully. “But if you need anything else or it doesn’t go away you let one of us know, alright?”

Jimin nodded, pressing the back of his hand hard into the base of his nose. Hoseok raised an eyebrow.

“You promise?”

“Yeah hyung I—I!! hih!”

Hoseok watched on as Jimin took a sudden sharp intake of breath and squeezed his tired eyes shut. He swiveled ever so slightly away from the other before dipping down with a sneeze that he forcefully tried to stifle against the back of his hand.

“hI’NXgt’huh!—ah, sorry...” His apology came out on his exhale and he blinked hard before clearing his throat and finishing his train of thought. “I promise.”

Hoseok’s brow wrinkled at the new congestion present in Jimin’s voice but he decided not to comment on it, instead choosing to fold his arms across his chest.

“Alright, well...good.” He eventually mumbled, not at all believing Jimin’s unconvincing pledge. “I’m probably going to head to bed, Jimin-ah. Maybe you should, too.” He blew a breath out of his nose before adding, “You worked really hard today.”

“Mmm, thanks hyung. So did you.” Jimin brought the sleeve of his hoodie up to cover his nose and mouth, sniffling slightly into the soft fabric. “Bed sounds like a good idea. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Hoseok couldn’t stop himself from frowning again as Jimin shuffled his way out of the room. Something just seemed off about him, and if Hoseok knew any better, he’d probably bet that Jimin was getting sick — especially if his sneeze was anything to go by.

Without thinking twice, Hoseok quickly pulled out his phone and created a new group chat with the members — one without Jimin — and shot them all a slightly frantic text about what had just transpired.

Just like Hoseok assumed, the other boys were just as surprised as he was by Jimin’s headache confession. It was just so unlike him and instantly made alarm bells go off in each of their heads.

They spent the next few minutes messaging back and forth about what they should do and who should do what when Jungkook pointed out that Jimin suddenly went live on one of their broadcasting apps. Hoseok could barely keep up with the sudden explosion of texts that followed.

Quickly the rapper opened up his app and tuned into Jimin’s broadcast, immediately being met with his smiling, albeit tired, looking face. Jimin was staring fondly towards the camera, Hoseok assumed trying to read the absolute flood of comments that were fervently whipping past the screen at an alarming rate. He was surprised at the sheer volume of people that had flocked to the broadcast as it was nearly pushing 1am, but of course, they had fans located far and wide — time never seemed to be much of an issue to them. Besides, it was just about 3pm in Korea… the fans back home were probably excited to see Jimin go live and hear about how things had been going so far during their overseas tour.

Hoseok sighed to himself and kept watching with a wrinkled brow. He ignored the near constant stream of texts from the group chat as Jimin’s live continued. He knew the others were all tuned in now, all keeping a watchful eye on the dancer as he continued talking about what they had seen and done so far on tour. Hoseok couldn’t help but wonder if Jimin’s sudden live was because he was feeling lonely — or maybe even homesick?

He sighed again. Every few minutes or so Jimin would twist away from the camera to cough lightly into a fist before answering another question or choosing a new comment to read aloud.

“‘Oppa, please stay healthy!’ Ah, yes, thank you.” Hoseok watched Jimin giggle cutely and bring a knuckle up to rest just below his nose. “Staying healthy on tour is important. I promise we all do our best to...to keep our conditions…” He trailed off slowly, his voice low, before suddenly sucking in a ragged breath.

“hA’TSshhiew!”

The sneeze dipped him forward and made his eyes pinch closed. The broadcast shook along with him — due to his inability to keep his phone steady through the sneeze — and made the comment section instantly flood with ‘bless yous’.

Jimin straightened back up and laughed at himself, pressing the back of his free hand against his nose almost sheepishly. Hoseok was just barely able to make out a blush that was starting to dance across Jimin’s cheeks.

“Aaaah, ‘bless you, bless you.’ Yes, thank you…” Jimin giggled slightly, responding to the comments with English before attempting to continue where he had left off. “Anyway,” he cleared his throat. “we all do our best to stay healthy. That’s what I was saying.”

Hoseok’s phone buzzed again and pulled his focus away from the broadcast. Quickly he clicked out of the live and back into the group chat to recap what he’d missed with a tiny huff of frustration at Jimin’s display.

“Is it just me or does he look a little pale?” Namjoon had said.

“Not just you, I see it also.” Seokjin replied. “Come to think of it, he looked sort of pale earlier, too.”

“ARMY is asking him to stay healthy...do you think they’re thinking the same thing we are?” This time it was Taehyung who spoke up.

“Mmm, that didn’t sound too good.” Hoseok could almost hear Yoongi’s disapproving tone at Jimin’s sneeze through his text. “Hoseok-ah might be right, I think he’s coming down with something.”

“I’m going to go in there.”

The four frantic “Jungkook!!!” texts that followed had been what caused his phone to buzz so loudly just a few seconds prior. Hoseok couldn’t help but scoff. Interrupting Jimin’s live was a very Jungkook thing to do. He didn’t think it was such a bad idea, though. If anyone could convince Jimin to shut off his live and get some rest it would be Jungkook.

Hoseok quickly switched back to Jimin’s broadcast in the hopes of catching the maknae’s arrival.

A knock on Jimin’s hotel room door was loud enough to be heard on stream and the man quickly turned his head in its direction.

“Who could that be…?” He whispered under his breath before calling out a slightly hoarse, “Hello???”

There wasn’t a verbal response and instead the doorknob rattled a little ominously. Jimin pushed himself from his bed with a tired sounding “aigoo” and made his way to the door, phone still held in his hand as the broadcast continued on.

He looked through the peephole a little hesitantly, but instantly relaxed when he saw who was on the other side. He threw his head back and laughed, bringing a sleeve-covered hand up to hide his mouth as he did so.

“Jungkook-ah!!!” He yelled through the door, his volume definitely too high for 1:30am, “Yah!!!”

Jimin was playing up his reaction a little bit for the camera, that much was obvious, but he still hoped it would make the viewers smile.

He unlocked his door with haste and folded in on himself with squeaky giggles when he caught a glimpse of the goofy face Jungkook was pulling.

Jungkook wrinkled his nose and smiled wide at the reaction, unable to stop himself from laughing along. Jimin’s laughter was so contagious it was always hard to keep a straight face, especially when the dancer threw his whole body into it.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin eventually choked out as his laughter began to fizzle. He couldn’t stop himself from coughing against his wrist before continuing. “Shouldn’t you be in bed? It’s getting late.”

“I was watching your live.” Jungkook said with a shrug, gesturing to the phone still held up in Jimin’s hand.

“Oh, really?”

Jungkook hummed in affirmation before turning his attention to Jimin’s phone.

“Hello everyone!” He waved with a warm smile. “It’s getting close to 2am here, it’s been such a long day.”

“Almost two?” Jimin sounded genuinely surprised as he whipped his head around to glance at the digital clock on his bedside table. “Really? I didn’t even realize.”

“You’re still on Korea time.” Jungkook joked, “I think we all are.”

Jimin hummed in agreement, even though they’d been in America for a week already. It was always hard to adjust to the new timezones, especially with all the travelling that was involved during a tour.

“...Aaah, maybe I should head to bed?” Jimin mumbled under his breath — mostly speaking to himself as opposed to Jungkook — but the other still nodded in response anyway.

“That’s probably a good idea, hyung. We should—”

“hI’TTSCHhh!”

“—should get some rest.”

Jimin rose back up from his sudden sneeze, the back of his hand firmly pressed against his nose. He glanced towards his phone a little sheepishly, this time choosing to ignore the onslaught of ‘bless yous’ that quickly began racing through the chat.

“Mmm, alright…” Jimin murmured against his hand, letting out a tiny sigh. “I think I better end the video for now.” He paused for a moment and attempted to read some of the comments before adding, “Ahh, I know Jungkookie just got here, but...he’s right. It’s getting late! I promise I’ll log back on and talk to you guys soon, okay?” He smiled sincerely, always endeared by the outpour of love they received. “Sleep well, everyone. I miss you. Bye~!” He jerked the camera in Jungkook’s direction and the youngest member immediately smiled wide.

“Bye~! Bye, bye, bye! See you soon!”

Jimin clicked off the video with a tired sigh and immediately let his shoulders slump.

“I wasn’t paying attention to the time.” He murmured, bringing his sleeve up to rub at his nose. “It’s...pretty late, huh?”

Jungkook hummed in agreement as he folded his arms across his chest. He looked Jimin up and down for a moment, watching as the older boy fidgeted under his gaze.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked after a second, fully expecting Jimin to brush him off like he normally would. Instead however, Jungkook couldn’t stop a look of shock from creeping onto his face as Jimin rubbed circles into his nose with a single knuckle.

“Actually, no.” He admitted. “Not really.” When the other didn’t immediately say anything back Jimin quickly explained himself. “It’s just been a long day, you know? I have a headache and my throat is a little sore, but I think it’s just from the concert.”

“And the sneezing?”

Jimin blushed. “It’s uh...allergies, I think.”

Jungkook pursed his lips but didn’t argue further. He shifted his weight from one foot to the next.

“Well...make sure you get some sleep, hyung. Don’t stay up anymore, okay?”

Jimin nodded, a sleeve-covered hand once again cupping his nose and mouth.

“Are you going to head back to your room?”

“Huh? Oh I mean...yeah I was planning on it.”

“Okay, well...Goodnight Ggukie.”

Jungkook blinked at him for a moment, still half standing in the doorway. Jimin really did look run down, and if Jungkook wasn’t mistaken, he had almost sounded...disappointed. It was like the idea of Jungkook leaving upset him.

“...I can stay here tonight, hyung.” The singer spoke up after a moment, doing his best to catch Jimin’s eye. “If you want me to.”

“Oh, I mean, would you want to?” Jimin asked with a wet sniffle, poorly hiding the way the suggestion instantly made him perk up. “I mean you’re already here, and it’s late, and I’m sure you’re tired, so maybe it’s a good idea…?”

Jungkook nodded, chuckling slightly. “It’s settled then. Let’s go to bed before it gets any later.”

Jimin smiled wide with a quick nod and scurried off to get ready as Jungkook pulled out his phone. He opened back up their group chat, scrolling past the others texts about Jimin’s second broadcasted sneeze, and hurriedly typed up a message.

“Something is definitely up. I think he might’ve caught a cold. He told me his throat hurts and he still has that headache...I’m going to stay here tonight and keep an eye on him. We’ll see you guys in the morning.”

His phone dinged with responses from the others; praise from Seokjin for getting him to turn off the live, worry from Hoseok who had also seen the state Jimin was in earlier, approval from Namjoon at his choice to stay with him, etc.

Jungkook clicked off his phone with a small huff of breath and shuffled his way further into Jimin’s room. He briefly stared at the cot that sat tucked to the side of the hotel wall before ultimately making his way to Jimin’s king bed and climbing in. They’d shared a bed in the past so he wasn’t too concerned, and when Jimin crawled in next to him without a word of protest a few moments later, Jungkook knew he wasn’t too concerned about it either.

“Thanks for staying, Ggukie.”

The younger boy heard his hyung mumble, his voice low and crackly with sleep and hoarseness.

“Mmm, yeah hyung.” Jungkook murmured back, rolling himself over and extending a hand out to rest between Jimin’s shoulder blades. “Sleep well.”

He listened for a response but instead was met with tiny, congested snores. He smiled to himself and wiggled just a little bit closer to the other, draping his free arm across his thin waist before letting himself slowly slip into a deep and comfortable sleep.

Jungkook blinked his eyes hard as he shifted himself over, vaguely aware of the presence of someone lying next to him. Still foggy with sleep, it took him a full minute to remember he had spent the night in Jimin’s bed.

Slowly he opened his eyes, squinting against the bright rays of sunshine that poured into the bedroom. Jimin was turned away from him, still snoring lightly as Jungkook stretched his arms above his head and did his best to stifle a yawn.

Normally, Jimin was an early riser. He enjoyed the morning time, and was one of those rare types of people that felt more happy and energized the earlier they got up. He tended to spend a little extra time on his appearance, more so than some of the others, so waking up early was a must if he didn’t want to end up late. (Easier said than done normally, but the thought was there.)

When Jungkook checked the digital clock next to him and saw 9:23am flashing back, he felt nervousness start to bubble in his gut. Normally Jimin was up long before nine. In fact, he was usually the one to come knocking on hotel room doors during a tour, especially for the more slow moving members — namely Taehyung and Yoongi.

“Mmm, hey...Jimin-hyung…” Jungkook’s voice was rough with sleep as he placed a hand onto his bandmate’s shoulder. “You okay? We should probably get up…” He shook the other gently, being met with a low, protesting groan in response.

Jungkook let out a breathy chuckle at first — Jimin wasn’t one to whine in the mornings usually — but abruptly stopped when Jimin’s groans morphed into coughs that wracked his small frame.

“Woooah, hey, hey, hey…” Jungkook, now wide awake, quickly moved his hand from the other’s shoulder and instead started to pat his back gently. “Sit up, hyung…”

Jimin did as he was told through his coughs, flipping himself onto his back before hoisting himself up into a sitting position. Jungkook sat up with him, doing his best to hold the man steady as he directed his last few coughs into a balled up fist.

Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from frowning as he finally got a good look at Jimin’s disheveled appearance. He looked worse off than yesterday, his skin tone much paler than usual with dark circles that clung hauntingly beneath his eyes. There was a distinct wet sheen on the underside of his nose and the very tip had started to turn a light, delicate pink.

Without saying a word, Jungkook carefully slipped his hand beneath Jimin’s bangs and pursed his lips at the heat he felt.

“Hyung...you’re kinda warm.” He murmured.

For a second it looked like Jimin had something to say back, but instead his eyes lazily fluttered shut and he sucked in a sharp, ragged breath.

