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bteezxyewriter12 · 3 years ago

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Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 7.3k

Includes- oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, sex, wall sex, riding, missionary, rough sex, multiple orgasms, fluff

Yoongi POV

"Really Hobi?", I hear Joanne laugh

I glance over at her

She's talking and laughing with Hobi while she's doing his makeup for the photo shoot

I wish she'd do that with me but she doesn't do my makeup

I made sure of that

I made sure to stay far away from her

Because I want her and I like her

A lot

But I don't need that shit in my life right now

I've had girlfriends before

Girls I've fallen for but only stay for awhile

They either want my money or want to say they're with an idol or they stop having feelings for me

Everyone wants to be with an idol until they realize how hard it is, how busy I am and how I don't always have time for them

By the time I've fallen for them, they're done and they leave me heartbroken

Some just keep asking me to buy them things or expect me to shower them with money and stuff

Those girls I dump

I want someone to be with me for me

Not because of my money or because I'm Suga from BTS

But I haven't found the right girl and I've given up for now

I don't want a girlfriend, I want to focus on music

And I was good for awhile

But then Joanne shows up last year as a makeup artist and flips my world upside down

She's so beautiful it's insane

I've never seen a girl as gorgeous as her

Her eyes

Her fucking smile, goddamn

And her body is to fucking die for

Her personality is amazing

She's so funny, caring, friendly and spunky

I love when she's sarcastic and how she doesn't put up with anyone's shit

Her laugh is like music

I got it bad for her

And that doesn't work with my life right now

So I stay away

She tried to befriend me but I refused to talk to her

Whenever she tried, I didn't answer or I'd give her a dirty look

I told her I didn't want to be her friend and I didn't want her to do my makeup

She stopped trying to talk to me and I guess she told her boss what I said because she hasn't done my makeup in about nine months

It bothers me but I don't want to want her

So I leave her alone

But it doesn't mean I don't get extremely jealous when I see her having a good time with the guys

And I know a few of them have a crush on her

Mostly the maknaes

They're always fighting for her attention

"Yeah Jo. I almost fell flat on my face and my shoe came off"

"Oh my god, that must have been terrifying. What did you do?"

"I just kept going and put my shoe back on as soon as I could"

She laughs hard, waving her hand in front of her face

"Jesus Hobi, I can't freaking breathe"

"There's a video of it too"

She laughs harder, gasping, "I need to see it. Oh my god"

"Yeah, I actually lose my shoe a lot during performances"

"God Hobi are you trying to kill me right now", she giggles, trying to breathe

I'm getting so fucking annoyed

I want her to laugh at something I say like that

But I closed that door a long time ago and I don't even know if I'd want to open it again

I've never been nice to her, always giving her dirty looks, glaring, snapping at her when I have to talk to her

I don't know if she'd actually talk to me after the way I treated her

"You're so pretty when you smile", Hobi tells her

My head snaps immediately to them

She's blushing, "Thanks Hobi. You're pretty when you smile too"

He laughs, "Thanks"

She nods, "Sure. You're actually done. Just let me spray your face and you can go to wherever it is they need you"

She sprays his face and fans it with her hands

"You're good", she says, turning to the table behind her

Hobi stands up

I'm watching him, expecting him to walk away now

She turns around, surprised to see Hobi there

"You ok Hobi? You need something?"

"No I'm good", he says

He lifts his hand, moving hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear

Jealous explodes all over my body

Why is he touching her?

He needs to get the fuck away from her

Instead he leans down and kisses her lips

My heart beats faster and my hands form fists on their own

He pulls away after a few seconds, then he smiles and says, "I'll see you later"

She just nods, staring at him wide eyed as he walks away

I'm so fucking pissed off

"Uh Jungkook?", she calls

Jungkook jumps up so fast, practically running to her

"Hi Jo", he says, kissing her cheek when he gets to her

What the fuck is going on?

Why are they all kissing her?

Rage is running through my body and I need a fucking minute before I kick everyone's ass

I stand up and walk out of room before I blow up

----------------------------------------------------

I make my way to the dressing room during our break from the shoot

I left my phone in there and I want to take a quick nap

I've calmed down from before and force myself not to think about what I saw

She is not mine and she can kiss whoever she wants

And they can kiss her

Opening the dressing room door, I walk in and bump into someone. Looking up I come face to face with Joanne

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J POV

I smile at Yoongi, hoping he'll smile back at me

I love him so much, I just want to be with him

I always have since I found BTS years ago

I jumped at the chance to be their makeup artist

I wanted to meet him and the guys

I wasn't delusional, I know he would never go for me but to be his friend would of meant the world to me

The other guys became fast friends with me

But he shut it down almost immediately

It broke my heart and it didn't change my feelings for him but I give him the distance he wants

He's always mean to me, especially around people

But maybe that will change now that no one is around us

We've never been together alone before

But Yoongi looks up and gives me a dirty look, saying, "Get out of my way"

What the fuck?

I didn't do anything to him

He wasn't looking where he was walking

How is that my fault?

He was coming into the room and I'm leaving

He rolls his eyes and walks around me

That's it

I turn around to him, "What the fuck is your problem?"

He stops walking and turns around slowly

"What?", he growls

I'm so over him and his fucking attitude

He's been fucking rude to me since I got here last year

Nasty comments, dirty looks, eye rolls or just ignoring me

And I haven't done a single thing to him except try to be friends with him

He's nothing like he portrays himself in all the videos of BTS I've watched

"I said what the fuck is your problem with me? What's with all the dirty looks, the rude comments? You've been a fucking asshole since I got here and I didn't do anything to you!", I yell

He glares and says, "Watch who you're talking to"

I snort, "Oh please! I'm not scared of you so don't threaten me. I want to know why you're being such a jerk to me! For over a fucking year!"

He doesn't answer, just stands there and I know he's getting angrier

And I just don't care

I want a fucking answer

I want to know what I did that was so bad

"You're never fucking happy! I try to stay away from you, I don't talk to you, I stopped doing your makeup because you don't want me to but you're still nasty to me. Why? Nothing I do is good enough so what the fuck is it that you want?", I shout

I'm so fucking angry

Angry at him

And angry at myself for falling for a complete jerk

Why couldn't I fall for Joonie or Hobi or Tae?

Why did it have to be him?

Hobi kissed me today but I didn't feel anything

Why couldn't I have felt something?

Why does it have to be Yoongi I want to kiss me?

He's not answering but I'm not going to stop until he does

I want to know why he singled me out to be mean to

"Well? What the fuck do you want?", I yell, repeating myself

"You", he yells back

Uh what?

Me?

Is that what he said?

He couldn't have, he can't stand me

"What are you talking about?", I ask so fucking irritated

"You Joanne. I want you. But I don't want to want you!", he shouts

I honestly am so shocked and confused that I don't know what to think

What to say

"You are all I think about and it drives me insane. You are all I want and it's driving me crazy to not have you."

"But you can have me. I want you too", I blurt, immediately kicking myself

He looks at me in shock for a split second, before he comes immediately to me, pulling me to him, his lips on mine

Oh fuck, his lips feel so fucking good

Fireworks explode in my vision and heat runs through my veins

This is what I should of felt when Hobi kissed me

But of course I feel it with Yoongi

He slides his tongue in my mouth and I moan when his tongue brushes against mine

"Fuck", he moans, then kisses me again

He slams the door closed, pushing me against it

I hear him lock the door

His hands go to my jeans and he stops kissing me to look at me

I nod and pull him back to my lips

He undoes my jeans, pulling them and my panties down

As I kick off my shoes, I step out of them while I undo his jeans

I'm going to mess up his clothes and hair for the photo shoot but I don't care

And I don't think he does either

Pulling his jeans and his boxers down, he gets out of them and kicks them away

Picking me up, he slams me against the door, burying his cock inside

"Oh fuck!", we both yell at the same time

Jesus Christ, he fits in perfectly

Just fucking right, so I can feel all of him

He holds me against the wall, pulling my shirt up

He gets it off, then my bra

My hands immediately start unbuttoning his shirt as fast as I can

When I get it open, I push it off him, looking at his fucking perfect body

He moves out then slams back in hard, pleasure hitting me hard

Then he starts moving so fast, slamming into me hard

And I fucking love it

"Oh my god. Fucking hell", I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck

Leaning to me, he kisses my neck while his hands roam all over me, touching everywhere, feeling so good

"Fuck I wanted to touch you for so long", he murmurs

I can't answer with the pleasure he's giving me

I'm right there and he pounds into me so fucking hard, I snap

"YOONGI oh my god!", I yell, coming hard and shaking in his arms

"Yes oh my god yes. Fuck you feel so good", he moans

Oh my god he's so fucking hot

He kisses me again and rips me from the door and starts walking to the couch

But he doesn't make it

I don't know if he tripped on something or not but the next thing I know, we're on floor, the carpet against my back

We're still kissing and he goes right back in, thrusting immediately

"Yoongi oh my god", I moan, holding onto him so tightly

"I know baby, you're fucking amazing.", he answers

Jesus, he really thinks that?

"I just want you so much", he murmurs against my neck

"I want you so much too Yoongi. I always wanted you"

He moans and moves faster

"Cum again. Please cum again", he asks

He wants that?

"Please. I....I need to feel you again"

Holy shit, he likes the way it feels when I cum on him?

That turns me on more, his thrusts causing another orgasm

"YOONGI, fuck YOONGI", I shout, my body lifting and crashing into his, pleasure turning my brain off

His arm goes around my back holding me to him

"Yes baby, yes. Oh fuck it feels amazing", he cries

All I can do is moan while he keeps pounding into me

"Again. Please again. I need more", he pants

His body and hair are drenched in sweat and honestly so am I

Even so, I love feeling his body against me

I love being in his arms

The next thrust, I move my hips, meeting him and making him go in deeper

"Yes!", I scream while he shouts

"Open your legs more", he demands, "Joanne! Open your legs"

I listen to him and open them more, allowing him to drive his cock inside better

He hits my spot and I scream loudly, the pleasure fucking increasing so much

"Yeah baby. Gonna cum if I fuck you there?", he smirks

God how is he so fucking hot?

He slams me there again, "Answer me baby"

I try but he keeps pounding into that spot and I can't form words

I tighten on his cock and he moans loudly

"Oh yeah baby's gonna cum.", he smirks again

I'm almost there and he keeps going

Jesus nobody has given me sex like he's giving me

"Come on baby, I'm waiting. Cum on my cock baby", he demands

Fucking hell

The next thrust makes me cum and I can't speak words

All I can do is scream and cling onto him

"Yes good girl", he praises

He pulls out when I'm done and I miss him immediately

But he holds my legs open and I feel something wet glide along my pussy

"Fuck", I shiver and lift my head to see him licking me

"God baby you're so fucking incredible. You even taste so fucking good", he moans

I moan too, laying back down

Oh my god, he's fucking amazing

"You want me to eat your pussy?", he asks, dragging his tongue along me

"Yes. Fuck yes!", I moan

Oh god I want it so bad

He always brags about his tongue in his songs and I want that tongue on me

"Oh yeah?", he asks

I lift my head again, "Yeah. I want to see if your tongue is as good as you brag about in your songs".

He raises his eyebrow, "Oh it is baby. My tongue, my mouth will make you cum over and over."

Fucking hell, I want that so much

"But you have to watch me while I eat your pussy. So you can see why I brag all the time"

I nod, moving and propping myself up on any elbows

"Good girl. Now lets see how your cum tastes", he says

Fucking hell

I watch him move his tongue over me again and again so fucking fast

He opens me up more with his fingers and continues to lick everywhere

"Oh my god", I whimper, the pleasure taking over, my eyes closing

"Keep your eyes open and on me", he demands

I force my eyes open and keep them on him

"Good girl", he says, "You feel so fucking good on my tongue"

I bite my lip, moaning

I can't fucking take it anymore

"Oh fuck YOONGI!", I scream, coming hard and watching Yoongi lick me more, moaning while he does

Oh my god I'm so fucking turned on

"Mmmm baby, you taste fucking good", he groans, "I want more"

Did he say more?

Did he really say that?

"Please baby?", he asks, looking at me as he licks my clit

"Fuck!", I moan, watching him

He smirks

"Like it there?", he asks as he gives my clit a long lick

"Yes", I nod rapidly

"If I lick you here will you cum for me?"

I nod again

"Ok"

His tongue flies across my clit, over and over, pleasure racing all over my body

"Yoongi", I cry, breathing hard, "I'm... I'm...."

I stop just as my orgasm washes over me, feeling so fucking good I lean my head back and close my eyes

"Fuck baby, I love your cum. It's my favorite thing to eat now"

Oh my god, I can't with him

He's driving me insane

I can't believe he wants me this much

I thought he hated me

I scream in pleasure when he starts sucking on my clit

Oh my god, I haven't felt pleasure like this in a long time

"Like it baby?"

"Yes Yoongi, yes, don't stop"

I have no idea how I can still orgasm or still want to but I do

So much

"Wanna cum baby?", he asks

"Mmmm hmmm"

"Yeah? Where baby?", he questions, looking up at me while he sucks my clit

God he looks so fucking hot between my legs

I fucking want him there all the time

"Where?", he repeats

"Fuck, your mouth Yoongi"

He laughs and it's so fucking sexy

"Good girl", he says between sucks, "But you have to scream my name when you cum"

"Yes Yoongi, ok"

His sucking starts getting hard and fast, pleasure exploding in my body and I start shaking uncontrollably

My orgasm hits me so hard and fast and I scream his name at the top of my lungs

"YOONGI! YOONGI!"

Oh god, it feels so fucking good

He's goddamn amazing

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Yoongi POV

"YOONGI! YOONGI!", she screams my name so loudly when she orgasms

Fuck I love hearing her scream my name

I fantasized about making her scream like this for months and I'm so fucking happy to finally hear her for real

I don't know what came over me

I just heard her say, "I want you" and I just went for it

And she let me

When I kissed her for the first time, electricity ran through my body

Like I fucking knew it would

I knew her kiss would blow me away

Letting go of her clit, I move my tongue to her pussy, licking her cum

I wasn't lying to her, she is my favorite taste now

I have no idea how she tastes so fucking good but she does

I pull away from her and she lays down, breathing heavily

I press my lips to her inner thigh, kissing her and feel her skin tremble against my lips

Fucking hell, I love her reaction to me

I love her fucking gorgeous body

She's absolutely perfect for me in every fucking way

I kiss my way up her body, loving the shivers they send through her

When I get to her neck, I kiss along it up to her ear

"Jagi", I murmur

"Y..Yeah?"

Her breathing is calming down and her eyes are closed

"Jagi, I need you"

She nods, "Yeah. What do you need baby?"

Pure happiness floods my heart at hearing her call me that

And I know I'm always going to want her to call me baby

"Please jagi. I...", I trail off

Why is it so hard to ask her to go down on me?

She opens her eyes and turns her head to me, "What do you need baby? I'll do whatever you want"

Fucking hell

"I.... I", I stop again

She turns her body to me, cuddling close

God, I love feeling her skin on mine

She runs her fingers in my hair and kisses me gently

I feel her hand slowly move down my body

"You need me here?", she asks, touching my cock

I moan, nodding

She wraps her hand around me, moving it up and down

"Fuck", I whimper

She kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, "You need my mouth on you?"

God she knows just what I need

I don't know how but she does

I nod

"Ok baby. Anything you want"

She sits up and kisses softly down my body

When she gets to my cock, she kisses all around my base then trails kisses up my cock

God it feels so fucking good

She kisses my head, then she licks me from base to tip again

"Oh my god", I moan

I lift my head, watching her take me in her mouth and suddenly I feel sucking that causes massive pleasure to hit me everywhere

Her tongue licks all over me while she sucks

Wrapping her hand around my shaft, she jerks me off at the same time

She moves down, taking more of me in her mouth and still jerking me off

Jesus Christ, she's so good at it this

She takes her hand away and I watch her move down all the way getting all of my cock in her mouth

Oh my fucking god

She sucks once and I never felt pleasure like this before

She keeps going moving her head and sucking hard

Her throat feels so fucking good

She swallows on my cock and pleasure blasts my body, her throat constricts on me, squeezing my cock tightly

I've never had a blow job like this

It's never been this amazing before

She sucks faster and I moan loudly

"Fuck baby, it feels so good"

How she's not choking or gagging, I have no idea

But I'm so fucking glad she can do this without it hurting her

She moves off me and I immediately want to go back in

She licks me up and down, pleasure coming back hard

Her tongue glides along the underside of my head making my body shiver

"Like it there baby?", she teases

I nod my head fast, "Yeah jagi"

Her tongue moves faster, making me feel so good

"Wanna cum?", she asks

I look at her and see her smirk

God that's fucking sexy

"Yeah"

"Now it's my turn to see how you taste"

I moan from hearing that

"You...you want to?", I ask

"Oh yeah baby. So much"

Fucking hell

I can't

"I'm gonna suck your cock so good baby and make you cum so hard"

"Yes jagi, fuck yes"

"You can fuck my mouth too if you want"

What?

Is she for real?

I'm about to ask if she's serious when but before I can I'm back in her throat and mouth, her sucking on me so fast

The pleasure is so intense and I can't help but thrust up into her mouth

"Mmmm", she moans

Holy shit, she was serious

He looks up at me and nods

I can't

I slide my hand in her hair, thrusting into her throat over and over

"Jagi, yes baby. Suck faster baby.", I plead

She listening and the pleasure increases

I keep fucking her mouth, about to cum any second

"Jagi, I'm gonna cum. Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum", I shout

Pure fucking pleasure explodes all over me, making stars burst in my vision as I cum down her throat

I feel her swallowing on my cock, sending more pleasure through my veins

"JOANNE fuck, JOANNE", I shout

When I finish, she moves off me, licking my head

"Baby boy tastes so fucking good. You're my favorite"

Christ she's going to kill me

Her licking my head, makes me hard again

I don't question how

"Aww baby's hard again", she laughs

God that laugh is so fucking sexy

"Yeah Jo, you make me like this"

She smiles at me, then asks, "Want me to ride your cock?"

Uh fuck yes

There's no why I'd ever say no

Not to her

She can have me whenever she fucking wants

"Yeah baby. Get on"

She climbs on me and slides my cock in her pussy

"Fuck Yoongi, you're cock is fucking perfect", she moans, sitting on me

"I know what you mean baby. Your pussy is perfect. So fucking wet and tight. I love being inside you"

She leans over me and kisses me hard

Her kisses are amazing

She sits back up and starts bouncing on me

And holy shit, she feels so fucking good

I can't tear my eyes away from her

She's biting her lip and leaning back, her breasts bouncing hard

I need to touch her

I put my hands on her hips and slowly move them up, touching her everywhere

Her skin is so fucking soft and so smooth

I trail my fingers along the tattoos that are on her sides

I love how her skin trembles against my fingertips

"I love when you touch me Yoongi. You're hands feel so good"

"Yeah well, I love touching you. I love your skin", I tell her

She just smiles at me and keeps moving

She really feels fucking out of this world

My hands reach her breasts and I hold on to them, squeezing

I feel her getting ready and I never wanted a girl to cum so bad as I want her too

I get such intense pleasure from her coming, it blows my mind how it can feel that good

"Cum on me baby", I ask, "I want it so bad"

"Yeah Yoongi, you like how it feels?"

"I fucking love it", I answer honestly, "It feels so fucking incredible. I don't know how or why but it does. And I want it again"

"Yeah Yoongi. I'll give you whatever you want"

She really is incredible

Moving faster, she moans my name as her orgasm comes

"Yoongi, oh, Yoongi"

I close my eyes as the pleasure I love floods my body

She gets so tight on me, soaking my cock in her cum, her constant squeezing feeling so good

I fucking love it so much

I open my eyes when she finishes, just as she starts slamming harder on me

The overwhelming need to fuck her takes over and I thrust up into her pussy

"Oh fuck Yoongi. Again. Do it again", she moans

I grip her hips hard and slam up into her while she comes down on me

I go in so deep and smash against her spot

"Got it again baby", I smirk as she screams loudly

I move faster fucking her right in her spot, making her scream my name with every hit

Her pussy throbs on me so fucking hard and I know she going to cum again

Slamming her spot again, she loses it, screaming loudly, shaking hard as she cums

She almost falls backwards but I grab her and hold her on me as I continue to fuck her hard

"C'mon baby, cum again. I know you want to. I feel your pussy baby. Your pussy wants to cum"

"YOONGI, YOONGI, YOONGI!", She screams, coming again, "Oh my fucking god. YOONGI!"

Her constant clenching on my cock is driving me crazy

I need to cum

"Jo, baby, I'm gonna cum"

I don't want to leave

I don't want to get out

"I wanna cum in your pussy. Can I cum inside your pussy? Please", I shout, barely holding it back

"Yes Yoongi, fuck yes!", she cries

I slam up again and hold her on my cock as I cum so fucking hard

My body shakes under her and I grip her hips so fucking hard as I scream her name

"JOANNE oh my god yes baby! JOANNE"

"Yoongi, Yoongi", she moans softly, rocking on me, making my orgasm last a little bit longer

When I finish, I move her next to me, holding her in my arms and turning into her

I just want to hold her for a little bit before I have to go back to the shoot

I'm not ready to let her go

She cuddles into me, getting as close as she can get

She feels so good and fits so perfectly in my arms

I can't believe it

She kisses me softly and I can't help but kiss her back

God I want her to be mine so much

But I'm scared

I want her to love me and stay in love with me

Not stop and leave like all the other girls

Not use me because I have money and because I'm in BTS

I want her to love Yoongi, not Suga

And I'm scared she won't

I can't think about this right now

I pull away from her, when the kiss ends, looking at her beautiful face

She smiles at me and it takes my breath away

"Yoongi....", she says softly

Just as my phone starts ringing

I close my eyes for a second

Fuck

I sigh, getting up and go to the table where I left my phone, answering it

"Yeah?"

"Where the fuck are you? Everyone's been looking for you!", Namjoon yells

Fuck

"Oh sorry. I uh...I fell asleep"

"You didn't hear your phone? I called you like three times!", he yells

He did?

I honestly didn't hear it

But then again, I was preoccupied

"I put my phone on vibrate", I answer

I hope he believes me

"The fuck Yoongi? Just get your ass to the set now!", he shouts, then hangs up

"Fucking shit", I mutter

I look back at her and she's sitting up just looking at me

"I have to go", I say lamely

"Oh yeah ok. Sure", she says awkwardly

I start getting my clothes on and she stands, getting hers on too

After we're both dressed, I unlock the door and open it

Before I go through, I tell her, "Don't tell anyone what happened. I don't want anyone to know"

Not yet

Not until I think about everything and know what I'm going to do

She looks at me, surprise and hurt on her face but she says, "Yeah sure. Ok"

She looks away from me and I feel like such an asshole

I don't want her to think I just used her for sex but I'm not ready for anything right this second

So I just nod and leave, going back to the set

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J POV

I was so happy five minutes ago and now I'm not

Now I'm hurt

I was with Yoongi and it was the best sex of my life

I was just about to tell him how I feel about him when his phone rang

Then everything went to shit

He told me not to tell anyone we were together

He doesn't want anyone to know

He's ashamed that he was with me

It hurts

I thought maybe things would be different

Maybe he felt something for me

Or at the very least he'd at least be nice to me

I guess not

I'm such an idiot

I wipe my eyes because, yeah I'm crying

The second he left, the tears just came

But I don't want to cry

I still want to talk to him

To find out if this was just a one time thing

If it was, I have to get over him

I can't be in love with someone who hates me, who doesn't want me around

Who's ashamed of me

Who used me for sex

I know I can't talk to him today

The shoot is going to end late and he's going to be cranky

I'll have to wait until tomorrow

They have a performance so I'll see them

Maybe he'll talk to me then

----------------------------------------------------

This is the last time I'm trying

For two days I've been trying to talk to Yoongi

I try to approach him but when he sees me coming, he leaves the room or goes near one of the guys

Or pretends he's asleep

Or just acts like he's busy

He's avoiding me

And he's not trying to hide that he is

And I'm such an idiot for getting hurt every time he does it

It's like I'm a glutton for punishment

But this is the last time

If he avoids me, I'm not going to try again

I can't

I can't keep getting hurt by him

Sitting in a makeup chair, I bite my nail waiting for him to come back

They're filming part of a music video today

I'm on break right now and I'm waiting for them to get one

A few minutes later, I hear talking and laughing

They're coming

My heart picks up speed and I start sweating

The guys come inside the dressing room, Yoongi in the middle of them

They all go to their phones immediately

Yoongi is standing off to the side, looking at his phone

I stand up and start walking to him

He looks up and sees me

He immediately goes next to Hobi and asking him loudly, "Wanna get food? I'm hungry"

"Uh ok. Why are you yelling? I'm right here", Hobi asks confused

"I'm not. I'm just hungry. Let's go"

Yoongi turns away from me and leaves the room with Hobi following him

He doesn't look back once

It feels like I've been punched in the chest

That's it

I'm done

Leaving the room, I walk to the bathroom, holding back tears

Once inside, I just let them fall

This is the last time I'm going to cry because of him

No more

I'm done

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Yoongi POV

Sitting on the couch in the dressing room, I can't keep my eyes off her

She's doing Jimin's makeup right now

I haven't spoken to her in four days

Not since we we're together

It's like everything went back to the way it is

I avoid her because I'm terrified

I love her

In love

I finally admitted it to myself after months of denying it

I knew I was when I was with her

I knew before but that just confirmed it

Being with her, kissing her, having her in my arms felt so right

Like I'm supposed to be with her

And I don't know how to tell her

I was such an asshole to her

How can I explain that I was mean because I love her?

That's first grade shit and I fucking did it to her

Will she even believe me?

Will she even give me a chance?

She's wasn't avoiding me

Well not until today

I'd see her walk over to me the last few days but I leave the room or act like I'm busy

She hasn't approached me today and I don't think she will

She hasn't even looked at me once

It hurts but I have no reason to be upset

I made her think I hate her

Jimin comes over to me and sits in-between me and Tae to wait for his hair to be done

I haven't gotten anything done yet

"Do you know what's wrong with Joanne?", he asks Tae

What?

What's wrong with her?

"I don't know but you noticed it too right?", Tae answers

"Yeah. She just doesn't seem happy these last few days. She's being so quiet. I hope she's not sick"

"Yeah that'd suck", Tae agrees, "Did you ask her what's wrong?"

Jimin nods

"Did she say nothing like she said to me?"

"Yeah. I don't believe her but what can I say but ok?", Jimin shrugs, "She just smiles and shrugs off what I say"

"Yeah me too. I just hope she snaps out of it and she's ok", Tae replies

I immediately look at Joanne

She's switching out the makeup but she's not smiling and she looks upset

It's because of me

I need to cut it out right now and grow the fuck up

Making a decision, I stand up and walk over to her

She sees me but right before I get to her, she moves fast walking away from me and out of the room

I stand there stunned and hurt

This is what she felt like when I did it to her

And I deserve it

She avoiding me now

And I don't like it

God I just keep fucking up with her

But I'm not giving up so easily

I stand by the makeup table, waiting for her to come back

----------------------------------------------------

She comes back a few minutes later

When she sees me by her table, she immediately makes a beeline for the makeup closet

She opens the door, looking inside but I know she's pretending to look for something

I need to talk to her now

"Joanne", I call, walking over to her

She doesn't turn around and keeps pretending to rummage through the make up

"Jo, please", I ask, "I...I need to talk to you"

"Busy now"

I deserve what she's doing to me but I'm not stopping

"Please jagi", I say quietly

I hear her sigh as she slowly turns to me, looking down at the floor

Not at me

"Yeah?", she says softly

I reach out and lift her face gently to mine then just lean towards her, my lips on hers in a soft kiss

"Ho-ly shit", Jimin gasps

I pull her closer to me, my arms around her

I feel her arms slide up and around my neck and it feels so right

"What is going on? Why is he kissing her?", Jin asks, confused

"I knew it. I knew he liked her. He tried so hard to hide it but I knew", Hobi says

"That's why he was such a jerk to her", Namjoon realizes

"What is he seven?", Jungkook asks and I know he's rolling his eyes

When the kiss ends, I pull away and look into her confused face

Moving my hand, I run it in her hair

"I love you", I tell her softly

Her eyebrows shoot up and she looks so shocked

I know it's surprising given how I've been acting towards her

"Can I talk to you?", I ask

She nods and I feel relief in my body

I move my arms to let go of her but she stops me

"Wait", she says and I panic a little

Is she going to tell me no, she doesn't want to talk to me?

That she changed her mind?

I deserve it with the way I acted

"First, I uh want to tell you that I love you too", she answers

My eyes widen as I realize what she said

She said she loves me

"Yeah?", I ask shyly

She nods, "Yeah"

I feel a huge grin burst on my face

She smiles back at me

I can't help it, I kiss her again

I absolutely love her kisses and I hope I can have them all the time from now on

We pull away and I take her hand, lacing her finger with mine

She squeezes my hand back and I smile as I lead her out of the dressing room

----------------------------------------------------

She and I walk outside to the set

We're in a meadow in a park

I lead her to a bench nearby and we sit

Facing her, I just start talking

"I'm sorry Jo. I'm sorry I was such a dick to you. I was just scared to be around you"

"Why?"

"Because I love you. I've loved you all this time. But I didn't want to"

"Oh", she says sadly

"It wasn't anything to do with you", I explain

I don't want her to think she did anything or she's not good enough because that's so far from the truth

It was all my issue

"It's just every girlfriend I had left me. Once I started to have real feelings for them, they stopped or they just up and left. All girls want to say they're with an idol but they don't really know what that means. The busy schedule, not having much time for them even though I try, the constant performances and traveling. How I'm always exhausted but they want to go party or go out."