“hA’TChiew! ‘PSHhiuew!—huuh.”

He tipped forward into his lap, barely giving Jungkook enough warning to pull his hand away before the pair of sneezes came tumbling out of him.

Jungkook couldn’t stop his forehead from wrinkling with concern as Jimin sniffled noisily against his hand.

“Sorry, Ggukie.” He grumbled, clearing his throat. “‘Scuse me.”

Jungkook shook his head. “No, no hyung it’s really okay, you didn’t get me. Honestly I’m just worried about—”

“It’s 9:30am already?!” Jimin quickly cut Jungkook off when he caught a glimpse of the digital clock. He leapt out of bed before Jungkook could object and rushed into the bathroom to shower and start getting ready for the day.

Jungkook puffed out his cheeks and let out a long breath as he listened to Jimin occasionally cough from behind the bathroom door. He groggily reached for his phone and flicked it on, immediately being met with a multitude of texts from their makeshift group chat — appropriately renamed “Operation: Jimin” overnight by Hoseok.

He took a brief moment to catch up on what he had missed as he raked a hand through his hair. Most of the texts were questions about how Jimin was doing, if things had gotten any better, if they were awake yet, etc. It even seemed like the others had made a plan on what to do if his condition hadn’t improved overnight. The texts made Jungkook crack a small smile; the energy their bandmates brought when one of them was feeling under the weather was always admirable and sweet.

Quickly Jungkook typed up a reply, filling the others in on what had transpired so far that morning as well as letting them know about the dancer’s new budding fever. He wasn’t too surprised when a flood of replies started coming in — the others clearly having been waiting for some sort of update — and put his phone down when the messages started to get a little overwhelming. He still wasn’t fully awake yet and besides, the others already seemed to have some type of plan; all they needed to know was that him and Jimin had woken up.

With another small sigh Jungkook finally rolled out of bed. He rested his hands onto his lower back and stretched himself out, grunting a little in the process when a sudden knock at the door made him pause. He raised an eyebrow in questioning and glanced first towards the bathroom door. He could still hear the shower running and didn’t want to rush Jimin, so he made his way over to the door to see who it could be for himself.

Jungkook glanced through the peephole curiously, unable to stop a smile from creeping across his face at the sight he saw. Both Namjoon and Seokjin were hovering outside of Jimin’s room patiently. A large plastic to-go bag was clenched tightly in the eldest’s hands and Namjoon had two drink carriers in his. Both boys were dressed comfortably; Seokjin in a pink hoodie with the hood pulled up and his glasses on and Namjoon in an oversized black t-shirt, beanie, and shorts.

Jungkook hurriedly pulled the door open without hesitation, greeting the two boys with his giant, bunny-like smile.

“Hey, Ggukie.” Namjoon smiled back, extending one of the drink carriers in the youngest’s direction. “Would you mind grabbing this?”

Jungkook quickly obliged as Seokjin walked past him into the room and immediately began pulling out to-go boxes from his bag.

“What’s all of this?” He asked inquisitively, his gaze following Namjoon as the rapper made his way inside, setting the drink carrier down carefully.

“Did you read our texts?” Namjoon asked, searching through the drinks for his own.

“I...skimmed them.” Admitted the younger as he set the second carrier next to the first. Namjoon reached out and ruffled the maknae’s sleep-tousled hair as he pulled his vanilla latte from the second carrier.

“Jin-hyung and I went and picked up breakfast like...what, hyung — thirty minutes ago?”

“I’d say so.” Seokjin agreed as he continued to arrange the various banchan they had ordered neatly around Jimin’s small hotel table. “Give or take ten minutes.”

“We were just waiting for you two to wake up.” Namjoon explained, extending a warm matcha latte in Jungkook’s direction to which the other gratefully accepted. “Hopefully the food’s not cold. Hyung…?”

“Nope, it’s perfect.” Seokjin answered with a smile as he began rummaging through the bag for utensils. “The boxes were insulated well.”

“Perfect.” The leader nodded, his dimples creeping cutely onto his face before he took a small sip of his drink. “We sent the other’s out for medicine. They should be here in…” He squinted down at his watch. “Well. Now, actually. And...Jimin?”

“Oh, he’s in the shower.” Jungkook hurriedly explained, setting his drink down to go and help Seokjin. “I’m sure he’ll be finished soon. I think he feels badly about sleeping in.”

“Yaah, that boy.” Seokjin tutted, handing Jungkook a wrapped up container of warm jjigae to open. “Leave it to Jimin to feel badly about getting sick.”

Jungkook hummed in agreement before another knock at the hotel room door pulled him from his train of thought. He glanced over just as Namjoon pulled it open and the three final members shuffled their way inside.

“Hey guys, Jin-hyung’s almost finished setting up breakfast. I have everyone’s drink orders just on the side table there…” Namjoon explained, patting each of the members on the shoulder as they walked in and taking the plastic medicine bag from Hoseok. “Did you find all the medicine okay? Any issues?”

“We found everything on your list, hyung.” Taehyung smiled happily as he pulled his banana smoothie from the drink carrier and handed Yoongi his iced Americano. “Hyung’s English has improved a lot.” He added, gesturing to the oldest rapper who flushed slightly at the compliment.

“I wouldn’t go that far…” Yoongi mumbled sheepishly, taking a long sip of his drink as the others giggled at him.

“Where’s Jimin?” Hoseok asked as he looked around the room expectedly, his caramel macchiato gripped tightly in one hand. Aside from Jungkook, he had been the only member to have actually seen Jimin the night prior. It left him with pangs of worry most of the night, and he didn’t sleep very well because of it. He wouldn’t admit it to Jimin when he finally saw him, but everything the group had organized for this morning had actually been his own idea. Jimin was usually the first to catch on whenever he wasn’t feeling well himself, so Hoseok felt it was the very least he could do to show his gratitude. Especially after feeling like he had failed Jimin the previous night when the other had come to him during his search for headache tablets.

“Oh, he’s—” Jungkook started to re-explain Jimin’s absence, but was abruptly interrupted.

“Hh’ITTCHhiuew!”

All six boys turned in the direction of the sneeze to find Jimin standing in the bathroom doorway still bent at the waist in the aftermath. His hands were cupped tightly around his nose and mouth and his hair was still damp from his shower.

“—Uh, right there, actually.” Jungkook finished as Jimin slowly rose back up with a congested-sounding groan.

The members all stayed quiet as they watched Jimin scrub tiredly at his nose, his eyes squeezed shut in irritation. It took a full beat before the dancer finally opened them, his expression instantly switching from that of irritation to one of surprise as he realized everyone was gathered in his room. It would have made the others laugh if it weren’t for the circumstances.

“Oh? Hello?” Jimin blinked in shock, his eyes darting between each member. “What’s going on…? Jungkook?” He turned towards the maknae but Jungkook simply shrugged in response and took a long sip of his drink.

“Hey,” Namjoon began with a smile as he made his way over to the dancer, extending the last drink in his direction. “This is for you. Honey-Lemon tea. It’s good for a sore throat.”

“Oh, uh...Thank you.” Jimin murmured shly as he accepted the drink. “Did...Jungkook tell you that I-I-I’m—hh!” Quickly Jimin fumbled his drink back into Namjoon’s hands as his breath began to catch. He twisted himself as far away from the rapper as he could possibly go before dipping down into his hands with another sneeze that he did his best to suppress.

“hh’NGXt’shiew!”

“...Yeah, he told us. Hoseok-hyung did, too.” Namjoon smiled sympathetically. “Bless you.” He offered in English, passing the tea back to the other once he had straightened himself up.

“Ugh. Thank you, sorry.” Jimin grumbled as he scrubbed at his nose with his free hand. “You all didn’t have to do this...I know everyone is so busy and we have a lot to do and I just—” He sighed, defeated. “I think it’s just a cold, that’s all.”

“Well I mean, it doesn’t matter if it’s a cold or the flu or if you’re just feeling run down.” Yoongi spoke up, crossing his arms across his chest. “If you don’t feel well, you don’t feel well. It’s not your fault for that.”

“Mm, yeah, hyung is right.” Taehyung added with a nod. “I think it’s important to know when to slow down, regardless of the reason why. It’s a hard lesson, but one I think people should take the time to learn, anyway.”

“Myself included.” Yoongi scoffed, being met with a few “me toos” from some of the others in response.

“A lesson we could all learn.” Seokjin reaffirmed, turning his attention back to Jimin. “Jimin-ah. I bet you’re hungry.” He smiled when the other gave a small nod in response. “What do you think? Should we all eat up? Before the food goes cold?”

“That...would be great, hyung.” Jimin smiled in appreciation, his eyes crinkling up into crescent moons. “Thank you, guys. Really.”

The others all made noises of approval at his response before clamouring their way to the food table. It had been awhile since they had eaten Korean food due to being on tour and they were excited to see Seokjin and Namjoon had found a place to order from near the hotel. Jimin was especially looking forward to it, because on top of everything else, he was feeling a little homesick. He always tended to get a bit homesick on tour, and if he managed to get himself sick that feeling would only amplify tenfold. Eating Korean food may not have been the cure for his cold, but it would definitely help cure him of his homesickness.

“Jimin-ah?”

Jimin turned in the direction of his name to find Hoseok standing before him, a small package of medicine held tightly in his hand.

“Hyung? Are you going to get some food?”

Hoseok hummed, “Yeah, in a second. Just...here. I wanted to make sure I gave you these.”

Jimin glanced down as Hoseok handed him a pack of headache tablets and smiled to himself.

“We bought a few other things for you that I want you to take later, but…” He trailed off, and instead threw a hand around Jimin’s waist. “For now? Let’s eat.”

“Yeah.” Jimin echoed with a warm smile. “Let’s eat.”

#this one is a DOOZY #but i really really enjoyed writing it #i hope you all like it too!!!!#mine #bts sickfic #sick!Jimin #bts snzfic #bts snz

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hobi-gif · 4 years

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ten biases tag 🖤

tagged by @underthejoon even though i really just invited myself hehehehe

Write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions.

(i listen to more kpop now but i am still only whipped for bts)

Hoseok

Jungkook

Yoongi

Namjoon

Taehyung

Jimin

Seokjin

Hoseok

Jungkook

Yoongi

1. between 1&4 who would you rather kiss?

um. pls. have you met me? hoseok. although namjoon was my first fave for a couple of weeks.

2. between 2&7 who would be your best friend?

ooh while i love the idea of being bffs with jk, i don’t think we’d have that much in common and i’d probably be torn between staring-too-long at his face or rolling my eyes because he’d be doing something cute but vaguely immature, BUT I COULD COOK AND EAT WITH JIN ALL THE TIME. and see how many times he can get me to roll my eyes at his jokes. and shoot the shit.

3. between 5&10 who has the better voice?

tae for singing, yoongi for rapping. what a cop out. ha.

4. between 1&8 who is the funniest?

hahaha i was hoping this was gonna happen. obvi number 1 hoseok!

5. between 6&9 who would you date?

honestly (and this is obviously only based on how they present themselves in their content) i don’t know if i’d be compatible with either. but, he’s my 1.5, so jungkook.

6. between 9&10, who would you do a collaboration with?

i struggle to think of me doing anything musical, so let’s say we’ll collab on a fashion line, in which case jungkook because he has more of a distinct style to me.

7. between 4&8 who is the best dancer?

between hoseok and namjoon? are you kidding me? this is a no brainer to the world’s most loyal hoseok stan. HOSEOK. but i’ve tried doing bts choreo and namjoon is still a fucking dance king.

8. between 3&5 who would you most likely marry?

YOONGI NO QUESTION. i think i’d actually fall in love with him if i met them all and could speak korean. #sope 🤧

9. between 1&7 who would you nurse when they are sick?

hoseok of course. his love language seems to be acts of service, and so is mine baby!!

10. between 2&3 who has the better smile?

oh god. this is so hard. but... jungkook?

11. between 6&8 who would you vacation with?

HOSEOK! yes. excellent. duplicating my faves was the best decision ever.

tagging: @snackhobi, @yeojaa, @xjoonchildx, @hobidreams, @sahmfanficbts, @ladyartemesia, @btsarmy9593, @hauntedlilies, @junghelioseok, @cutechim, @augustbutwinter, @xotoosweet

#tag game

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blu-archer · 3 years

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Disaster Day

There are probably going to be grammar mistakes, because I can’t proof read to save my life... But hopefully it’s not hectic

Anyway, this was requested.. I kind of got carried away a bit, but I hope it’s close to what you may have wanted!!

Word count: 6691

SNZ - Allergies

‘Sickie’: Jungkook

Caretaker: VHope

like [mild] inducing I guess... it’s meant to be cute and like, familiar..?

Hybrid Universe

*Awkward Peace Signs*

uhh yeah, thank you for support and please enjoy it..<3

****

Jungkook was exhausted.

To be fair, his day had been jam-packed full of lectures and dance activities, so it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise – if only that was the initial cause of his problems. No, despite his day of hard work his fatigue plagued him less due to the events of his schedule and more specifically to the day. His annual disaster day.

It had started when Park Areum had pranced up to one of his best friends in the food court that morning. Giving a shy smile before unloading a gift bag of chocolates and whipping a small bouquet of various bright flowers out from behind her back as she whispered a soft ‘happy valentines’. Jungkook had to force the urge to groan, not wanting to appear rude while Jaehyun politely accepted the gifts, shooting an apologetic glance towards the hybrid. And from there it had only gotten worse.

It was rather unfair. Jungkook loved flowers, they were beautiful, and they smelt sweet and pretty, but the love was clearly not mutual. It hadn’t taken him long before the incessant itch clung to his sinuses, making paying attention to his classes increasingly difficult. All around him students traded cards and flowers with mirth, and he wanted to go home. Yugyeom had given him some of his own allergy medication, upping the dosage, but it was never truly effective for Jungkook. His hybrid genes just burnt off anything in his system before any real progress could be made. So, he was left to suffer.

It was hard to believe his day had taken such a turn for the worst, it had started off so well too. 6am he had been nudged awake by soft prodding and strokes along his sides. This had caused him to twist and muffle his giggles into Taehyung’s bare chest - only to realise that he had trapped himself in the infamous ‘iron cuddle grip’ and had left himself vulnerable to the hands rousing him from sleep. Hoseok hadn’t hesitated to continue, letting Jungkook’s whines and squirms be responsible for waking up Taehyung, and even if the witch had pouted and been grumpy for the first half an hour, it had quickly dissolved into teasing and discussion about whatever usual whacked dream Tae had had during the night. They had eaten breakfast together and shared kisses in the shower and had even gone as far to drop him off at school together to give him final kisses and promises for the day ahead.

Yet now he sat miserably in his drawing class, catching a sharp flurry of sneezes into his palm, and trying his best to sink into the shadows and away from everyone’s lingering gazes.

It wasn’t like he could help it. The frequency of the attacks were becoming more apparent with each passing moment and being in an enclosed theatre wasn’t helping. The girl next to him offered a sympathetic look before digging out some tissues for him, gesturing to a smudge of charcoal on his face as well.

Jungkook didn’t even care how desperate he appeared when he excused himself to the bathrooms to blow his nose. His head was beginning the ache and no amount of sniffling could help his running nose. There was a lengthy moment in the bathrooms just dedicated to splashing water on his face before staring blurrily at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were tinged red and his nose had taken on such a bright hue that if he walked home someone would probably grab him to shoot a cold commercial. Looking closely – and this very well may have been his imagination, but he could have sworn that he could see a fine layer pollen sticking to his black ears. It was probably there. With how tight his chest was feeling, there had to have been something on him.

He coughed and blew his nose once more, contemplating if it would help if he just blocked his nostrils with the tissues from the rest of the session. He would look like a fool, but it could help… then again, with how sensitive his nose was currently it would probably just make it worse.

A big part of him wondered what Tae and Hobi were doing, they weren’t allergic to flowers like he was so they were often able to still enjoy the day without having to worry too much about how they were going to feel at the end of it.

Hoseok had probably been spoiled by his classes and other staff members. Even before they’d started dating, Jungkook could see how much he appreciated the small little love notes or being gifted with a flower or a surprise date, or just being able to flaunt a relationship and be emerged in a bubble of emotions that left people staring longingly. He was able to do and get all of those things now, perhaps not all from Jungkook, but he got everything he deserved. Valentine’s day was always a big day from Hobi, probably because he never really cared about it before – especially back when he had still not to come out. And Jungkook was glad that he got spoilt now, he loved that people loved his boyfriend, and he especially loved how after being showered in complements and affection all day, the dancer came home and reached out in preference to his boyfriends.

With regards to his witch, the events shouldn’t be that much different. Taehyung was probably hiding behind some shelves, going through spell books. Or playfully flirting with Namjoon and Yoongi again. Or knocking off the love attempts of his small following of ‘fans’ that often came to the shop to swoon over him – much to Yoongi’s annoyance. Jungkook could never actually tell how Tae’s day would go. It seemed that every day was a day that someone expressed their ‘love’ for him, that hadn’t changed from when they had been teenagers.

Sinking to the tiled floor, he brought out his phone, frowning at the new crack in the screen from when he’d dropped it early that day. His ears drooped low, almost hiding his face as he stared down at their group chat.

Tae had posted an image about an hour ago of him fanning away faux tears while holding up three red roses dramatically, claiming that someone had -Unsurprisingly - confessed their undying love to him. He could see Yoongi over his boyfriends plaid shoulder entirely unamused at his apprentices actions. No doubt Tae had been lectured or had been subjected to a mouthful of tired, witty complaints after taking the photo.

Jungkook smiled at the quick replies beneath it.

From: ~♥Sunshine☼~

“Hope they have life insurance.”

From: ~♥Tae♥~

“Hobi... You can’t kill them….”

From: ~♥Sunshine☼~

“Don’t need to. Poor heart must have given out in defeat after you told them about your two super protective boyfriends.”

From: ~♥Tae♥~

“Two super protective, lovable and sinfully attractive boyfriends. And yes. I think a part of it did, and again when Yoongi interrupted them after they propositioned for a number swap…. but on an upside. I got to boast about you both again!! Highlight of my working hours.”

After some more mild threats, Hobi mentioned some other points of his day – mostly speaking about the dare Jimin had been put up too, crashing into the staff room that morning wearing a bright pink and white cupid outfit with wings and a halo, throwing around confetti and giving him sunflowers, and then all of the cute cupids throughout the separate grades coming to hand out things or sing to designated students.

There were some time gaps in the conversations after that, between the sections where either of them were too busy too answer, but they seemed to be having fun as they switched to teasing each other. Both had left prompts or questions for Jungkook more than once, always willing to drag the youngest into their banter. Although his absence wasn’t uncharacteristic, his eyes still lingered on the softly toned question that Tae had slid out barely fifteen minutes before, asking whether Jungkook was busy and what he had been up too…

Not feeling up to making excuses, Jungkook tapped into his camera and took a quick, slightly blurry selca – not even bothering to double check it before he sent it through the chat. He looked terrible, and he would still look terrible if he checked it anyway. He breathed heavily from his mouth as he wiped his nose, only to increase the sensitive tingles that pulsed through him. Jungkook could feel his eyes burn with irritated tears and they itched. God he wanted to rub at them, and his ears, they always got this way when he was around flowers for too long, but he knew it was a bad idea. University was not the place to let his allergies and instincts completely control his actions.

He lifted his phone lazily to see new messages had come through.

From: ~♥Sunshine☼~

“Oh Bun…”

From: ~♥Tae♥~

“Are you okay?”

“Allergies?”

“Is it bad there?”

“Can you breathe fine? Should I come fetch you?”

From: ~♥Sunshine☼~

“I think you should leave early… Tae, ask Yoongi to borrow his car..”

“and maybe bring something menthol.”

“I’m fine mostly… Just really sneezy. And my chest is a little tight but it’s not that bad, probably frojnm” –

Jungkook sneezed openly into his lap, blinking in a daze before realising he had accidentally sent the message.

“from exposure.”***

From: ~♥Tae♥~

“I’m going to leave now, should I come fetch you from a specific building? Or wait outside?”

There was a small part of Jungkook that felt bad for being an inconvenience, but mostly he was satisfied that he was going to go home. Even if that meant that Tae missed out on some of the usual adoring customers being even more adoring towards him, Jungkook will get to shower and nap and just exist in peace for a bit. And that sounded great.

“outside. I’ll leave now.”

From: ~♥Sunshine☼~

“love you Jungkook. I’ll be home as soon as I can!”

From: ~♥Tae♥~

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, maximum.”

He didn’t waste any more time. Discarding his used tissues, Jungkook shuffled back to his classroom. He coughed into his fist as soon as the door to the theatre had closed behind him, locking him inside with his demons. Thankfully he didn’t have to explain much to his lecturer. They had taken one look at him and just waved him away sympathetically, telling him to feel better and to try get some work done later if possible. Given the all clear, he had practically sprinted out of the room after grabbing his supplies.

The sun beamed down on him, almost brutally. His black wardrobe wasn’t helping much in that regard, but he walked hastily through the bustling courtyard to find the shading parking area just outside the security gates. A campus guard gave him a brief wave as he passed, eyes softening a little at the state of the shy, yet charismatic hybrid that he had come to know. Jungkook held his wrist to his nose as he ventured further away from the small crowds of people. He found an old bench that was situated under one of the many large Korean oak trees, that’s shadows were cast over his skin mimicking that of a cool breeze. It wasn’t the most comfortable seat, but it served his purpose. After getting as comfortable as he could on the frail wood, he tried once more to clear his nose. It was a hopeless attempt of trying to rid himself of symptoms, one that had obviously failed and had left him sinking back into the old harsh wood of the bench with closed eyes. He couldn’t smell the usually musky, earthy scent that clung to this area and he wasn’t willing to send himself into a fit by looking up at the dappled light shining through the leaves over head – although he could probably recall each and every possible shade that it could be right then. He’d tried to paint the various lighting on the leaves many times, year-round. The view was usually one he’d never want to miss, but the day had taken every last bit of energy he had and trying to appreciate it right this second just wasn’t going to be possible.

“Kook?”

Jungkook opened his eyes to see Taehyung peering out of the driver window of Yoongi’s much loved Jeep. Had ten minutes passed already? It hadn’t seemed like it… Jungkook blinked slowly at the vehicle a few steps in front of him, reached to rub subconsciously at his eyes. Taehyung looked just has beautiful as he had that morning, his pinched brows more prominent by the red bandana that exposed his forehead. He had parked the car at a slant so that he could pull off easily, not caring about the irked glances security was sending his way for taking up more than one parking.

Realising a bit belatedly that this was his lift, Jungkook sniffed and grabbed his things, shuffling tiredly to the passenger door. He vaguely heard Tae say something else as he hopped into the seat and tossed his things to the back, but he wasn’t really paying attention. A warm hand brushed through his hair, down his arm and then settled on his own fist. Jungkook closed his eyes once more and rested his head against the glass as Tae started driving, his hand being intertwined into a tight grasp that lay between the both of them as he drifted languidly to the sound of tires on tarmac and Tae’s gentle humming.

“How is he?” Hoseok asked as Taehyung grabbed two of the three grocery bags the elder had been carrying inside, both moving too quickly put them onto the kitchen counter before starting to pack things away.

Hoseok had wanted to come home straight after work but had opted to going shopping in order to at least make something up for later if Jungkook was up for it – he was able to grab a few things for his boyfriends as well. They usually didn’t get things for each other when it came to these types of holidays, but he couldn’t help himself.

Taehyung shrugged. “He was really tired, so I had to wake him up a few times before he could shower, then he just kind of went to bed. I barely got a full sentence out of him.”

Hoseok sighed heavily. It wasn’t as worrying as the first few times he’d seen Jungkook get allergy attacks, he’d learnt that the hybrid tended to get stuck in his head and what he was feeling. Most of the time Jungkook didn’t even realise that he was going quiet, but Hoseok wished that he would at least let them help more.

“He probably just needs some time for the worst of it to calm down, I bought some scented lotions for later. If he wants it. Some dark chocolate too.”

“Should we make a soup or something?” Tae pondered. They usually stuck to warm foods when it came to allergies and colds, especially with Jungkook who was prone to rhinitis.

“I was thinking about making a curry, or ordering one in if Jungkook needed us, but if he’s still asleep we can start making it now. The spices would help a bit.” Hoseok pursed his lips as he looked over what was yet to be packed away, his hands resting on his hips.

He startled a bit when he felt Taehyung wrap his arms around him from behind, resting his head into the crook of Hoseok’s neck as he engulfed the dancer into a fierce yet tender hug. Taehyung laid a kiss just below Hobi’s ear, smiling against the elders skin before sighing happily and relaxing onto his boyfriends sturdy frame.

“Why don’t you go shower so long? You’ve also had a long day… I’ll start cutting everything for you, I’ve gotten better - you’ve taught me well.” Tae said softly, his chest warming as Hoseok leant back as fluidly as he had leant on the dancer. “Then we can set up for a nice night in. Kookie didn’t even bother to set up a nest earlier, so I think it would be nice if we tried to do something like that for him. Then he can be comfortable enough to decide if he wants help or not…”

Hobi chuckled. “A little eager?”

“What can I say? He’s adorable… and I wasn’t the one that bought scented lotions and chocolate.”

“Touché.” Hoseok stepped out from the embrace with a grin, not wanting to inform the witch that he’d gotten those specifically because he knew the other two enjoyed it. He didn’t typically get the same reactions from it as they did, but he loved the care involved. Thinking about what the night entailed got his body buzzed with warm sparks as the expensive gift bag that he’d smuggled inside using his duffle bag came to mind. He couldn’t wait to for his boyfriends to see what he’d gotten them. “I’ll go shower, hopefully Kook is feeling better later… Be careful with that knife!”

It wasn’t long before both Taehyung and Hoseok had finished with their preparations. Their meal was simmering away, filling the apartment with rich spicy aroma’s, and they had transformed their lounge into what they hoped was an appropriate nest of sorts. Carrying a mattress from one of their guest rooms had been a little difficult to do quietly, but Tae had peeked in on Jungkook to see that he was still uncovered, lying diagonally across their bed, smothering his snores into a pillow. After that, collecting a variety of blankets, pillows, plushies and majority of the soft scarves and sweaters that they had, had been a piece of cake. Hobi had made sure to dedicate a small table to the lotions and tissues, while another stayed mostly bare for their food and drinks later, the only thing adorning it was the chocolates Hobi had bought alongside a small herbal arrangement that Tae had gone and grabbed from Hoseok’s little garden on the ground floor, adding a few roses that he had easily twined up from wire.

Overall, it looked cute. It had even been fun to make.

They curled up on their soft creation while Taehyung set up a line-up of movies, listening to Hobi’s suggestions intently – not caring that half of his ideas were going to leave them crying if they watched them.

If its what Hobi wanted, it’s what he was going to get.

It was just before six when Jungkook stumbled into the room. His nose was still red and a bit swollen, and his fist rubbed at his one ear with annoyance. The bunny hybrid had paused, his brows pitched into a tight frown as he took in the set up before him, then sniffled and collapsed onto Taehyung where he sat amongst the blankets.

He had woken up feeling a bit more refreshed, that tightness in his chest had disappeared, but he was still bothered by that itchy feeling in his sinuses and congestion.