She's looking at me intently as she listens

"Once they realize how hard it is they leave. It's like all the feelings they have for me just stop and I end up hurt over and over"

"I would never do that Yoongi. I would never hurt you", she says quietly

"I know that now. But I was scared. And I fell in love with you so fast. I never loved anyone but I couldn't help loving you. But I didn't know you then, I didn't know if you were like the other girls who'd leave. So I just pushed my feelings away. I was mean to you to keep you away from me. I figured if you hated me, I'd be safe"

"But it didn't work Yoongi. I loved you before I took this job. I'm an ARMY Yoongi and you were always the member I wanted. I didn't think you'd ever feel that way for me and honestly I just wanted to be your friend. That would of meant everything to me. But you were so mean to me and I didn't know why. You didn't know me but you didn't want to either. All the guys did but not you. I though maybe something was wrong with me for you to hate me immediately"

I shake my head

I'm such an asshole

I was so concerned with my own feelings I didn't even think about hers

"There's nothing wrong with you. There was something wrong with me. Staying away from you killed me. Seeing you with the guys, laughing and smiling made me so jealous and angry because I wanted you to be doing that with me. And then we were together and it was the best fucking time of my life"

"It was for me too Yoongi. Because it was with you", she says

I take her hand, holding it tightly

"Everything Jo, kissing you, being with you, holding you, it just felt so right. Like I belonged with you", I confess

She nods, "I felt the same way"

I'm glad she does

I was worried she didn't and that would of devastated me

"I was upset when you told me not to tell anyone. Not like I was going to anyway but that was the first thing you said to me. I thought you were ashamed of being with me"

What?

Never

"No Joanne. I would never be ashamed of being with you. I just didn't know what to do at that second. I was feeling all the love I had for you and then I had to go back to the shoot right away. I didn't know if you felt the same, I was trying to figure out how I was going to tell you and make everything up to you all at the same time and I was overwhelmed. That why I asked you not to tell anyone. Not because I was ashamed but because I needed time to figure out what to do"

I hope she understand

I didn't mean to make her think I was ashamed of her

I would never be

Hell I'd be proud to be with her

"I love you Joanne, so much. And I want to be with you. I want you to be mine. And yes I'm still scared but I'm willing to take that risk with you"

She gives me a small smile

Finally she's smiling at me

It so beautiful just like her

"I love you Yoongi. You don't have to be scared with me. I promise. I want to be with you so much"

I nod

"Please don't break my heart", I ask softly

She shakes her head, "Never Yoongi. Never. I promise"

She pulls me to her, her lips pressing onto mine in a soft kiss

Yes fuck

This is everything I've ever wanted since I first saw her

And for once, I'm completely happy

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i’ll float away - myg | m

they show you how to swim, then they throw you in the deep end. what if I don’t float? - float, the neighborhood.

↳ summary- years after the breakup, yoongi, a successful award-winning rapper with an unhealthy addiction, finds your wedding invite on Facebook.

↳ rating- explicit/18+

↳ word count- 12.6k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- idol!au, postbreakup!au, very heavy angst, smut, fluff

↳ warnings- discussions of drugs and death, penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), creampie, dirty talk, min yoongi being a mental health king

↳ a.n- hi everyone! some of you may recognize this fic. this fic is my baby. i went through and edited it a little more and put all the chapters together to make it a one shot. i think it flows better that way! i hope you enjoy this. this fic means so so so much to me and while it’s heavy, i hope you enjoy the ride it will take you on. this fic got me back into writing and i will forever be thankful for that.

↳ this fic contains adult content, such as drug use, discussions of suicide, accidental overdose, discussions of drugs and addictions. while this is not romanticized, or idolized, it is discussed. please take care of yourself and proceed with caution. 18+ | discretion is advised.

‘We cordially invite you to the wedding of…’

Min Yoongi felt numb.

Yoongi always felt numb, but this felt different, wrong. Like he was falling and had no ledge to grip.

It felt as if the world had stopped on its axis, and at any moment, gravity would turn off and he would just float, float away to nothingness.

There was no sound. Everything existed in silence.

His fingers couldn’t move. Eyes were glued to his phone screen where he stared at the wedding invite on fucking Facebook.

He wasn’t even sure why he was seeing it, considering you had blocked him on nearly every form of social media. Likely it was from your family, someone that still kept him around despite a million reasons not to.

It felt like centuries before Yoongi noticed his heartbeat again. And when it did, it hurt. It threatened to break his ribs, tear through muscle and sinew, erupt from the skin to go, get away, run run run from this.

The numbness was gone. Now all he felt was the pain.

Yoongi felt like his every cell, every fiber, was burning. Perhaps, they were mourning.

Perhaps, they were dying.

Water dripped onto his phone and it took him a few stunted breaths to realize the water was coming from him, pouring from his eyes like open wounds.

The numb silence surrounding him left him, and now he was too alert, too aware. The sounds hit him like a tidal wave.

His body was reacting years before his brain could catch up. He could hear himself crying, choking on his sobs, and at first, it didn’t register as his own voice wailing your name.

And then emotion erupted and smashed into his psyche, nothing standing in his way to protect him.

He was heartbroken.

He had felt nothing in years, refused to face the sorrowful demons lurking around him. It was easier to hide, to run. It terrified him to think of what would happen if he allowed himself a chance to feel again. He didn’t think he would make it out alive.

Alive.

Was he? Had he been living since that day? He wasn’t sure. He breathed, ate, drank, fucked, but he wasn’t positive he was alive at all.

Living? Sure. Existing? Yes. But alive, he couldn’t determine.

Now that he could feel every ounce of pain, his body accepted it tenfold. His throat felt angry and raw. He must be screaming—he thought. His fingers pricked with pins and needles as if they hadn’t moved an inch since the day he last touched you, refusing to believe you were gone. His arms wrapped around his own chest as his body wracked with sobs.

Yoongi hadn’t cried in years. He hadn’t allowed himself to cry, hadn’t given permission to his mind to even think about it. Surely, once he started, he was confident he would never stop.

His mind reeled. He was only half aware of where he was, what he was doing. It wasn’t until he felt his legs moving, feet shuffling to his nightstand, that he realized what was happening.

He didn’t want to feel. His mind, in an effort to protect, to avoid, was doing the only thing Yoongi knew to do.

He grabbed the bottle of Oxy’s, poured out a handful and contemplated swallowing them.

He didn’t think he wanted to die. To be frank, he felt he was already living in purgatory. He just wanted it to stop, to end, to retreat into nothingness and stop fucking crying.

Swallowing them wouldn’t do. He would fall asleep, and likely stop breathing. Too much. He couldn’t die. He knew in his mind he would feel too guilty to die. He didn’t want death; he merely wanted respite, sanctuary.

He could continue surviving as long as his nerves dulled and frayed, mind sticky and hazy. Exist. Don’t feel.

With skilled hands and tools, Yoongi crushed some pills into a fine powder and sat on his bed to arrange the drug into 4 lines.

He always felt better this way.

He would add a line of coke had his situation been different. It was his go-to, enough to keep himself present, to do what he needed to get through the day while still feeling dissolved. Sing, dance, record, smile for the cameras, sign for the screaming girls, plaster on that boyish smile, repeat.

He just wanted to sleep.

His body worked on auto-pilot. Yoongi was sure he was still heaving with sobs. He could feel his chest shaking, and his hands were unsteady.

You were getting married.

One bump. Inhale. Hold it. Don’t think. Breathe.

Someone else was holding you, smiling as bright as your future. Handsome. Kind. Family man.

Alive.

Second bump. Inhale. Don’t let it go. Breathe.

He imagined your hands on someone else’s body, your voice crying out in throes of passion in someone else’s ear. Whispering someone else’s name as you succumbed to your climax.

Third bump, then straight to the fourth without stopping. It burned as it passed through his nostrils, straight to his bloodstream.

Children, a home and a dog. Family dinner. Movies, laughter. All of them without him. An outsider staring in through the window, wondering what it could feel like to be within; wondered what it was like to get what he wanted.

Yoongi leaned back on his bed, feeling the slow, syrupy wave wash over him.

‘Please, take it away’ he pleaded silently as if the drug were his doctor, his therapist. It was, in many ways. ‘I’m not strong enough.’

His eyes drooped and felt like lead. He was tired. So tired. He could feel his sobs slow, before ending in quiet little whimpers and sighs. His breathing mellowed, and he felt his chest deflate for what felt like hours before his lungs pulled in harshly more air.

He ached but felt as if someone had pulled a blanket over him, over his tortured heart and crumbling brain. No more thinking, just sleep. Can’t feel, can’t cry, don’t want to face it.

Sleep.

Warmth.

Warmth surrounded him. It felt as if he were napping in the shady grass during summer. Warm and comforting.

You were there, in the meadow of his imagination. You were walking to him, a white dress and pretty flowers. Yoongi felt his heart tug at every artery in his body, as if begging him to stop, heel, resist, don’t go.

“Yoongi,” You called across the valley. Your dulcet voice rang through his head as if you spoke directly to his mind.

“Where are you?” You asked.

In a blink, you were in front of him. Your eyes were searching for him, even though he stood inches away.

He opened his mouth to beckon you, but no words came out. He was desperate to call out to you, embrace you. He strained to move his hand. He wanted to touch your cheek, feel real and alive again. His body would not respond.

“Yoongi, go!” You pleaded, eyes filling with tears, still seeking the male. “You can’t be here!”

His body stung, wincing at your words and aching at your distress.

“Yoongi, you need to wake up!”

The warmth faded.

It felt as if something had ripped his comfort blanket from him, exposing his body to the harsh chill of reality.

He could sense he was in a bed, and the lights were bright, so bright. He tried to open his eyes and groaned as the halogen pierced through his skull.

“Yoongi?! Oh my god, he’s waking up!” Distressed voices were too loud all around him, and he felt pokes and prods and beeping of machines.

“Ow-… loud.” His voice was rough as if he hadn’t used it in days.

Yoongi felt more acutely aware of his body as he struggled to wake up. He was so nauseated, stomach churning ferociously, even though he hadn’t eaten since… how long? He wasn’t sure. He wanted to vomit.

He wanted to sleep.

He lifted his eyes again and peered through the harsh lighting. His best friend Hoseok stood over him, along with Namjoon, his manager, and Jimin, his assistant.

Hoseok had tears in his eyes, and the sight made Yoongi wince with grief. Hobi hadn’t cried since high school when he got cut from the dance team. Something awful must have happened.

“Hobi…,” he murmured, coughing to clear his throat. “What happened? What’s going on?”

Adjusted to the light, Yoongi finally glanced at his surroundings and took stock of his environment.

He was in a hospital; he was the patient. An IV was stuck in the crook of his arm, his skin ghostly pale, enormous bags of saline attached overhead. He felt faint.

How had this happened? Did he hurt himself at practice? Was there a car accident? Yoongi could remember driving home from the dance studio but felt foggy about anything else. He didn’t even know what day it was.

His friends blanched at Yoongi’s questioning, side-eying each other. Who would have to be the one to tell him?

Hoseok’s eyes flooded with tears again as he looked at the rapper and spoke. “Yoongi… you-… you OD’d.”

The words hit him like an oncoming train.

Overdose.

It had never happened to him before.

He nearly died.

He had, unfortunately, been in the game long enough to watch it happen to others. Some were lucky to make it out okay, most weren’t.

It all flashed painfully in his mind as it all flooded back.

You. Marriage. OxyContin.

Inhale. Don’t breathe. Don’t feel.

“Oh, my god.”

Hoseok let out a soft sob. “Jimin found you in your bed. Thank god you keep Narcan.”

Yoongi turned to glance at the gentle, pink-haired boy who had already done so much for him. Yoongi felt wrecked, utterly guilty for putting him in such a situation. How many times had Yoongi had to force a needle into a friend’s thigh, watch as their pinpoint pupils widened and lungs gasped for air as their synapses released? Too many. Each time kept him awake all night and petrified for months. He regularly kept the overdose reversal drug on him, in the studio, in his home.

“Jimin,” he croaked, his own eyes filling with tears. “I’m s-so fucking sorry.”

Jimin couldn’t hold back the tears in his eyes anymore. “It’s okay, Yoongs.” Jimin’s voice was quiet, trembling.

Yoongi felt the tears slip down his cheeks at his best friends and team. He had put so much on them. So much.

“You saved my life, Jimin.” Yoongi’s quiet voice made the assistant cry more.

“You’d do it for me.” He whispered through tears as he pushed forward and fell into Yoongi’s chest, holding the rapper close. “Let’s just… get better, y-yeah?”

The rapper’s heart seized up.

Better.

What was better? Surely, Jimin meant rehab. Sobriety. Meetings and sponsors.

To Yoongi, it meant feeling. It screamed hurting. It oozed heartbreak.

When Yoongi had been introduced to drugs at the beginning of his rap career, it had been fun and sexy. They used coke at the hottest parties, weed at all the clubs, acid at the raves. Yoongi sampled each like a buffet, found out which made him feel lightheaded and loose, which made him dizzy, which made him ache.

The drugs led to the girls. So many women begging for him. The cloudy haze of his mind found it hard to resist, even knowing you were still his, still waiting for him as you and he promised with thin silver bands symbolizing your shared devotion and dedication.

Therefore, drugs led to regret.

He left you. Days before your wedding. He exposed all of his misdeeds, his infidelity, his vices. He had promised you after he was famous, rich, well known that he would come back to you, start a family with you.

Instead, he turned away and left.

It was easier to avoid it all and leave; he rationalized. Seeing your heartbreak had been his undoing.

After the breakup, Yoongi self-medicated daily. He stuck with opiates and cocaine, finding it just the right combination to get him pleasantly numb from the guilt and loss of you while giving him the euphoric high he needed as a rising star rapper.

He had tried to keep it to himself as long as he could. Hoseok knew about the recreational use but hadn’t realized the extent of the problem until he found Yoongi too high to function, slumped in a chair in the recording studio.

Hoseok told Namjoon, his manager, who interrogated Yoongi’s assistant, Jimin. None had known quite how far Yoongi had spiraled down. And none had an idea to pull him out.

Yoongi didn’t want to go to rehab. He didn’t want the forced positivity. Group therapy. Social workers discussing ‘goals’ and ‘treatment plans’. He would risk his reputation. He was now a top-earning Grammy-winning artist. He was fucking Agust D. He couldn’t be just another celebrity who ended up in rehab. It would ruin everything he built. He could do it himself, fix his problems alone as he always had.

“Yeah.” Yoongi croaked to his assistant. “I’ll get better.” His smile was weak, and probably unconvincing to the three men who knew him best.

As Namjoon opened his mouth to speak, a knock sounded at the door of his room. Yoongi’s brow furrowed in confusion. He did not know who it could be, the three people he interacted with most already present. His accountant? Wouldn’t seem likely. A fan? Definitely unlikely, Jimin and Namjoon had likely taken major strides to ensure his privacy and ask the hospital to provide security. Was it… you? Yoongi stopped breathing at the thought.

Namjoon strode to the door and opened it a crack, peering out. Yoongi couldn’t see who the manager was whispering too, but moments later watched as the door swung open.

It wasn’t you. He felt relief. He wouldn’t have been able to look at you. But the guest was only slightly better.

Your mother.

The matronly woman’s eyes were full of tears. Yoongi’s mother had been your mother’s best friend from childhood, to the very day Yoongi’s mother passed away from breast cancer. Yoongi had been 17, void of any motherly contact at such an impressionable age.

Your mother had stepped in, no doubt or worry in her mind about caring for the teen. He was already such good friends with you and she even encouraged and supported the underlying feelings the two had for each other. Yoongi became family and nearly a son-in-law.

Even after the breakup, after breaking your heart and leaving you at the altar, your mom still kept in contact with him. She still reached out, celebrated his achievements and ensured he was well. She was the picture of forgiveness and compassion.

Yoongi crumbled at the sight of her, suddenly feeling like a teenager again, and sobbed as she moved forward quickly to embrace him. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin stepped outside to allow privacy and Yoongi clung to the only mother figure he had.

“I’m sorry. I’m so s-sorry.” He bawled.

He didn’t know exactly what he was apologizing for. For hurting you? For avoiding her and the entire realm of anything concerning you? For almost killing himself? Maybe a mix of it all.

His chest hurt, god it hurt so bad. It felt as if all ribs snapped from the crushing weight of his sorrow and guilt.

Her hand smoothed his hair, mint-colored now, and held his face to her neck and cried with him.

“Shh,” She soothed. “It’s okay, little lion.”

Yoongi cried harder at the childhood nickname from his deceased mother that followed him to adulthood with the woman holding him.

Yoongi couldn’t stop crying. It wouldn’t end. It felt like an endless river, a torrential storm that never passed. He felt raw, ripped from the inside out.

“You’re alive, Yoongi.” She whispered and kissed his forehead. “You’re still here. I love you.”

He wasn’t sure what he had done in a past life to deserve this kindness and unconditional love. Yoongi knew he didn’t deserve it, especially not from the mother of the girl he loved and broke completely. Not from the woman who he promised to make a grandmother, only to turn away and leave destruction in his wake.

“She’s getting married,” He choked out, the pain in his chest overwhelming him at his own words, so consuming he felt devoid of air. He gasped, struggling to breathe at all. “T-that should be me.”

She sensed this and squeezed her eyes tighter, hugging the boy closer to her as sobs wrecked his tired, thin body.

“I know, love.” She whispered. “I know.” She had no words to quell the heartbreak, just as she had many years ago when you laid across her lap, crying over the boy you loved completely. Words wouldn’t fix the wounds. She could only provide comfort; a band-aid on a bullet hole.

Yoongi allowed himself to sob, fully cry until he felt he might pass out. She held him, rocked him like a child, whispered words of comfort as his breathing eventually slowed and even out. His sobs turned to sniffles, and though he stopped crying, his eyes remained glassy and broken.

He had stopped crying; he noticed. The tears had stopped flowing, the thick pleas escaping his throat dried. But he hadn’t stopped the hurt. It felt as though the hurt was a gaping, infected, open sore that would never heal. He could hide it from the world, cover it up for none to see, but he couldn’t ignore the sting or the pain with every breath.

Yoongi steeled himself to look into the eyes of his comforter, preparing himself for the look of pity or disappointment in her look.

He bit back another cry as he only found compassion, comfort and unconditional love in her gaze. He didn’t deserve her.

“Please, don’t tell her,” he pleaded. “I can’t…,” he gulped. “I can’t let her know about this.”

She grimaced. “I’m afraid it’s too late for that.” She sighed, stroking her fingers through his mint colored hair. “She wanted to come to see you, too.” Yoongi groaned and felt his heart clench. “I told her it wasn’t the best idea.” She murmured. Yoongi was suddenly comforted and struck by how very much he did not deserve the grace of this woman.

“Fuck,” he sighed. “She thought I was clean. That was the last thing I told her.”

He recalled the last time you two had spoken when he promised to get clean. Instead, he had left and spent the next few years in a haze.

“I think you should talk to her,” she admitted. “Not now. Not until you feel better, but she was distraught at the news.”

The idea of seeing you again plowed through him like a freight train.

“Sure,” he whispered. He couldn’t understand why you’d be concerned. You had swung choice words at him as he left, insults he deserved. “Maybe.”

Yoongi spent more time with his mother figure, comforting him and whispering sweet revelations and promises to keep in touch before his doctor interrupted and encouraged Yoongi to get rest without distraction.

Soon enough, he was alone again. Stuck in the too bright, too white, sterile room he had landed himself in because of his grief.

His attention diverted between the discomfort of his withdrawal and the gaping wound of having to see you again.

Even if he made it out sober, withdrawal free, he wasn’t sure he would make it out for long.

He tried to stay away, stay clean. He managed for a few weeks, immersing himself in writing an album and using his creative expression to medicate his wounds. And it worked.

Until it didn’t.

It started with the marijuana. He couldn’t resist the way it helped soothe everything. Not just the pain, but the world around him. He could sink into his bed, write away his feelings and worries, and relish in the sensation of absolutely nothing.

That lasted for a few weeks. He’d try to smoke every day, but the darkness continued to creep up, wrapping around his throat like a vice.

He demanded his schedule to get busier, to get tighter, despite the warnings from Namjoon. He insisted on shows, award dinners, radio interviews, everything. If he was busy, he wouldn’t think about you. He could survive another day if you weren’t the first thing on his mind.

That’s when the cocaine started again.

It helped him muster the energy he needed to plaster on Agust D, rapper extraordinaire. He could sing, rap, dance, wink at the girls, sign the scantily clad flesh, throw back a shot of vodka and charm the press.

A few lines of coke every few hours pushed him forward, and towards his end.

But he was handling it. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he working, being successful, making money? He was rich. He was famous. He was beloved. He was shining.

Did it even fucking matter?

The shine made his shadow darker. It made his fall from grace longer, more painful.

It didn’t fucking matter.

Yoongi found himself at the corner of the park, the same one you two had grown up playing in. It was in the center of the neighborhood you two lived. It was where he first chased you around the swings, laughed with you over comics at the picnic table, and fucked you for the first time in the parking lot in the backseat of his car.

He couldn’t stop the memories rolling over him like a boulder, crushing his lungs and threatening to snap his bones into nothing more than dust.

It stunted his breath. He felt as if pulling in a full intake of air was impossible.

He finally sucked up his faux courage and scheduled a time to meet you here at this park. The park that held such significance to both of you.

If he thought it was hard to breathe at the memories of the park, it was even worse when you walked towards him, and planted your feet in front of him.

There was nothing. Stillness. Absolute silence as you both felt as if the barometric pressure dropped around your vicinity. A vacuum. Nothing but you two, and so much hurt it was palpable.

“Y-You’re getting married-..” Yoongi broke the silence, voice dry and quiet. He wanted to say more, but couldn’t. He couldn’t look anywhere but his feet. Didn’t want to see a ring around your finger that wasn’t from him.

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes. “Yeah, I am.”

Yoongi couldn’t look at you, couldn’t look you in your eyes. It was too much. Too painful. Those eyes used to look at him with so much love, so much pride. He couldn’t bear to see what you held in them now.

“Great, that is great,” his voice was flat. “Happy for you. I hope it goes well.”

You cringed and turned your face up to stare at the mint-haired boy. The man of your dreams. The one who took so much and left you with nothing.

“Hoseok told me what happened.”

Yoongi closed his eyes, as if blocking out the words. Fuck. Of course. You and Hoseok were still close; it was bound to happen.

His world now was so dark, so ugly. Yoongi couldn’t bear ruining you any more. You had been the iron rod and lamplight that led him through the darkness. You were his lifeline. Without you, all stability, all light, gone.

“Yeah,” was all he could muster, flickering up to look at you. You were staring back, eyes full of unshed tears.

Yoongi inhaled sharply, feeling each tear from your eyes as a knife to his chest. He hadn’t seen your eyes in so long. Staring at you was like leaving a hand on a burning stove.

“Are you still using?” You asked. Your words weren’t callous or cruel. You asked to gather information, to determine an opinion, not to pass judgement. Yoongi knew you meant no harm and found himself powerless to lie to you, anyway.

“Just…,” he let out a puff of air anxiously. “Yeah, sort of. Weed and some coke, I guess. Nothing else.” He rubbed his neck anxiously.

Your lips set in a line, and your eyes flicked back down, sadness washing over your features. He could feel it rolling off of you in waves, lumps building in his throat.

“I miss you,” He admitted, words tumbling out before he could catch himself. “So fucking much. I know this isn’t fair, and I know that I fucked up. I just miss you more than anything else in the world.”

At first, you laughed. Yoongi felt as if someone had punched him.

Then you cried. Yoongi felt as if he had been shot, point blank in the chest.

“You’re right, Yoongi. It isn’t fair,” You walked closer to him, a mix of grief and anger. “You ruined my fucking life.”

You pushed against his shoulder. “You left me at the fucking altar. You cheated on me.” The tears came faster down your cheeks. “Then, you almost fucking died. And my mom won’t stop crying. And I can’t stop crying, I fucking cry my eyes out because my wedding is in 2 months and I realize I will never get over you.”

Yoongi felt another shot, execution style, to the head. He couldn’t speak and watched your anger, accepting the jabs to his chest.

“I thought I was happy, Yoongi. I really thought I would get the wedding and life I wanted so badly, and you took it away from me. Twice!” You were sobbing, pushed even closer against him. “You almost fucking dying made me realize I don’t want that life with him. I want it with you, you fucking inconsiderate asshole!”

Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to speak. Any elation he might have had about hearing your revelation was quickly quelled by the fire of your anguish.

“And, now you’re still using and there’s no way I could even think about seeing you high. I love you so much and it fucking hurts me knowing you do that to yourself, accepting no sort of fucking help. You can’t do it all yourself, Min Yoongi, no matter how fucking great you think you are!”

He couldn’t reply. He had no words, nothing of value to add. You were right. He couldn’t find a single argument. Your body pressed so close to him and his body ached. It yearned to close the distance and feel your shape against his, slotting together so easily as you always had. It was magnetic. He could almost weep at how badly he needed to hold you, to feel you, to touch you again.

You watched him, unable to stop the flow of tears you promised you would never shed for him again. “Look at me.” You asked quietly.

Yoongi’s own red-rimmed eyes lifted to yours. He looked so broken. So raw. He was crying, years of built up sorrow pouring down his pale cheeks.

You closed the distance and pushed together your bodies, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your face against his neck. He smelled as he always did. Dove shampoo, Old Spice, laundry detergent. You knew Yoongi nearly down to his DNA.

You lifted your face level to his and pressed a kiss to his lips. He felt no heat in the kiss, no desire.

It felt final, resolute.

“Goodbye, Yoongi.” You whispered, pressing your forehead to his.

And you turned. And you left.

And another piece of Yoongi’s broken heart slipped away with you.

Yoongi avoided any semblance of routine. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t feel anything but ache. He saw you in everything he did.

He tried to stay away from the drugs. He sincerely did. He knew the risks. He knew he had nearly died.

But he could not bear to take the pain anymore. He could not continue fighting his very breath, forcing himself to breathe even though it hurt too much.

He was still standing on the outside of your world, so far away from you. It was so cold. He didn’t remember what warmth was. He didn’t think he deserved to remember, either.

It was easy to score a baggie of smack. Yoongi had plenty of money and connections. But Yoongi had never done heroin intravenously. He had smoked it with his old dealer, the first man he ever had to revive with Narcan. IV use scared him. But it was what he could get a hold of, and what he needed.

Tie off. Fill up. Inject. Hold it. Breathe. Don’t feel. Release.

It washed over him quickly, the same fuzzy warmth that started at his toes and slithered up to his head. It felt headier than snorting it, less of a slow rush, more of an instant dive into warmth. Comfort.

The knot in his stomach loosened. Yoongi relaxed against his pillows and inhaled deeply before exhaling. He could breathe again.

He was so sleepy. So tired. He could sleep again without the torment of his dreams. He could live again without feeling his shattered heart. No hurt. Only comfort.

His only love.

He wasn’t sure how long he slept for. He didn’t dream. He couldn’t recall if five minutes had passed or five days. His head pounded him back to reality as he woke, and he realized it was dark outside his bedroom.

His phone was still on his bedside table. He checked it and groaned. It was the next day, next evening really. He had slept over 24 hours. He felt like shit.

The nausea and the chills came soon after. He felt as if he was burning. He couldn’t stop puking, even with minimal content in his stomach to begin with. Sips of water would come back up. His fever got worse. He became so drenched in sweat he stripped his clothes and sat in a bath, hoping to sweat the fever out. It chilled him to the bone. He was so hot, and so fucking cold at the same time.

Yoongi cried as he held himself in the tub. He was alone. He was withdrawing. He wanted more, god he wanted to sleep and feel good again, didn’t want the sickness or the grief. It was so much. So fucking much.

His fingers danced along his phone, dialing your number out of habit, out of a need to hear you.

“Why are you calling me, Yoongi?” Your voice, flat, asked through the phone.

Yoongi croaked. His voice was hoarse due to disuse for over a day. “I fucked up, baby.”

Your heart clenched at the sound of the pet name. It had been so long. God, you had missed it so much. You missed him. You fucking hated him for it.

“Are you okay?” You asked, concern edging out the anger at his call.

“No,” he sighed, shivering and holding his knees to his chest. “I sh-shot up.”

He could not stop the whimper leaving his mouth. “I’m withdrawing. I w-want to keep using it, but I can’t!” Yoongi sobbed, openly weeping at the physical and emotional pain. “I’ll fucking die again. I don’t want to die. I love you.”

Tears poured down your face, heartbroken at his words and actions.

“Yoongi, where are you?”

Yoongi quickly replied. “I’m at home, in the bathtub. The front door is locked,” He whispered. “I don’t think I can stand.”

“I still uh… have my key.” You admitted. Yoongi felt his heart clench, unsure of what to make of that idea.

Yoongi remained in the bathtub, holding himself and shivering violently when you arrived on scene. Your heart, already so broken, shattered at the impact of seeing the love of your life and the cause of your heartbreak, suffering.

“Fuck,” you whispered, quickly grabbing towels and kneeling by the tub at his side. “Yoongs, let’s get you dry, okay? Can you stand with me?” You grasped his clammy arms and allowed him to use your weight to balance himself on shaky legs.

You were so gentle. So compassionate. Yoongi felt his resolve breaking, wanting nothing but to wrap you up and never let you go again, tell your future husband to fuck off and allow the rapper to take his rightful place.

With your help, Yoongi stood and allowed himself to be dried. He normally would have felt the stirrings of arousal at such an intimate gesture, but all he felt now was unbridled affection and overpowering guilt.

You led Yoongi to his bed, settling him on the soft surface while you moved to dig through his drawers for clothes.

“Don’t make me go to the hospital,” he pleaded softly. You stole a look back at him, at his words.

“Yoongi, you need to see someone. You’re not okay.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m… I’ll be okay. I’ve gone through the worst of it already.�� He rubbed at his sweaty forehead. “Will you just stay with me? I’m so cold.” He shivered.