“How’re you feeling, Bun?” Hoseok asked as he joined them from the kitchen. His hand tangling up into Jungkook’s hair before scratching slowly at the base of his ear.

The hybrid blinked as a buzzed sensation did a lap through his body, leaving him rubbing a finger under his nose harshly. He could feel Taehyung pulling him back so that he’d be resting against the witches chest, Tae’s large hands rubbed ticklish circles into his sides that left him twitching in the elders lap.

“Bun?”

“’m fine..” Jungkook answered, focusing his slitted gaze on Hoseok’s face hovering before him. “Just…meh.”

Hobi hummed lowly. He dragged his nail along the length of Jungkook’s ear, sending shivers to course through his body. Hoseok did it again – slower – grinning as he watched as Tae flushed lightly and bit at his lip while Jungkook squirmed harder against the witches lap.

“What’s bothering you Kook? Should we help?” Hoseok asked softly.

“We made some food for us, too.” Taehyung added, a smidge deeper than usual. “We were going to wake you, but then we wouldn’t have been able to surprise you…”

Jungkook smothered a yawn into his fist, resting his head back onto Tae’s shoulder as he glanced around. The smile that spread across his lips wouldn’t stop growing as he caught sight of everything that they’d put into their attempt at nesting. They’d actually done well, almost an exact copy of what he would have done. His gaze landed on a set of lotions and the itch in his nose only seemed to increase at the thought of opening one of them.

“Food sounds great.” He said, scrunching up his nose. “I didn’t really feel like eating earlier.”

Without a moments’ pause Hoseok was heading back to the kitchen, followed closely by Tae who had gently nudged Jungkook to curl into the blankets beside him rather than on him so that he could help. They had dished up hastily, putting a hefty amount of the curry and rice mixture on the hybrids plate before carrying it out. Tae had made sure to grab a few bottles of flavoured milk before he returned to the room, where Hoseok and Jungkook were lighting up two of his large, sturdy scentless candles. With a soft smile he flicked his wrist towards the switch on the wall as he sat beside Jungkook, letting the room fall to darkness before the candles flame settled into a stable glow. They moved the candles up on either side of the tv screen and away from any possible accident range.

The meal had been a simple setting of silence, the trio all paying attention to either their food or the film that was playing just loud enough to not disturb the neighbours. Jungkook had sat through half the meal with tissues grasped in his hand, wiping at his nose every few minutes as the spices and heat opened up his sinuses. The itch had still not left, but had taken a bit of a backseat momentarily, which Jungkook didn’t know if he was thankful or annoyed about.

This definitely wasn’t exactly how he had planned for this day to go, it never was, but his boyfriends had somehow found an alternative to still have a good time. A part of him knew, the part that kept glancing back to those meticulously arranged lotions, that it would feel good to sneeze now, unlike earlier when the rest of his symptoms were problematic. Yet he didn’t want to ruin the soft mood that had been created. Not to mention asking them to help him with his nose was probably not very high on the romance list. Just one normal Valentines. That’s his aim. Just one. Surely it was possible…

So, he bit down on his lip and tried his best to ignore that lingering tickle, sipping on some milk, and letting the chocolate melt over his tongue.

They had just started the second film -another cute romcom that Hoseok had been hung up about- when Jungkook felt that tickle become apparent once more. Consuming him so far that he hadn’t realised that he had audibly hitched until he felt Tae’s soft, concerned strokes along his back. Defeated, Jungkook raised his hands to hover in front of his face, letting his breath shake and build – only to rapidly blink in confusion as the urge left him disappointed and sniffling. He frowned, then shrugged sheepishly at his boyfriends who had both turned to watch him. Hesitantly, they returned their focus to the movie, Hoseok had shuffled a bit closer to hug into Jungkook’s side while he watched so that he could hide his smile into the hybrids shirt each time something cute or embarrassing happened on the screen. Which Jungkook usually encouraged, but now Hoseok would give him a quick sideways glance each time he felt the youngers breath stutter – and he was almost certain that Taehyung had been aware of it as well after he moved the open box of tissues closer. After the fifth empty promise Jungkook didn’t care that it was blatantly obvious what he needed, he just wanted to be able to sneeze.

He sat up straight, causing Hobi to be pushed off of him, and rubbed at his nose as he glanced up to the ceiling. His breathing built shakily but once again, nothing happened. He let out a frustrated moan and pressed both hands to the base of his ears, rubbing hard to try and force some sort of result out of him.

“Jungkook?” Hoseok prodded, pulling one of the hybrids hands away from his ears. “What’s wrong?”

“I ne-h’hih-ed to sne-ehh..hh’heh…”

And then he saw through teary eyes, the soft tissue held before him.

“Let us help then, yeah?” Tae said deeply. It wasn’t like Jungkook was going to decline that offer.

Taehyung wrapped an arm over Jungkook’s shoulders to get more comfortable and then gently placed his tissue-armoured hand over the hybrid’s twitching red nose. Jungkook stiffened as his breathing faltered further by just having the enclosed warmth from Tae’s palm, both arms falling to his lap. An urgent whine crept from his throat as he felt the pressure of the witches fingers on the sinuses either side of his nose. His mouth had fallen open with soft, panting breaths and he could feel Tae’s arm tightening around him as he gently massaged in silence.

A tight ball of heat had settled in Jungkook’s stomach, gradually working its way into his chest as he was left a physical mess and Taehyung pulled away to switch to a new tissue, deciding that the old one had become useless. Jungkook had been about to complain when he felt a long cooling breath directly hit his nose from the left. His eyes had snapped shut and he had pitched forward so quickly that Taehyung had barely made it time to catch the wet fit of sneezes that had allergic tears trickling down Jungkook’s cheeks.

Huhe’TSHhh!! ..Hehh’ETCHhew! Eh’TSHhiew!...... … Heh’ehhhshheww … Heh’eehhhTCHsheww!!

Instinctively Jungkook had reached up to cover, trapping Tae’s hand in place as he snapped forward with another triple – half stifled as he squished into the steady palm.

“Bless.” Hoseok pressed a hand to the nape of Jungkook’s neck. “Better?”

Jungkook sniffled as Taehyung pulled away, only to have Hoseok press another tissue to his nose.

“Blow for me.”

A flush spread across Jungkook’s cheeks at the request but he did as was asked, taking a deep breath before blowing out with wet muffled burst. Hoseok didn’t flinch away and wiped at the hybrids nose once he’d finished.

Jungkook glanced away to see Taehyung slip a piece of chocolate into his mouth, then the witch met his gaze through dark, heavy lashes.

“Better?” He repeated Hobi’s question.

Mostly. The itch wasn’t completely gone, but it wasn’t as bad as before. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to brush it aside anymore.

His mouth fell open to begin his explanation only to be met with chocolate flavoured lips. For the first time since that morning Jungkook was able to fully catch the witches scent. A wave of familiarity doused him, urging him into further contentment. He sniffed and leant closer as Tae had gone to move away, pressing his lips to the column of his neck as he breathed in the woodsy scent once more. A rumble vibrated through Taehyung’s throat as he laughed, pulling Jungkook into him as he rolled back into the nest playfully.

“You seem better.” Hoseok murmured with amusement.

“I-“ Jungkook looked up to see Hobi also reaching for the chocolate. “Thank you…It still… its fuzzy.”

“You want us to keep helping you, Kookie?”

Slowly, Jungkook nodded. A heat spread up his neck as Taehyung grinned at him, almost like he’d been waiting for Jungkook to ask all night.

“Can you lean back into me Bun?”

The question was practically rhetorical, Jungkook wasn’t going to be going against anything they asked of him at this point. He glanced over Tae’s shoulder and the elder’s grin slid into a lazy smirk.

“Tilt up.”

Their movie played on in the background, barely being heard over the pounding in Jungkook’s ears paired with his heavy breaths. Hobi held him gently and rubbed his cheek against the tender part of Jungkook’s neck, only increasing his pants a light trickle of pleasure bled through him. Taehyung took his time, dabbing a small section of his wrist with one of the bottles Jungkook had so keenly peered at before twisting a tissue up, ready to get to work. The hybrids nose twitched as he caught the sweet, fruity scent – at first only becoming slightly irritated until Taehyung moved closer. The candlelight hit the elder like a heavenly glow, an angel descending towards him with expression of something fallen rather than graced. He wondered what Hoseok would look like next to him – he wondered what Taehyung saw when he looked at them. From the depth of his gaze, Jungkook could only assume that it was something just as mesmerising as his view…

His senses burned.

Jungkook gasped and felt his eyes flutter shut as Taehyung moved to sit on his lap, his legs overlapping Hobi’s on either side of Jungkook. The witch reached up and pulled lightly at one of his ears and Jungkook moaned as he sniffed deeply, earning himself a lungful of the intoxicatingly sweet scent that had him pitch forward with a sharp ‘H’ehh’nngxch’. A finger settled below his chin and he met Taehyung’s burning eyes and tilted his head back obediently, his breath hitching against the scented wrist of the witch as he carefully inserted the tissue. The tickle that had permanently settled at the back of his nose reared into a dominant existence as Taehyung moved the ‘tool’ around in a calculated manner, while Hoseok took to laying soft kisses along his neck and ears.

Hoseok murmured soft words as he rubbed his thumbs into Jungkook’s lower back, asking how he was or if he wanted more. The bunny couldn’t even formulate a full sentence without his breath stuttering off. God, if he knew this was how his day would have ended he probably wouldn’t have been so annoyed about it in the beginning.

Tae angled the tissue to reach slightly further in, biting his lip as Jungkook slackened beneath him, but still resulted in nothing more than desperate hitching.

“Angel…” Tae whispered deeply as he pushed the bottle of lotion that he’d opened towards Hobi. “Maybe we should work together on this…”

Hoseok kissed Jungkook’s neck a final time before he emptied some of the oil onto his palm behind the hybrids back. Taehyung returned his attention to Jungkook, dragging the tip of his forefinger lightly around the rims of the hybrids nose before returning the tissue to the next nostril.

Nghh hh hih… … huh.huh ..huh hhh… mmghhm..

Jungkook was going to die of frustration. Truly and entirely. Taehyung was teasing him now. The witch could very easily help him alone. He knew exactly what to do and where to go, and yet he wished to tempt and torture it out of Jungkook. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but damnit… now?

Jungkook gasped as heat scorched his blood. Taehyung had to rest a hand on his shoulder to steady him from slipped forward as Hoseok slipped his hands beneath the bunnies shirt. The dancers fingers glided over his skin like a sculptor, fluidly glazing his skin with the cold lotion. His nose quivered and his chest heaved. Immediately he was crumbling into a sniffling mess, Taehyung had even taken a moment to stop his tempting – although that may have been a new type of torture, letting Jungkook’s breath build. Somewhat desperate, Jungkook reached up to paw at the bridge of his nose only to have Hoseok grab a hold of his wrist, pulling it to join his own trailing the hybrids clenched stomach.

“Poor Kookie.” Taehyung brushed his hand through the youngers hair, tugging it lightly before petting down the length of Jungkook’s ear. “Why can’t you sneeze… hmm?”

“T-hih- teassahh ..snf snf..ah huh hh...”

Almost pitying, Taehyung settled his hand on Jungkook’s cheek, and the hybrids nostrils flared. A single finger ran down the bridge of Jungkook’s nose and his chest burst with an aching heat.

Huh iih eh ehh ehH’HESHI’uh! HEH’ITDZshhh! …Huh.. hh..nmmnmm snf. SNf. … eh ehh’hh ..h he heH…. heh’NGGXTshhheww! H’NGCHh’shuh… snnf

Jungkook panted and sniffled thickly, refusing to open his eyes to see the mess he’d probably made on Taehyung’s arm that had yet to move. One of Hoseok’s hand found its way up Jungkook’s spine, steadily sending chills through his body until the dancer slipped out and massaged at Jungkook’s ears. The bunny snapped forward into another bout of desperate breathy sneezes as his fur became slicked back and oiled as well.

“There you go..” Taehyung murmured lowly as he brought a tissue to the hybrids nose, catching the wet expulsions with a gently grasp – giving soft, prodding massages whenever the younger stuttered off shakily.

Between Taehyung’s pestering and Hoseok’s support and wayward gestures, Jungkook was pretty fucking blissed.

“You good?” Taehyung asked, pulling the younger into his embrace once Hoseok had excused himself to the bathroom.

“Mmmm. Stuffy… but good.” Jungkook ran his wrist under his nose, only to prompt a congested sneeze into his lap twice more.

Even after the lengthy shower that they’d had, Jungkook still couldn’t breathe out of his nose but it wasn’t exactly surprising. Taehyung had continued his teasing for almost an hour before deciding he’d done a decent job of satisfying what Jungkook needed. It had been great, Jungkook couldn’t remember the last time Taehyung had played this way, the last couple times that he’d asked for help had been simple and somewhat time restrained. And having both his boyfriends at his disposal had been the topping of it all.

He closed his eyes and lent his head back onto Tae’s chest while the elder started to hum a soft tune that had a gradually serenity flooding into Jungkook’s body, almost encouraging the bunny to slip into sleep. He had been teetering on the edge of darkness when he heard the sound of Hoseok’s light footsteps re-enter the room.

“Oh… is he asleep?”

“No,” Taehyung answered just as softly as Hobi had asked. “Not yet anyway..”

“Okay… Okay, I have to do something.” Hoseok said, oddly serious.

Jungkook forced his eyes open again to see the usually spriteful dancer shuffling awkwardly in the dim candlelight, his thick jacket grasped tightly in his hands. Jungkook tried to swallow his yawn, failing to a second one, before clearing his throat with a light cough.

“You’re … leaving?” Jungkook frowned, his ears drooping low at the mere thought of not having both of his boyfriends near him.

“No!” Hoseok moved to his knees directly in front of the pair. His jacket falling to the ground with a thud. “I need to do something with you two.. or say something rather… and I hope you.. I don’t know.. like it? I guess?”

“Okay then..” Taehyung set his chin lazily on top of Jungkook’s head, giving Hobi a small reassuring smile. “I’m pretty sure we agreed no gifts, but if you need too…”

“I do.” Hoseok licked his lips, taking a shaky breath. For a moment the only sound in the room was Jungkook’s soft sniffles that he tried to muffle into his sleeve. Another breath, deeper and steadier this time. “I love you… both of you, so much I can’t even comprehend it. How did I end up at this point? The closeted human kid ending up in a relationship as comfortable and loving as this with not one, but two heart throbbingly precious men whose souls are probably the most kind and fearless and open that I will ever meet… I got so lucky.. I can’t imagine not seeing you every day, or not waking up to a full bed, or not watching you two bicker over food, or kissing you after a long day, or hearing your completely bizarre daily adventures – especially you Tae, I want to know every time you accidentally set something on fire or make potions combust in their jars –“

“it was two times!”

“My point being,” Hoseok laughed. “That I want to be in your lives for the rest of mine. I know I probably could have planned this better, but I suppose everything about us was a bit spontaneous…” he reached into the inner pockets of his jacket and retrieved two velvet boxes in each fist. “I know you both would do this differently, given the obvious differences, but I felt like this was the right time for me… we don’t need to like do anything straight away or anything I just-“

Jungkook reached out to touch Hoseok’s leg, halting the mans speech. “You’re rambling Sunshine.”

Hoseok bit at his bottom lip as he saw the faint confusion tinted in the bunnies furrowed brows and pursed lips, yet Taehyung was beaming with glistening eyes, his gaze never leaving Hoseok’s face.

“I- uh… here.” He handed the emerald box to Taehyung, who seemed to be trying not to shed any surprised tears, then pushed the crimson box into Jungkook’s palm. The hybrid’s confused expression rapidly turning into one of awe. “It’s not a unique sigil, or a mating mark, but this is the only way I can make a physical bond. I’ve thought about this for so long and I just…..I… yeah.. ..m-marry me?”

“Ma-Marry?” Jungkook blinked widely, while Taehyung squeezed the hybrid tightly with a huge boxy grin.

“As if we’d ever say no to you?” Taehyung giggled, the candlelight doing a good job at hiding the flush that had crept to his cheeks.

“Marry?” Jungkook repeated, almost hollowly.

Hoseok swallowed hard at the what could be about to happen. God, had this been a mistake? “You don’t need to say yes Bun, I just.. this is something I needed to ask. I just wanted us.. I just want to be bound to you more than just words. I want people to see that you’re mine, but it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

Taehyung peered down at the bunny questionably then opened his box. The ring was a thick simple band of white, laced with gold intricate designs of engraved roses and small rose quartz embedded in a circle throughout the centre. He didn’t stop the tears from falling then. Just nodded while biting down on his lip. Jungkook turned to see the ring, then looked down at his own box with his mouth agape.

“You.. You want to marry me?” Jungkook spoke softly. “I just spent the last hour and a half sneezing myself into the next plain of reality, and you choose now to ask this?” The hybrid gave a choked laugh, opening his box to see a black ring that was identical to Tae’s in design. Simple and yet so beautiful. “Oh my god Jung Hoseok. You have the worst timing. I love you so much.”

Hoseok sucked in a tight breath and shifted to sit beside the pair. “Is that a yes?”

Jungkook started laughing again, sniffling back his tears. “Are you going to put these on us?”

Hobi grinned so widely it hurt. His blood danced and his heart screamed as both of his boyfriends leant into him, letting him slide their rings on.

“Ohhh this is going to start a riot at work.” Taehyung teased happily. The giddiness in his voice only increasing as time passed.

“Good those girls can finally leave you alone.” Hobi kissed Tae’s shoulder as he intertwined his fingers with Jungkook’s. the ring pleasantly cool against his skin.

“To think I wasn’t looking forward to this day.” Jungkook mumbled, leaning back into both of his boyfriends arms.. “Best Disaster Day of my life

#sneeze #sneeze kink?#bts sickfic #bts fanfic #witch taehyung #human hoseok #bunny hybrid jungkook #allergies #valentines #poly #established relationship #requested #I tried #alternate universe #magic exists #proposal?#its meant to be cute #anyway enjoy

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Fifteen

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, College! Yoongi, Sub! Yoongi

Word Count: 10.1k ( this is unedited for now)

A/N: hello its 4am and, Im dead inside but, I love soft yoongi so much. I hope this makes you happy :)))) This chapter was really supposed to be about Jimin’s showcase but, there is a lil spice and a whole lot of Suga (ha, get it?) at the end. Please please please let me know what you think, it means the world.

NOTE: ALL BOLDED WORDS INDICATE WHEN CHARACTERS ARE SPEAKING KOREAN

Warnings for this Chapter: overwhelming tension as we wait for the winner of the showcase to be announced, language, alcohol use (stay safe kidz), like an insane amount of fluff and friendship, smut (18+ only plz).

Chapter 15: Park Fairy and Professions

So, you think you can make it out of Yoongi’s studio aka the place where you’ve realized you’re most definitely falling for the one and only Min Yoongi aka Agust D aka THE CUTEST MAN ALIVE???

You can!

Well, barely…

After the conclusion of yet another round of morning sex, you finally pry your greedy hands off of Yoongi’s body and, force yourself to head home to freshen up before Jimin’s show.

Yoongi hadn’t been very fond of the idea but, the logical side of him knew that the two of you couldn’t stay cocooned together forever.

(even though he would have been totally fine with that)

He walked you to your car, flipping Seijin off as he berated him from the front desk and, placed at least 5 shy kisses onto your mouth after opening your car door.

Home boy was thoroughly whipped…

But I mean…so we’re you.

Because, now that you’re sitting on your couch in nothing but your towel, you can’t help but allow a drunken smile to invade your mouth.

While you might have erred on the side of caution a month or two prior, you can’t help but, free fall into the mushy pit of emotion that’s currently taking over your brain.

It’s nothing you can avoid anymore. You’ve been trying for quite some time.

You’re hopelessly, recklessly, falling in-

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): ANNOUNCEMENT: TONIGHT IS MY BOYFRIEND’S, AKA PARK JIMIN’S, AKA PRINCESS JIMJIM’S, AKA THE LOVE OF MY LIFE’S SHOWCASE AND, HIS MAJESTY WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU NEED TO BE AT THE PERFORMING SPACE A HALF AN HOUR EARLY TO MAKE SURE YOU GET IN ON TIME. IF YOU FAIL TO COMPLY, I WILL PERSONALLY BEHEAD YOU.

Saved by the bell…

You giggle, your heart warming at Jungkook’s open display of (aggressive) affection.

He’s come along way.

BROS FOR LYFE: I’ll be there! Even though getting beheaded by Jungkook doesn’t sound like a bad way to go…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): when he sends out death threats for you <333 I can’t wait to see you kookie, I miss you so much. Are you guys staying the night?

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I’m definitely staying the night. I don’t know what Tae is doing.

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): and given that he ate my leftovers last night, I don’t care what he’s doing :D

BROS FOR LYFE: the ultimate sin

BROS FOR LYFE: tae, I’m surprised you survived through the night…

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): The leftovers were unmarked, aka they were fair game

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): also, yes we’re staying the night but, we have to leave early in the morning because we have finals to study for

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): YOU KNEW THEY WERE MINE

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): kookie never said he missed me back so, he might not have a place to stay tonight -_-

BROS FOR LYFE: valid

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): NOT VALID AT ALL

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): we spent four hours on facetime last night (while Taehyung the Traitor was taking candy (my leftovers) from a baby (me) ) talking about how much we missed eachother

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I can’t be gross in the main chat but, you know I miss you a lot

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): good point <333 I love u

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Y/N is Yoongi coming tonight??? I really want to meet him

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I love you more jagiya

BROS FOR LYFE: *cries in genuine love and happiness for two of my best friends finding that good ol fashion true love*

BROS FOR LYFE: He’s coming <333

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): is he? He’s a cool guy, I feel bad that I didn’t talk to him more but, I got distracted

BROS FOR LYFE: all of you were distracted that night smh but, yeah he’ll be there

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): forgive me; I was confessing my undying love for Jimin

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): and I was trying not to murder the group of co-eds for swarming my man like a bunch of fucking vultures ^-^

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): and I was uh…you know…getting laid

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): see Y/N, Tae has no excuse…

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): he’s just awful :-)

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): you were also getting laid??? At least I actually met Y/N’s new boyfriend

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): excuse you, I was making love…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Kookie (◕‿◕✿)

BROS FOR LYFE: There’s no hard feelings, yoongi and I were unbothered

BROS FOR LYFE: we all got laid that night XD

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): did she just

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): XD us

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I’m so proud :’’’)

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): we’re getting distracted though

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): tonight is about the one

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): the only

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): Park Jimin

BROS FOR LYFE: True that

BROS FOR LYFE: Park Fairy, we are so excited to see you dance tonight! I already know that you’re going to blow us away but, I am not prepared for how hard I’m going to cry.

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I hope I make you guys proud, having you there means the world to me

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): hi, can you stop saying nice things? I’m in public and, I don’t need strangers seeing me cry

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): He’s cried twice already…once at the gas station and, once at mcdonalds

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): THEY FORGOT MY BACON

BROS FOR LYFE: Jimin, we’re already so proud of you…like? You’re literally so talented. We’ve been proud since you won the 7th grade talent show. WE WORE MATCHING T-SHIRTS

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): ahhh yes, how could I forget? You made Taemin cry lol

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): NOT ON PURPOSE

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): he was really good

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I was just…you know…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): better…

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): isn’t he a pornstar now?

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): is he?!?!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): can 100% confirm that he is a pornstar

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): -_-

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): how do you know?

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): lmao

BROS FOR LYFE: gtg

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): well this was fun! Love you jagiyaaaa! We’re about to go through a very windy tunnel!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): underground!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I can’t hear you *static sound*

BROS FOR LYFE: did he just

BROS FOR LYFE: type out…static sound?

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I’m going to kill him (◕‿◕✿)

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): lol Jungkook has left the chat. We do have to get back on the road though. We love you guys, see you soon : )

BROS FOR LYFE: Love you guys! Drive safe through all of those windy underground tunnels lol

As usual, a conversation with your best friend’s never ceases to leave a massive smile on your face.

Those three were good for the soul.

There were a few things you’ve been neglecting for the past two days. One of which was currently howling at your feet.

Marizpan is a fickle creature, as most cats are but, she’s exceedingly affectionate during times like these.

Times when she wants something

She rubs her tabby body against your legs to summon your attention and, immediately you oblige, picking her up and placing her on your lap.

“Hi…did you miss me? I was gone for one whole night and, I nearly died without you…” You lament, giggling as she offers a grumble in response, rubbing her head against your hand as you scratch gently behind your ears.

Another howl comes from Marzipan’s throat as she glances anxiously towards the kitchen:

She wants treats…

Of course.

“I can’t believe, after all of these years, that I actually believed you genuinely wanted affection…” You admonish her, smirking fondly as she grumbles again, eyes still trained on the kitchen.

“Fair enough, come on…” You giggle, patting her butt before the two of you stride towards the cupboard.

Marizpan’s insatiable hunger is satiated for now and, upon surveying your living room, you decide to tidy up a bit.

There was quite a bit of nervousness swirling around your stomach at how tonight would go. If Jimin wins his showcase, the odds of him being hired into his dance company of choice would literally skyrocket.

You know that’s his ultimate goal. It has been ever since you met him and, you wanted to see him succeed so badly. Watching Jimin evolve into the dancer he is today has been a truly incredible experience.

All of your friends have become amazing people and, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at how lucky you are to have them in your life.

Yoongi meeting your friends was kind of a big deal and, you’re trying your best to downplay it. You wanted them to meet at Kappa’s party because, it would have been a less formal setting. In all honesty, you kind of knew that your friends would disappear and do their own thing so, it was a cop out to have them meet there in the first place.

Having them all formally meet on such an important night probably wasn’t the greatest idea but, given that it was Jimin’s suggestion, you figured he was more than ok with it.

There was a gnawing thought in the back of your brain that begins to remind you that the reason you care so much about Yoongi meeting your friends is because well…

You’re in-

Yoongi: Hey, what time should I be there tonight?

The abrupt buzzing on your thigh was a welcome distraction; your incoming texts seem to have impeccable timing.

You: Jungkook said to get there a half hour early so, maybe like 7?

Yikes, the butterflies are in full blown chaos mode and, all Yoongi has done is send you a text.

Yoongi: Ok sounds good.

A few seconds pass before another text comes through.

Yoongi: you left your bra here by the way

You: Ugh I knew I forgot something…

You: Would you mind setting it aside for me? I’ll get it the next time I come over.

The butterflies ricochet uncomfortably in your stomach as you respond with the assumption that you would be coming over again.

Yoongi: ok :-)

Yoongi: thank you for coming to the studio last night

Yoongi: I feel a lot better today

A small smile curves onto your mouth, his little smiley face with the nose are YOU KIDDING ME???

You: anytime <3

You: thank you for trusting me with your emotions; I know that shit isn’t easy.

Yoongi: idk, you make it pretty easy

Yoongi: I gotta keep working but, text me when you’re there so, I can meet up with you guys

Yoongi: have a good day <3

You: I will <3 you too!

Once again, Yoongi has a way of making you feel on top of the world but, saying only a few words. It’s always so genuine, which is why it strikes such a chord in you.