You glanced at the man on the bed. He was thin, so sickly thin. While he had always maintained a lean physique, it looked as if the rapper hadn’t eaten in weeks. His skin was sallow, paper white with bruises on his arms and legs that seemed onyx against his alabaster skin.

You weren’t sure you could argue with him, but he definitely appeared less ill for wear now that he was out of the bath and dry.

“Yoongs,…” you breathed, dropping the clothing in your hands. “Let me hold you.” All reservations were held back. The anger dissipated. You couldn’t fight the need to help him, to nurture and hold him.

You moved to tear your thick jacket off your frame and toe out of your shoes before making towards the bed. Together, you took hands and slid gently in between his sheets. Yoongi’s body was trembling. He didn’t know if it was from the withdrawal or his proximity to you.

You pulled the blanket up and over your bodies, pressing yours against his thin body. His skin was freezing, forcing out a shiver of your own.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, forehead leaning to press against yours. You didn’t reply, not sure you’d be able to form words.

You laid in a long, comfortable silence as your warm hands rubbed along Yoongi’s arms and back, willing the blood vessels in his body to expand and return his heat. His breathing was even now, but occasionally let out a groan. He couldn’t tell if it was a groan of pain, or of pleasure. Your hands on his skin felt like heaven and hell, wrapped in one.

Everything he loved and lost in one package.

Bringing him to life and sentencing him to death.

“I love you,” his voice was shaky, quiet.

You nodded, tears now easily slipping past your cheeks. “I love you too.” There was no use denying it. It was clear in the way you ran to him, in the way you held him tightly, as if he would disappear without you pressed up against him.

His lips found yours easily, as if magnetized. The kiss was slow, gentle. You felt your own tears slide down your cheeks and meet his own. Yoongi couldn’t help them, couldn’t help the simultaneous ache and burn of your touch again.

His hand slid to rest on your hip, underneath your shirt, pulling you even closer. The kiss deepened, tongues swirling in each other’s mouth, searching for each other in the only place you knew.

It didn’t take long for your shirt to come off, and Yoongi’s hands to slide down your hips to push at your jeans. This wasn’t passionate or steamy. It was broken, desperately seeking comfort in the solace of each other.

Once your clothing laid strewn across the floor, Yoongi wrapped his thin arms around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he could. He could feel your breasts press up against his chest and was positive you could feel his hardness pressing into your thighs.

He didn’t want to fuck you. He wanted to love you, to feel you again. He wanted to hide inside you. He wanted the security that being buried deep within you once gave him. He wanted to feel alive, feel you. It seemed he could no longer separate the difference.

His tears wouldn’t stop flowing, neither would yours.

There was no foreplay, no teasing or edging. Yoongi laid you back against the pillows and kissed at your tears, eyes boring into yours to seek consent. You nodded, opening up your legs as a response. You needed to feel him too, fill the ache inside of you that widened each day without him. Yoongi lined himself up and slid into the familiar, inviting heat.

You muffled a cry, thrilled at the feeling of him filling you completely. You missed him. You loved him. You hated him. You never felt more complete. The thought made you cry more, both in pleasure and in sorrow. The man bringing you so much pleasure had wrought so much sadness and pain.

Yoongi kept a slow pace, uncaring about orgasms or getting off. His desire to be within you was void of sensuality at this point. Yoongi only wanted to be within you, to feel safe, to feel anything again. He felt alive.

Alive.

His thrusting moved quicker as your lips met and danced together, pouring out emotion through unspoken gestures. He didn’t have the words, couldn’t tell you every single thought ran through his brain. He hoped he could convey them to you here, in each roll of his hips.

Yoongi felt his release quickly approaching, unsure of how to proceed. He wasn’t sure what the moral code for cumming inside your ex fiancé was. He groaned as he kissed you.

“I love you, I’m close. Where…?” He hoped you would understand his broken question.

You sighed with relief, feeling yours coming quickly too. While there had been no fire, no passion, the unadulterated emotion coursing between the two of you was enough to bring you close to completion.

“Inside me, please,” you sniffed, gasping at the tendrils of orgasm beginning to wrap around you.

Yoongi pressed his face against your neck, leaving salty kisses as he felt your channel pulse around him in completion, triggering his own end. He momentarily thrilled at his cum coating your cunt again, but the thought quickly left him. Not that kind of night, nor that kind of fucking. Your moans were quiet, and he merely breathed a soft sigh into your neck.

It only took a moment for the reality of it all to hit you.

You had just fucked your ex. Who was in the middle of a withdrawal. While you were engaged to another man. Who you had no desire to ever see again.

Fuck.

Yoongi pulled himself out of you, but pressed you close against him. Despite the agony in his head and his stomach from the pain of withdrawing, he felt secure again. He felt, for a minute, like he was finally on the inside of his dream, no longer looking in from the outside.

It was quickly wrenched away as you slithered out from under him, your tears quickening.

“I need to go,” you murmured. “I can’t believe I-we…,” you shook your head as you pulled your clothes on quickly. “I’m engaged.”

Yoongi winced and sat up as he watched you. “Yeah,” he felt his own tears slip down his cheeks. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re always sorry, Yoongi,” you snapped. It felt like a dagger to his heart.

He was. Always so sorry. He rarely felt anything other than sorry.

You felt guilty at the look that crossed his features. Fuck.

“I’ll-… I’ll call Hoseok to come check on you. Okay?”

Yoongi remained solid and didn’t move, only tracked you with his eyes as you shoved yourself into your coat and cried as you put on your shoes.

“Goodbye, Yoongi,” you whispered. He wondered if it was the last time he’d see you.

The door closed; all that was left of his weak heart left with you.

Fuck.

Sorry. Always so sorry.

Yoongi mulled that phrase through his mind since you left.

He was sure at this point sorrow and grief fueled his body alone.

He stopped caring, only subsisted on weed and whatever cans of food he found in his kitchen, or what Jimin would leave out for him. He stopped caring. The minuscule amount of care inside him evaporated.

He felt like he was wandering an empty, dark pathway with no light. No end in sight.

He hid from the world, stopped all the press conferences, the interviews, the shows. He dropped out of a three-month tour of Europe, one that would have brought him significant money and status. He wasn’t sure he could even perform anymore, drugs or not.

The tabloids started running about him then, too. Tales of drug addiction, of his deep and dark secrets he tried to keep away. They spun false tales of illicit sex, arrests, gang connections, violence. His career was on the precipice of crumbling around him.

He shined, he burned bright and fast.

Now, he was ashes on the ground.

He burned through his money, ate nothing but packaged ramen and beer, and cried himself to sleep at night.

His life was fucking pathetic.

Namjoon avoided him, only talking to him about business-related concerns and the press. Jimin remained steadfast and loyal, constantly checking in, but only looked at him with pity and sadness. Hoseok refused to spend time with him, citing his concerns about watching his best friend die in front of him.

Losing everything eventually broke him.

He stayed up all night, every night, so drugged out his mind, and cried. He looked at old pictures of you and him, of his best friends, memories of a time much easier and happier.

He had lost all of it.

For something that was going to fucking kill him.

He let you get away. He lost his friends. All for trying to be rich and famous. And that was quickly slipping through his fingers too.

It was time to stop. It was time to stop fucking around.

It was time to end it all.

With one last jab of the needle, Yoongi slid away.

Far, far away.

Rehab wasn’t as bad as Yoongi had painted it out to be.

There were group meetings, individual therapy, social workers and their treatment goals. There was crying. There was pain, so much it felt overwhelming. There were the withdrawals, likely the worst aspect of it all. The nausea, the fever, the stomach churning. He wanted so badly to end it, just use one more time to stop being sick.

But there he found healing. He found each time he cried, a piece of his heart built back up, sturdier this time. Each dry heave of sickness brought him one step closer to never feeling it again.

He found camaraderie. He found wellness. He found his muse and his passion again.

He met new friends, Taehyung and Jungkook, both fellow opioid addicts. Through them, they formed a bond of sobriety and perseverance. They held each other accountable and held each other close through their subsequent relapses and returns to rehab.

Yoongi started working out, started putting weight back on in places it was meant to be: his cheeks, his arms and thighs, around his ribs. Jungkook was a personal trainer and guided him through personalized workouts and a nutrition plan. Yoongi found peace in each 60 minute cardio or weight-lifting session with his new best friend. He realized he could pour out all his pent-up emotions through his sweat, his hard work.

Taehyung was an artist, a phenomenally gifted and talented man. Yoongi felt inspired by him. Yoongi wrote and wrote. He wrote songs, poems, stories, rap lines. He found that what he couldn’t release physically through his training, he could release through his gift of creative writing.

Yoongi released his album from rehab, with the help of Namjoon. He merely titled it ‘goodbye’. Taehyung’s creative muse helped him finish the lyrics to all his songs. Yoongi felt cathartic, releasing his last record, an ode to Agust D and a goodbye to the live fast, die young lifestyle he no longer wished to partake of.

Yoongi’s therapist, Kim Seokjin, likely made the biggest impact on him. Yoongi learned about love, actual love. Loving yourself, respecting yourself, allowing yourself to feel the entire scope and range of emotions.

It was amid a therapy session with Jin that Yoongi decided he wanted to be a therapist.

Yoongi stepped out of the spotlight, out of the lifestyle of the rich and famous, and Yoongi returned to school in the fall for his Master’s in Social Work, with Jungkook at his side working towards a degree in exercise science and Taehyung working towards a Master’s in Fine Arts.

Yoongi followed the Narcotics Anonymous guidelines to a T. He admitted to himself his faults, his addiction. He attended all meetings, called his sponsor regularly and in emergency situations where the need to use was so overpowering he felt he might give in. He apologized to Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jimin. It was important to him to mend those relationships. He felt it was important to right the wrongs he brought upon them over the last five years.

He apologized to your mother. He visited her weekly, checking in on her and surprising her with her favorite foods and flowers. She bought 6 copies of his newest album, and together they wept over the lyrics, the intricately weaved storyline, and the stunning change the boy made.

She attended his graduation, too. She cried when Yoongi slid the tassel on his cap to the right, to the left. Yoongi felt a rush that drugs never compared to as he shook the hand of the president of his university and held that thick roll of paper.

He had accomplished something. He had done something; he had worked through incredible odds stacked against him and achieved it. No longer was Yoongi content with watching his life slip by in a haze.

Yoongi became a therapist, a social worker. The same people he thought would drag him down and ruin his career and reputation were the same people who lifted him out of his darkest place.

Min Yoongi, social worker.

He liked that better than Agust D, dead rapper, anyway.

Yoongi was leaving work, a group home for adolescent men suffering from addiction, when he ran into you.

His horn-rimmed glasses framed his face and newly bleached blonde hair fell around his forehead.

His heart stuttered at the sight of you. It all came rushing back.

Pain. Sadness. Drugs. Addiction.

You smiled at him, surprised to see him looking so healthy. You had heard all about his progress from your mother, eagerness and pride in her voice. But seeing him was as if walking into another dimension. He looked fit, strong, healthy, intelligent. Frankly, he looked sexy.

“Hi,” you meekly croaked, a blush floating to your cheeks at the thought of finding your ex so dashing.

“Hi,” he replied, a soft smile filling his lips as he practiced his mindfulness to allow the self-sabotaging thoughts to work themselves out, replaced with hopeful and insightful ones. Min Yoongi wasn’t afraid to feel anymore.

He wanted to talk to you. He wanted to ask you out. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to fuck you.

He felt mildly guilty about wanting to fuck another man’s wife, but shook the thought away. He would settle for talking. You may have been his ex fiancé, but you were also his childhood best friend. He craved to just settle back into that role, alone.

“Do-…” he faltered for a moment, then swallowed harshly and summoned courage. “Do you wanna grab a coffee with me? I was just headed to get one.” He pulled his backpack tighter to his back, unable to part with the bag that guided him through school and into a real-life job.

You nodded, finding it hard to speak. “Yes.”

Yoongi couldn’t stop staring at you. You looked so beautiful, so different while still so similar. Your hair was longer, healthier. Your clothes fit well to your body, accentuating your curves and sliding down elegantly and conservatively. Your eyes glistened with something. Maybe it was hope. Maybe it was desire.

“I heard you’re a therapist now,” you murmured as you clutched the hot matcha latte in your hands, sitting across the tiny wood table from the ex-rapper.

Yoongi blushed and nodded. “Yeah, I am.” You didn’t miss the way his voice sounded so confident, so proud. “I work at a group home for young men with substance abuse addictions.” He smiled, poised and content. The pride clear on his face had never been there when he was a musician.

You couldn’t help the hard beat of your heart. “Wow,” you sighed. “That’s incredible, Yoongs. Mom said she’s proud of you,” you gulped. “I’m proud of you, too.”

Yoongi took a moment to nod graciously, feeling a swell within him. You were proud. Of him.

“How’s errr…” he faltered, not remembering the name of your fiancé, or husband now, he supposed. “Your husband?”

You blanched at the words. “Oh, we, umm, didn’t get married. It didn’t work out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

You looked at the blonde boy, a smile reappearing on your features.

“It’s okay. It was for the best,” you surmised. “Everything happens for a reason.”

Yoongi caught the look you sent and smiled. “You’re right.”

You two fell into easy conversation. He told you all about his new best friends from rehab, Jungkook and Taehyung, and how seamlessly they fit into the friendships he already had. He discussed stories of their escapades in graduate school and how Namjoon, his manager, quickly fell in love with Seokjin, his therapist, and how Yoongi had played matchmaker for the couple. He discussed concepts he learned in therapy, in school, and now in his practice as a therapist.

You were enthralled and captivated. You were so unabashedly in love with Yoongi and realized you had never stopped.

“Care if I walk you home?” He asked, standing suddenly as he finished his chai, holding out his hand.

Your heart leaped, and you nodded, chugging down the rest of your drink and slipping your hand into his. He felt warm, strong. So much different from the pale, thin, clammy man you slept with years ago as he suffered through withdrawal.

This wasn’t the Yoongi of your childhood, who wanted to be famous. This wasn’t the Yoongi who broke your heart, who wanted to hide away in his substances. This was a culmination of all the Yoongi’s he had been and became. A strong, broken, healed, confident, loving man.

“I would love that.”

This was the Yoongi you were meant to be with. The man who you loved more than life itself.

Yoongi had courted you again since that initial coffee date. He sent flowers to your workplace, asked you out to lunch, kept things simple, proper and conservative. Yoongi was in this now, for the long haul, and wanted to prove his devotion to you.

While in rehab, they had forced Yoongi to face the fact that everything he did in relation to you was self-sabotaging, self-deprecating; a self-defeating prophecy. Facing that was his greatest struggle through his entire treatment process. He fought against it, even relapsed a few times because of it, and refused to accept that as a possibility.

Yoongi, with the help of Seokjin and his new friends, found that a world that didn’t revolve around you was finally a world he could live in, possibly thrive in. While you could exist in his world, making you his sole singular reason for breathing was dangerous. In that mindset, being without you meant dying.

Yoongi had finally lived for himself. Not for the money, the fame., the status, the reputation, or even you. Yoongi loved himself, as he was. Broken and healing. Addicted and sober. Yoongi lived for Min Yoongi, alone.

When he started seeing you again, he reached out to Seokjin. He was terrified that diving back in to you would be his undoing. Seokjin, in all his wisdom, spoke words of comfort.

“She is not your entire world, Yoongi. You are your entire world,” he spoke gently through the phone. “She can be part of your world, an enormous part of your world, but she cannot be the entirety. Life does not stop without her. Life is better with her, but does not end without her.”

Yoongi had been so obsessed with the idea of never having you, that he lost you. He stopped loving himself, stopped caring about anything but you and the pain he caused you.

“You hurt her, yes. But, it appears she is ready to forgive you now. Are you ready to forgive yourself and allow yourself to be vulnerable?” He asked the blonde boy.

Yoongi rolled the idea through his mind. “Yeah, I think I am.”

“You are allowed to love and be loved by who you want, Yoongi, but do not make your entire existence rely on that. Loving yourself will extend into all other relationships. And do not allow yourself to be consumed with the mistakes you made a long time ago. Focus on what you can do today. Living in the past causes us the most pain. Do not run from the pain, allow it to sit within you and give yourself permission to hurt, and then move through it.”

Yoongi allowed it all. Every emotion, every feeling. He cried. Jesus, he cried so much. He remembered that he used to think if he started crying he would never stop.

It was true, mostly.

But what Yoongi didn’t know was that within all the crying, all the pain, was a high unmatched by any substance that could be snorted or injected or smoked.

Yoongi no longer hid himself from feeling the darkness, but he allowed himself to remain in it until the light came back. And it came back ten thousand times stronger.

Yoongi felt encouraged to continue seeing you and progressed in his career and treatment. He took you on dinner dates, movie dates, picnics and theme parks. The only reservation was the lack of physical intimacy. He would hold your hand, kiss you, rub your back, but he always left your apartment without lingering. He wanted you to get to know him again, all of him, before he took that step. He wanted to do this right.

It was at the most recent date where things changed. It was a relaxing picnic in the park, the two of you laid in the soft sun-warmed grass, your head resting on his chest.

Yoongi felt content at the feeling of holding you against him. He thought of the dream he had when he was overdosing, nearly dying. Being so warm in the valley and meadows of his imagination, brain synapses firing off as his body shut down. You had been there, pretty white dress, telling him to go back, to wake up.

He admitted this to you, spoke out what he had told no one before. While he knows Jimin, with the help of Narcan, saved you, his subconscious attributed his revival to you.

“I’m in love with you, Yoongi,” you admitted, gently and easily with tears clouding your eyes, as you both watched the clouds roll by.

Neither of you had uttered those words since you held him in your arms and within you as he came down from his high so long ago.

Yoongi let the words soak over him. If he thought drugs had been like a warm blanket wrapping him up, this was like an absolute inferno of satisfaction and comfort.

The arm he wrapped around your shoulder pulled you close.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

Yoongi pressed you up against his wall, lips crashing into yours as his hands desperately sought the skin of your waist.

After the picnic, Yoongi suggested taking you back to his place for a movie. The charged energy in his car on the way there spoke volumes, knowing you wouldn’t be watching a movie by a long shot. A giddy grin lit up your features.

“God, I missed this,” he mumbled against your lips as his hands lifted your white sundress you bought specifically for the date with your ex-fiancé, now-boyfriend.

You moaned an affirmative reply, gasping as his hands rolled over your breasts, encased in creamy satin.

“I missed you,” he mumbled over your lips, hands tugging down the cups of your bra to rub against hardened nipples. “You’re so pretty, so warm.”

You couldn’t hold back any sound, gasping and keening at his touch. You were soaked, absolutely dripping, from his ministrations against your neck and breasts. You missed him too. Your short-lived engagement had ended without a wedding, for the second time in your life, and you pined after the boy who stole and broke your heart completely.

Yoongi pulled away from you, using the separation to tug the dress up and over your head and to gaze at you. Your breasts were haphazardly pulled out of the bra, your panties becoming slick against your core. Yoongi was sure he had never felt a pleasure this strong in any high.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured. Your cheeks heated, you couldn’t help it. Hearing him speak so gently, so lovingly, after so long and after so much pain flooded your senses pleasantly. His words wrapped around you like cashmere, warming and smoothing every inch of you.

“I need you, Yoongi,” you whispered, hand reaching towards his erection tenting his jeans. “Want to please you.”

Yoongi hissed at the feeling of your hand against his length. He nearly came right then. He hadn’t slept with anyone since your last time, the most heartbreaking sex he had ever had.

The feeling of you both crying as he entered you kept him turned off of it for over a year. And now you were back, pliant in his arms, and most of all, happy. He never wanted to see your anguished grief during sex again, or ever, if he could help it.

Your eyes looked so determined to please him, how could Yoongi say no? He nodded and leaned forward to kiss you, before switching positions and resting his back against the wall.

You thrilled at the switch and quickly dropped to your knees. Being on your knees in front of Yoongi was so familiar, so comforting and so incredibly hot. He looked so good. You could tell he had been working out. Muscles shone through his skin, and detailed lines appeared at his obliques and hip flexors. He was mouth watering. You missed him.

You loved him.

You made quick work of his jeans, unbuttoning the black denim and pushing down the zip and sliding the tight pants down and off his legs. He stood in his tight underwear and shirt, eyes so full of love and grace, staring down at you. He couldn’t believe it was happening again, and on such better terms.

Yoongi knew he had so much to make up to you, so much trust to build and apologies to promise you daily. Yoongi was grateful you were giving him that chance again.

Within moments, Yoongi’s boxers laid on the floor next to his jeans and his thick, heavy cock laid hot in your delicate hand.

Yoongi nearly cried at the sensation. Not only had it been long since any stimulation, it had been so long since he had been with you. The fact it was you again after all this time held the most significance to him.

Your eyes flicked between Yoongi’s thick and delicious cock, and his own face. No longer was the selfish, uncaring man present from so long ago. No longer was the drugged out, sorrowful, too thin addict in front of you.

As you pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock and swirled your tongue around the tip, you felt amazed that you now had the confident, lovely, compassionate Yoongi you were in love with.

Yoongi groaned out loud, uncaring if Jungkook or Taehyung heard from their respective rooms in his shared apartment.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he whined, sucking air in through his teeth harshly. “So good.”

A smile danced upon your features as you stroked each vein and ridge of his cock with your tongue, flicking at the space he liked most. The resulting gasp encouraged you more. With a quick, deep breath, you lowered your mouth and fully encompassed his length in the hollow of your throat.

Yoongi nearly screamed, pleasure coursing through his veins as you allowed him to fuck your throat, a mix of gentle and rough. Your moans spurred him on and the visage of you with your lips wrapped around his cock and saliva streaming down the sides of your mouth nearly forced his undoing.

“Shit, C-Christ, baby,” he gasped. “I’m gonna cum if you keep that up… fuck.” He grabbed at your hair to gently pull your mouth away from him.

You pouted for a split second, already missing the luscious heat and weight of his hard cock gagging you. The pout was quickly wiped away as he wrapped his arms around your waist and carried you to the bed, unable to stop the giggles escaping.

“My turn then,” he grinned as he pushed you down to lie on the pillows. He quickly disrobed you of your bra, tits now fully on display. He sucked one into his mouth, tongue swirling over the bud, while his other hand pinched and tugged at the opposite. He remembered how much you enjoyed the pain of nipple stimulation. The thought made you wetter.

“Yoongi, holy shit,” you cried, dazzled at the pain in your nipples as he bit down gently at the one in his mouth. “Yes!”

Yoongi couldn’t help the smirk on his face as he switched hands and nipples, sucking the other harshly now and twisting at the wet and red nub he released.

“So good, princess,” he cooed. “So good for me.”

His mouth moved south, kisses burning up your skin as he trailed. He suckled at skin here and there, leaving delicious marks on your abdomen and thighs. You loved being marked by him, even more so now.

Yoongi groaned as he pulled your satin panties down your legs. Your cunt was slick and sticking to the fabric. His mouth watered at the sight.

“My sweet, you’re so wet for me. All from sucking my cock?” He murmured, teasing you by kissing at your thighs. “My dirty little princess.”

You mewled in response, aching to feel him where you needed it most. Words escaped you, unable to speak except in moans and sighs.

Yoongi looked up at you, watched your cheeks turn pink, your nipples hard and moistened from his mouth, marks of him all down your body. His cock throbbed, and he rubbed himself against the bed once to relieve some tension. He could hold himself back for now, but he knew as time passed he would be absolutely aching to plunge into your depths.

“I missed this cunt,” he pressed a kiss to the mound. “I’m sure you taste just as perfect as you always have. I’m drooling for you, baby.”

“P-please, Yoongi, I need you,” you begged, squeezing your eyes closed in desperation. “So wet.”

“I love hearing you say please, little princess. So sweet.” He kissed the outside of your lips, between your thighs. He loved teasing you, getting you absolutely fucked out before he even touched you.

“Please, oh god Yoongi! I need you so badly!” You were desperate now, nearly tearing up at the ache in your pussy.

“I can’t resist you when you put it like that,” he teased, before finally descending on your cunt. His mouth swirled around, sucking on your clit. You gasped your satisfaction at his touch, finally satisfying that burning desire.

Yoongi took his time, ensured pleasure at each twist and flick of his tongue. He fucked into your cunt with his tongue, groaning at the sweet taste of your channel. His mouth suckled at your clit, transitioning between harsh sucks, and tongue flicks. As he flicked up against your bundle of nerves, he slid two fingers into your pussy, hissing at the tightness.

“So tight, my sweet,” he whispered. “Can’t wait to feel you on my cock.”

You groaned in reply, nodding quickly. Your fingers tugged at your nipples, relishing in the painful stimulation there and hot mouth coaxing an orgasm out of you.

“Close, Yoongi!” You gasped, unable to complete a sentence. “Right there! So close!”

His fingers thrusted faster, slipping a third to stretch you out. His tongue fired rapidly against your clit, suckling and swirling as he went.

“Yes, baby, cum for me. Cum on my fingers, my love.” He encouraged, panting with excitement, to watch your undoing.

It only took Yoongi’s salacious words and skilled mouth and fingers toying a few more moments for the orgasm to completely take over. It rolled over you like an avalanche. You screamed in delight, gasping as you felt your channel grip his fingers and milk them as if it were his cock.

Yoongi believed he was watching heaven, itself. You looked divine, radiant. The feeling of your convulsions around his fingers made him whine, cock head oozing pre-cum and begging to be stuffed inside your heat.

“Fuck, my love. You came so good, you did so well for me,” he praised. “I love this cunt. I love watching you scream for me.”

Your breath was heavy, chest heaving with exertion. Every nerve, every synapse felt alive, alight with ecstasy.

“I’m going to fuck you, my sweet. I will fuck you and love you, all fucking night.” He sucked at the wetness on his fingers as he pulled out of you, before he kissed back up your body to your lips. The kiss was hot and messy, all teeth and no grace or finesse.

“Please, Yoongi, I need to feel your cock,” you gasped.

Yoongi could not delay any longer. His cock felt as if it might implode if it wasn’t buried into you. He pulled your legs up to his shoulders and gazed at your open slit.

“Mine,” he whispered as he lined himself up and allowed your pussy to swallow his length.

There were no words, no accurate description or way to describe how being inside you again felt. He couldn’t put into words the feeling of your slick heat hugging his cock close, your body heaving with ecstasy, your mouth crying his name in joy and pleasure. Yoongi would go through hell a million times over again to feel this again, to feel the physical and emotional love and pleasure he felt here.

You were his, again. He could work to make it right.

Yoongi started a slow pace, transfixed at the vision of you taking his cock so well. Your gasps and whines encouraged him.

“You were made for me,” he whispered as he quickened. “This tight little pussy was made for me, to love and to fuck and to ruin.” His words left his mouth without thought, acting on instinct alone. “You’re all mine. Only mine.”

You clutched at his arms, lifting your hips to meet his harsh thrusts. “Yes, baby, yours!” Your voice was five octaves higher. “All yours!”

Yoongi turned feral, his dominating internal narrative spewing from his lips. His cock thrusted into you quick and fast.

“That’s right, my love. All fucking mine. Gonna fuck you so good every fucking day,” he promised through gritted teeth. His thumb ran down to the apex of your thighs and rubbed at your clit. “Gonna fuck all my cum into you, baby. You’re mine.”

He continued his ministrations and your pussy felt like the definition of pleasure, itself. Sparks felt as if they erupted from your coupling. You cried his name, gasping at his possessive promises.

“Gonna marry you, baby,” he intoned. “Gonna make you my wife.” He felt his end coming close, your shattered cries and impossibly tight cunt bringing him soaring to the edge.

“Gonna fill you with my cum, gonna make you nice and fucking pregnant with our children,” the idea thrilled both of you. “My fucking perfect wife all swollen with our children.”

You agreed loudly. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck, I want your baby!”

“That’s right, my little love. Your greedy cunt takes me so well. I know you want all my cum, wanna be nice and full for me.”

The end was nigh, you could feel the burning in your stomach blaze higher and higher. You begged him for more, harder, deeper, which he was more than happy to oblige.

“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna cum, gonna coat your tight little pussy.”

It only took a few more rough poundings before Yoongi crushed your lips together. Your orgasm washed over you with the power of the sun. Your eyes nearly rolled back into their sockets, gasping for air against his lips as your body convulsed. You moaned loudly as your walls pulsed around him, as if begging him to give you more and more.

Yoongi closed his eyes and soaked in the feeling, biting your bottom lip as he spilled into you, moaning your name with each pulse. The feeling of emptying himself into you rivaled the highest emotion he had ever felt. It felt like the ultimate expression of his love, his devotion.

He held you close as you both breathed heavily, allowing the afterglow of intense orgasm to bathe you in serenity. He carefully slid his cock from within you, groaning at the sight of a slow drip of seed following out your lips.

“I love you,” he murmured, leaning to kiss your lips tenderly this time. “I meant what I said. I want you to be mine again, forever.”

Tears sparked at your eyes, feeling more full, more loved, more warm than you had ever felt before.

“I love you, Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi held you in his arms as he showered you, kissed your body in the warm water, dried you gently with soft towels, and pulled you close in his bed. You melted against his body perfectly, two puzzle pieces who had been trying to force themselves into the wrong spot, finally coming together.

‘We cordially invite you to the wedding of…’

Min Yoongi felt anxious.

His stomach flipped. His palms were sweaty. His breathing was faster.

A warm hand landed on his back as the ex-rapper stared at himself in the mirror.

“You did it,” a gentle voice spoke. Yoongi looked at the male through the mirror.

“Jimin,” he breathed, feeling a bit of his anxiousness float away with his friend’s words.

Jimin smiled, pink lips puffy and sweet as always.