You never understood why people would want to spend all of their free time with one person until you met Yoongi. Obviously, keeping things realistic, you know that isn’t possible. But, you’re fully in that cupcake phase. If you had your way, you’d spend every day with him at this point.

It’s absolutely disgusting.

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For Jimin’s showcase, your outfit choice was simple: just a patterned dress and, some boots. As Jungkook said, tonight is about the one and only PARK JIMIN.

But, you still wanted to look nice, as this night is so incredibly important.

Taehyung and Jungkook called you earlier in the day to let you know they had made it to Jimin’s apartment. Jimin, of course, had already left for the showcase to warm up and, get into his costume.

Yoongi had also texted you 10 minutes ago letting you know that he was leaving his house and, at that, your stomach had swirled once again with excitement.

As you’ve done so many times before, you bid Marzipan an enthusiastic farewell which, of course, isn’t reciprocated.

She’s kind of a rude girl.

But, anyway, off you go.

The ride to your university is longer than usual due to an unscheduled stop at a nearby station but, you make it to the center of campus in less than 20 minutes.

The school is swarming with students, which is obviously unusual for this time of day but, the annual showcase is one of the biggest events of the entire year. So big in fact, that there are several media outlets there to cover it.

You can’t be bothered with that kind of excitement because, you’re dealing with a very different kind of excitement that literally explodes in your gut the moment you see him.

Yoongi is standing by the fountain, dressed in a light blue button up, a chocolate brown pair of cuffed chinos, and dress shoes. His faded hair is combed neatly towards the front of his face and, you swear you’re literally going to melt right here, in the middle of campus.

There isn’t a need to feel shy anymore but, you don’t want to make a scene.

Not in public anyway…

“Hey I’m sorry to bother you but, you look so familiar. Do we have like…class together or something?” You inquire casually, resisting the urge to smile as his gummy smile immediately makes an appearance.

He saw you coming but, he chose not to look up from his phone, still holding on to some level of chill.

“Uh no sorry, I’ve never seen you in my life…” He replies, smiling but, not looking up from his phone, his cheeks flushing as he spots your dress out of the corner of his eye.

“So weird…” You muse before, hooking a finger underneath his chin to bring his gaze towards yours, “I feel like I just saw you this morning though…”

Yoongi thinks you look beautiful and, he kind of wants to proclaim it loudly to the entire quad but, of course, that isn’t his style. Instead, he keeps his smile intact: gums and all, and replies.

“Hm actually, now that I’m looking at you, you do look kind of familiar…”

He’s already itching to kiss you; emotions really are a sickness.

“Maybe this will jog your memory…” You murmur before leaning and pressing your lips against his, immediately wishing that there isn’t a crowd of people surrounding you.

Yoongi’s hands come out on instinct to rest on your hips, cursing himself for already missing the feeling of your lips.

“Do you remember me now?” You whisper, pulling away, one of your hands coming up to cover Yoongi’s.

He blushes, nodding wordlessly, still sort of lingering against your lips, “Y-Yeah…”

“WeEELLL hello there! Hi, yes we are here now so please stop being gross!”

You giggle, reluctantly pulling away from Yoongi’s mouth before turning towards the boisterous voice.

Jungkook and Taehyung are approaching from the huge crowd of people and, you feel Yoongi tuck into your side obviously nervous. They draw attention from a group of girls also loitering by the fountain and, sometimes you forget how unbelievably attractive your best friends are. Taehyung is wearing a maroon button up that’s casually tucked into a pair of the tightest black pants you’ve ever seen and, Jungkook is dressed in all black (dress shirt and pants) along with a tie that LITERALLY HAS JIMIN’S FACE ON IT.

We love a supportive boyfriend.

“Uhmmmm hi??? Where did you get that tie and, why didn’t you bring any Jimin merch to share with the rest of the class?” You inquire, brows raised in expectation causing Taehyung to snicker and shake his head.

Jungkook scoffs, the two of them now standing right in front of you and Yoongi, “This is exclusive. Boyfriends only. Yoongi-ssi it’s good to see you again…” Jungkook bows his head slightly, shaking Yoongi’s hand and, Yoongi accepts it graciously, bowing his head as well.

At this, you raise your brows, not expecting Jungkook to whip out the honorifics but, you can tell it pleases Yoongi by the small smile on his lips.

“It’s good to see you again too, your tie is great.”

Taehyung follows suit, shaking his hand and bowing before speaking, “Yoongi-ssi do you speak Korean?”

Your ears perk up at the unfamiliar language and, immediately you see Yoongi smirk, “I do yes, it’s my first language.”

Jungkook snickers, “Interesting. So what I’m hearing is, we now have a way to communicate without Y/N knowing.”

Narrowing your brows, you nudge Yoongi, “What are they saying???”

Yoongi smirks, turning quickly to press a kiss to your cheek, “Don’t worry about it…”

“Yeah Y/N, the adults are talking…” Taehyung chuckles and, you feel yourself roll your eyes in response.

“Yah this is going to be fun…” Jungkook chuckles causing the other two men to join him.

With a roll of your eyes and, a groan at the back of your throat you, slide your hand down Yoongi’s forearm before interlocking your fingers with his, “You guys suck...”

Yoongi thinks he’s going to melt due to the fact that you are now holding his hand but, he plays it off by snickering along with your friends.

You don’t miss the way his thumb runs over the back of your knuckles whilst he still maintains the smirk on his face, “Did you not know that you’re best friends spoke Korean?”

“Obviously I knew but, they only ever speak it at their parent’s house. I didn’t think they’d use it for mischief...” You grumble, nudging Jungkook as he wraps his arm around you, leading all of you towards the performance space.

“How else do you expect us to intimidate your new boyfriend? If we said it in English, you’d know and ruin all the fun.” Kook explains, very matter of factly, still smirking as he keeps Yoongi and Taehyung entertained.

“Excuse you, I don’t ruin the fun, now you’re just spreading lies...” You admonish, nudging Jungkook even harder, swaying slightly before leaning into Yoongi for support

“You would ruin this specific type of fun.” Taehyung corrects, “we have to make sure Yoongi is a certified Bro...”

“A certified Bro?” Yoongi inquires, brows furrowed in confusion.

Taehyung’s statement and Yoongi’s subsequent confusion make you giggle and, you nod to your cell phone in response, “We made a group chat on Discord like 7 years ago called Bros for Life and, we’ve kept the same name ever since so, that’s how we refer to each other…”

With a nod, Yoongi acknowledges your explanation, thinking it over before turning to Taehyung as the four of you walk closer and closer towards the entrance, “What are the qualifications to becoming a bro?”

Jungkook snickers as your face falls once again, “You’re off to a great start Yoongi-ssi, your willingness to annoy Y/N is impressive.”

Yoongi chuckles, nodding and, although your curiosity is eating you alive and, you want to smack Jungkook for enjoying it so much, you feel warmth blooming in your chest as you see Yoongi interact with your best friends.

Also, hearing Yoongi speak Korean is…you know…hot.

“You speak in a dialect too, which makes you cooler, where are you from?” Taehyung fishes out his wallet, pulling four tickets out as you approach the beginning of the line.

“Daegu, you sound like you’re from Gyeongsang too…”

You recognize the word ‘Daegu’ from his otherwise mystery sentence and, you come to the conclusion that they are likely asking Yoongi where he’s from.

Taehyung’s face goes wide with excitement, slapping Yoongi on the back a bit too hard, “Yahhh I am, I left when I was ten. Y/N your man is doing well so far, we’re from the same area back home.”

The end of Taehyung’s sentence reaches your ears and, you turn towards Yoongi to catch the blush on his cheeks.

‘Your man’ Yoongi thinks, he likes the sound of that.

“Oh yeah that’s right Tae, I forgot you were from Daegu too...look at you guys, having things in common already…” You smile, averting your gaze towards the entrance to the auditorium.

It’s been awhile since you’ve seen Jimin dance. You’d gone to a smaller showcase earlier in the year and, although it was fucking fantastic, you have a feeling that whatever you’re about to experience is going to blow you away.

“Tickets?” A chipper voice draws your attention as the female student extends her hand towards your group.

Taehyung gives her a polite smile before handing over the tickets and, upon checking them out the girl’s face seems to light up.

“Sorry but, are you guys here for Park Jimin?”

You and Yoongi glance at eachother before Jungkook pipes up, “The one and only…he’s my boyfriend…”

Jungkook isn’t one for talking to strangers so, the fact that he is so willing to announce his relationship to this unsuspecting girl is kind of cute.

The girl smiles, her cheeks flushing a bit as she nods, “Oh well…congratulations um, I was just asking because, Mr. Park has a reserved seating area at the front of the auditorium. He also instructed me to tell you that he loves you very much and, if I see Jungkook, which I’m assuming you’re Jungkook…” She laughs and, gestures to Jungkook, “…to tell him that…” She pulls a piece of notebook paper from her pocket, reading intently, “ ‘ To my Kookie Monster, if you aren’t wearing anything with my face on it, I will probably die of a broken heart also, you look really hot, I can’t wait to let you hit it from the back later, lots of kisses, Love your little Mochi…”

The letter causes a great flush to come over Jungkook’s cheeks as he desperately wishes Jimin had even an ounce of shame. You and Tae are in a full blown fit of laughter that Yoongi actually joins at some point but, not without blushing first.

“Anyway…” The girl giggles, ripping off a portion of your tickets before gesturing to a tall man with a headset, “Soobin will take you to your seats, enjoy the show…”

“Oh he will…” You tease, your laughter still dying down as Jungkook audibly groans, trudging behind you like the angsty teen he really is.

“Shut uuuuuup.” He grumbles which only fuels the teasing more.

“Yah, Kookie Monster really? I thought you guys were Jeon-Z and Jimyonce?” Tae jests, pinching Jungkook’s arm.

He shrugs off Taehyung’s touch, a smile threatening his lips because, while yes it was pretty embarrassing, Jungkook secretly enjoys the attention.

“We still are…” He affirms before, an uncharacteristic smirk comes over his lips, “…that’s just what he calls me in bed…”

At this, your brows go up but, Jungkook just keeps walking, pushing playfully past Tae who also sports your same astonish expression.

“Kookie monster is a weird sex name…” Taehyung murmurs in your ear whilst attempting to following Jungkook to your seats.

You giggle, shrugging your shoulders before subtly pulling Yoongi a little closer to you, knowing he gets nervous in larger crowds, “Don’t kink shame them, they are young and in love…”

“That’s no excuse.” Taehyung smirks, shaking his head as Jungkook proudly takes his seat front and center, frantically waving the rest of you over.

Still smiling fondly at your friend, you turn towards Yoongi, only to find that he’s already looking in your direction.

“Are you ok? I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about the crowd…”

Yoongi just smiles ( :] ), shaking his head, “No need to be sorry, I’m good…”

You raise his hand, pressing a kiss to the backs of his knuckles, which of course makes him want to keel over and die in the middle of the performance space.

“Ok good, let me know…” You assure him as the two of you sit down, the bustling of the room growing increasing louder as more and more people file in.

Yoongi nods, still smiling fondly at you before, his dark eyes flit towards the stage. What you don’t notice is the quickening of his heart, which occurs every time you do anything remotely endearing.

This, unluckily for him, is very often.

As the room begins to settle, you see Jungkook pull out his camera, puttering around with the settings to make sure everything is ready for Jimin’s performance. The nerves bubbling in your stomach begin to grow, knowing full well that your best friend is backstage getting ready to put on the show of his life.

You notice the various talent scouts around the space, stiff looking people nursing clipboards between their hands and, a panel of judges at the center of the room, looking just as pedantic.

“What number is he?” Taehyung leans over Jungkook to whisper to you but, Jungkook pipes up before you have the chance to speak.

“18. It’s his lucky number…” He nods with his response, his dark eyes eagerly scanning the stage.

You and Tae smile fondly at him before glancing knowingly at one another.

Jungkook looked nervous, probably more nervous than you’ve ever seen Jimin. He’s likely spent many nights speaking with Jimin about the importance of this night and, Jungkook being the supportive, loving person he is, wants nothing more than to see his boyfriend succeed.

“I think Jimin said there are 20 dancers in his category and, then a short deliberation period before they announce the winner.” You affirm, patting Jungkook’s thigh, which has been bouncing up and down for the past few minutes, “Are you ok?”

He glances at you, nodding, his eyes holding a bit of apprehension, “Yeah, I’m just nervous for him. I know he’s going to be amazing but, I just want them to know that..” He nods to the panel of judges assigned with essentially sealing Jimin’s fate as a professional dancer, “He told me that he’s been promised so many things if he wins, like contracts and stuff, it’s just really important that he wins. I don’t know what would happen if he didn’t…I just want them to see how amazing he is…”

Jungkook’s concerns are mumbled in such a way that indicates he only wants you to hear them, not wanting to appear nervous to the rest of the crowd.

“It would be impossible for them not to see how amazing he is. He’s going to light up the entire room, you know he will…” You smile, rubbing Jungkook’s thigh gently and, he leans into you, placing his head on yours momentarily before turning and placing a quick kiss on top of your head.

“I know, I know, thank you…he’s going to crush these amateurs….” He mutters into your hair, causing you to giggle at his brashness.

“Into smithereens…”

With a grin, Jungkook pulls away, trying to reign in all of his difficult emotions as the lights around the room begin to dim.

The noise lingering around the room comes to a complete halt as the host for the evening meanders onto the stage. Dressed in a bright pink suit, you decide that he looks vaguely familiar but, you can’t quite place his face.

“Good evening ladies and gentleman, welcome to the 10th annual Crystal Cornucopia, the nation’s leading collegiate dance showcase. I’m your host for the evening, Kim Jong-in but, most of you probably know me as Kai. It’s pleasure to be back here on the 10th anniversary of this amazing event that launched my career not too long ago.” He smiles brilliantly at the crowd as applause erupts at the end of is statement.