Yoongi felt his heart clench slightly. Jimin was the one who saved his life, who stuck a needle in his thigh and revived him when Yoongi was on the verge of death. He choked up at the idea that being here wouldn’t have been possible without the pink-haired boy.

He gazed at his trusted friend, no longer an assistant but a constant companion in the tight group of 7. He wanted to tell Jimin so much, thank him for saving his life, for pressuring him to check into rehab, for feeding him when he was too drugged out to care.

Yoongi didn’t need to say anything. Jimin understood at the tears pricking Yoongi’s eyes. Jimin’s cheeks turned pink, and he nodded slowly.

“You deserve this and more, Min Yoongi,” his voice was full of such care and sincerity. “I may have revived you, but you saved your own life. I just gave you the spark to continue it.”

Yoongi had started his adult life as an addict, as an award-winning musical artist with platinum albums and money, status, reputation. Grief had consumed Yoongi, along with regret, sorrow, loneliness.

Yoongi fought back, pushed against the odds.

Yoongi was beginning a fresh life—as a recovering addict, a therapist, a best friend, a husband.

He smiled at himself in the mirror as his groomsmen surrounded him and joined in the moment of happiness. It was peaceful. It was joyful. Yoongi smiled at each of the 6 men who affected him.

Hoseok, from childhood who allowed him to face the ugly fact that he was killing himself. Namjoon, his nurturing manager, who protected him at all costs and stood by his side through each dirt-dredging tabloid. Taehyung, his creative muse, his inspiration. Jungkook, his reason for health and wellness, his comedic relief. Seokjin, the therapist that changed his life and course of his future. Jimin, the man who saved his life, who accepted and expected nothing in return except Yoongi’s sobriety and happiness.

Together, the men walked out of the dressing room and orderly into the reception hall.

Yoongi took his place at the altar, the very one he left you at, and inhaled a breath.

The piano played gently, a soft and light version of the traditional song. It sounded ethereal. Yoongi felt as if he was flying.

The large, oak double doors swung open and the parade of flower girls and bridesmaids walked down the aisle to stand opposite the groomsmen.

Yoongi stopped breathing as the music played louder, more intently, more beautiful.

You appeared.

You looked like an angel.

Your mother flanked you to give you away. You both looked more beautiful than he could have ever recalled.

Yoongi couldn’t stifle the tears that poured out of his eyes. He couldn’t pull his gaze from anywhere but you.

There you were. Walking towards him, as if a dream. The loveliest of dreams. Wrapped in silk and chiffon and lace, delicate pearls around your neck.

Yoongi would endure it all again, feel every ounce, to have this moment.

It was complete as you stood next to him, hands clasped in each other, tears sliding down each other’s face.

At the word of the pastor, Yoongi leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, sealing you as husband and wife, finally.

Yoongi was on the inside of your orbit now, basking in the warmth he had desired before on the outside. Yoongi simmered in the sweet, gentle glow of you and your encompassing love.

Now, Yoongi knew what it felt like to be the one on the inside of your world, instead of looking in from the darkness. Yoongi knew it now, and knew, with all his heart, that he deserved to remember it for the rest of his long, healthy life.

Yoongi was living.

Yoongi was finally, truly,

alive.

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Where Three Stars Meet

Sope x Reader ; PolyBTS

“We’re meant to be it’s written in the stars...”

Rating: M

Word Count: 6,046

Release Date: July 22nd, 2020 @ 9 p.m. (GMT-4)

Warning: The following contains material not suitable for all audiences. Includes murder, recreational drug use, homophobic slurs, smut, and toxic relationships. This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent the character of bangtan sonyeondan. Enjoy ~~~

YN awoke to the sight of Min Yoongi staring down at her sleeping figure, that in itself would’ve been concerning if it weren’t for the fact that Yoongi’s clothes were covered in blood. “What happened?” YN threw the covers off her body and rushed to Yoongi, who simply stared at her with dead eyes before shrugging. “Shush, calm down.” The smile he gave her barely graced his cheeks. “Some homophobic pigs tried to attack Hobi and me. We defended ourselves, but things got kind of messy.” Even in the dark of night, YN could see there was far too much blood on Yoongi for it to have been from a normal fight. Perhaps Yoongi could see the furrow between her brows and the doubt that hung heavy on her tongue. For the second she parted her lips, he interrupted.

“I’m tired, YN. I just want to rest.” With no further warning, he began to strip off his soiled clothing. Letting it drop to the floor.

YN immediately jumps out of bed, gathering the clothing into her arms and heading into her bathroom. Thankfully her mother ran a late shift tonight, for the sound of the washing machine starting up would have roused her from sleep. Though YN’s mother was more understanding than most - even she wouldn’t tolerate a man in her daughter’s bed this late at night. In the silence surrounding her, YN wonders why Yoongi came to her of all people. Sure, they were friends but things had been different lately. There were plenty of other people who could provide better comfort to Yoongi in a time of need. He has Hoseok after all.

Warm strong arms wrapped around YN’s torso causing her to let out a shriek. A large palm covered her mouth muffling her screams. “It’s just me.” Hoseok’s dulcet voice whispered into her ear. YN huffed, as if that makes things any better, then pushed against the arms encaging her. Though the space in her bathroom was limited, YN sought to put as much room between her and the dark figure. Once her eyes adjusted to him, YN saw that Hoseok’s clothes were in a much worse state.

“What happened?” She rushed forward, hands gripping the bloody material of the shirt and jacket. YN couldn’t see any wounds on Hoseok’s body given the low lighting but considering he wasn’t flinching she took that as a positive sign. “Calm down, star.” YN glared at his use of the nickname. “We got jumped ‘took care of it.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. As if the amount of blood on their clothes didn’t lean more towards a massacre than a petty fight. YN sighs, frustrated by the lack of answers she was receiving. “What are you even doing out so late?”

“It’s two am, YN. It’s not that late.” YN tugs at the end of Hoseok’s shirt and he proceeds to strip, handing everything to her. Just from holding it, she could tell the blood had dried. Great. That meant the stains were going to be harder to take off. YN reached into her bathroom cabinet and took out some peroxide spraying it messily on the clothes before dumping them into the washer too. Now that YN was facing away from the man, she asked what was really on her mind.

“Are you hurt?”

The only response she received was scoff and the small 'click' of the door closing behind him.

Hoseok and Yoongi had never been in YN's room before this moment, but they had already made themselves comfortable in her bed. The two of them snuggled up in their boxers while YN realized that though she might have been comfortable sleeping in a shirt and underwear with her best friend before - things had changed. "What are you doing?" Yoongi asks, right when she was about to turn the door handle to go downstairs. Surely it was obvious enough. "I'm going to crash downstairs." YN shrugged, though she felt uncomfortable with the stare both of them were giving her. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Yoongi looked almost upset that YN had tried to leave.

“Come here.” He held his hand out, inviting her to join them. When YN hesitated for a second the glare directed her way, had her practically running to the bed. Hoseok adjusted the sheets so that she could crawl in while Yoongi, always the tiny spoon, decided to switch roles today. Forcing YN to be sandwiched between him and Hoseok. Yoongi’s hand rested on YN’s hip bone while he finally made himself comfortable. YN could feel the softness of his skin brushing against hers. Not to mention the body heat that radiated off of Hoseok. Speaking of the man, when YN’s eyes finally met his dark ones, he winked. Suddenly leaning over her to peck Yoongi on the lips. Not wanting to see the smug look on his face, YN closed her eyes once more.

She was going to have to skip work, it was inevitable. YN couldn’t function without a full night’s sleep and here she was being awakened again. Hoseok and Yoongi stood at the foot of her bed now dressed in their clean clothes. It made YN wonder just how much time had passed, it couldn’t possibly be more than an hour. Maybe two? Hoseok looked at his leather watch before muttering a “We have to go” to Yoongi under his breath. The latter of which seemed to finally notice YN had woken up. “Come with us.” Though that suggestion was more of an order, considering Yoongi was pulling on her arm and dragging her out of bed. Figuring there was no way out of it, YN looked for a pair of jeans.

“Pack a bag,” Hoseok mutters without sparing a glance her way. YN wasn’t wearing a bra and wasn’t going to bother changing into one. Already aware of the eyes on her as she bent over to pull up her pants. Quickly she shoves her uniform shirt, toothbrush, clean underwear, and a phone charger in an old messenger bag. Yoongi thankfully offered to carry it and the three of them headed out.

The cruiser wasn’t as fast as Hoseok’s gsxr750, but it had the space needed to carry three people. Though it caught eyes, it wasn’t so flashy that law enforcement would notice it, something Hoseok thought of when purchasing it. The light blue c90t had been hidden on the side of YN’s garage where it blended into the bushes. YN remained quiet while the two of them fastened their helmets and silently prayed to not die as she settled between the two of them. The ride wasn’t a long one, though Hoseok lived on the other side of town, they were blessed with many green lights.

With the exception of the one positioned right in front of Chang’s Choppers. It was right in the center of downtown and it was a bit odd that it be so vacant. The lack of sunlight or anything similar supported YN’s theory that it was still fairly early in the morning. Chan’s regulars didn’t leave until the sun forced them too unless they were willing to face a walk of shame. Or be busted by the cops. They usually waited out by the alleyway, the one right next door which was a dead-end because of the ten-foot-tall locked gate installed in the back. YN stared at this alleyway while waiting for the light to turn, noticing a figure lying on the ground. Unmoving. YN assumed it was likely some drunkard, but the longer she stared at it the more unnerved she became. When her vision was starting to become adjusted, noticing details in the man’s clothing, the bike sped away.

“Are you guys hungry?” Hoseok asks, voice devoid of any emotion. YN shrugs not particularly caring, while Yoongi speaks up. “I could go for some.”

Nearing a twenty-four hours convenience store, YN expects Hoseok to pull up to the front of the store but doesn’t say anything when he pulls up to the side instead. Yoongi doesn’t comment on it either and YN notices that some feet away by the side door a tall man smoking a cigarette is watching them. Hoseok takes off his helmet, turning around and placing it on YN’s head without saying a word. Then he marches up to the strange man and begins to chat. Far too casual for it to be serious.

“Hey look at me.” Yoongi’s fingers slightly turn YN towards him. A signature gummy smile adorning his features which makes all of YN’s worries melt away. His sudden embrace catches her off guard as Min Yoongi is not one for public displays of affection. Then again he has been acting out of sorts recently. “I’ve missed you.” Yoongi tightened his hold on her. YN was so close that she could smell his and Hoseok’s cologne on his skin. “Why have you been ignoring me?” She could hear the pout in his voice and though she wanted so badly to be honest with Yoongi, the lie rolled off her tongue before she could even think about it.

“I haven’t been ignoring you, Yoongi.”

Of course, she had, it was the only option she saw. Yoongi had embarrassed her in front of everyone and damaged her pride. Though it was likely nothing more than a sick joke to the men, they couldn't be that ignorant of her feelings. Even YN's mother was aware of them and she could barely remember her own daughter's birthday. Looking into the man's sharp cat eyes YN could see the emotion hiding behind them and decided that no: Yoongi knew. He wouldn't be here if he didn't.

“You know why, Yoons.” Instead of giving her the response she so desperately wanted Yoongi only chuckled in response. By then Hoseok had come back, hands stuffed into his pocket. YN cleared her throat trying to push down the emotion threatening to spill. “Where’s the food?” Hoseok looked at her humorously, as if there were some kind of inside joke she missed. “At home. Where else?”

The building the pair called home was your standard apartment complex, the only difference was the side of town it resided on and the hidden fourth floor that Yoongi and Hoseok called home. It wasn't explicitly hidden, but the structure would make anyone believe it was merely a maintenance floor on the roof. It housed fewer units and currently, only two of them were occupied. One by an elderly woman in the corner and Hoseok's right in the middle. When YN had first visited, when Yoongi had moved in, she found it a bit eerie that he'd chosen one right in between two abandoned ones, but later found out the choice had been purposeful.

The apartment wasn't that nice, a standard studio, that Yoongi helped maintain clean. There were a couple of things here and there, but nothing that displayed exuberant wealth. Not the kind that YN knew Hoseok possessed. The second the door opened YN headed for the couch, limbs weary and mentally exhausted. Only to be stopped by Yoongi once more. "Relax YN." His fingers interlaced with hers as he dragged her over to the large king bed in the corner of the room. "You're far too tense." YN sighed, something had triggered Yoongi's neediness and unfortunately it was centered on her tonight.

Hoseok remained silent rummaging through the cabinets trying to find food. YN wondered what he thought of his boyfriend’s sudden change in attitude. Does it have something to do with the fight? Yoongi wasn't one to be scared by a little blood - or a lot in this case - YN had been around long enough to know that though Yoongi never instigated the conflict, he didn't flee from it either. "Finally." Hoseok pulled out snacks, drinks, and a bong. Should’ve known. That was likely what he had purchased from the sketchy guy. Hoseok stripped down to his boxers, throwing the clothes into the dirty clothes bin, and pulling out a pair of sweats laying on a chair.

“Do you smoke YN?” They know she doesn’t. The three of them have been together at enough parties to know that though she doesn’t mind being around people when they do it. YN would never actively participate. Yoongi takes off his shirt too, likely not wanting the smell to get on it, proceeds to lay on the bed. His long nimble fingers played with hers, toying them to a specific rhythm resembling a piano. When was the last time he played?

"C'mon Star, you're safe with us. Just try it once." How could YN say that she doesn't feel safe? That ever since the two of them showed up in her bedroom, bloody, and evading her questions at every turn, she had felt everything but safe. Yoongi and Hoseok were always strange, but today felt off. Still, whenever Yoongi's lips turned into an adorable pout and Hoseok's charcoal eyes darkened some more she was putty in their hands.

YN had already become accustomed to the smell - years of exposure does that to you. Plus Hoseok and Yoongi seemed to be in their little world, the latter laying across Hoseok drawing little stars into his abs. If Yoongi was lean then Hoseok was fit, but not in a way that made his body too hard. YN had never really seen him work out but knew he often did with Namjoon. Imagining Hoseok joining Namjoon in a pilates class caused her to crack a smile. Hoseok caught onto her and smiled back as if he knew what she was thinking.

"Here," he said, holding out the pipe for her to grab. YN takes a deep breath and takes a hit, barely managing to take it all in - at least she doesn't cough. Though YN was sure she didn't even get a proper hit, it seemed enough for the men who observed her with smiles on their faces. YN passes back the bong, thinking she's in the clear. She is until Hoseok takes a hit and blows all the smoke into YN's face. YN coughs, waving the cloud away, while Yoongi is rolling on the ground in laughter.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” YN stands up waiting until she’s turned around to roll her eyes. Before she can even take two steps, Hoseok’s hand latches onto her wrist. “Don’t take too long.” YN nods and heads for the bathroom, not hesitating to lock the door once inside.

“What the fuck was that YN?!” Wendy whisper-yelled, YN could barely pick it up over the blaring loud music outside the bathroom door. Unconsciously YN shrugged, her mind still reeling as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Yoongi kissed me. “Holy shit.” YN gasped, her hands gripping the countertop so tightly the tips of her fingers were turning white. While she was on the brink of going into shock Wendy was at the complete opposite of the spectrum: she was raging.

“All those bangtan boys are assholes!” YN couldn’t help but agree with her on that. “I mean why would he kiss you in front of his boyfriend?! Not to mention your date.”

YN froze, her head slowly lifting to look at herself in the mirror, her cheeks were red and eyes wide. If she focused hard enough she could feel the racing of her heartbeat in her ears. “What?” She turned to look at Wendy. Her friend seemed to have misunderstood exactly what YN was questioning. “Youngjae was right there watching the whole thing. He followed you after Yoongi dragged you to the smoke room.” Truthfully YN couldn’t give a damn about a Youngjae. How could she have forgotten that Hoseok was right there? In front of them!

“Oh my god,” YN moaned, her hands running through her hair. This night had been the worst and now YN would have to deal with the fallout that was sure to come from the kiss.

“They always do this YN. Every time you get a date or a new friend the two of them pull some stunt. It isn’t healthy!”

YN turned towards Wendy who in her right arm held both their bags. Thank god. "Look, Wendy, I'm far too drunk for this conversation. I think I'll just head home." Wendy looked like she was about to say something, but was interrupted by the banging on the door.

YN opens the door to Hoseok leaning on the banister. "Everything alright?" YN nods, thankful that the red from her cheeks has finally gone down. "Good because I have to pee." Hoseok shoves her away and begins to pull down his pants, causing YN to bolt out the door. Back in the main room, Yoongi is scrolling through his phone, "Change into that." He states without even looking at her. The shirt is rather large on her frame: the entirety of her neck and some areas of her shoulder being exposed. It does reach mid-thigh though which is preferable to what she's wearing now. Quickly she changes into the shirt and out of her jeans, by the time she's done Hoseok is out of the bathroom.

"Get in." He motions toward the bed, knowing there's no point in arguing YN does so. This time facing Yoongi and cradling into his chest. Hoseok gets in soon after turning off the lights, his hand comes to rest right above YN's thigh. She looks up at Yoongi, but the man has already closed his eyes and she opts to do the same. Hoping to rest this time.

"My head is killing me. Shit." YN had to smile awkwardly at a couple of customers who turned to look at them in indignation. "Sooyoung, quiet please." The brunette turned to YN and sent her a reproachful look. YN ignored it knowing it didn't mean anything. Sooyoung leaned against the counter, her upper half resting over the register.

“I’m going to quit.”

YN chuckles, “Don’t you always say that.”

“I know,” Sooyoung huffs glancing around the store seemingly bored by her surroundings. It isn’t until she glances outside that a question pops into her head. “Doesn’t your mom usually drop you off?”

“So?”

“I didn’t know your mom had a bike.” The look Sooyoung sent her could best be described as mischievous. YN ignored her in favor of switching the topic. She glanced around and saw someone that went to her college, raking over the vintage magazine so violently he was sure to break them. “Have you heard from Wendy?” Sooyoung groaned, the two of them weren’t exactly on the best terms. “Last I saw from her was at yesterday’s party. Clinging onto your scraps.” That caught YN’s attention, “What do you mean?” Wendy had been ignoring her, but that wasn’t exactly out of character for her.

“She was all over Youngjae like a bitch in heat. It was uber pathetic especially when everyone knew she was doing it to piss you off.” Sooyoung laughed, “Should’ve seen the look on her face when you didn’t show up.”

YN frowned, Yoongi's distrust of Wendy popping into her head. "I didn't even know there was a party." Still, she found it weird that Sooyoung, Wendy, and Youngjae would be at a party without YN knowing about it. Unless… “Were Yoongi and Hoseok there?" The look Sooyoung sent her was enough of an answer, "Duh. Do they ever miss a party? Especially not when Seokjin throws it." Of course, they would purposefully exclude her. Whenever something occurred between them and YN, she would be treated as an outcast. A sick punishment they had devised as if her social anxiety wasn’t shit already.

Sooyoung glanced up towards the clock, "Oh your shift it up." YN raised her eyebrow, "I thought I had a six-hour shift today." Sooyoung nods, "You did, but I needed the hours so I told Park I'd cover for you." YN shook her head disapprovingly. "Oh come on, it isn't like you need it. Please, I'm behind on rent." YN relents and heads towards the office to clock out. At least this means I get to go home and sleep. Though there was that to look forward to, YN didn't enjoy the thirty-minute walk home she would have to endure. She waved goodbye to Sooyoung and hoisted her bag around her body, thanking god for the clear weather.

The walk home gave YN the much-needed solace she needed, time to dwell on everything that had happened. Something had shifted in her relationship with the men. Though their relationship was never conventional it wasn't anything that could justify what had happened last night. Though YN had a crush on Yoongi since she had met him freshman year, and though he had always been a bit possessive of her, it wasn't until he began dating Hoseok that things took a turn. Hoseok had always been a part of the group, but he never really made an effort to get to know her like the rest of them had. When the two of them began dating it was like Hoseok skipped all the steps and getting to know each other and went right into calling YN a friend - though he'd never say it out loud.

The three of them were always together and she was smart enough to know what most people in town thought about their strange relationship. YN knew what she thought about it. Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok’s insight, though, was something she severely lacked. It's all because of that stupid kiss. YN adjusted her ponytail behind her, pulling at it to tighten the band.

As she was nearing home, the loud siren and flashing lights drew her attention. The patrol car dashed through the street and kept going straight, presumably headed downtown. Most of the trouble that occurred came from that area of town, which YN found ironic considering Kim Seokjin lived nowhere near.

The house was yet again empty and YN knew her mom had yet to arrive from her shift. Poor woman. The least YN could do was cook her a meal. She set her dirty clothes in the bin and headed straight for the kitchen, making the rice and seasoning the beef so that all her mother would have to do is fry it. She had been alone, all of thirty minutes when the banging on the door commenced. It was so loud it made YN jump in surprise. Quickly she walked over to the window trying to see who was at her front door, only to see an angry Hoseok and Yoongi. A sigh she didn't even know she was holding in left her as she braced herself.

“Didn’t you say your shift ended at six?”

Well hello to you to Hoseok. “It did, but they changed it without telling me.” She held the door open so the men could walk in. It felt strange having them back in her home - not drenched in blood that is.

Yoongi was quiet, but from how the veins bulged in his arms she could see how tense he was. She tentatively touched his arm and felt the muscles relax beneath the skin. “I booked a room for the weekend, Star. You should join us.” YN turned to face Hoseok, the expression on his face was unreadable. Even though this was her home YN felt the men wielded all the power. “When was the last time it was just us?” Yoongi’s arms wrapped around her torso embracing her from behind. His chin resting on her shoulder. “I’m not sure.”

"Do you have anything better to do?" Yoongi asked as if the only thing that would possibly make her hesitate was a previous engagement.

“No.”

"Then that settles it," Hoseok states walking further into the house and sitting on the couch, making himself comfortable.

YN turns her head slightly to look at Yoongi, her voice was hushed. "When are we leaving."

When Yoongi turns to look at her they are mere millimeters away. "Right now," YN asks for at least an hour to get ready which Hoseok grants as she races to finish the food and get prepared. In forty-five minutes YN showers, shaves, and packs her clothes. She decides to bring along a bikini since the weather has been warm as of late. When she exits her bedroom Hoseok is standing there with her phone in hand. "It kept ringing. Think it was an alarm." She grabs her phone but finds it weird that there are no notifications or missed calls. Not dwelling on it for too long she shoots her mom a text:

'Staying with a friend for the weekend. Left the food in the microwave and there's lasagna for tomorrow. Love ya'

The beach house belonged to Seokjin, as did most things the group utilized, but the area the three of them were staying in was a closed-off room. More like efficiency than an actual studio. Which meant YN was likely to be sharing a bed with the men again. Now far away from everything YN was able to think some things through. Particularly her relationship with Yoongi and Hoseok. She never enjoyed confrontation but figured this was one sleeping dog that could be awakened.

The sun had yet to set when they arrived, so while they couldn't use the beach, the pool was free-range. "I fucking hate the water." Yoongi groans, clinging onto the pool's wall like his life depended on it. YN giggled, which caused the pout on Yoongi's lips to grow exponentially. "Don't you know how to swim?" He looked offended by the question. "Of course, I fucking do. Doesn't mean I like to." YN playfully rolled her eyes. The complete opposite of Yoongi, Hoseok was currently swimming laps around the pool. "He's a fucking dog," muttered Yoongi. A strange thought popped into YN's head that had her going underwater just so Yoongi wouldn't see her embarrassment.

She almost swallowed water when Hoseok pulled her even lower, putting a finger to his lips while going behind Yoongi. YN went up for air, gasping slightly which caused Yoongi to frown. "You okay?" YN nodded, "Perfectly fine." If Yoongi didn't believe her, he didn't have a chance to voice his doubts as Hoseok pulled him underwater. YN couldn't contain her laughter as she saw Yoongi fight against his boyfriend like an angry feline. "What the fuck Hoseok!" Yoongi screamed once the two of them finally emerged. Hoseok only smiled teasingly, sending a flying kiss to his angry lover.

YN only laughed more, the bell-like sound drawing the attention of the men. Twilight surrounded them all around, the purple sky reflecting off the clear water doing a nice contrast with the hue of the skins. "What is it?" YN asked, once her laughter died down. Not understanding why the two of them gaped at her like that. All YN did was blink and suddenly Yoongi's lips were on hers. Pressing urgently, passionately, as if she contained the oxygen he needed to breathe. YN stood frozen eyes wide open until she made eye contact with Hoseok who didn't look the least bit upset. Instead, he gazed at them with fascination, then he nodded. The action so curt YN would've missed it if she wasn't paying attention.

YN closed her eyes, giving in to her desires. Yoongi's lips were much harsher than she remembered, but they were sweet. Intoxicatingly so. YN wondered if this was all a dream. If she'd hit her head or perhaps swallowed too much pool water. Her previous idea had proved to be right, Yoongi was robbing her of her breath. But despite the numbness, YN was beginning to feel the two of them continued the kiss until they were forced apart by their need for air.

"I think it's getting late. We should head in," stated Hoseok, looking in between the two of them before heading towards the stairs. Yoongi followed after him and YN remained alone for just a couple of seconds. What just happened? It wasn’t until Yoongi climbed out of the pool that YN began to swim, unsure of what this meant for the night. Hoseok had allowed for the kiss to happen. So does that mean that the previous kiss - "Hurry up, star? You'll freeze to death." Hoseok stood near the edge of the pool holding a towel open. YN attempted to grab it once she had gotten out, but the man didn't let go. Wrapping her in it instead while Yoongi walked toward their room.

“We should shower to get the bleach out of our hair.”

“Wouldn’t have to do that if you didn’t pull me under Seok.”

“You loved it, babe.”

YN trailed behind them silently observing the night sky and noticing how Orion’s belt loomed over them.

"The boys are coming over later," Yoongi said, as you gathered some of your clothes in your hands ready to hit the showers. "Don't worry though they won't be staying the night." YN's thankful for that. She enjoyed the guy's company, but she wasn't necessarily in the right state of mind. YN opened the bathroom door to see Hoseok in there peeling of his trunks. "Sorry, my bad." He chuckled, "Hey Yoongi, why don't we save water?" All the blood in YN's body rushed towards her ears at what she had just heard. A silent 'what' left her lips which caused Hoseok to smirk as he pulled her in.

"You don't mind, do you Star? Didn't you and Yoongi use to take baths when you were kids? So did we." The context was incredibly different from back then, but YN was smart enough to read between the lines. In a bold move, she said, "As long as you keep your hands to yourself." Hoseok laughed, leaning in. "Where's the fun in that?" His eyes trailed slowly all across her body before he turned around and dropped his trunks.

Yoongi came in just then, "Hoseok has a bit of an exhibitionist streak in him." He too then began to take off his shirt and fiddle with the strings holding up his trunks. They were eyeing her - waiting for an acceptance or a rejection. Good thing YN had decided to be valiant this weekend. She reached behind her back and undid the laces, sliding the top off before walking towards the shower. Despite the size of the room the bathroom was fairly large with the shower fitting the three of them comfortably, of course, that didn't mean she wasn't sandwiched between them. It seems they were keeping their word, mainly focusing on rinsing themselves off and using the soap on themselves. Then came YN's turn.

"Can I?" Yoongi asked as he held the lavender-scented soap bar in his hands. His hands were just a hair away right near her navel if YN breathed too deeply their skins were sure to touch. "Yes." Yoongi placed soap on her skin and proceeded to lather it in, moving all across her torso. It was only ever the sides of his palm, his fingertips, his knuckles that brushed against her skin but it left goosebumps in its wake. Hoseok was too busy ringing the soap off his body, but eventually, he did turn around. The other soap in hand, "Can I help?" YN could swear he even batted his eyelashes though that might've been the water getting into his eyes.

Hoseok dropped to his knees with little hesitation using the same technique as Yoongi to cleanse her legs and thighs. He always avoided touching her pelvis directly by millimeters, YN thanked hindsight for keeping her bottoms on. Though that might've been so the men couldn't see the absolute state of arousal she was in. Eventually, Yoongi reached her breasts, lathering up his hands before gently massaging them. YN gasped as a soft mewl escaped her, she leaned back against Yoongi's chest. He didn't comment simply continuing the motions despite YN feeling the effect she was having on him on her backside.

"Take them off," Hoseok spoke as he rose to his full height, soap still in hand. YN hooked her fingers at the side and dragged them down slowly, allowing them to slide down her soap-ridden legs before kicking them to the side. Hoseok kissed her cheek as a reward. Then he cleaned the areas he hadn't been able to before, being extra careful with the inside of her thighs and hips while entirely avoiding her core. The water was beginning to get too hot, the fog filling up the bathroom warming YN.

“Guys.” Hoseok’s hands reached towards her back gripping her ass tightly, before beginning to massage it as well. It's too much. Far too much, but she couldn't get them to stop. Didn't want to. The heat was making YN disoriented and she blinked several times to clear her vision. Finally, she felt it: the pressure and then the release. Her body slackened slightly and Hoseok and Yoongi held her up. Before the former unclipped the showerhead from the wall and rinsed YN off. They helped her get dressed, YN assumed her sudden exhaustion must have been from the long day.

Thankfully she was able to walk to bed all on her own. Laying under the sheets, while the two of them finished getting dressed. "We're going to get food. We'll be right back." Hoseok stated, before leaning over and planting a peck on her lips. That would've been enough to wake her up, was she not already half-asleep.

“You’re the brightest thing in this town YN. You shine like a star and deserve so much more.”

Loud blaring had YN jumping out the bed as she looked around the room for the source of the noise. She saw her phone vibrating violently against the countertop and ran to get it, worried it might be her mother calling. Instead, it was an unfamiliar number. Hesitantly she picked up and put it against her ear.

“Hello?”

“YN!” Wendy’s loud voice caused her to wince. “Why...you….calls-”

"Hold on Wendy," YN checked her signal and sure enough only she only saw one little bar. "Let me go outside because you're cutting off." She walked towards the door unlocking it but leaving it propped open. Outside the summer air was cool - a strong distinction from this afternoon. "What's going on?"

“Why have you been dodging my calls? I’ve been trying to get into contact with you since this morning.”

“I swear this is the first time I’ve gotten a call all day.” YN paused to look at the number, “Why aren’t you calling me from yours?”

“Cause the calls aren’t going through. Are you mad at me? Did you block me?”

YN shook her head, “What? Of course not Wendy!”

“Well whatever,” Wendy sounded anxious. Though she was typically loud, YN had never heard her like this. Scared. “Youngjae is dead.”

She felt her phone slipping her hand and tightened her grip. “What?” Instead of Youngjae’s face popping into her head, an image of bloody Hoseok and Yoongi did.

“They found his body this morning beside Chan’s place. All cut up and disfigured like in the movies.”

YN was finding it difficult to breathe. T-the body in the alleyway. It wasn’t a drunkard sleeping. It was Youngjae. YN had seen his body in the alleyway and -

“...he left the party last night pretty early after the fight. I don’t even know why he would be near Chan’s since he lives nowhere near.”

That piqued her interest, “Fight? What fight?”

Now it was Wendy’s turn to be silent. “YN…”

"Goddammit, Wendy just tell me." She didn't want it to be true. It couldn't be true. They wouldn’t. Would they?

“When you left the party the other day Youngjae got upset that Yoongi kissed you and called Hoseok and him freaks and fags. They ignored him but yesterday at the party…”

YN recalled Yoongi’s words: “Some homophobic pigs tried to attack Hobi and me.”

“YN. Hoseok and Yoongi are the prime suspects.”

YN could hear the motor of the bike being turned off and the steps climbing up the stairs. “Star?”

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction | Throwing You Over His Shoulder [Request]

A/N: Namjoon’s has hints of smut.

Seokjin:

"I've had enough of it Jin! It's always the same story! I'm done!" You yelled walking over to the front door of your shared apartment, you and your boyfriend Jin were having the same fight you'd been having all week and it was getting on your last nerve. Neither of you could remember how it started but it always ended the same way, he would accuse you of using him for money or cheating and you would be left crying in the corner of the apartment but not this time. You were through with him acting like this towards you,

"Where are you going to go? It's pouring out." You didn't care though, you swung the door open and walked out into the pouring rain even though Jin was screaming for you to come back into the house you persisted forward not giving into him.

"You'll get sick!" He cried out watching as your body began to shiver, you were in nothing but a white t-shirt and some leggings you were going to get really sick if you didn't get home quick.

"Y/n!" You could tell he meant it but it didn't stop you from walking down the street what did however was Jin running over and standing in front of you.

"If you don't turn around right now I will pick you up." You went to move to the side of him but he followed you and stopped your once again, you could see the cogs inside his head turning and before you knew it the world was upside down and you were being carried in the direction of your apartment.

"Put me down right now!" You screamed hitting his back but he continued to walk with you over his shoulder until he got into the apartment where he put you down on the floor safely and stared at you, you were both soaking wet from the rain that was heavily raining outside.

"You're not getting sick!" He yelled making you stare at him, you hated that he was pretending to care about you.

"What do you even care? I'm cheating and using you for money remember!" He sighed at you and realised that the fight was starting to get to you, you had tears rushing down your cheeks.

"You know I don't really think that..."

"Sounds like You do when you say it." You whispered and he moved closer to you, cupping your face in his hand and turning your head to look up at him.

"I'm just stressed-"

"That's not an excuse Jin, I would never ever, hurt you." You promised him and he bit on his lip feeling terrible for everything he was putting you through just because he was stressed with work.

"Come on...We'll go have a bubble bath and order food in." You nodded in agreement knowing you could never leave him, you loved him too much to just leave him.

Yoongi:

"You have to leave at some point," Yoongi said that morning when he came down to find you sitting on his sofa in sweatpants and one of his shirts, he was your best friend. You'd been best friends since you were kids and you'd taken refuge in his house after a nasty breakup with your ex and you ever wanted to be seen again.

"No I don't, I was thinking I could die on your sofa and you could just bury me out in the yard like a dog?" Yoongi had had enough of hearing you whine over a dumb boy who didn't mean shit anyway, he was sick of hearing you cry over someone whose opinion shouldn't matter to you.

"You leave me no other option." You stared at him as he walked over to you bending down a little before you were lifted from the sofa and placed over his shoulder and began carrying you in the direction of the front door.

"Min Yoongi put me down right now," You said in an authoritative tone but he continued walking and he opened the door walking you down the steps and over to his waiting car, where he opened the door and sat you inside.

"What are you doing?!" You asked staring at him but he got in beside you and told the driver to start his ride to work,

"I'm getting you out of the house, you can't spend your whole time crying over someone that doesn't care about you." It was the harsh reality and you knew you were going to have to face it sooner or later, you would just rather it be later rather than right there and then. Yoongi smirked to himself knowing you were going to be sitting in his studio all day and that he didn't mind at all, he would spend all his time with you if he could.

Hoseok:

Hobi was downstairs with the boys having a nice meal while you were upstairs trying to have a peaceful shower, you'd gone around to the dorms to see your boyfriend after work and you decided you needed a shower before you ate with them. You were wrapped in a towel about to step into the shower when you came face to face with a huge spider,

"As I was saying-" Hoseok was cut off when he heard you let out a blood-curdling scream and he jumped up from the chair, rushing over to the stair where he raced up them to find you standing in the bathroom in a towel, standing on top of the toilet seat.

"What!?" He panicked thinking someone had gotten into the house at the way you were screaming, you pointed over at the shower shakily and he frowned opening the curtain to see a spider sitting in the bathtub.

"Really?!" He asked staring from the spider to you and you nodded almost in tears from the spider being in the same room as you, he walked over to you and lifted you over to hang on his shoulder.

"Hobi!" You screamed as he carried you down the staircase,

"Damsel in distress, move out of the way!" You squealed as he walked you through the living room where the boys were all watching the display. Hobi continued carrying you over his shoulder until he got you into the downstairs bathroom and then he checked for spiders, returning to your side and telling you it was free for you to enter,

"You're such an idiot." You giggled kissing his cheek as you walked into the bathroom, holding onto his wrist.

"Will you go get my clothes though please." You pleaded knowing your clothes were still in the other bathroom,

"Anything for a damsel."

Namjoon:

You'd done nothing but tease Namjoon all night and it was starting to get to him, it was the end of the night and you were in your shared apartment getting ready to head to bed.

"I'm so tired." You lied faking a yawn and kicking off your heels right as you stepped through the front door placing them onto the shoe rack as you bent down in front of Namjoon, but Namjoon didn't find you amusing one bit he was more annoyed with you now you were sticking your ass in the air right in front of him.

"Tired? Thanks to you and your little stunt I was walking around with this all night." He pressed his hard-on against your ass pulling your hips back against him and you resisted the urge to moan out from the feeling of him being that close to you and in this kind of position right in front of the front door of your apartment.

"Sleepy." You whined out but he slapped your ass forcing you to turn around, he stared down at you before bending down and throwing you over his shoulder, he then made his way up the staircase with you on his shoulder screaming for him to put you down but with every noise you made he smacked your ass making you giggle out.

"Shut up, you've done enough teasing tonight." You bit down on your lip knowing you were in for it but not complaining in the slightest.

Jimin:

The snow was everywhere there was no way to get away from it unless you stayed inside the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend of two years, Jimin, who was determined to get you outside in it. Calling it the magical blanket that everyone should experience,

"It's cold and wet. No." You said as he stared at you, he was dressed up in winter gear waiting for you to go outside with him, he'd gotten you both some matching gloves and scarves and was determined to get you outside in it.

"Please! It'll be fun." He pleaded looking at you with huge puppy dog eyes but it wasn't going to work, you were freezing without evening being out there there was nothing he could say or do to make you move from that sofa,

"No Jimin, you go out. I'll stay here and get some warm food ready for when you've had enough." You got up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen, getting yourself a cup down so you could make yourself a steaming cup of hot chocolate but Jimin had other ideas, he came into the room and took the cup away from you. He placed it down on the table and then swiped you up so you were hanging over his shoulder, he began rushing quickly in the direction of the front door running out of it and straight over to a huge pile of snow dropping you down into it listen to you scream at him for it but he didn't care, he was just excited you were out in the snow with him.

"J-Jimin." You stuttered but you were met by a snowball to the face and you began shivering more, making yourself a snowball to attack him back with, if it was a snowball fight he wanted it was a snowball fight he was going to get.

Taehyung:

Taehyung was beyond annoyed with you, you were refusing to leave the dorms because he'd yelled at you for now knowing what you wanted to eat so you got into a small bicker about going out to dinner and he confirmed that you were going out but now you were being petty with him. Deciding you didn't want to go out to eat with someone who was going to yell at you the way he did because you didn't know what to eat.

"Y/n, come on." But you stood your ground looking around the dorms for something to distract yourself with, you were never good at staying mad with Tae and you knew once he started trying to make you laugh it would be over for you and you would start along with him and he would think it was okay.

"If you don't come with me willingly I'll force you to." You stared at him and he walked over to you so you backed off but he only stepped forward again bending down and picking you up over his shoulder in one move, walking over to the door and almost hitting your head on every wall you walked past.

"TAE!" You screamed as he pretended to drop you but he had a hold on you and h wasn't going to let go easily, he shut and locked the front door of the dorms and walked you over to the car.

"Are you going to get in on your own or do I need to baby you all night?" You struggled out of his arms and got into the car folding your arms over your chest as you tried not to laugh at the fact that he'd just carried you out of the apartment over his shoulder and into the street for people to see.

Jungkook:

Jungkook had heard you on the phone with your friends a couple of nights before talking about a scene from one of your favourite dramas where the love interests were walking along the streets, and the boyfriend lifted his girlfriend over her shoulder to carry her over the road because she was taking too long. He knew that he wanted to try it with you and your usual date night was the perfect time for it to happen, you were crossing one of the main roads in Seoul when he suddenly turned to you and threw you over his shoulder, you let out a squeal making people stare over at you and you giggled hiding your blushing face in his back as he walked you across the street before he put you down on the floor,

"Was it as romantic as you'd pictured it?" You shook your head placing your hand over it and laughing, you were extremely dizzy from the head rush and sudden giggle fit you'd had when you were up on his shoulder.

"Yes." You giggled moving out of the way of people that were trying to get to where you were standing and he smiled at you, cupping your face in his hands.

"There is one more thing I wanted to try." You looked at him and he put his hands under your arms, recreating his favourite scene from a movie he'd always wanted to do. Lifting you up by your legs so your hands were resting on his shoulders, you’d seen the movie enough times to know what he was doing and it only made you smile at him he turned you around like they did in the movie before you lent down, cupping his face and kissing him softly ignoring the looks you were getting from passers by.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdpkdN18bu0 (The kiss)

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knjnvrland · 5 years ago

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Prank Wars - ch. 4

> pairing | jungkook x reader

> word count | 5.6k

> genre | college!au, fluff, smut, angst

> warnings | swearing, sexual harassment

> synopsis | College can be a stressful time in anyone’s life as it is, why don’t we throw a little prank war in the mix to make it harder?

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> A/N | English is not my first language, I'm sorry for the eventual spelling mistake, please let me know if you find any! Things start to get a little bit heavy in this chapter, it's not much but it still is something and I ask you to be aware of that. Please be safe. I'd also like to add that I'm updating frequently now because I have a few chapter already written, once those are done I'll probably take a little longer to post.

CHAPTER 4 - Pink Drink Thrower Horse Girl

Hoseok was stressed trying to find back up dancers for his final performance, the one that was worth 50% of his grade and pretty much settled if he would or not be approved. Jimin was already helping out, of course, but his classmates all had their own performances to worry about, and Jimin’s classmates, even the nicest ones, didn’t think they could fit more rehearsals into their busy schedules. At least that’s what they told Hobi, but Jimin knew that everyone was secretly a bit afraid of the older dancer. He was too, actually, but he also loved Hobi too much to say no. But it wasn’t enough, Hoseok need at least a couple more dancers for the routine he had prepared to work, and he was cutting a bit too close. That’s why, when Jungkook approached him while he was at the library, it didn’t take much for him to carve.

“Please hyung, she’ll never know it was you” Jungkook pleaded, elbows on the table, body anchored forward, full on puppy eyes mode right in front of Hoseok’s food.

“You’re hanging with Taehyung too much” Jungkook plopped back down on the chair and moved his hair back with a huff, to what Hoseok showed no reaction to.

“I’ll be your backup dancer” it’s what got his attention “if you tell me the guy’s name, I’ll help you out on the finals”

“I'm listening” Hobi leaned back and stoped anxiously munching on his snacks.

“I’ll even get Taehyung to dance too, you need two, don’t you?” Hoseok nodded “Then we’ll do it, just tell me his name”

“And why would you want that?” He still didn’t know where Jungkook wanted to get with this, and he knew it couldn’t be anything good.

“Would you believe me if I told you I was just trying to help her out too?” Hoseok glared at him “Ok, but if I tell you you’ll become an accomplice, do you want that?”

“Fair enough, his name is Ray, we rehearse at studio twelve every day at seven, if you or Tae ever get there late I’m whipping your ass” Hobi said in a single breath and stood up, gathering his stuff to go to class while Jungkook scribbled the name on the side of his notebook. “He does something with engineer, if that helps”

“Thanks hyung” Jungkook turned but Hoseok was already gone, and a few people on the table over were looking at him weird, but it didn’t matter, because now he knew how to get back at you.

A couple of days passed before Jungkook could put his plan into action, he needed to find the perfect moment, and the perfect moment just happened to be at Yoongi’s lunch break. They were both at the university’s radio studio and some indie R&B song was on while the two boys ate their ramen quietly. Yoongi was good at mixing up trendy songs with really underground ones during his time on the radio, and along with his producing skills, he was a pretty amazing rapper as well, witch made him nearly unbeatable as far as audiences go. That and the fact that his program was on from mid morning to mid afternoon, when the campus was usually packed. Jungkook or Alice would drop by with food sometimes, knowing that Yoongi would forget to eat lunch if they didn’t, but Jungkook would actually help out as well, and they had just began to work in a few of Yoongi’s side pieces, along with Namjoon, so it wasn’t weird for Jungkook to just be at the studio at random hours of his day.

That afternoon, however, it wasn’t as innocent as it usually was. While Yoongi left to throw out the trash, Jungkook got into the transmission booth and took his chance when he saw it. He locked the door from the inside out and, even though Yoongi obviously knew the password, it would give him a couple more seconds that could be essential for it all to work. Spending as much time as he did there, he knew his way around all the technical equipment and, when he noticed the song that was on was reaching its end, he stopped the playlist that Yoongi prepared and started broadcasting.

“Hello hello and good afternoon to every student out there on their lunch breaks” Jungkook spoke into the mic “We have a special request today from a dear friend of mine, and I own her one so: y/n, this is for you”

You were at the cafeteria with Namjoon when it started. The both of you recognized Jungkook’s voice straight away and started paying attention, but it didn’t really seem to bother that many people around you. That is, until your name was mentioned. Yoongi would never mention names, he would sometimes receive more personal requests and do dedications, but he would never ever say the names of anyone. So when a name was mentioned, everyone stopped for a second to listen.

“For those of you who don’t know, y/n is the horse girl that dyed Delta Sigma’s kitchen pink a while back” Jungkook’s voice kept coming from the speakers and you felt your face starting to get warm. Namjoon looked around but everyone was paying attention and not really looking at the two of you, either way his brotherly instincts kicked off and he dialed Yoongi straight away to find out what the fuck was going on. “And was at Delta Sigma that she met the guy of her dreams”.

Yoongi had just entered the studio when his phone started ringing, seeing as it was Namjoon he just ignored and assumed that they were both trying to do the same thing: murder Jeon Jungkook. The “on air” sign was still on and, as much as Yoongi wanted to burst through the door and drag him out, he also had a job and a reputation to keep, so he decided to just send the younger boy a homicidal glare through the window before cutting the transmission, but Jungkook was faster and as soon as he saw Yoongi opening the door, he sped up to get to the real deal.

“So if you’re Ray from engineering, just know that horse girl really wants to ride you” the transmission ended abruptly and a soft mellow tune started playing as if nothing had ever happened. Everyone around you was whispering or laughing quietly, and you began to feel a couple of eyes being averted to you.

“I think Yoongi got in” Namjoon put his phone down, having had his call ignored “JK is so dead” deep down he knew that it was all in good fun and the talking wouldn’t last long, but he could few how annoyed you were from across the table.

“I hope he is, ‘cause if Yoongi don’t kill him I sure will” you bit your apple angrily, and your brother laughed.

“Just let it go, it will die down soon enough” you took another bite, staring straight ahead at nothing, contemplating the most painful ways you could commit murder and not get caught. “Please don’t do anything stupid, this will get out of hand way too fast.”

You knew your brother was only looking out for you, but in your head you were already plotting the next step to wipe the smile out of Jungkook’s face once and for all.

“Who is that Ray guy, anyway?” Namjoon resumed eating, assuming it was best to ignore the look on your face and the whispers going around and just try to distract you.

“I am” a guy stood behind Namjoon and had a shy smile on his lips. He was in a simple blue shirt that matched his eyes and looked as good as you have even seen him. “Hey, y/n”

“Oh my god Ray” you stood up and swallowed the piece of fruit you were still chewing in a rush, starting your non stop anxious mumble "I’m so sorry that was my… a guy called Jungkook, we’re in this kind of war with each other I don’t know how he found out your name or that I talked to you and I’m so embarrassed I don’t even know where to begin to apologize I promise I will personally kill him and make sure he never speaks of you again-“ Ray just smiled patiently at you.

“Hey it’s okay, breathe” you took a deep breath in and laughed even more embarrassed at the whole situation.

“But really, I’m so so sorry” you covered your face with your hands, knowing you were redder then the apple you were just eating.

“It’s fine, I’m actually glad because I’ve been trying to find you for a while now and what a coincidence we were both here when that happened” he turned around to point at a table on the other side of the cafeteria where a few guys from Delta Sigma sat “JB knew who you were and spotted you here” JB and a few others waved and you waved back shyly.

“I will never live down this embarrassment” you stated, more to yourself than to Ray “I can’t even-“

“If you want to apologize so bad, you could go out to dinner with me this weekend” he interrupted you again and this time actually left you speechless.

“And that’s my cue to leave” Namjoon grabbed his tray and backpack and stood up “take care sis, don’t commit murder” he winked your way and you blushed even more, if that was even possible. Being asked out in those circunstantes in front of your brother was definitely up there in the ranking of humiliating situations you’ve been in.

“So… Friday?” Ray was looking at you with the same expression from the night you first met, the one that made him look like a greek god, and suddenly you forgot what language you even speak.

“Ye-yeah, sure!” You were a little too bewildered about what was going on.

“Give me your phone” you responded on auto-pilot, and watched as he typed in something and then took out his own phone, showing you he had called himself “I’ll text you later” he handed you back the device and winked at you, at what you only stood there, frozen. You had never in your life had so little game at a flirting situation. You were definitely losing this game and honestly? You didn’t even mind that much.

“Okay” Was all you managed to say, before he turned around and walked back to his table. You must’ve stood there a few seconds too long but finally you picked up your stuff and left. You still had a Jungkook to kill and even if that whole mess turned out kind of alright, you couldn’t help but get more and more angry again with every pair of eyes staring at you as you made your way out of the cafeteria.

Funny enough, you couldn’t find Jungkook for the rest of the week. That boy was in every single sports team he could be in and as the semester neared it’s end he was training for something nearly every day, so whenever you got together with someone from the group, he was never around. Taehyung was the one who told you Jungkook was still alive, but not for long as he wanted to murder the boy as much as you did, seeing as now, on top of all the art work he had to finish, he was also having dance practice everyday with the scariest instructor ever: Hoseok. So, in Tae’s own words, “get in line”. You didn’t worry much, though, because throughout the week Ray texted you constantly and you really enjoyed talking to someone outside your friends for once.

Friday finally came along and you were excited for your date. Ever since you got to college you didn’t have the time or the stamina to date anyone, and your last serious relationship was when you were still in high school. In the year you spent abroad you didn’t want to get to know someone only to have to say goodbye soon, so you only maintained a couple casual booty calls and that was it. You were rough around the edges when it came to actually having dinner with a cute guy and Alice had to stop you from biting your nails off during the entire time she was fixing your hair in a pretty loose braid.

“It’s done” she stated, admiring her work. She picked up her phone and took a picture to show you, and you were very grateful once again to have her in your life.

“Thank you Al” you smiled at your friend through the mirror and she dismissed you with her hand. “he should be here any time now, when do you leave?” Alice was going back home for the weekend on the last train of the day.

“Yoongi will come pick me up soon, please don’t get in trouble while I’m out” she pleaded, like you were a little kid.

“I won’t, mom” you rolled your eyes and she jokingly sticked her tongue out to you. Your phone notified a text and you checked to see that it was Ray letting you know he was downstairs. “He’s here, do I look okay?” You had a short black dress on, trying way harder than you generally did, and even though the dress was long sleeved and you had stockings and you favorite leather jacket on as well, you could tell you’d be cold throughout the night.

“You look hot… but also cold” Alice handed you your jacket while you putted on your heeled boots.

“And my brother’s awful sense of humor is getting to you” You grabbed you jacket and hung it over your shoulders.

“What can I say, Jin’s rubbing off on me” Alice then handed you your purse and you thanked her quickly, excited to begin your sure to be fun night “I dropped a couple condoms in there, just to be safe” she winked at you and you once again rolled your eyes, getting out as soon as she bid you farewell.

Ray had a fancy car that was way out of a college student's budget for sure, but you enjoyed how comfortable and specially how warm it was. You went to a restaurant a bit out of town, it was this little cozy Chinese place that had some of the best dumplings you've ever had, and the conversation between the two of you flowed easily. You learned that he was majoring in computer engineering, after all, and lived out of campus in the same neighborhood as your brothers. You talked about favorite movies, because he wasn’t that into books, and about places you wanted to go. At the end of it he payed for the entire bill and held you hand on the way to the car.

On the drive back it started to rain softly and he turned on the radio but kept the volume low, you were distracted by the nice view of the ocean as you passed by the beach when he rested one of his hands on your thighs. It took you by surprise but you didn’t really mind, and soon you got used to the weigh of his hand on you. He then started to move his hand further up, and you rested yours on top of his to stop him when he was getting a little too close for comfort.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He purred, still looking at the road ahead. You didn’t know how to answer him, so you just pushed his hand back to where it first was and left yours still on top. “Didn’t you enjoy our date?” Once you didn’t answer he looked your way with the same charming smile as always, and you smiled back.

“I did, yeah” at that he pushed his hand a bit further up again, but not by much, and squeezed you a little.

“I'm glad, we could continue it for a little longer, don’t you think?” Your smile faltered a little, not knowing how to let him down easy. Is not that you didn’t want to spend more time with him, but when you were actually looking forward to date someone, you wouldn’t sleep with them on the first date.

“I'm a little tired, actually, it was a long week and I need to catch up on sleep” you were looking at his hand on you while you spoke, but you could see from the corner of your eyes his smile drop a little. “but we could go out again soon, if you’d like?”

“Hmm, I’d rather we extend tonight a little longer than postponing what we both know we want” he slipped his hand a little further up again. “My place or yours?” He looked at you for a second and you could see, for the first time, the hunger in his eyes now that his smile wasn’t as bright.

“I really just want to sleep tonight” you squeezed his hand, now unsure of what route to take. Outside, the rain was getting heavier and the speed of the car faster. “can you just drop me back at my place, we can go out again tomorrow.”

“I’m going straight to mine's” his voice no longer had the traces of kindness it had before. “You can either come with me or just find another ride home” you knew he was joking, he had to be, but then again he slipped his hand further up and turned to look at you while the car was already way above the speed limit “and it’s raining pretty hard now, so I don’t think you have a choice, really”

At that you snatched his hand away from your legs and hugged your jacket closer to your body. “just leave me here, then, I can find another ride home”. He still drove a few seconds, both hands on the steering wheel and you could see his knuckles going white with how much strength he was holding it, and that's when you really started to get scared. Then he started to slow down, and you started to believe again that he was only joking, but he slowed down until the car stopped completely.

“Get out then” he didn’t even look at your face. Outside the rain was even harder now and you could see the violent waves on the ocean at the distance. You stared at him and realized that this was actually your best chance, so you opened the door and got out.

You could barely close the door and he was already gone. And now you were alone at night in the middle of the road during a storm and saw no sign of another living thing anywhere near. You hugged your jacket as close to your body as you could and, seeing no other alternative, started walking. You were so caught up in you own misery it took you a few minutes to remember that phones are a thing that exist and that can be used in these kinds of situations, so you dug yours out of one of the jacket’s outside pockets only to realize it was dead. It could’ve been just the battery that ran out, or it could have been that it was soaking wet and you were dumb enough to leave your phone in your outside pocket during a storm. Having no other alternative, you just kept walking. A couple of cars passed you by, but no one stopped, and you don’t know how long you walked until you found a gas station with the lights inside still on.

You rushed in only to find a little man with dark skin and a thick white mustache behind the counter staring at you as if you were mad. You could understand him, though, you were soaking wet and your hair was nowhere near what it was at the beginning of the night, you rubbed your face only to see your hands painted with the leftovers of your once nicely done make up, and you knew you had murder written all over your face. Man were trash, you had to remember yourself over and over. You were never dating anyone ever again.

“Hi sir, do you have a phone I can use, please?” The man nodded and took from behind the counter one of those old dial phones, and motioned it to you without saying a word. And that’s when you remembered: you didn’t know any numbers by heart beside your mom’s, and you really didn’t need to worry her. You could call the police, but really, what would they do too? You let out a sigh of frustration and promised yourself you’d start memorizing phone numbers from now on. You decided to take a look around the small convenience store and grabbed some tissues to at least try to dry yourself a bit, going back to the counter next to pay. As you took out the money from the inside pocket of your jacket, you noticed that amongst the few damp notes you had folded, there was also a small piece of paper with a number on it.

Jungkook’s number.

That was the same jacket you wore at the halloween party, and one of the paper’s you and Jimin were using as confetti must’ve gotten in there. You asked the man to use his phone again and dialed the number with one hand, while using the other to open up the pack of tissues you had just bought. It rang a few times and you were starting to get anxious when he picked up.

“Hello?” His voice sounded tired, and you knew you must’ve woken him up.

“Hey Jungkook, it’s me” your voice was shaking, you noticed, and the reality of your condition started settling in.

“y/n? It’s almost 3 am” he grunted on the other line, clearly annoyed. He had only gone to bed an hour ago, having stayed up late finishing up an assignment only to send it after the deadline anyway, and his legs were sore from the amount of exercise he was actually getting that week, all Jungkook needed was to sleep for as long as he could.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, could you rang Jin for me? My phone is dead and I’m in a bit of trouble, I need him to pick me up” he must have noticed how defeated you sounded, because all the red signs in his mind went off and he was suddenly very awake.

“Where are you?” Jungkook was already getting up, if you were in trouble there were no time to call anyone, he could pick you up himself, as much as he loathed you, you were still his best friend’s little sister, so he just putted on his shoes, not bothering to change out of his cozy outfit.

“I'm in a gas station in the middle of the road, I don’t think I’m too far from the city-“ at that the man behind the counter pointed at a sign above him that read ‘Pier 11’ on bright green colors “near pier 11?” You sounded unsure, but Jungkook had been there before.

“The one near the beach, with the green neon light up front?” He was already waiting for the elevator on his hall, and for a second he wondered if he should actually call Jin.

“Yeah, that’s the one” but your voice was shaking and he didn’t know why, but he just really needed to make sure you were alright.

“Ok, I’ll be right there” at that he hung up and you thanked the man, handing him back his phone. The man handed you some keys and pointed at a door on the other side of the small store, and you assumed it must be a restroom, so you headed there to try and get yourself back together.

Looking at the mirror you realized your mascara had run all the way down your cheeks and your lips were so white they were almost blue. Your hair was a mess and it took you a while to untangle it from what used to be the pretty braid Alice gave you. You took your jacket off and washed your face with warm water, but your entire body was shaking because of how cold you were, so it didn’t help much. You finished cleaning up as much as you could and dried yourself to the best of your ability with the rest of the tissues you had, and took a sit on the corner of the bathroom, hiding your face in between your knees, you took a few deep breaths and probably more time trying to get your head in place then you realized, because that’s when you heard the bell of the front door ring.

“Y/n?” You recognized Jungkook’s voice, so you grabbed your jacket from the floor beside you and stepped out, not bothering putting it back again. The second he saw you, his already furrowed brows grew deeper. “hey, you okay?” You nodded, and went to the counter to give back the keys to the old man, thanking him silently. “Let's go, the car is outside” that’s when you noticed his hair was a bit wet as well, and he was in very pajamas like clothes, only a hoodie, a pair of sweatpants and those black sneakers he wore all the time.

You followed him outside and he opened the door for you and then went around to get on his sit. Before even starting the car properly, he turned on the heater to the max and you let go of your jacket to put your hands in front of the air vent. He turned to the backseat and found a yellow jacket you remember seeing him wear before, handing it to you. He started driving quietly and you were, for once, thankful to have him in your life. He never asked you what happened, but the way he looked at you you could tell he was curious, so you told him. You were doing fine until it got to the part where Ray put his hands on you. At first you were just too angry to feel anything else, and then you were too cold and worrying about not dying, but now you were safe and slightly warmer in a car with someone you came to trust and before you noticed your eyes were filled with tears and your throat was shut.