Ah yes, you remember now. Kai was an alumni of your university who subsequently actually lost to Jimin during Jimin’s freshman year showcase. However, things apparently worked out for him because, according to Jimin, Kai went on to join a very prestigious dance company after graduation. Knowing this gave you some comfort because, although Jimin losing the showcase was unlikely, it was still possible.

“We have 50 incredible dancers tonight from three of my favorite styles.” Kai continues, adjusting the shiny lapels of his suit, “20 amazing contemporary performers, 20 hip-hop performers and, 5 stunning pairs of ballroom dancers.”

“Tonight, not only do we get to witness months of hard work and dedication but, we also get to witness the championing of the year’s best collegiate dancer.”

At his words, the crowd cheers again, and you smile at the thought of your best friend twirling on stage to receive his much deserved trophy.

Kai continues his intro speech, giving the room a rundown on basic etiquette and, instructions for meeting with the dancers after the show.

“First up is June Lee!”

The hip hop category is first and with it, comes a lot of excitement and, older members of the crowd shooting disappointing glances at the stage.

During a small set-up break between performers, you lean over to Yoongi, who seems to be enjoying himself, “Is Hoseok performing tonight?”

Yoongi smirks and shakes his head, “I told him when he transferred that he should sign up but he said, and I quote, ‘hyung dance competitions are way too mainstream and besides, they would ban me immediately for being too sexy on stage.’ “

You laugh quietly, leaning into him as you do, “Fair enough, that’s why I didn’t join too, you know, cause it’s too mainstream or whatever…”

He raises his brows at that, “Oh yeah? That’s why you’re not in the competition?”

You attempt to get a straight face and a quiet voice as you reply, “Definitely yeah…I would have given Jimin a run for his money…”

Before Yoongi has a chance to return your banter, Jungkook casually turns to you and whispers, “Stop lying to your boyfriend Y/N, trust is the most important thing in a relationship.”

Whilst you gawk at him, Yoongi erupts in a quieter version of his rickety laughter and, you’re actually happy Jungkook is telling jokes, even if it’s at your expense.

“Why would you expose me like that? I thought we were friends….” You lament, face full of mock offense as the two men continue chuckling.

The chatter once again dies down as the next performer enters the stage.

Although you were thoroughly enjoying the performances as they were incredible, you were only there for one reason and, that reason was:

Park fucking Jimin.

“Up next, we have three time national champion, Park Jimin, number 18!” Kai’s voice echoes throughout the room and, your stomach literally drops as the curtains are pulled open to reveal Jimin’s set.

Several dancers had mini set-ups and, if you remembered correctly, they only had 30 seconds to put up and take down their props; Jimin had been stressing out over whether or not he’d be able to do it.

Of course, he pulled it off.

Your breath catches in your throat as soft periwinkle and yellow lights illuminate the stage revealing Jimin curled up inside a shiny looking bubble filled with flowers. His pink hair is ruffled playfully atop his head as his pearlescent lycra suit clings to his figure. Only, it’s not just the suit this time, he’s also sporting a diamond choker, paired with diamond earrings and, perhaps the most stunning addition of all, are the beautiful fairy wings adorning his back.

“Park Fairy…” You whisper, trying to control the massive smile that’s taking over your lips. Yoongi squeezes your hand encouragingly, knowing how emotional this moment is for you.

Jimin looks up at the top of the bubble as his song starts playing, it’s a song called Serendipity and, its one of Jimin’s favorites. As he touches the bubble, it seems to curl away and disappear around him, allowing him to move freely about the stage.

And move freely he does, Jimin takes the stage gently and, then all at once. Twirling and twisting, hitting every single move perfectly, smiling brilliantly as he does, relishing in the attention the audience is giving him.

“He’s so beautiful…”

The unfamiliar words draw your attention for just a moment as you take in the sight of Jungkook crying beside you, adoration pouring out from his smoothed out expression. You don’t know what he said but, you lace your fingers with his anyway and, he obliges quickly without taking his eyes off of the stage. Taehyung isn’t doing much better but, he’s keeping it together for the sake of filming the performance for Jungkook.

Your attention is pulled back to the stage as you catch Jimin leaping into the air before intentionally collapsing back to the ground, arching his back as he does. His movements, his expressions; everything about his performance is the epitome of beauty and elegance.

Jimin’s dance seems to be about a fairy taking flight for the first time, given that he acted unsure in the beginning and, is now leaping and bounding across the stage. His expression grows softer and softer as he twirls to the bubble to grasp at a single pink rose.

“Let me love, let me love you…”

The song chimes behind him as he rushes to the front of the stage, his eyes glossy as he meets Jungkook’s loving gaze.

“Let me love, let me love you…”

Jimin mouths the words as he does his final move and, with the conclusion of his dance, he tosses the flower into Jungkook’s lap, which of course he catches with one hand, laughing lightly as he does, despite his tears not slowing.

Jimin smiles softly, glancing between the three of you and, you can tell he’s reigning in his own emotions as he takes a deep bow for the audience.

The four of you stand up along with the rest of the room and, clap until your hands are sore. As you take your seats, Jungkook pulls you into a tight embrace, tucking his face into your neck.

“He did so good, oh my god he did so good…” He whispers, still practically sobbing and, Tae sends another knowing smile your way, wiping his own tears with the back of his hand.

“Park fucking Jimin...” You affirm, smiling through your own tears as you rub a hand over Jungkook’s back, kissing the side of his head.

Sniffling, Jungkook pulls away, chuckling and shaking his head as he wipes his tears. His face is overcome with emotion, consumed with love for his boyfriend.

“I feel bad for anyone who has to follow that...holy shit...” Tae chuckles, sniffling whilst placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

The two of you agree with him and its then you notice how quiet Yoongi is being, quickly turning towards him, wiping the last bit of tears lingering in your eyes.

But of course, ever the collected one, Yoongi merely smiles, his thumb coming out to brush underneath your right eye, collecting another tear, “You’ve gone soft Y/L/N...”

You know he’s joking but, you snap your teeth at him anyway, a move that causes him to snicker and jerk his hand away, “Shut up.”

“Easy...easy...” He admonishes, but softness quickly returns to his eyes, “he was amazing. Definitely the best dancer I’ve ever seen.”

“Damn right he is.” Jungkook pipes up, still crying but, it’s much less intense and, his demeanor causes the three of you to chuckle fondly.

“Be nice to me, I’m fragile...” You grumble, pouting your lips and, Yoongi, having never seen you really pout before, thinks that he’s going to explode.

“C’mere...” Is all he says though because, you know, he’s gotta keep it low key but, he lifts his arm, encouraging you to huddle him next to him for the remainder of the show. “I’ll hold you until it’s over, since you’re so fragile.”

And of course, you oblige, smiling triumphantly as you snuggle up next to him.

Tae and Jungkook smirk knowingly at eachother now and, while a large part of them really wants to tease you, they can’t exactly ignore how happy they are for you.

You’ve never had anything like this before and, they know it.

The rest of the show passes by fairly quickly but, the same couldn’t be said about the period of the judge’s deliberation...

“Oh my god are they done yet?????” Jungkook whines, slumping back against his seat.

Taehyung chuckles, patting his shoulder reassuringly, trying to deny his own nervous feelings, “Relax Kook, I’m sure they’re almost done, it's been awhile.”

“Awhile?” He bolsters, eyes widening as he gestures wildly to the backstage entrance, “It’s been a million years, are they trying to give me a heart attack?”

You’ve taken solace in Yoongi’s side, playing with his fingers, feeling soft as heck, the usual.

“I can’t imagine how Jimin must be feeling right now, he’s probably so nervous.” You murmur to Yoongi, not wanting to rile up Jungkook anymore.

Yoongi’s free hand rubs your shoulder tenderly, his chocolate eyes riddled with concern, “I know, I feel for him. It will be worth it when he wins the whole thing though.”

A smile pops onto your mouth, as you cuddle closer to him, selfishly wishing the two of you were curled up in bed together, instead of awkwardly on two theater seats.

“I can’t wait to see the look on his face Yoongi...when he wins, he deserves it so much...” Your voice is even lower now, smiling gently at the thought of it, excitement stirring in your lower stomach.

“You’re a really good friend to him...” He muses, still rubbing your shoulder, “wait I think someone is coming out_”

You don’t have the time to react to Yoongi’s comment because, the lights are up and performers are flooding the stage. It only takes a second for you to spot the man of the hour: Park Fairy, IRL. After knowing Jimin for so long, you can tell he’s nervous; his plump is tucked between his teeth, the normally soft shape of his eyes are drawn tight with tension but, he still takes a moment to look towards the four of you to send a watery smile and, a small wave your way.

Jungkook tears up all over again mouthing ‘i love you’ in his direction, which causes Jimin’s thin smile to illuminate a little more as he mouth’s the same three words back to him.

This was it.

Four years of work all leading up to this moment.

You can feel your heartbeat berating the underside of your sternum as Kai takes his place at the center of the stage.

“Hello everyone! Are we excited to hear who the winner will be?” He cheers, the audience reciprocating but, the tension in the room is clear. “The judges appreciate your patience as they had a lot of amazing performers to evaluate tonight but, they have just given me this golden envelope with their decision so without further ado...”

Kai opens the golden envelope, his eyes widening slightly as he sees the results and, at this point Jungkook has locked your hand in a vice grip, doing the same thing to Tae’s other hand, his body literally shaking with nerves.

“Ladies and gentleman, tonight you are witnessing history...” He begins, glancing towards the performers before finally revealing the winner, “because tonight, Park Jimin will become the ONLY collegiate dancer to win the Crystal Cornucopia FOUR YEARS IN A ROW.”

Holy

Fucking

Shit

“LETS FUCKING GET IT!!!!” Jungkook bellows and, thankfully he is mostly drowned out by the crowd as you also jump to your feet.

“OH MY GOD YES!!”

“JIMINIE!!! YESS!”

You drag Yoongi up as the entire theater rises to their feet.

The room is going wild.

And Jimin, well, he’s sporting the expression you hope he would. He’s beaming, he’s teary eyed and, shaky as he stumbles toward Kai, graciously accepting the trophy before bowing towards the crowd.

He did it, he fucking did it.

Park Fucking Jimin

FOUR TIME NATIONAL COLLEGIATE CHAMPION.

You had never been more proud.

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“My baby!!!”

Jimin’s twinkling voice fills the lobby as he rushes out in his street clothes, his fairy wings sticking out of the duffel bag on his shoulder.

Jungkook immediately breaks out in a huge smile, running towards him to catch a leaping Jimin in his arms.

They kiss for a moment, crying and smile into eachother’s mouths, as Jungkook bounces with his boyfriend in his arms.

“I’m so proud of you my love, I knew you’d do it, you’re so amazing yeah? You know that right? I love you so much...”

Before you can ask the content of Jungkook’s proclamation, Yoongi’s raspy voice can be heard beside you:

“I’m so proud of you my love.”

“I knew you’d do it.”

“You’re so amazing yeah? You know that right?”

“I love you so much.”

You know he’s only translating for you but, at the last sentence you turn towards him, catching the softness in his eyes.

Well fuck, that definitely didn’t sound like a translation.

Yoongi smiles sheepishly but, Jimin is already bounding into you, pulling you into the kind of hug that only Jimin can give.

Your attention is pulled towards him, squeezing your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek over and over, “PARK FAIRY??? REALLY??? DO YOU HAVE NO REGARD FOR MY FEELINGS???”

He snickers, overjoyed by the events of the evening, hugging you just as tightly, “How else would I pay homage to my best friend hm? I did a theme for Tae last year and, I let Jungkook plow me anytime he wants so, how else would I repay you???”

The ridiculousness of his statement thankfully doesn’t travel past your ear lest turning Jungkook into a pile of dust.

Sniffling, you pull back, cupping his beautiful face in your hands, “I’m so fucking proud of you...you did it Minnie, you won.”

Jimin tears up again, smiling at you whilst he nods, “I’m so happy I made you guys proud, it’s all I want...”

Taehyung approaches then, placing a fat kiss on Jimin’s cheek, “Good, then we don’t have to get you anything for Christmas then...”

His voice is paper thin though, you can tell he’s trying not to cry.

“TAE...” Jimin exclaims, turning to the side to jump at his other best friend.

Taehyung’s boxy smile makes an appearance then, wrapping Jimin in a bear hug.

“We’re so proud of you...”

Fondness is the only thing flowing through your veins until Jungkook butts in, flustered by the lack of attention.

“Ok, I want him back now thank you, any other physical contact will cost you $60,000 an hour...” He grumbles, tucking Jimin back into his grasp.

Jimin accepts it though, relishing in the attention, “Yahh are you whoring me out now?”

Jungkook smirks, kissing his cheek, “Mmm you’re right, I’d never share this body...”

Taehyung’s face turns up in disgust and, Yoongi shakes his head, chuckling to himself at the sight of you growing flustered for information.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know this one...”

Before Jimin and Jungkook fuck in the middle of the lobby, Jimin’s face lights up with realization, “Oh my god Yoongi, I’m so sorry.”

He rushes over, pulling Yoongi in for a hug, smiling sweetly at him, “It’s so nice to meet you, thank you for coming...”

Yoongi blushes of course but, he reciprocates the hug, “Thank you for having me, your performance was amazing and, uh, we’ve met before actually...”

Jimin’s face wrinkles in confusion as he pulls away, leaving his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, “Really? When?”

The memory comes back to you too, a newly crowned Agust D, Jimin hanging out of a taxi cab....

“Outside of Glacier, you might not remember though...you were um...”

“...hammered.” You giggle, finishing Yoongi’s sentenc.