Jungkook didn’t know how to react. You were always quick to clap back and hot headed, and he had yet to see you lower your head to anyone, so seeing you try to hold back tears after the hell of a night he was sure you had, it just broke something inside of him. You brought your hand to your mouth so you could bite on the side of your nails, but Jungkook intercepted your movement and held your hand in his in front of you. “You’re alright now” he said, barely a whisper, but you could understand. And that’s all it took. You letted go of his hand and covered your face, letting the tears roam free inside the small dome you created in front of you. You sobbed silently for a few seconds, and then took a deep breath in, realizing something you haven’t thought of before.

“I can’t go back home now” you stated, more to yourself than to him “he knows where I live and Alice’s out of town for the weekend”.

“do you want to crash at mine’s?” He offered, in a heartbeat.

“I don’t want to bother you, really” you couldn’t even look at him.

“You won’t, I promise you” he smiled softly at you, and you couldn’t help but be grateful for it. “Besides, I feel kinda responsible” his smile slipped and he looked back at the road ahead, the city around you dead and quiet in the middle of the stormy night.

“It’s not your fault.” You were quick to response “but thank you”.

You were back at his place in no time and, as soon as you stepped in, you realized you had never actually been here. The layout of the loft was the same as Yoongi’s, who lived a few floors down, but it was so different at the same time. Yoongi’s was very crowded with stuff, action figures, sound system, his producing material and clothes everywhere, while Jungkook’s was surprisingly clean. He had a few movie posters on the wall, and some photography equipment in the shelves and in one of the corners, but aside from a small pile of clothes near his bed, everything else was very minimalistic and neat. While you were looking around, Jungkook went to grab you a towel and some warm clothes, handing them to you and grabbing his now wet jacket in return.

“Go take a shower, I’l make you some tea so you don’t get sick” he bossed around and you’d be annoyed otherwise but you were still a little bit in chock and just followed his instructions, hopping into the bathroom the take a shower. He had nice hair products and a soap that smelled like peaches -smelled like him, you realized. You took your time getting clean, trying to wash away not only the dirt from the rain and from the road, but also everything else that took place that night. When you got out dressed in clothes similar as the one’s Jungkook was wearing, the boy was at the small table for two he had separating the kitchen from the rest of the place, with a couple mugs in front of him. He was busy scrolling trough his phone to notice you were back out, and only looked up when you were already sitting in front of him.

You were both quiet while you drank your tea, but the tension around was starting to be too much to bear. “Thank you” you blurted out, not really looking at him.

“It’s alright, really” he reassured you “but I was wondering, why did you call me?” That was eating him inside from the moment he hung up the call, and seeing the small smile grow on your lips he decided he didn’t have to know why for sure, but he was glad you did.

“It was the only number I had” the confusion only grew on him “I found one of the papers that you had written your phone in one of my pockets, the one’s you gave the boys last year?” You tried to jog his memory “Jimin still had a bunch of them on him and we were playing around a while back, one must’ve slipped inside my jacket and I never noticed.” You were looking at your lap, so you never saw the small smile that showed up on Jungkook’s face.

“If he still have that many he didn’t do his job properly, that’s why I couldn’t get a date recently” he joked around and got a small laugh out of you in return, but it turned into a yawn and soon both of you were on sleep mode. “You can have the bed, I can sleep on the floor” he offered, but his bed was big enough for the both of you and you didn’t find fair to cast him out in his own home.

“I don’t mind sharing” you stood up, grabbing the mugs and leaving them at the kitchen sink as if you’ve done it a thousand times.

“Are you sure?” And that’s when you realized Jungkook was a nice guy. A little rough around the edges, sure, but a nice guy nonetheless.

“Yes, I’m sure. Besides, it’s too cold for you to sleep on the floor” you made your way to the left side of the bed, as the right side had the covers pulled and you assumed that’s where he was sleeping before you called.

“I won’t argue with that” he got in as well and turned down the lights, but you could still make out his profile from the light that creeped in from the window. You both fell into silence, but you could tell none of you were actually asleep.

You don’t know how long you were just laying quietly on the dark listening to his breathing, you were very tired, and emotionally drained for sure, but for some reason you just wanted to stay awake a little longer. Eventually the tiredness got the best of you and you fell into a dreamless rest. Jungkook, however, stayed up a little longer. It was silent enough for him to hear every single small noise you made and even though he noticed you had fallen asleep, he still felt like he had to say something. A while later, you turned around and rested one of your arms over his chest, hugging him sideways. He held his breath, trying not to bother you but also not knowing what to do. Your hands were still cold and he noticed your pale lips, so he made another one of the many bad decisions in his life related to you: he scooted closer and passed one of his arms under your neck. If you had woken up he didn’t notice, but you molded yourself into him, resting your head on his chest and wrapping one leg around him as well. He then grabbed your hand with his and took it closer to his lips, blowing hot air on it until it wasn’t freezing anymore. He could feel your heart beating through your wrist and that’s the rhythm he followed until he too, was falling into a dreamless sleep.

> A/N | A little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff. It will start to get a little bit angstier from now on, and I'm planning to touch on a couple of difficult subjects moving forward, so please read with caution. Have a nice day, wherever and whoever you are :)

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taetaespeaches · 5 years ago

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What zodiac sign do you feel each lover might possess? I love love love your stories btw... literally bee line to your page daily reason I feel are obvious. You’re just great 💕

oooh I love this question. Keep in mind I am not even close to really knowing a damn thing about astrology, but it fascinates me and I love it. Here are my thoughts... but I also want to know what you guys think!!!!! You know these girls just as much as I do!

p.s. thank you, lovely, you’re the sweetest <3

Jin’s girlfriend (Love):

Virgo/Cancer

Jin’s girlfriend is very nurturing and down to earth. She seems to always be busy doing something and she just wants to give and provide for the people she loves- especially Jin, but we see it extended to Guk in some of the fics as well. Also, she’s very playful which makes me lean toward Virgo- think Jungkook’s personality actually. The woman lives to provide for others, and she loves being needed. She just seems like a Virgo to me but could have some very soft and emotional Cancer placements.

Yoongi’s girlfriend (Kid):

Libra/Gemini/Aries

So I know I said I imagine Kid to be pretty introverted, but what I mean by that is that she needs a substantial amount of alone time to kind of recharge. But in social situations, she is super friendly and can talk to just about anyone. I mean when Yoongi meets her, she is literally humming in a grocery store in her own world, she’s not like excessively shy or anything. Because she’s quite independent, I think she has to have some pretty strong air placements. Her independence is also perfect for Yoon because she gives him the space he needs- I don’t think we’ll ever get one of those “he calls her clingy” Yoon fics because if anyone is clingy here it’s gonna be Yoongi. That doesn’t mean they aren’t affectionate as fuck with each other once they’re together. She’s also very loyal and she and Yoon seem to balance each other out while complementing each other. She also has a major crackhead side which points at Gemini- the “let’s masturbate” video playing when they first confess their love and Yoon is just like yeah this is normal for me now. Idk, she just gives me Libra and Gemini vibes. With some fiery Aries because she’s also forward as fuck.

Hoseok’s girlfriend (Petal):

Aries/Sagittarius/Scorpio

Petal is fun loving and quite extroverted in the way that she can talk to anyone and feel comfortable- not necessarily in the friends with anyone and everyone way. She’s also very loyal and passionate and devoted. When she decides to give Hobi a chance, he quickly becomes her number one. They are ride or die. That points to some Scorpio placements in my opinion. She’s quite friendly, but she also seems like she might be a bit intimidating I think. People are drawn to her- Hobi definitely was before they even got together- but she’s very picky with who she lets in. But she’s always going to be friendly and social- just not a lot of people know the real true her. I don’t know, she’s outgoing and passionate and yeah she just gives off some Aries and Sag and Scorpio vibes.

Namjoon’s girlfriend (Babe/Daisy- it’s her nickname I just haven’t introduced it yet):

Taurus/Scorpio

Down to earth, loyal, passionate, and stubborn. That’s Namjoon’s lady. She would kill for Joon, but also for all of the people she loves. Namjoon and his girl are pretty private. Like even unnecessarily private- they try to hide their relationship at first and pretend they met and just simply became friends- even though they met at a club and hooked up that same night. I haven’t written much of the origins of this couple yet, but after a supposed to be one night stand, they start dating, but they tell the boys they’re just friends for fucking weeks. They are so private and for some reason that screams Taurus to me. Like she just has this aura of ‘I’m doing my thing, you don’t need to know anything about it’. She is also extremely stubborn, and we can see this even in the “When it’s very fucking cold in my apartment” drabble where she demands Namjoon leave the studio and then even tells Yoongi to go home too. The passion and stability she brings to Joon’s life just makes me think Taurus and Scorpio.

Jimin’s girlfriend (Dear):

Leo/Gemini

Jimin’s girlfriend is probably the most extroverted of all the girlfriends. Dear is also quite confident and loves loves loves the affection Jimin gives her. She’s also very devoted and loyal. When she chooses Jimin, she chooses him flaws and all. However, she isn’t one that’s going to let people push her around and treat her like shit. After Jimin breaks up with her over text, she knows she still loves him and wants him, but she makes him work for their relationship. She’s honestly just a fun confident queen and that makes me think of Leos and Geminis for whatever reason.

Taehyung’s girlfriend (Peaches):

Aquarius/Taurus

Peaches lives in her own world honestly. She’s on the shyer side so not a lot of people really take time to get to know her, but ya know how Tae can kind of see through people’s facades? Well he does that with her and he’s just intrigued as hell by her. She’s quite unique and even a bit weird. All of this points to Aquarius to me- she’s this interesting person who can be quite closed off. However, she’s also loyal as hell. Oh and she’s stubborn. She’s stubborn and rational (Taurus) and Tae is the king of self-control and that’s how they end up being best friends for six years before they finally act on their feelings for each other. Yeah I don’t know- unique, loyal, stubborn- she just seems like she might have both Aquarius and Taurus placements. And I know Taurus and Aquarius are like completely different- but Peaches’ personality can be quite conflicting so I think she has some major placements in both these signs.

Jungkook’s girlfriend (Baby/Holly- another nickname I haven’t introduced yet):

Capricorn/Pisces

Jungkook’s girlfriend is kind of a boss ass bitch. She keeps Jungkook on his toes but she’s not overly boisterous or anything. She comes across as very cool and confident, but really she’s a softie who wants to be told she’s loved and appreciated. Her presence just screams Capricorn. She can be pretty quiet but her presence is strong. Also, her sense of humor is amazing and idk if any of y’all have a Capricorn in your life but oh my god their humor is top notch. Guk’s Baby is also pretty sensitive and idealistic in some aspects which points toward Pisces placements to me. Playful, strong, confident, but a soft baby.

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seokstyle · 5 years ago

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critical condition (m) - 1

pair: hoseok x reader, light jungkook x reader (series) themes: med student!reader, nurse!hoseok, lots of medically-related flirting genre: smut, some fluff, future angst warnings: dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, thigh riding, orgasm denial

you knew that your first rotation as a medical student was going to have its challenges. you did not anticipate one of those challenges to be dealing with a handsome ER nurse who won’t give you a break.

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“Joon, I genuinely don’t know if I’ll make it.”

“Ah, don’t be so negative,” he reassures you. “It takes a learning curve but it’s only been one week.”

“I’ve messed up so much though! They’ll just stand me in the corner and shame me until I melt into a puddle.”

“It takes time to adjust,” he protests.

You fix him with an annoyed look. “Did you know someone came in and they tried to give it to me as an easy first case? One that’s dumbass-proof, right?” He nods, a little weary of what you’ll say next. “It was an ear infection. Did you know what I forgot to do, Namjoon?” You lean in across the cafeteria table towards him for dramatic effect. “I forgot to look at his fucking ear.” You lean back in your chair and groan into your hands.

Your friend winces, but does not let up on his optimism. “We’ve only just started, Y/N. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Why do you always try to be so reasonable,” you grumble as you spoon the last of the mashed potatoes into your mouth. “It makes it harder to throw myself a pity party.”

Namjoon chuckles in response. “I’m saying it as much to myself as I am to you. Peds has not been easy,” he added with a sigh. “So many crying children, so many angry parents, so many impatient doctors…” He trails off, and you both sit there in silence thinking about the hellscapes you both have to return back to in a few minutes.

This was the first rotation for both of you as medical students, and though you had heard that most residency programs were more lenient on the first couple since you were still getting the hang of the clinical setting, you didn’t want to completely blow your chances at a good recommendation from your supervisors. Though your reputation during this past week was not doing you any good.

You and Namjoon had become fast friends in the whirlwind that was your first two years of medical school. He had saved your ass in anatomy lab, and you had come to his rescue in biochemistry. But despite your successes in the classroom, neither of you had anticipated how abrupt the transition would be from looking at textbooks and lectures to talking to real patients and actually diagnosing diseases yourself.

Add getting thrown into the ER for your first ever clinical experience, as was your luck. With the fast pace, the trauma emergencies you had to assist in on, just everything… you were in over your head. Just thinking about all of the questions you were going to have to ask (and would inevitably forget to ask) when you went back upstairs already was making your head spin. At least you could hold onto small fragments of your sanity when you grabbed food breaks, though you both had to return to reality soon.

Namjoon sighs as he pushes his chair back from the table, picking up his tray and giving you a small smile. “Best of luck.”

“You too, pal.”

The night started off better than your previous shifts this week have been. You had been more attentive when it comes to asking patients what brings them in today, remembered key aspects of physical exams when it applied, and you actually felt a little competent. But then you had left for your dinner break, and by the time you made it back to the ER all hell had broken loose.

The other local hospitals were at capacity which meant that all ambulances were going to come to you instead. On top of that, a new rush of admissions had come in, and now the ER was overflowing with people who needed quick medical attention. Soon there were a million things going on and before you knew it, it was past midnight and you were barely staying afloat. You were quickly sent out by the attending to grab a laceration tray, and all of your usual spots to check for supplies were empty. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, using all of your 3 brain cells to think. If I was a laceration tray, where would I be hiding?

“Looking for this?” you heard someone say in a playful tone. You opened your eyes. An outstretched hand had appeared in front of you holding the coveted tray, and you turned to see a handsome nurse you had gotten to know well.

“Oh my God, Hobi,” you sigh in relief. “How did you know?”

He smirked, and you wanted to roll your eyes at him. “I overheard the resident while I passed outside of the room, so I went ahead and grabbed one for you.”

You smile. “Thank you, seriously. This shift is getting insane, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

He gasped dramatically in response. “Well we wouldn’t want that! Though,” he added as he leans in closer to you, “I guess it’s a good thing I’m CPR-certified,” he responds with a wink.

You actually do roll your eyes this time. “You and everyone else in this hospital.”

The first shift in the emergency department may have well been the worst day of your life. Patients had gotten upset with you for forgetting to fulfill requests they had made, you had gotten lost three times in the maze of hallways, and you kept fumbling with every question asked of you. You were under the resident Dr. Kim for that shift, and would continue to be on his charge for the rest of the week. You were petrified because he was chief resident, but he urged you to drop formalities and just call him Seokjin. He was incredibly kind and understanding when you made mistakes (which was often).

Near the end of the shift, Seokjin had asked you to grab a suture kit so he could close up someone’s finger that had gotten sliced. You had agreed enthusiastically, eager to redeem yourself, but realized the second you stepped out of the room you had no clue where the sutures were kept.

Great.

You didn’t know what to do but you were NOT going back into there to ask and make a fool of yourself for the 20th time today. As nice as the resident was being to you, you didn’t want to test his patience either. You wanted to lock yourself into one of the closets and hide until they found you and kicked you out of medical school, because it felt inevitable at this point.

Right as you were contemplating ways to escape the hospital, you felt someone tap on your shoulder.

“Are you looking for something?”

Maybe your prayers had been answered, because when you turned around to see who was speaking you swear you saw an angel sent from the heavens for you. His smile was dazzling, with adorable dimples peeking out from the corners of his mouth, and his chestnut hair looked divinely soft as it swooped down onto his forehead. He brushed it out of his eyes, and you noticed that his arms looked strong and toned, and it only made you wonder what other muscles he must be hiding under his scrubs.

He looked like a sun-kissed god who had somehow gotten lost in the ER hallways. And from the way he was smirking at you, he could definitely tell you had been checking him out. Shit.

“D-do you know where the sutures are kept?”, you managed to squeak out. He grinned. It would be your luck that he procured exactly what you needed from his pants pocket at that moment. You weren’t going to die, after all.

“I always keep a few packs on me, it’s come in handy before. Do you need nylon or monofilament? Probably monofilament.” He muses to himself as he rummages through his pockets some more. He looks up at you and asks, “Do you know what size you need either, 4-0 or 3-0?” You shake your head. “That’s okay! I’ll just give you one of each just in case.” He takes your hand, placing the suture packets into your palm and sending you a dazzling smile.

You were so relieved you could cry. “Oh my God, I love you, thank you so much,” you blurted without thinking, immediately cringing at your words.

“Wow sweetheart, at least take me out to dinner before you confess like that.” You felt your cheeks burn from his words, and he must have noticed your embarrassment because his tone was more gentle when he spoke next. “First day?”

God, it must be that obvious that you’re a deer in the headlights right now. You nod, putting the sutures into your white coat pocket.

He looked down at your badge, reading your name and credentials. God, your name sounded so much nicer coming from his lips. “Medical student?” You nod again.

“I remember my first day, it was rough. It does get better though, I promise.” You nod dumbly once more, not fully believing him. He offers you a small smile. “Listen,” he says as he comes to stand behind you, lightly grabbing your shoulders and maneuvering you towards wherever he wants you to look. You could feel the heat of his touch through your thin hospital-issued scrubs and coat, and it sent your pulse running.

He pointed a little way down from you in the hallway. “Do you see that door? That’s the supply closet, it will have almost anything you ever will need, on a shelf with a label. If it’s not there, try asking the ER secretary,” he steers you a little more to the right, pointing to the center of the area to where the nurses’ desks are located. “They know if no one else does. And if they can’t help you, you can always come find me.” He turns you around so that you are facing each other now, removing his hands from your shoulders, and you almost miss the feel of his touch on you. He points to himself. “My name’s Hoseok, see?” He points to his badge. Hoseok Jung, RN.

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sighed in relief. He laughed, and you could almost swoon at how pretty he looked when his eyes crinkled up like that. “I guess that is my job, technically. But for someone as cute as you? Anytime,” he replied with a wink. And with that he turned around, leaving you with cheeks red again from the compliment he had added without a second thought.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t want me to give you mouth-to-mouth?” He pouted, his dimples poking out from the corners of his mouth, but you saw the twinkle in his eyes. Cheeky bastard.

You laugh at him instead of entertaining his comment, taking the tray from his hands and preparing for your mad dash back to the patient room before the resident came looking for you. “Thank you, Hoseok!”

“That wasn’t a no!” he called after you. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. He had come to your rescue again and again over the past few days, almost as if he knew exactly when you needed his help. Maybe you were growing immune to his charms (or maybe you were becoming emboldened by them), but you were less intimidated and a little more flirtatious with each new interaction with him lately.

You make it back to the patient’s room, and Seokjin even lets you assist with suturing and repairing the wound, under his supervision. The attending had come in shortly after and praised your handiwork as well. You were over the moon!

But your joy at helping in a procedure for the first time was short-lived. In the next three rooms you entered, the family and patient decided you were the best person on staff to yell at about their outrageous waiting times in the ER. The patient after that did not verbally abuse you, and you made what you thought was a stellar interrogation and clinical analysis, but as you presented to the attending he sent you back for 15 more questions you hadn’t thought to ask. You just wanted to go home to pass out or cry, you would be fine with either at this point.

As you go to enter the room of the last patient you are assigned for the shift, you see Hoseok wheeling his mobile scribing computer out as he finished taking the preliminary exam. “Hey,” you place a hand on his upper arm to catch him from leaving too soon. “Can you brief me real quick on what’s up? Seokjin was too swamped to give me many details.”

“Oh, yeah sure.” Hoseok pulls up the patient chart. “Kid came in with severe abdominal pain going on for a couple of hours now. He’s hypertensive at 160/90 but that’s likely due to pain, and he’s tachycardic at 110 bpm. All other vitals look okay,” he added as he scrolls through. “I did a super quick overall physical exam on him just to make sure he wasn’t going to code. Lungs sound clear, heart sounded okay, but I have to run to the trauma bay since they’re short-staffed tonight, so I wasn’t able to do anything too focused on exam,” he explains. “That should get you started off at least though.” He grins and starts walking backwards away from you, tugging his computer along with him. “See you later, angel!” You slide open the room’s door and send him a smile back. “Thanks, Hobi. Good luck!”

You go inside and confirm all of the findings that Hoseok mentioned to you with the patient. The pain is all over his abdomen he says, and he can’t tell you exactly where it’s coming from but it’s clear he’s in a lot of discomfort. You ask a few more pointed questions to try and narrow down your diagnosis, double-check that his lungs and heart sound normal, and tell the patient the doctor will be in shortly to discuss their plan of care.

You go back outside and find Seokjin and the attending to present your findings in the small conference room connected to the ER hallway. “25 year-old male presents with severe abdominal pain, dull in character with increased severity upon ingestion. Pain began within the past two hours but patient states that it has been getting increasingly worse, and has increased to an 8 out of 10. Reports having nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. Patient appears dehydrated which could be symptomatic of his condition or could be a result of his vomiting, and is tachycardic and hypertensive.”

Jin nods encouragingly, and the attending contemplates on what you have told him. “Good presentation, good initial history. Okay,” he continues, “what did you find on the physical exam?”

“His lungs appeared clear to auscultation and heart sounds were all normal, no murmurs noted. Patient did appear diaphoretic and feverish and had weakened grip strength and poorer motor skills than expected, but is capable of ambulation.”

The attending hums in response, looking over the patient’s chart. “Okay very good, no reason to suspect any cardiac or respiratory abnormalities. That’s important to ensure with all patients.” You beam, proud that you were at least ending the night on a high note and being praised for your work. “What else?”

You hesitate for a moment. “I believe that was everything, sir.”

“What about his abdomen?”

“Sir?”

He looks up at you from the computer. “What were your abdominal exam findings?” You can see Seokjin’s face pale slightly behind him, understanding what is happening.

You didn’t do it, you forgot. You didn’t examine the abdomen. Of a patient. With abdominal pain. You hear white noise ringing in your ears as panic sets in. “S-sir, I didn’t do a full abdomen exam.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “You didn’t do it?” You nod. “So then what were your differential diagnoses?”

You gulp. “I suspected appendicitis, diverticulitis, or colitis.”

“So what would be plan of care?”

You guess you had a chance to redeem yourself maybe now, if you were thorough with what you wanted to do with the patient. Maybe then the doctor would ease up on you some. “Initially manage pain and nausea with anti-emetic and pain relief medications. All of my differentials would be confirmed either by CT scan, most likely, so that would assist the patient in feeling better while imaging returns from radiology.” Hopefully, that was enough.

“I see,” the attending muses, looking back at the charts for a moment. You brace yourself for what he would say next. “So, you had made some ideas of what the patient could have going on, all abdominal-related, but,” he turns back towards you. “You didn’t even think to touch the patient first?”

Fuck. It had backfired. You wanted to melt into the ground. Seokjin offers you a sympathetic look from behind the attending as he grills you further while you shrink into your seat. You were getting your ass handed to you and you deserved it. You had to say something at this point; you would be damned if you had to keep working with this doctor who made the assumption that you were an enormous dumbass because of ONE mistake you made. You had to recover, and quick.

So you go with the first idea that comes to mind.

“Sir, I am regretful for not performing the physical exam myself, that was wrong of me to do,” you apologize. “I had spoken with the nurse assigned to this patient prior to taking the history, and he had told me that he had already done a physical exam and the findings should be in the chart from his records, but I suppose he failed to do so.”

You knew what you were doing wasn’t fair, but Hoseok was in the trauma bay and would never know. And you had to do something to save face or any chance you had at matching into emergency medicine were going to be gone at this rate. “I had higher expectations from him but it was my mistake for entrusting him to do that correctly.”

The attending is quiet as you make this excuse as believable and apologetic as possible, then scrolls through the chart. “It says Hoseok Jung was the nurse assigned to his care.” You bristle at hearing his name. “He’s usually incredibly thorough with his job,” the attending mentions in surprise. “I guess this time he didn’t record the findings as he normally would.” He turns to you now, and you pray for salvation from his wrath. “Next time, don’t rely on anyone else on staff. Make sure you do the exam yourself, and trust your own knowledge and intuition most. Others can be wrong, too.” He sighs, and you let out your own sigh of relief. “Okay, I’m going to go grab a coffee and I’ll take care of the patient from here.” He gets up and heads out the conference room door, but turns around to add one last comment before he goes. “Good work, Y/N.”

You thank every power in this universe for sparing you this once. Your recommendation letter was still safe, for now.

“Hey,” you hear the other person left in the room call out to you. You look over at Seokjin and feel a pang of guilt from the expression he has.

“I know what you were trying to do there.” He sounds disappointed, and you feel like a little kid, caught doing something they shouldn’t. You avert your eyes, opting to look down at your shoes instead of look at him directly. His tone softens some. “It’s been a rough week for you to start on, and it’s hard to get the hang of talking to patients and all. I don’t blame you for it, but it’s best to just own up to a mistake instead of bringing someone else into it.” He gets up from his seat to leave, and pauses as he walks by you to put a hand on your shoulder. You look up at him again.; his eyes are empathetic and understanding. “You must be exhausted. Go home and get some sleep, okay?” You nod, and he turns to leave out of the door.

God. You felt like such a colossal bitch. You close your eyes and rub your temples. At least the shift from hell was finally over, and you survived. You still had a chance to properly earn the respect of this attending, and you could finally enjoy your first day off tomorrow. You get up and head out of the conference room as well, closing the door behind you.

“Hey there,” you hear someone say to your left, and you jump. You look over and see Hoseok with his scribing computer, staring intently at the screen.

Your blood runs cold for a moment, and you look at him nervously. “Hey,” you answer quietly. “How was the trauma?”

He doesn’t move to look over at you as he responds. “Oh, they had it under control so they sent me back to this hall,” he says offhandedly as he resumes his typing.

“Oh.” You nod slowly, looking at the floor for a second, thinking to yourself in a panic. Fuck, what if he was right outside the room the whole time? Could he have heard you throw him under the bus like that? You look back over at him, very tentatively. He doesn’t seem as animated and charismatic as he usually is with you, his jaw clenched tight like he’s frustrated with something.

But maybe he’s just tired after a long shift, or had a bad patient? Right?

“Okay well, I’m done for the night so I’m going to finish up my charting,” you offer eagerly. He doesn’t move to even look at you, and the guilt comes creeping into your bones again. You turn and walk back towards one of the computer desks, swiping your badge to log in. You start typing notes up, but your thinking gets more and more muddled with every line you write.

There would probably have been so many other chances to recover from that one slip-up. Why did you act like it was the end of the world? Was it worth it just for the off-chance that you might get a good recommendation? You haven’t even liked this rotation so far. You sit in your chair, staring blankly at someone’s lab report from 4 hours ago mulling over whether or not you completely ruined your friendship with Hoseok.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear when the mobile computer rolls up behind you, and someone says your name quietly.

You jump, and you feel your ears turning pink as you recognize the voice, lacking its usual light-hearted tone. You turn to look at him, and his face was completely devoid of any emotion. You feel a chill go down your spine. “Can you help me get something from the supply room?”

God, he did. He must have heard you. You nod, not trusting yourself to say anything out loud, and get up to follow him meekly down the hall and into the supply closet, the same one he had pointed out to you on your first day. Ironic, somehow. Hoseok opens the door, motioning for you to walk in first, and you oblige.

He walks in after you, flipping on the lights and shutting the door behind him, locking it quickly. You barely have enough time to turn around to face him before you felt him move. He pushed you backwards, your back meeting the wall behind you with a soft thud. His forearms rested on either side of your head, propping himself up and caging you in. You look at him in surprise and can’t help yourself from letting out a small gasp. His jaw was still set but his eyes had turned overwhelmingly dark, swimming with anger.

You had expected Hoseok to yell at you, call you a bitch, threaten to tell the attending. Best case scenario, he actually needed your help getting something and you would be fine and he heard nothing. What you did not expect was this.

“So,” he starts, a lazy drawl to his voice, “I heard someone thinks she’s been around the block enough times to put a nurse in his place.”

Your cheeks burn at his words. “That’s not what I was-”

He cuts you off. “What did you say again?” He pulls back for a moment, pretending to be lost in thought. “You had ‘higher expectations’ of me?” He chuckles. “I’m sorry to be such a disappointment, princess.” The pet name sent shivers down your back.

God, you had really fucked up. “No, wait,” you push your hands up against his chest to try and get some space for a moment so you could explain yourself. You tried not to think about how firm he felt under your fingertips, and how your pulse was quickening from being in such close proximity to him. “I didn’t mean to-”

Hoseok moves so fast you don’t even fully process it, grabbing your wrists away from your feeble attempts to make room between you two and pinning them above your head. It takes everything in you to not gasp out loud, the action going straight to your core. What the fuck was happening right now?

“Shh,” he whispers condescendingly against your ear, your heart fluttering from his close proximity. “I think you’ve said plenty today, wouldn’t you agree? I think it’s my turn to talk, hmm?” He pulls back to look at you, a wolf-life expression engulfing his features. You swallow and nod dumbly. “Good girl,” he smirks, and you hold in the urge to moan out.

“Did you forget that I have been at this ER for three years?” He crowds your body against the wall, his chest flush against yours. “That I have more experience than you?” You felt breathless like you had been running for miles. You were losing your mind.

“That just because you’re a medical student,” he grabs your white coat and pulls you closer to him, making you shudder, “doesn’t mean you get to push me around like that?”