“Ohhhh that’s right, shit I’m sorry Yoongi...” Jimin chuckles.

He waves him off, “No worries, we’ve all been there, it’s nice to meet you again. Congratulations on your win...”

Jungkook quickly pulls Jimin back towards him, carrying his duffle bag on his shoulder.

“Thank you Yoongi. It means a lot that you came.” He smiles, kissing Jungkook’s cheek before eagerly looking towards the door, “Let’s get out of here, the dancing queen needs to EAT!”

And with that, the rest of you chuckle, leaving the performance space feeling on top of the world

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Jungkook had made reservations at a fancy KBBQ place downtown but, after several rounds of meat and Soju, Yoongi had insisted on paying.

The dinner went exceptionally well, Yoongi had continued to click with your friends, their inhibitions loosening up with a bit of alcohol. Jungkook and Jimin were hammered by the end of it but, Taehyung stayed sober enough to drive them home. Oddly enough though, Yoongi only had two shots of Soju. You know Yoongi doesn’t drink all the time but, according to him, he really enjoys drinking. However, you decide it really isn't that important so whilst waving goodbye to all of your amazing friends, you decide to drop it.

Yoongi’s long fingers lace with yours, pulling you close to him in an attempt to shield you from the cold, “Aren’t you freezing?”

You smile, graciously accepting his touch as you nuzzle into his chest, “Yeah I am, I should have checked the weather, or brought a jacket...”

“Mhm...you’re gonna get sick...” He scolds playfully, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm, “were you gonna go home after this?”

A smirk is placed against Yoongi’s chest, “I don’t knowww...why?

He chuckles at your tone before, untucking your face from his chest, smoothing a thumb over your cheek, “Come sleep in my bed with me.”

The alcohol and meat has roughed up his voice a bit and, that paired with his slightly suggestive expression has you feeling some type a way.

“Is that code for something?”

Yoongi just smirks, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “It’s code for: I miss you in my bed...you can take that however you want...”

Forward Yoongi isn’t something you’re used to but, holy shit, you’re not complaining.

A kiss is placed on Yoongi’s lips and, he surprises you by catching your lower lip between his teeth, his big hands sliding over your hips to rest at your lower back. He smirks into your mouth before releasing it, still lingering into the kiss. There is a catch in your breath but, Yoongi doesn’t comment on it-

He just lets it go straight to his dick.

“Are you good to drive?” You whisper against his chin before placing a kiss there, keeping your lips on his skin as he responds.

“Yeah, I’m good, I didn’t drink that much...”

His voice has also dropped to a whisper, not able to ignore the way your lips make him feel.

“Will you...” You begin, slowly trailing your lips down over his neck, relishing in the way he shivers for you, “take me home with you then?

Neither one of you can pinpoint what has you so riled up, the only thing you know is that you’re thankful you’re in a deserted part of the parking structure.

Yoongi’s head leans back against the side of his car now, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip, “Don’t stop...”

“Don't stop?” You inquire teasingly, brushing your lips against the sensitive skin of his neck, placing fluttering kisses down over his Adams apple, “But Yoongi, we’re in public...”

His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you closer to him as his eyes flutter shut, “Y-yeah I know but, my car has tinted windows...”

Yoongi is full of surprises tonight and, although it’s a huge part of your character to wonder why, the night last few months have been the best of your life so, maybe it’s time to just go with the flow.

“I remember...” You smirk still, recalling the first time you and Yoongi were ever intimate.

With his eyes still closed and, your lips still on his neck, he smirks, his hands sliding down the length of your outer thighs before his fingertips barely brush the skin at the bottom of your dress, “I’d hope so, I’ve never gotten over the image of you coming all over my lap...”

The movements of your lips, halt as your breath catches in your throat, Yoongi’s wanton mouth and fingertips going straight to your core.

“ ‘may I sit Min Yoongi?’ ‘May I ride you Min Yoongi?’ I almost came in my jeans for you, right then and there. But I’m so glad I didn’t.” He continues, his fingertips trailing up further and further, tickling at the tender skin of your bikini line, brushing over the bottom of your panties.

“I could have gotten you hard again...” You offer, your breathing picking up slightly when his fingers brush the top of your pussy. Yoongi open his eyes now, catching your gaze in his dark one, lips still quirked in a smirk.

“It wouldn’t have been the same though...I wouldn’t have came so hard for you a second time,” He insists, leaning in towards your mouth, “and you deserve everything I’ve got don’t you? Deserve anything you want...”

It’s safe to say that Yoongi’s dirty talking is obliterating you slowly and painfully, his eager fingers and, slight boost in confidence turning you on more than you’d expect.

But, he still knows his place and, if he’s forgotten it, you have no issue reminding him...

Two can play at this game.

“Baby?” You practically coo, holding his gaze as long it takes for you to brush your lips against his, your legs spreading slightly to encourage his touch, “you’re making me wet...”

Yoongi feels his dick twitch inside of his pants at the tender tone of your voice and, that paired with the access to the soft skin of your inner thighs is enough to make him swell painfully against the seam.

“Y-yeah? Really?” He’s a little breathless himself, the bit of smugness he has is still lingering but, his desire for you, his desire to let you take control is growing stronger. With a finger curved underneath your chin, he brings your lips a little closer, “Can I make you wetter?”

He seals his request with a plush kiss against your mouth, his hands coming out from underneath your dress to hold onto your hips once again. You’re nodding as the two of you kiss at one another, not quite able to think of a witty response, not with Yoongi being this bold.

Without breaking the kiss, Yoongi uses the sensor on his keys to unlock his car, which of course doesn’t work until after the 7th try.

“Piece of shit.” Yoongi chuckles and, you follow suit, leaning into him still even as he opens the door to his backseat, ushering you inside.

His car is freezing so, you’re thankful when he starts the engine and, gets the heater running. Although, you’re more thankful when he returns to the backseat and, places the warmth of his body over yours.

“I’m sorry it’s so cold, it will warm up in a second...” He regrets his split decision to bring you in here, not wanting you to be uncomfortable while he takes care of you.

“It’s ok, you’re warm.” You whisper, smiling and kissing him harder, your hands pulling his body completely over yours. Yoongi just grins, his hands resuming their place on your thighs, squeezing gently at the flesh there.

He takes his time, unwinding you slowly, kissing around the curve of your jaw, suckling and nibbling at your skin, wandering fingers slowly pushing your dress over your hips. He kisses down your throat now and, you feel him hesitate a moment before taking your flesh between his teeth, groaning lightly into your neck. The motion sends your hands out in front of you to brace against his shoulders and, it hurts but you have to admit, you like the pain.

“So pretty for me...”

Your lips part as you hear his native tongue tumble past his lips, the tone sultry and unmistakably Yoongi but, his accent makes him sound slightly unfamiliar.

You don’t want him to stop talking.

“I think about this all the time...” He’s careful to place a few soothing kisses over the mark he left, nuzzling against the base of your neck before continuing his descent down your body, “kissing you everywhere...from head to toe...tasting you, drowning in you...”

You feel hypnotized, completely captivated by the sound of Yoongi’s voice: raspy and sounding like the bottom of the ocean. The only thing you can do is keep your hands on him, touching over his body gently to insure him that you’re letting him take the lead.

Your dress has been pushed up for a moment but, Yoongi is just now taking the time to take in the sight of your panties: tart cherry red and made entirely of lace. It’s safe to say, you’d hoped this moment would come when you slipped them on this afternoon and, by the pained look on Yoongi’s face, you feel you’ve made the right choice.

“You really don’t let a man breathe do you?” He’s back to English as he continues pushing your dress up your body until you’re able to lean up and, push it over your head, revealing the matching bra to go with your panties.

“Not when my man likes getting choked so much...” You smirk, running your fingers through his hair and, tugging on it a little.

Yoongi melts at the sensation, groaning again before burying his face in your chest, nipping playfully at the skin there, “Oh she’s calling me her man now huh? Playing dirty...knowing that shit makes me weak...knowing that I’d give anything to be hers...”

He keeps his Korean to himself and, uses English to convey a much less intense response, “Your man?”

A rather coy smile takes it’s spot on your mouth but, despite your sudden nerves you nod anyway, rubbing a thumb over the apple of Yoongi’s cheek, “My man...”

Yoongi feels his heart threaten to explode in his chest at your genuine expression. Leaning down, he captures your lips once more before nudging your nose and, pulling away slightly, “I swear I could die happy right now, just looking at you, you have no idea what you do to me...”

“Is that ok?” You check, obviously unsure what he’s actually responding.

You’re definitely going to finish your Korean lessons, that’s for sure.

Yoongi is kissing back down your bottom again, paying special attention to the curves and dips of your body, his hands making their way to the sides of your underwear, “More than ok...”

He doesn’t trust an eloquent response right now because, he’s too focused on his main objective: making you wetter.

“You’re so handsome...” You muse, playing with the ends of his hair, encouraging him to continue exploring, “I swear there is no other guy out there that can make me wet just from looking at them but, here you are, my man, ruining my good panties...”

If you aren’t mistaken, you think you hear a low growl at the back of his throat but, there is no time to asses because, the next thing you know, you feel Yoongi pulling down your underwear, “Do you want me dead is that it? Do you want me to fall apart?” He spreads your legs, allowing the cool air of the car to hit your center, which is swollen and practically dripping. “Because I would...for you. I’d break into tiny little pieces but right now_” An almost mischievous glint takes over his eyes as he begins kissing down the middle of your stomach, letting his lips and soft breath replace your skin with goosebumps. He stops right over the lips of your pussy, the warmth of his breath fueling the throbbing of your neglected clit, “...its your turn to fall apart...” He kitten licks over your lips before smirking and, adding_ “on my fucking tongue...”

Using his fingers to spread your lips open, Yoongi begins placing teasing licks all over your clit, kissing and sucking and, teasing the fuck out of your aching cunt. He’s eating you out like he’s never tasted anything sweeter, like it’s only thing he’ll ever eat. It’s sending you into a shockwave of pleasure, your nipples hardening against your bra painfully but, Yoongi’s oral skills literally fuck with your ability to remove it yourself.

He makes an ‘O’ with his lips, suckling gently at your clit, increasing the pressure over the next minute or so, one his fingers teasing at your dripping entrance.

“Does it feel good baby? Am I eating it right?” He coos, sucking on your clit three harsh times in succession, each bit of suction causing your toes to curl.

“Mhm...your mouth Yoongi...oh god_” You breathe, a moan catching at the end of your sentence, hands reaching down to find something to grab onto.

Yoongi notices, smirking into your cunt before his hand reaches up to place yours in his hair, “Hurt me...hurt me while I make you cum...”

You quickly oblige, tugging on his brown locks, the stinging pain causing him to whimper into your pussy and, when you see his eyes squeezing shut, you know he’s trying to hold off cumming in his pants.

“Yoongi...I want you...” You whisper, eyes threatening to roll back as he sucks at your clit again.

Your statement gets to him as it’s not often that the roles between the two of you are switched but, he doesn’t think the power switch does anything for him. It’s more so that he gets to see you being vulnerable for once, it makes him feel like you trust him.

“I’m right here.” He coos, licking up the length of your pussy, savoring the flavor of you.

Tugging at his hair, you shake your head, pleading with him, “Please? Inside...inside of me...”

Yoongi can’t deny you anymore, his emotions starting to get the better of him as he pulls away from your aching center. You don’t waste anytime, sitting up quickly and peeling his shirt off, touching and kissing all over the expanse of his bare chest.

He really is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

Long fingers comb gently through your hair as he kisses any part of you he can reach: your shoulders, your chest, your cheeks, your ears. Every inch of you.

Unclipping your bra is the last step before Yoongi lays you down on the backseat, placing a kiss on your mouth, “This is the only way I can tell you right now because, I am terrified you don’t feel the same way but, I’ll show you and, you’ll know...” His voice is shaky and, you desperately wish you knew what he was saying, “I’ll fuck you like I love you because I do...I love you Y/N.”

With that, he slides into you, his dick arching perfectly against your g-spot which is already swollen and, sensitive. Your lips connect with Yoongi’s as you settle into the kind of rhythm that isn’t meant for lasting a very long time.

Through a few moments of soft kisses and, gentle pants, Yoongi leans back, his eyes eagerly scanning over your figure as your first orgasm hits you. He tucks his face into your neck, fucking you through your release, trying to hold off on his own, “Do you know how beautiful you are? I swear I could cum just looking at you...so pretty and so perfect and, you have no fucking clue...”He’s almost whimpering at this point, his hips pumping into you with all he’s got. “That’s why I give it up to you jagiya because, you deserve it. You think I get on my knees for just anyone? Fuck no...just for you...because I love you...”The truth is, the night in the studio had changed him and, the truth is, the main reason he wanted between your thighs tonight was because he realized something: in the midst of all the chaos, seeing you with your friends had been the icing on the cake:

Yoongi is in love with you and, tonight, he wanted to make love to you.

The pleasure between your second (yes, second) and, final orgasm is so intense that you don’t feel qualified to speak anything else other than Yoongi’s name which, thankfully only pushes him closer and closer to the edge until he’s nearly there.

“Y/N...baby...I’m really close.” He warns, still out of it and placing sloppy kisses all over your face and neck, barely hanging on by a thread.

And you plan on snipping that thread with the one thing you know will make him cum instantly, “Come for me angel...”

With a tightening of his figure, Yoongi spills everything he has inside of you, continuing to kiss all over you as he does, whimpering your name against the rapid beat of your heart.

“I love you...” He whispers shakily before slumping over onto your body, clinging to you as he does.

Through the heavy breathing and sweet nothings whispered at one another, you wait a beat or two before uttering the one Korean phrase you are whole-heartedly familiar with.

“I love you too”

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