Your head was swimming and you had lost all coherent thoughts, but you were still desperate to clear the air between you. “If you just would let me explain-” Your words are cut off as Hoseok pulls back and places his hand across your mouth, muffling anything you have to say. Your eyes widen in anger and in arousal, and he smirks again.

“Didn’t I say no talking?” You try to protest, muffling words against his palm, and he lets out a sound of disapproval. “Are you going to be a good girl and listen?”

You actually moan out against his hand this time. Something about being at his complete mercy like this was unraveling you in ways you had never felt before, and he was clearly catching on. Hoseok grins, eyes swimming with lust, and leans in to whisper against your ear once more. “Oh? Does someone like being put in her place?” You moan out again, a muffled quiet admission. He uses his free hand to dip behind your white coat and pull you closer to him by the waist, until you lay flush against him.

“Sweetheart, I think you should remember,” He had pulled you so close against him that you could feel his growing arousal against your lower stomach. Your eyes roll back, and he chuckles. “If you didn’t have me, you still would be fumbling around the hallways, in a daze.” You could barely process his admonishing words at this point. You cant your hips towards his, desperate for any stimulation, and he groans deeply against the shell of your ear. You felt so fucked out, and he hadn’t even touched you.

Hoseok finally acquiesces, using his thigh to part your legs open, and you let out another muffled moan as he ground his leg up against you, offering you some relief. “Look at you, so desperate for me,” he traces the shell of your ear with his tongue, “grinding against me like a dirty whore.” You didn’t even realize it, but you were right; he had stopped moving and you were still chasing your pleasure, riding his muscular thigh without realizing it. “I can feel how soaked you are through both of our scrubs. So wet, just for me?” His words should have embarrassed you, but you were so far gone you didn’t care. It only turned you on more.

He pulls back from you suddenly, much to your displeasure, and you whine out in protest. “Oh I’m sorry angel,” he comments unapologetically, drawing his gaze up and down your body, “but only girls who behave themselves get what they want.” He had the cockiest look you had ever seen on his face, and you could feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes from frustration.

You could choke Hoseok right now, but you were too desperate for him to continue. You needed to reach your end. So you grabbed the hem of his scrub top. “I won’t do it again, I’ll be a good girl,” you begged, not even fully hearing yourself as you tried to pull him back and finish what he started. “I promise, please!”

The tears in your eyes, your flushed cheeks, the desperation in your voice. It was unraveling him too, though he didn’t want to admit it. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back with a groan. “I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson yet,” he tuts as he looks down at you again, his eyes hooded and you moan again, almost in relief. “I think you need me to remind you where you belong.”

At that exact moment, someone turns the key in the locked door, and Hoseok springs back away from you towards some of the shelving on the opposite side of the closet. Your thoughts are still flustered, not processing anything, and you stay pinned against the wall as though his hands are still on you, holding you there. The door opens to reveal none other than, as your luck would have it, Seokjin.

“Oh, Hoseok,” he starts, then notices your presence in the closet as well. His cheeks flush, and you are mortified. You must look like the definition of a hot mess. “Oh...Y/N… I thought your shift ended already?”

“Oh hey! It sure did!” You respond, sounding way too chirpy, pulling yourself up from the wall and towards Seokjin. You see out of the corner of your eye that Hoseok suppressing a laugh. How the fuck does he look completely unaffected and flawless, and you’re still trying to catch your breath? “I was just… making sure that we had enough supplies for next shift! There weren’t any laceration trays here earlier.”

He eyes the two of you wearily. “Okay… I guess so.”

Hoseok shrugs, back to his cheery self leaving his dark, dominating persona behind, as though he had flipped a switch. “Hey, Jin!” He exclaims as he walks over to the resident. “Y/N was just telling me about her amazing case with the kid with appendicitis! It’s a shame I forgot to write down the abdomen exam findings though.” Seokjin looked over at you in confusion. “She said she would teach me a thing or two about being a good clinician whenever she got a chance,” Hoseok adds while giving you a look laced with hidden meanings. You wanted to kill him.

Hoseok clapped Jin on the back. “I’ll see you later, man,” and he saunters out of the closet. Seokjin looks at you for a moment, looks out the door at Hoseok, decides not to press any further questions, and turns around and out the door. Leaving you alone, still incredibly affected, confused, and pissed.

a/n: this is my very first fic in a loooooooooooong time!! i got hit with some inspiration recently and wanted to try my hand at writing again, and i really like how it turned out considering i’m kinda rusty hehe. i hope you enjoyed reading this, i’m planning on making it into a bit of a series with a few more parts. thank you so much for reading!!

#hoseok x reader #hoseok smut #hoseok fanfic #jung hoseok x reader #jung hoseok #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts #bts scenario #jhope fanfic #jhope x reader #jhope #jhope scenario #bangtan au #nurse hoseok #jung hoseok scenario #medical au

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merrysithmas · 5 years ago

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hi! what are your predictions for boris and theo’s future after the end of the novel? are they going to move together and where - new york or antwerp? is boris going to get clean? is theo going to find out boris lied about his wife and kids? please share your thoughts I’m really curious!

I don’t have any predictions bc I know that Donna will just ruin their lives - Lmao. But my FANTASY is that Theo becomes some kind of tenured art professor that travels back and forth from NYC to London with his grants from the high-brow University he works for — he’s head of Art History and looks up to the Dean of his school as a mentor and mother-figure (can’t get away from that one, can ya Theo).

Boris works in his underground Odessa mafia crime syndicate - stationed in Antwerp but often traveling to NYC, Tel Aviv, Miami, Budapest, London, Amsterdam, and various other places — Theo kind of on the DL works as his stony-faced accountant being a bit knowledgable on the laundering and financial fraud end of things himself (he used to dabble in millions in art fraud himself) and fine arts consultant, and everyone knows they are these inseparable partners of unknown dynamic. Boris, flippant and personable and wily, Theo quiet and elitist and aloof - always at each other’s sides.

So Theo’s become a bit of a “we have to find lost and stolen relics and return them to the places where they truly belong, or the very least to a museum!” and uses his grant money from his University to investigate such matters and has been successful in several returns (cue proud newspaper articles that Hobie framed and puts up on the mantle) and has brought some amount of prestige to the University.

However Theo’s philanthropic fixation often clashes with Boris’ “holy fuck this is worth 300 million dollars” attitude and there are hijinx, usually with Boris always caving and/or Theo making it worth his while by appealing to his Boris-ly interests (i.e. “Please I need your resources to go to Syria” “Are you fucking kidding me? For what a plank of wood?” “It’s a sacred Persian relic and it’s in the hands of people like Martin!” “Listen to my words, Potter. It is. plank. of fucking. wood.” “Fuck you, Boris. There will be gold.” “... Gold? How much gold exactly?”).

So as Theo dabbles in Boris’ life, Boris also pops up in Theo’s, unexpectedly interrupting Theo’s lectures in the halls of European museums, waving to the kids, pulling Theo away for “just a moment” as he explains someone in the museum in trying to kill him insisting they “switch coats” and Theo has to hide him in the archives. Or he plops down while Theo is eating outside in a café in Strasbourg, casually sitting down across from him while Theo grades papers and smiles to himself at the familiar shadow falling on his gradebook (they eventually get into a fight and Theo calls him a “walking contraceptive” before he blusters off and Boris is left to eat the rest of Theo’s brunch in the company of a bunch of diners who are side-eying him, taking to reading a paper Theo left behind while finishing his Gerwurztraminer).

Or Boris is exhuasted, burning the midnight oil, black rings under his eyes, thinner than usual, wiry and punkish, under the gun, dead asleep on Theo’s couch in his office at his London library University headquarters, and Theo carefully tucks a heavy woolen blanket around his shoulders as he sleeps like the dead, deep tired breaths, safe, at home, as the rain pours down like a flood outside and Theo smokes quietly in the dark working on another grant proposal.

Or Theo turns up at Boris’ door in Antwerp, late nightcap after a surprise flight for a conference and seminar that he hasn’t told Boris about, and he sees Boris has barely eaten for weeks, holed up after trying to figure he and his gang’s way out of some absolute fuckery they got themselves into and losing one of his longtime members in the process — grieving and he can’t show anyone else and it hurts. And Theo runs his hand through Boris’ hair, and Boris closes tired, red eyes. And Theo is cooking him a meal at 3am, putting on some boiling hot tea, insisting he “come home” for a while. To New York.

New York City in the winter — operas and symphonies — snow falling like feathers and covering Central Park, winter holidays from school and Theo doesn’t have work, gallery events at museums that Boris can complain about - the Old Rich Hierarchal stuffiness - the insulting of which always makes him feel a bit better. Old movies and (bad, hard) drugs and stealing shit for old times sake from Duane Reade even though Boris has enough money for the two of them to span three lifetimes. Hot showers after getting in from the freezing cold and Theo’s apartment is meticulous and Boris disturbs it like a tornado. And they sleep in and for some brief moments, sometimes, tipped over vodka bottles, creaking floorboards in the night, city sounds and Vegas-bright Christmas lights, it’s like they’re kids again.

Meanwhile on the other end Boris’ gang is like a second family to Theo — Myriam, Gyuri, Cherry, Anatoly, Shirley T, Dima (and all their girlfriends, wives, boyfriends - sometimes all three): one is constantly showing up in rotation somehow in Theo’s life. Either randomly in London pulling him off the street “casually” SWEARING he’s not the subject of an assassination plot, or turning up sheepishly and/or desperately at his doorstep for some Boris un-sanctioned advice that Theo feels he is not exactly equipped to give (advice on girlfriends or spurned wives or cheating or kids or haircuts or boobjobs or what’s “in fashion in New York”) but they keep showing up like he’s the crew psychologist so he just pulls out the dining chair at this point. Myriam, now a close friend forged by their mutual taste for the High End of life, keeps an eye on Boris for Theo when Theo is across the ocean — she knows why, of course, they all do, an open secret. The whole gang has them, a criminal syndicate of misfits.

And one day Theo comes to Boris with a proposal to go to Siberia to retrieve an ancient sacred object called The Divine Source (an source of immortality) that was coveted and obscured by the Soviet Union and Boris is like fuck no Fuck no because if there is one place on Earth that Boris fears and sends a shiver up his spine and he doesn’t fuck with - it’s Mother Russia. Growing up in post-Soviet countries it’s an unspoken unanimous agreement among the gang, an overhanging government that has mostly wanted or had their eyes on them all since they were kids for various reasons - stealing or living on the street or used by street gangs - something you don’t want to get involved with or retamper.

And Theo’s a bit obtuse, still American for all his worldly ventures and education, having grown up in relative privilege from a sociological standpoint, and is super upset about Boris’ refusal to help (and thus, his gang’s refusal to help) - thinking they’re overreacting or being bombastic about their fears. The Dean is insisting on his help and Boris has long held suspicions about this lady and has kept it to himself because of Theo’s adulation of her (Boris knows Theo and mother figures are let’s say, a sensitive spot). Not wanting to disappoint the University (and moreover - her) Theo says fine he’ll just go alone to which Boris freaks the fuck out claiming its dangerous and he’s going to get himself killed and the Dean is an untrustworthy bitch who is manipulating him.

Cue an all-out end-of-times fight with Theo basically saying fuck him for all time, he’s done. And Theo leaves for Siberia by way of Syria, and Boris is fuming, left behind.

Long story short Theo gets betrayed by the Dean in a moment of gutwrenching horrifying realization - he was being used, Boris was right, now she has the relic and he’s going to die alone and freezing to fucking death, shot by some operative from the secret organization that Dean is in — he hears footsteps, sees the armored guard walking towards him with a gun, feels his stomach drop and braces himself and then Pow - the guy falls to the ground after a blow to the head revealing— Boris, behind him.

And Theo, overjoyed, alive, is asking how the fuck he got here, what he’s doing here— to which Boris replies incredulously Who do you think has been keeping you safe all this time?

Then Boris, who is very much on edge in this place, gets captured and tortured and Theo is forced to find and hand over the Divine Source in exchange for his life — which he does, terrified of the Source getting into their hands but more terrified of losing Boris. The Source is then greedily opened and eats all of their souls (because of moral impurity reasons but spares Theo and Boris for their self-sacrifcing devotion to each other) a la Raiders of the Lost Ark because of what Theo discovers, excitedly, was a mistranslation in Aramaic (thief of eternal life, not giver) and Boris is like — talk about what do you call it? false advertising.

So they return back to Antwerp with nothing but they’ve got each other and they snooze hard on each other on the plane ride back — several pounds of gold glinting away in Boris’ carry-on under the seat, alongside some old notes of other obscure and stolen relics, because he unknowingly picked up the Dean’s bag, not his, when escaping the sacred city.

So basically their life is a mix of Lara Croft video games (when I got the Divine Source storyline lmao but added a few things), Eastern Promises, The Odd Couple, The Da Vinci Code, and dark academia mixed with shitton of doping. With this mostly unspoken bi-continental devotion to each other over-arching it all.

#ask #anon #these hcs brought to you by myself and terriblygrimm #the goldfinch #boreo #sorry this is so long #soft fantasies lol where they live

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haechanluvr04 · 5 years ago

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ROYALTY!BTS

I’ve been daydreaming about this recently

Kim Namjoon

. Commander in the army of the Kim kingdom

. Close to the king

. Also Jin’s personal bodyguard

. Came from outside the kingdom and was born into a poor family

. Taken in to train because the commander at the time saw potential in him

. They saw him hunting in the woods for animals (since his family couldn’t afford to buy meat)

. Very educated in literature and the arts

. Has billions of poems that he’s too unconfident to publish that he reads to Jin

. Has had eyes on the king’s sister princess Jisoo ever since they were young (she kinda has eyes for him too)

. Jin’s keen on getting her married now

. Finds fairytale book fascinating and often reads them in his spare time

. Favourite book is beauty and the beast (cuz Belle reminds him of Jisoo☺️)

. Master at fencing and currently teaching prince Jungkook

. DIMPLESSSS!!!!!

. His friendly aura naturally makes him popular in the kingdom and has all the ladies in the palace swooning over him

. Mistakes all the attention he gets as a bad thing

“Every time I walk past all their heads turn, I can’t help but feel judged”

. Jin doesn’t help

“Omg yeah they all think you’re a massive twat especially Jisoo”

Kim Seok Jin

. King of the Kim empire

. Father passed away making him the youngest king in the region

. This leads onto him believing that he’s too inexperienced and not fit enough for the throne

. Prefers when people call him ‘highness’ or ‘sir’ since the thought of being king still terrifies him

. Often takes trips to the Jeon empire to ask for advice and build strong bonds

. Even though he thinks he’s unfit to rule the people and well-being of his kingdom have benefitted massively since he was crowned

. Would’ve found joon and jisoo’s relationship cute if he was a prince from another kingdom but considers him his brother

. Which is why he finds it gross and incestuous

“You know I could throw u in prison if you two get married”

. Speaking of gross - can’t stand his cousin

. Thinks he wastes resources throwing all these extravagant parties but at least he isn’t doing nothing

. He’s known far and wide for his kind hearted ness and stunning good looks

“You know, joon, they call me worldwide handsome now”

“Who? The voices in your head”

Park jimin

. Wealthy noble living inside the palace

. Jin’s childhood bestie

. Mother was a dancer which explains why he grew up alongside Jin and joon

. Whore for Masquerades and Balls

. Helps Tae organise all the palace events even if it’s just a tea party for Jisoo and her friends

. Has met and danced with Hoseok unknowingly many times

. Knows it’s him but doesn’t know it’s hobi if that makes sense (cuz of the masks)

. Aggressive gay for hobi

. Father always used to push him to be manly which is why he became a dancer to directly rebell

“Who cares if I’ve never touched a sword in my life, at least I’m prettier than half the people in this kingdom”

Kim Tae Hyung

. Cousin to the king

. Close with Jimin

. Ran away from his parent’s home cuz they wanted him to have an arranged marriage

. People assume he’s afraid of commitment but he actually finds marriage sacred and believes that one day he’ll find the right one

. Now living in the palace permanently temporarily

. Believes you should value the finer things in life - hence all the parties

. Finds Balls a great way to meet new people from outside the kingdom

. Always hopes that he will find his soulmate

. Sadly doesn’t, but he knows they’re out there

. Has a keen eye for Jewellery and is planning to open a business as a way to show gratitude to the king

. Also like Jin he’s been getting a lot of attention recently not only for his parties but for his angelic appearance

“Jin, please let me throw another Ball, pretty please!”

“ITS LITERAKKY BEEN A WEEK!”

Min Yoon Gi

. Adviser to prince Jungkook of the Jeon empire

. Kinda like a manager for jk

. Takes him to various events and kingdoms to teach him how to behave when he becomes king

. Used to be a musician for the palace until jk’s 16th birthday when he was appointed adviser at his practice coronation

. Grew up with Hoseok as they were both in the choir when they were boys

. But then puberty.......and hobi joined the army

. Skilled in fencing but gets carried away when he’s teaching jk which is why he prefers to be taught by joon

. Slight drinking problem?

. Calls it acquired taste

. Says he can tell the difference between red and white wine by the sound

. Actually maybe he was drunk.....or a genius

. Jk never listens to him even though he’s his fricking adviser

. But he’s still maturing and he has a soft spot for the young prince anyways

. Has faith that he’ll be a great ruler

“Whatever you do Jungkook, don’t ride that horse”

“.......I think I’m gonna ride that horse”

Jung Ho Seok

. Knight and personal bodyguard of prince Jungkook

.LITERALL KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR

. Appointed personal bodyguard at jk’s 16th birthday

. Super super loyal to the Jeon empire

. Would die for the jungkook in an instance

. Often doesn’t think before he does things which is why having yoongi working with him is useful

. They work in a weird yin-yang kind of relationship

. Can be very damaging helpful for the prince as he’s learning

. Very skilled with knives and bows and arrows making him look really cool in front of the prince

. Extremely caring, always asks jk if he’s alright when he’s protecting him

. Radiant smile never fails to make jk feel better when he’s upset

. Also a very keen dancer and he always takes jk with him to every ball the Kim empire throw

. Bonus cuz he gets to see jimin and jk gets to hang out with joon

“Look at it this way, yoongi, by taking Jungkook to this ball, not only am I enhancing his social skills but I’m also showing him how to behave when he has to throw his own parties in the future, everyone wins”

Jeon Jung Kook

. Prince and heir to the Jeon empire

. Basically being raised by yoongi and hobi for these past few years, he’s grow a lot more confidence, but that doesn’t neglect the fact fact that this boy is still shy shy shy

. Idk if hanging around 1 and a half crackheads helps boost your confidence but whatever floats your boat i guess

. Never really being able to talk or trust anyone growing up lead to his timid nature

. However this gives him a strong sense of sympathy and understanding, never hesitating to help someone in need

. Enjoys painting outside and horses🤠

. Horse girl

. Looks up to Namjoon a lot since he’s really smart, good looking, can fight, really cool etc. hobi gets highkey pissed every time he starts talking about joon

. He also looks up to him because that’s what he considers a great ruler, and Namjoon is who he aspires to be

. Found yoongi annoying at first, telling him what to do and what not to do

. Only started listening after that horse he told him not to ride kicked him in the dick

. Didn’t believe Hoseok was a real knight until he saved him from two kidnappers disguised as guests at a ball they were at

. His prejudices only fueled his love for the two of them now

. Yoongi taught him to be well mannered, cultured, respective, and honest

. Whereas Hoseok taught him how to survive with only a dagger and his hope

. The combination of the two couldn’t make up for a better king

“Would you like some free samples”

‘Yoongi would kindly accept them and eat but hobi would drop kick this grandma and dispose of the poison’

“I’m actually a vegan, I can’t eat blueberries”

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bee-tee-ess1 · 5 years ago

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JOONie

- intellectual

- finds philosophical meaning in dog’s poop

- thinks he’s cool-- but isn’t

- cultural hoe

- translator

- extremely clumsy

- breaks everything-- god of destruction

- the office look *stares into the camera*

- always trying his best

- loves sharing random interesting facts-- fun fact: they’re not

- in desperate need of a vacation

- tired of ur shit

- can’t tell left from right

- IQ of 148-- but can’t cut an onion

- names objects and plants

- loves long walks through nature while listening to calming music

- perfect boyfriend material

- the one at a sleepover who wakes everyone up at 3am to discuss some deep philosophical shit

- puts red bull + some chopped fruit in an bowl and calls it cooking

Ji-i-i-i-n

- the mom friend

- worldwide handsome, u know?

- a comedy genius

- weird windshield wiper laugh

- DAD JOKES

- takes credit for raising you

- does what he wants-- screw BigHit, it’s JinHit

- eats enough for 10 people

- works out for 5 min and then eats a huge pizza

- extra AF

- looks like a hoe. actually isn’t

- videogames over people

- cooking skills that would make gordon ramsey proud

- tells jokes & stories no-one laughs at

- is the oldest-- acts like the youngest

- endearing

- goes out of his way to make others smile

- loud AF-- is actually a shy bean

- can’t dance but does it anyway

- can’t rap but does it anyway

- confidence level: 10000000%

Agust D

- spits fire

- tongue technology

- sleeps 24/7-- but extremely productive

- grumpy grandpa

- ‘is he asleep or in a coma?’

- never goes out without earphones

- resting bitch face

- dog person

- gets drunk & rants about capitalism at parties

- embarrassed by friends

- lives off coffee and leftovers from the night before

- alcohol knowledge

- rough exterior and soft interior

- cusses a lot

- reads psychology research papers in spare time

- dreams of becoming a rock

- gives zero f*cks

- not afraid of screenshots-- ‘i know what i said’

Hobi

- ‘i’m your hoe, you’re my hoe’

- literal sunshine

- organizing skill level: 100000000%

- leader qualities

- extremely anxious-- but good at hiding it

- don’t give him alcohol

- a cry baby

- chaotic AF

- loud bish

- scared of everything

- his smile makes flowers grow

- dance god

- cries on the inside all the time

- loves sprite more than life itself

- hopeless optimist

- can’t sit still

- makes weird noises

- go big or go home

- uses emojis and text lingo a lot

- secretly in a girl group

ChimChim

- says sorry all the time

- heart of gold

- too pure for this world

- looks innocent. also looks like a stripper

- dance major

- ‘contemporary IS an artform!’

- *dramatic 360° ballet spin*

- has tequila with every meal

- attention whore

- high-key has the hots for miiiin yooooongiii

- will slap a bish if they hurt taetae

- everyone’s emotional support

- huge perfectionist

- fuck gender stereotypes

- can’t sit properly

- literally ROFL

- needs reassurance and validation

- desperate for physical attention

- will flirt with a plant

- even your dad is in love with him

TaeTae

- believes in aliens

- probably high

- has a list of future baby names

- very moody

- fasion icon-- turns anything into an accessory

- innocent farmer boi

- everyone’s baby

- king of dry humour-- invented deadpan

- Jimin’s ride or die bish

- muscle kink for jungkookie

- voice lower than the ocean

- endless facial expressions

- befriends everyone

- his stare will pierce your soul

- human rights activist

- every girl’s dream GBF

- binge watches movies and anime

- needs to pat every dog

- walking meme part 1

Kookie

- walking meme part 2

- angel vocals

- good at everything-- pro film maker. pro gamer. pro artist. pro athlete

- can bench the entire fanbase

- speaks while eating-- ‘food is life’

- introverted

- scared of anything with a vagina

- spaces out every 0.5 second

- ‘words are hard sometimes’

- disaster gay

- awkward around strangers

- seems arrogant- is an actual sweetheart

- seriously whipped for taetae

- makes edits of namjoon’s thighs in spare time

- videogames over sleep-- sold his soul to satan for gm in overwatch

- hopeless romantic

- e-boy and he knows it

- teen angst personified

- ‘do they make a color darker than black?’

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worldwide-winner · 6 years ago

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summary: It’s only when he gets a girlfriend that you realize you have feelings for your roommate and best friend Jeon Jungkook. You tumble further into confusion as you realize you also have feelings for your other roommate and bff Park Jimin

Warnings: Drug mentions, drinking

After grocery shopping with the boys and getting crepes, the sun was already setting. Time had flown by and now you were peacefully scrolling on your phone from the comfort of your couch. Your peace was broken when your phone started vibrating aggressively, signaling the income of many texts.

You opened the group chat feeling more annoyed than you should.

Dance king: '____ ____'

Worldwide Handsum: '____ come to this party'

Tae: 'yeah, its lit'

Jimin walked up and looked over your shoulder. You sighed and typed up a quick response, "Sorry, don't feel like getting drunk and doing something I'll regret." Send.

Three dots popped up on the bottom of the screen.

Dance King: 'But ____, you don't have to drink.'

Tae: 'Yeaah wdym? Just come for the tunez and experience'

You rolled your eyes. They wouldn't stop bugging you until you gave in.

Worldwide Handsum: 'plus we need a ride. our last uber driver was rlly shady'

Tae: 'pls uwu'

You clicked your tongue and tapped away, "Why can't you just stay there?"

Tae: 'Gross, last time they spent the night I found Hobi naked on the table'

You chuckled, remembering when Tae called you, only to scream into the phone about how traumatized he was. "See u in 10. Bringing Chim w me." Jimin punched your shoulder lightly. "You didn't even ask!" you shrugged and smirked, "You would've come anyway."

It didn't take long to get ready. You changed into a lighter shirt and applied minimal makeup. Jimin was quick too, only changing into a comfier (but still fashionable) outfit and brushing out his hair. He drove since your car was in the shop. The house was massive and flashing lights poured out of the open windows.

You and Jimin walked side by side past the kids smoking on the porch and into the loud house. The music blared so loud that you could barely hear yourself think. You nudged Jimin, "Taehyung really outdid himself this time!" you shouted over the noise. He just nodded at you. "Speaking of Tae, where is he?" You shrugged. "Let's split. Text me when you find him." He smiles and nods, stepping out into another room.

You wander through a crowded hallway when you're roughly pulled into a dark closet. "What the heck?! Who is it?" you blink in the darkness and your eyes slowly adjust. "It's just me.." Taehyung's voice calms you. "Tae? What are you doing in a closet?! Is this a metaphor for something...?" you teased.

"What?! No! Listen I'm hiding from someone. You slid down the wall to sit on the floor. "What happened?" He sits next to you. He's wearing a hideous cashmere turtle neck and jeans with gaping holes that leave his knees exposed. It would look horrendous on anyone else, but he manages to pull it off. "Well..." He brushes his pink hair out of his eyes. "You know the life of a party goer is preeeetty wild." You narrow your eyes at him as he continues. "There's the basic three things: Drugs, sex, and alcohol."

"Oh my god, you do drugs?!" He holds up a finger and glances away. "Well..." He bites his lip, pondering over his words. "Okay, so there's this guy that I usually go to. Not the best, but his prices aren't bad-" "Taehyung." You stop him, "You're crazy. You know that this is illegal, right?!" He throws a glare your way.

"You sound like my mom! Can I finish?" You press your lips into a thin line and grunt. "ANYWAYS... I was trying to throw him some hints. Y'know, just to say that his product quality is degrading a lil." You sighed. "What were these 'hints' then?" He coughs awkwardly and plays with his sleeves. "I stopped paying him." Your mouth drops. There is no doubt. Kim Taehyung is the biggest idiot you know.

You slap him upside his head and he yelps. "What the hel-" "YOU MORON! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" he frantically covers your mouth with both hands and hisses "He'll hear us!!!" You lick his palms and he releases you with a disgusted look on his face. "Listen, he's here right now, and he probably won't be happy when he sees me. He might even gun me down." His eyes widen and start watering and he clasps his hands together, holding them in front of his chest. "I can't die, ____, I'm too young, too gentle, too-"

"Okay Tae, what do you want from me?" He smiles slyly, "I just want you to get him out of here." You squint in disbelief. "If you want me to flash him then my answer is no." He raises his hands in defense, "Hey, I didn't even think of that! Good idea though." He smirks and continues, "I was just gonna have you say I'm not home and give him the money." You unfold your arms that you'd unknowingly crossed.

"Here's the money." He presses a white envelope into your palm and you tuck it in your shirt. "Alright. I'll come to get you when he's gone." He smiles and grabs your head to squish his cheek against yours. "Ew don't touch me." You giggle and push yourself up from the floor. "I'll be waiting!" He sings and you shake your head as you step out.

You have to squint as your senses are flooded with everything. The music pounds into your eardrums and the lights blind you. Someone grabs your arm and pulls you into their chest. You turn and see Jimin giving you a puzzled look. "Oh, hey," you say softly. "I thought you didn't drink?" It was more of a question than a statement. "I- What?" you gently shove him.

"What makes you think I've been drinking?" You ask and he chuckles, "You just look so out of it." You roll your eyes and huff, "Yeah, that's probably because I've been in a closet for the past 15 minutes." He gives you a questioning look. "Tae's in trouble with a drug dealer. I gotta go find the guy."

"Here, let me go with you! Sounds dangerous." He grabs your hand, enclosing it in his. "What does the guy look like?" You groan again. "Didn't ask. I'll text him." You pull out your phone and text Tae. Your phone beeps and you pull Jimin through the crowded house. "Over 45, glasses, and pug-faced. Likely to have a girl on each arm."

Not too long after, you finally find him and he's surprisingly nice. You apologized about 50 times for Tae's idiotic actions and promised that it would never happen again and even follow him to the front door to ensure his departure. You sigh as you stare out the window. Jimin throws his arm around you to pull you closer. "____ I-"

You jerk away and feign shock. "I forgot, we need to get Tae!" You rush to the closet, your face flushing. This is normal. Jimin is always touchy. You slept with him wrapped around you last night for pete's sake! So why did it seem like there was something more to his show of affection? You tore open the closet door.

Taehyung is quick to spring up. "Let's go party!" He pulls you to the kitchen. It's surprisingly empty besides the few boys from your small friend group. Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok. Even Min Yoongi was there. "Hey! Hoseok shouted. "I haven't seen you since...." He taps his chin in thought. "Hobi. I saw you yesterday." You mutter. "Ohhhhh yeah!"

They were wasted. Seokjin stumbled over to you and you gripped his waist to keep him from falling. "____" He slurred, "I officially signed the papers... Joonie too. I-" Hiccup. "We're your new dads." You laughed and shook your head. "Gee, thanks, dad." He ruffles your hair a little too roughly and leaves to pour another cup of an ominous looking liquid into his cup.

The atmosphere suddenly turns awkward and Taehyung is quick to break the tension. "Let's play a game! Bring the pitcher, we're moving this party to the basement." Hobi lets out a too loud whoop and the group follows Tae out of the kitchen. Somewhere along the journey Jimin joins in and when you turn to him he flashes you a confused look.

You ignore it and the group halts as you reach the basement door. Taehyung always keeps it locked even though there's nothing of value stored there. It's where he could be himself with his friends and not have to keep up the rich host act.

He stepped aside to let you file down the stairs and you kept a close watch on the others, making sure they didn't tumble down. Once you were there, you clicked on the lights and Taehyung cut in front of you to spread pillows out on the floor. Everyone sat on a pillow in a small circle and poured themself a cup from the pitcher. Tae, who sat across from you, handed you a cup. You were too lazy to fight him. One cup couldn't hurt.

He groaned as he stretched his arms up, "It's so nice to get away from all the noise. Being the life of the party can be sooooo exhausting." You roll your eyes. "Then why do it? Why host parties and get wasted all the time?"

He gazes into your eyes before turning them to the ceiling. "It makes me forget how sad and lonely I am, I guess..." He opens his mouth to speak again but Namjoon drunkenly interjects. "That's dark, dude..." "Didn't know you were so emo" Yoongi adds.

Taehyung scoffs and Jimin changes the subject. "Let's play a game or something!" Everyone agrees. You end up playing truth or dare and the game is surprisingly tame. All the truths are about who has a crush on you and it's hard to believe that you're with 20-year-old men. The dares are mild too. Just kisses and prank calls. Finally, you decide to wrap it up and the group heads back upstairs.

The party has mostly died down, just a few couples making out in various corners and a group of people dancing. Tae turns off the music and cups his hands around his mouth to shout, "PARTY'S OVER PEOPLE TIME TO GO HOME!" To which they groan and stumble out of the oversized house. Jimin grabs your shoulder, "Let's get these guys home."

You look at Tae whos now picking up shards of glass from a vase while grumbling. "You know what Jimin? I think I'll stay here and help clean up." You turn back to Jimin, "Besides, I didn't even realize Joon and Yoongi were here. We can't even all fit in the car." He frowns and nods. "Are you sure though? I can drive back... I don't mind." You smile and pinch his cheek assuringly. "Of course, Jiminie. Just be careful driving!" He smiles widely and leaves with the four drunken men.

"Why are you still here?" Taehyung squints at you, holding a trash bag. You shrug and smile, "I figured I could help clean up... It can't be fun to fix this all by yourself." You motion to the messy living room. He nods with a small smile and you both busy yourself with cleaning.

By the time you finish, it's 3:30 in the morning and you're exhausted. Tae leads you to his large bedroom and you both plop down on the king sized bed, staring at the ceiling. "You sure you don't want to change into some pajamas? I'm sure they'd fit you." He asks, not making a single move. You groan. His designer, silk pajama set would probably feel like heaven but honestly? "I'm too tired to move."

"Same." he mumbles. "How can you be so lonely?" You ask, bringing up the conversation you had in the basement. He rolls over to face you and you do the same. He hums, looking at the ceiling again. "I know it may sound cheesy but... I wonder if anyone will really love me." You snort and he looks back at you.

"What are you saying? Everyone loves you." You sigh. He frowns. "You really believe that? I thought you were smarter." You gasped, offended, but let him continue. "They love the guy who's open to trashing his house every weekend. I doubt half of them even know my last name..." He trails off and you reach out to grab his hand. "You know our lil squad is always here for you Tae. We all love you, we just express it differently. Someday you'll find the right person."

He smiles and ruffles your hair with his free hand before pulling the covers up and you both drift off.

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k00kie-krumbl3 · 5 years ago

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Lipstick Stains & Bruises

{Jimin’s POV}

Walking back upstairs, I tried to open the door only to realize it’s locked. “What are you doing Jimin?” Eliza asked, making me jump up in fright as I wasn’t expecting her.

“Sorry you scared me, I thought the bathroom was here, guess someone is already using it,” I lied, giving her a nervous laughter.

“Oh the bathroom is right here,” she said pointing at the bathroom on my right.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, thanking her as she soon left, looking at my phone I felt silly to think that (y/n) would actually want to hang out with me. I mean she made it very clear that she didn’t do friends.

Sighing, I soon walked back into the party, laughing at crazy antics that Jungkook did or talking to Eliza and Taehyung. Yet, I couldn’t stop glancing up at the stair case every once in awhile. Hoping that (y/n) will come down at least once.

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{Y/n’s POV}

“Huh? So the vampire finally decides to show up I see?” Allen chuckled humorlessly,

“Listen I already had to deal with Elaine’s shit. I don’t want to deal with yours,” I stated, soon sitting down next to Allen.

Allen was Elaine’s ex boyfriend. After she met Hoseok, her feelings towards Allen changed. She was more bitchy, more conservative, and less affectionate. Allen grew tired of it and they began to fight. To the point that Elaine broke up with him. Telling him that it’s all his fault and that if he paid more attention to her and less to me that they will still be together. Of course that was a lie, Allen and I are just friends and even if I were to have a crush on him, it wouldn’t have mattered because Elaine’s well Elaine. She will take whatever she wants, by any means necessary, even if it results in her younger sister’s pain.

“Why didn’t I date you?” Allen asked, puffing out smoke from his cigarette.

“Probably because you fell under the spell of the wicked witch of the west. Ignoring my warnings and getting hurt in the end,” I told him, making him nudge me as I bursted out in giggles.

“Hey make yourself at home kid. You know where the beers are at,” he smirked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“Nah I’m good. Where’s Ollie by the way?” I asked him, Oliver was his step brother. A big contrast to Allen who was more dark and gloomy, Oliver was more bubbly and cheerful, not a big surprise if Jimin and him were to become friends to be honest.

Soon realizing who I was thinking about, I quickly began to choke on my own spit. Allen quickly getting up and heading over to me,

“You good doll face?”

“Jimin?!” I asked myself, Allen giving me a confused face only to smirk.

“No way! No fucking way! You caught feelings for someone! Fucking finally! You’ve been moping about that Jae loser for months now,” Allen chuckled, only for me to glare at him as I kicked him in the shin, making him double over in pain.

“Shut up!” I growled, heading over to the kitchen, getting myself a can of coke.

Walking back, I soon saw Matt walk in, curly dirty blonde hair structuring his blue eyes that looked almost purple and plaid red shirt which was a bit ripped on the sides. His jeans ripped in some parts and dusty brown boots making imprints on the floor boards.

“Mattie!” I exclaimed, hugging him as he chuckled and began to ruffle up my hair.

“Hey kiddo! Long time, no see! The evil twins got you all down?” he asked.

Here’s the thing between Matt and Al. Matt dated my sister Eliza, Eliza is more of a sweetheart but with Elaine she is still a sweetheart but also two-faced. Aka she will stab you in the back. Let’s just say she also joined in on the cheating wagon.

“Something like that,” I replied,

“Pssh. As if. When you called me I could barely make out half the words you were saying!” Allen called out.

“Literally Allen shut up,” Matt gruffed, flicking the side of Allen’s head making him whimper out.

It truly is funny, the difference between the two as Allen had instead of curly dirty blonde hair, he had mahogany brown hair, with brown eyes that when reflected at a certain angle looked a bit reddish. He wore a skin tight tank top with a burgundy bomber jacket and dirty ripped blue jeans with red converse shoes. They really didn’t look like siblings. If anything, I looked more related to Allen then Matt or Oliver combined.

“Hey doll! Who’s Jimin?” He drawled, red orbs staring me down, as I felt my eye twitch.

“Oh chick-a-dee found a lover?” Matt smirked,

“What?! Oh goodness! Oh goodness! You finally found someone! Oh (y/n) that’s wonderful news!” Oliver exclaimed, dropping the bags he had on the floor as he came over to the table I was currently sitting at and hugged me.

For someone who looks small and scrawny, he had a death grip when it came to hugs. Giggling at his excitement, I soon pouted as I told him that I didn’t find someone and that I don’t have a crush on anyone, glaring at Allen for the false accusation.

Oliver soon nodded his head, baby blue eyes almost glowing in understanding, soon looking at his blonde hair I realized it was now a pinkish blonde.

“Oh my gosh! You dyed your hair!” I called out, making him chuckle.

“Yup did it a few months ago. Ah~ but sadly the color is coming back,” he sighed, chuckling at my shocked state.

“I really wasn’t expecting that,” I told him, “honestly I thought Allen would dye his hair,” I exclaimed.

“I am not going to let my hair die!” He stated,

“You mean damage you dimwit? Your hair is already dead,” Matt corrected, rolling his eyes.

Chuckling at the duo, I felt my phone buzz. Looking down I saw Hoseok just texted me.

[7:35pm] From Hobi: Hey where are you?

[7:36pm] From (y/n): Hey! I’m at Al’s. The wicked-

Soon realizing I was about to call his girlfriend the wicked witch of the west, I quickly deleted the saying, chuckling to myself. Allen perked up and looked at me, before he can ask I told him what happened, instead of seeing him laugh along with me he gave me a glare or really my phone a glare before looking back at the blank tv screen.

‘Someone’s still salty,’ I thought, soon finishing my text to Hobi.

[7:36pm] From (y/n): Hey! I’m at Al’s. Elaine and I had a fight and I needed to escape for a bit. I’ll need a ride though! Think you can get me?

Getting up, I grabbed the controller and put on Netflix. Watching the latest shows, I felt my phone buzz again. Unlocking it I read Hoseok’s message.

[7:38pm] From Hobi: Sorry sweetheart. El and I are going out after dinner. Jimin offered to pick you up though, should be getting a text from him any minute now.

As soon as I read the last sentence, a new message with an unknown number popped up, the message read “Hey (y/n), this is Jimin.”

Groaning, I looked up to see Allen with a wide smirk, “I see this Jimin guy gets to pick you up, huh?” He smiled.

Whining, I pouted as I looked at Allen. “Why can’t you just drop me off?” I asked him.

Staring at me in all seriousness he began to put his finger pointer up, “one, don’t want to see your sister,” putting up his middle he continued, “two, don’t want drama to occur,” putting up his ring finger, he soon closed his eyes and looked back at me with a small smile. Of pity. Of apology. Of hurt. “And three, I don’t want to see him.”

Nodding my head in understanding, I quickly replied to Jimin’s text telling him where I’m at and soon texting Hobi telling him thanks but that out of everyone he had to choose Jimin.

——————

{Jimin’s POV}

Pulling up at the driveway that (y/n) sent me. I couldn’t help but to feel nervous. The neighborhood already looked a bit scary, looking over at the house, I soon saw (y/n)’s head pop out of the door frame, a boy with blondish pink and blue eyes with freckles spread all around his face, also looking outside.

Putting down the passenger window, I gave her a little wave. She waved back only to glare at the person who was supposedly behind her. She looked back at me and motioned for me to come inside. Gulping, I turned off the car and ran over towards the steps. Once entering, I greeted each person, Allen, was the one with ruby eyes, the one with baby blue eyes was Oliver and the last person with violet eyes was Matthew. Matt for short.

“So how did you guys become friends?” Al asked, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

“Are you serious? Allen I already told you,” (y/n) groaned, face palming, only for me to soon realize that they were talking about me, I gave her a playful smile.

“So you were talking about me?” I asked, only for her to give me a cold stare, I felt a shiver go down my spine as I mumbled a soft apology.

“It’s not like that. It’s just- there were problems concerning your dear friend Elaine and Eliza but I don’t want to get into the gory details. Don’t want to mess up their “image”” (y/n) said, using air quotes around the word image.

As she began to say bye to everyone, Oliver pulled me off to the side. “Please take care of her. I know she’s a bit closed off and she doesn’t have many friends, except well us. She really needs someone who can at least show some type of emotion. When she talks about you her eyes brighten up. She doesn’t know it yet but I have a feeling her meeting you, is the best thing that has ever happened to her,” the blue-eyed male exclaimed.

“I thought she doesn’t do friends?” I asked him,

“Oh don’t get me wrong. It takes a long time to get her to open up but before she became this closed off person she- actually you remind me of her. How she used to be at least. She was happy and a free soul, she always found the good in people and was very open. But then something just killed that light or really someone. This is her go to place, away from her siblings when she’s hurt. To be honest, she feels more like our family than a friend. So I’m just telling you this as a warning but please don’t hurt her. She already deals with a lot of stuff at home and at school. I just want what’s best for her.” Oliver told me. A gloomy look in his once cheerful eyes. Nodding my head, he squeezed my hand in gratitude and waved goodbye as I walked over to the door, (y/n) looking at me before giving me a small smile.

~~~~~~

Driving back to her place was awfully quiet, an awkward tension in the air.

“So what did Ollie tell you?” (Y/n) asked,

“He was um... just telling me that it’s nice to know that you’ve made a friend,” I said, shortening up the conversation we actually had.

“That was a long conversation for him to just be saying ‘thanks for being (y/n)’s friend,’” she snorted, looking over at me, her elbow was resting against the glass and her head was laying down on her elbow. So her eyes looked more cat-like but also gave her a cute appearance.

“I don’t know if I should say, it wasn’t anything bad. I rather you ask him then me,” I told her, giving her an apologetic smile. Nodding her head, she looked out, “you know, I can’t help but find it odd how we keep on meeting. Maybe it’s fate,” she giggled.

“You believe in fate?” I asked her, slightly astonished by this information.

“Why yes I do. I know, right? Quiet, brooding girl who hates the world actually believes in fate? How odd?” She mocked, looking at me with a goofy grin. “I mean I wasn’t always like this. Honestly, you remind me of how I used to be. I just hope no one messes up that care-free spirit of yours. That has to be one thing I truly do like about you, Pinky.”

Blushing at her compliment, I wanted to ask her what happened. What made her become who she is now. Who made her lose that spirit? But I couldn’t because we soon pulled up to her house. Opening the car door, she thanked me and told me she’ll see me at Chem class. Waving bye, I waited until I could no longer see her figure.

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{Y/n’s POV}

Alarm going off, I quickly got out of bed and got ready. Everything was as it should be. Once going downstairs to pack up my lunch, I felt my phone buzz. Face furrowing in confusion, I pulled it out to see Jimin has texted.

“Wanna ride?” It read.

About to reply ‘sure’, Elaine came out of her room, tears streaming down her face.

“What’s wrong” I asked, expecting some snarky comment, she whipped out her phone to show me the text.

[9:38pm] From Baby: I’m sorry Elaine.

[9:39pm] From Elaine: What did I do wrong? We were good Hobi! Baby... please!

[9:40pm] From Baby: You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just not happy. The love dwindled and I’ve been watching you ogle at Jungkook multiple times. You’ve been more distant and I just don’t think this will work out anymore.

[9:41pm] From Elaine: I get it we broke up. But why?

[9:42pm] From Baby: We’ll talk about this tmr... okay?

“I-I’m so sorry,” I told Elaine, looking up at her, she glared at me. “This is your fault you stupid bitch,” she seethed, grabbing her phone and hitting me across the face with it. Falling down from the sting, I looked up at her, unshedded tears forming in my eyes.

“How the hell is this my fault?!” I accused,

“You ran off. God Hobi’s always your little hero so no doubt he’s breaking it off so he can be with you,” she sneered.

“Or maybe it’s because you suck at being a good, older sister! Ever think of that! God not everything is about you!” I yelled at Elaine, grabbing my stuff and going into my car, driving off to school.

~~~~

Before exiting out of my car, I looked over at the side of my cheek and saw the red markfrom Elaine's phone begin to bruise up, lifting up my hoodie. I soon exited out, walking over to my locker, I saw Jimin and his group of friends huddled up, Elaine and Eliza not there yet, neither was Hoseok or Namjoon.

“Jimin? Can I talk to you?” I asked him.

Turning around, he nodded his head, as we parted from the group, I asked him how he feels about Eliza.

“She’s a good friend... I guess?” He shrugged,

“If you date her just be careful please. Same thing with Elaine. They aren’t in a good mood,” I told him, about to walk away, he quickly grabbed my wrist.

“Hey! (Y/n) what’s that on your cheek?” He asked,

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” I told him only for him to pull me closer, taking my hoodie off he examined the bruised up cheek.

“Did one of them do this to you?” He gruffed, his usual happy and care free aura gone.

“It really doesn’t matter,” I told him.

“Stop lying!” He hissed,

“It... Elaine did it. She was mad because Hobi broke up with her and blamed me. It’s okay, though! I don’t nee-“

“This isn’t okay (y/n). I don’t care if it’s out of anger or what? She can’t do this to you. Come on, we’re going to the nurse’s office,” he stated. No room for excuses as he pulled me with him.

~~~~~

Once we reached the nurse’s office. Dr. Kim began to look over at the bruise. “Ice will definitely help with the swelling. What happened?” He asked,

“I dropped my phone and it hit me against the cheek,” I lied,

“...well this is a very big bruise just from your phone falling on your face,” he exclaimed.

“I bruise easily,” I retorted.

“Is there something you want to tell me Ms. (l/n)?” He asked, placing a bag of ice, wrapped around with paper towels onto my bruised cheek.

“Nope. Nothing. Thank you Dr. Kim,” I told him, quickly leaving the nurse’s office. Not realizing that Jimin wasn’t in tow.

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{Jimin’s POV}

“She was lying, wasn’t she?” Dr. Kim asked,

“She was Jin-hyung,” I told him. Jin was the step brother of Jungkook. Looking up at him, he nodded in understanding.

“Her parents?” Jin asked,

“Sister,” I answered. “Ah~ She really is cold,” I sighed, looking at Jin.

“And I see she has found a way to capture your heart,” he chuckled,

“She intrigues me. I want to know more about her,” I told Jin honestly,

“Curiosity, hm? Well, be careful. Don’t want you to be making rash decisions now,” Jin chuckled, as I soon left his office waving him a quick goodbye, I ran over to Chem class. When I reached it I saw (y/n) sitting in her usual seat, except where I usually sit there was a bag there, pouting I was about to head to the front until I saw (y/n) grab the bag and put it down, still not looking at me but I could see a small smile form up.

Smiling, I quickly took my seat. “Thanks,” I whispered. “No problem, Pinky,” she replied, twirling a strand of my hair before zoning in on the lecture as Mr. Choi walked in.

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A/N: I decided to do a double update since I didn’t update last time.

Previous: Promises, Promises, Baby Blues Next: Tell Me Lies

#bts #fanfic #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #min yoongi #jimin x reader #2p! hetalia #allen jones #matthew williams #oliver kirkland

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peaches-of-1 · 6 years ago

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Training: On Lock

HAPPY MONDAY!

This and the next two chapters will be coming out sooner than later! If you have any ideas for upcoming chapters, let me know. My masterlist is in the bio for the rest of these wonderfully smutty stories.

You were trying so hard to be good during the interview. You really were, but it wasn’t your fault that you were in your second week of not being touched. The boys had made a bet that you would beg them to fuck you before all seven of them would beg you for sex. You were a stubborn queen, so of course you were gonna take that bet. Two days later after a really frustrating shoot, you regretted it.

They were all in the pool shirtless, and you weren’t allowed to be seen on screen even though you were carrying a lot of their things since a manager had gotten sick on the plane. You really wanted to be fucked in that pool, but nope. No way.

Then today happened where they had a few back to back interviews in California before going to their next spot for vacation. They were playing blindfold games and Jimin’s shirt had been ripped. It reminded you of the last time you played together and ripped his shirt on purpose to remind him who was in charge.

So you were turned on but you weren’t gonna let him know, instead you left the room and texted one of the idols you had met. You knew his group was in the same area of Cali as you for the next few days. He also had a huge crush on you, and all the boys knew it. They got...protective, and you were were feeling bratty and desperate.

You had been here enough times. Not knowing about the location of the lunch room was a lie. Just 20 minutes ago, you had gotten a few bottles of water for the boys. With bright eyes and a bit out of breath, Chan showed up with a smile within five minutes.

“There you are! I got here as quickly as possible!”

You smiled, “Obviously. I’m so glad you’re here. I thought I was gonna die of boredom.”

He put his arm around you, and you just smiled, “I would never let you die. Let’s go eat, huh?”

Once getting down to the cafeteria, you just hung out and chilled with the Stray children. They were a great group and some of the funniest guys you had ever met while working for Bangtan. All of them were complete sweethearts and a few of them had a similar taste in jokes as you.

Chan sometimes fed you food off of his plate and even when you stole a chip out of his bag, he just smiled and blushed. There was a time after you had shoved some applesauce in your mouth that some of it stayed on your face.

“Oh, (Y/N) you have some--” Minho motioned to the corner of your lip.

“I’ll get it.” Chan grabbed a napkin and wiped at your mouth to get the sauce off and it was suddenly a tender moment.

The boys went, “Awww,”

“What a gentleman.” Felix smiled while taking a picture.

You laughed and your phone went off. Took them long enough.

And you did. Then you turned to the blonde and smiled, “Chan? Do you wanna go for a walk? They’re still busy, and I could use some fresh air.”

He nodded, “Of course, noona. We don’t have to be back at the hotel until later.”

So you two went to go for a walk. You were wearing a cute miniskirt and a striped tank top today since it was hot out. Yoongi had picked out this outfit for you because he liked watching you do everything to keep the skirt from riding up. The camera crew that you recognized was coming down the stairs that lead to the exit. It was a manager who called your name.

“One sec, Chan-ie.”

He nodded.

“They aren’t happy with you, (Y/N). They said if you come back now, they’ll punish you gently.”

You chuckled, “They’re still playing their little game. I’m going to get them to cave one way or another. Let’s go get some ice cream, Chan-ie.” You grabbed the young man’s arm and you two left the building.

He couldn’t help but smile. The camera crew would follow you and get permission later. It was only two of them and Chan knew it was coming. You asked if it was ok with him, and he said he was fine with anything as long as it was with you.

“You’re such a great friend, Chan. So sweet.”

It was great just to chill and stuff with your friend. You two did get ice cream, and he paid for both of you. Then you guys went to a park and played with the children that were there. They asked what you were filming, and you told them you were getting some footage for some kpop stuff. They were excited and started talking about what they knew about BTS through TV and what their siblings, parents, cousins had told them.

They were all so cute and then one little boy in a red shirt pointed behind you, “Two of them is here!”

You turned around trying not to smile too big. Jungkook and Hobi were there, shit. Hobi. Your heart beat in your chest remembering the last time you teased them too much and ignored their messages. They waved to the kids and Jungkook talked to them and Chan while Hosek grabbed your hand and pulled you behind some trees. The Aussie was obviously confused.

“Be nice!” You called as you were getting dragged away, biting back a smile.

You were pinned against a tree before you knew it. When Hobi was mad, it was pretty terrifying.

“Everything ok?” You asked.

He shot a sharp glare at you that sent a shiver straight to your pussy.

“Don’t play that shit with me. You know Namjoon and Yoongi wanted to be the ones to do this to you, but I didn’t think any of them would do it well enough.”

Your heart was beating fast as he got right next to your ear, “Do what?”

An evil smirk crossed his face as he starting rubbing your hips. If only he could feel how wet you had gotten just from anticipating what they might do to you.

“W-what are you doi--”

“Shut up.” He growled, and you swallowed. “You think you can just go traipsing around town with someone other than us? Someone who has openly confessed his feelings towards you?”

You didn’t say anything not even that you were keeping each other as just friends. You wanted him to get so worked up and take you right there, and he looked so hungry to do it too. The trees provided enough coverage for a quickie if you could keep quiet. Even if he just finger fucked you it would be enough.

“Speak.” His hot breath landed on your neck.

You challenged him, “I just needed to be away and Chan’s just a friend. We are doing a challenge and seeing Jimin like that almost made me lose.”

“So that’s what this is about?” He chuckled in your ear.

It was so overwhelming that you had to close your eyes.

“You decided to tease us because of this challenge? Oh, baby, you thought we were going to crack so easily?”

You whined as he pulled away and your legs felt like jelly, “You mean you’re not gonna?”

Hoseok chuckled, “Jagiya, please. There are kids around.”

He left the area to the playground and left you to collect yourself. FUCK!!! You whined and pouted to yourself. Not as if he had eaten you out in a movie theater or anything. No, not at all. God you were so wet.

When you came out, Jungkook and Chan were playing with the kids and Hobi joined them. You just sat down and started plotting again. Not to mention, you were in chastity. Only the boys had the keys, so you couldn’t play with yourself no matter how hard you tried.

Hobi had to catch his breath after leaving you. He almost lost right then and there. All 8 of you were in chastity and couldn’t do anything without begging the other side for freedom. Jimin would either be the first or the last to give in because he was extremely needy, but also he had done this several times before as punishment.

He had been so good. The last time he had been locked up was after teasing Namjoon during an interview because of Hoseok’s dare. He was so hard and decided to get his mind off of it. When the van came with managers arrived, they had to go.

Yoongi laughed as you clutched a throw pillow instead of Hobi or Kookie. You clutched it so hard as the feeling in your crotch still hadn’t gone away.

“You didn’t give in, did you?” The pouty rapper asked.

All three of you shook your heads.

He sighed and relaxed, “I guess that’s punishment enough then.”

Jimin was pouting and had his arms folded. He mumbled something under his breath. Namjoon put his arm over the younger and said that Jimin said he was thinking about fucking you after being blindfolded and teased on camera like that but changed his mind once he found out you were with Chan. You put the pillow on your face and screamed.

You even caught Jihye smirking in the front seat about the self sabotage.

Once at the hotel, the eight of you ordered take out and watched a film in the maknae’s room. Taehyung kept squirming during a sex scene. He was the one who had chosen the movie in the first place and suddenly remembered why he liked it so much. The leading female looked like you and the male looked like him.

Everyone watched Tae now, waiting with baited breath. When he moved to turn the TV off, he was held back by your strong legs.

“Fuck, jagi, please?”

“Please what?” You asked, hoping he’d ask for freedom.

“It’s too hard.”

You smirked, “What do you want me to do about it?” and with your position of him on the floor in front of you and your legs holding his arms to the couch, you were able to tease him by putting your crotch near the back of his head.

He flexed his hands, “No, no. I’m fine....”

Two minutes later. “I’m not. Please let me fuck you. I can’t take it anymore! I wanna fuck you, jagiya!”

You smiled and the two of you went to his hotel room to fuck. It felt so good to get it off, and he rubbed his hands all over you. He talked about how pissed he was earlier and how his imagination had run away with thinking about what you had done with Chan, how you teased him. Tae’s large hands gripped your ass so tightly.

Even after three rounds, he just wanted to just play and grab your butt and your tits. Once both of you were sated, he put his hands on his face as the two of you stared at the ceiling.

“Shiiiittt. I messed myself up so badly!” He complained and covered his face.

You giggled, “I’m glad you did.” and kissed his cheek.

He turned around and growled into your ear, “Wanna go again?”

“Don’t you have an interview tomorrow?”

“I can call in sick.”

You flipped him over and tied his wrists to the bed while you made out with him, smirking when he realized he was stuck. You said you’d set him free once you had taken a shower.

Taehyung was able to pick out your outfit for the next day since he didn’t get another round in last night. He was allowed to make you his Gucci Goddess again by putting you in a pink leather mini skirt, a pink dress shirt with a bow on the front, and black platform pumps because he loved the way your legs looked in heels. Especially when the heel was in the shape of a Gucci G.

He gave you a rainbow beaded cuff for your right ear and the matching beaded chain ring while he wore the pearl versions of both for the interview. In your left ear was a simple gold Gucci logo stud. You were nervous walking in the heels, but Jihye was there to support you. It wasn’t the most comfortable outfit. Still, the way it made Taehyung lick his lips every time he looked at you made it worth the slight struggle.

You were in charge of his red leather Gucci bag and he told you to not open it unless you wanted to get punished. Even though you sort of did, you thought it better to see what the possible reward would be if you succeeded in staving off your curiosity.

It was a photoshoot today. High femme and androgynous models were there in colors complimentary to the boys. Yoongi was in a blue that matched his hair and his two photo partners were in pink and purple, like that sort of thing. Looking around at the boys, it looked like one of your daddies might be the next to crack.

Namjoon dropped an earring he was putting in while one of the wardrobe people did his shoes for him. You bent over and picked it up, forgetting the thin panties you were wearing had been an anniversary gift from him. He asked you to fix his tie once everything else was done.

“Do you like seeing me suffer?” He whispered into your ear.

“You know that I don’t. I want you to give in as much as you want me to.” You replied with a low voice and began to walk away.

He made you trip and caught you, “Is that why you’re wearing Daddy’s favorite lace panties?”

You scoffed, “It wasn’t on purpose.”

Jihye came to grab you while noonas swarmed RM to fix what his little trick messed up. She told you to sit. You obeyed and were handed some water by a manager. You drank up and watched the others get ready. The photos were going to be amazing. Some of the solo shots were done at sunset.

“(Y/N), can you bring me the oil papers, please? Jin needs them.” One of the noonas asked since they were familiar with you.

You were happy to oblige, but ended up tripping on a wire since you hadn’t lifted your foot high enough. This caused you to fall into the shallow end of the pool. The boys quickly moved to get you, but Jihye said she had it under control.

“Didn’t I tell you to sit? You’re like a baby giraffe in those shoes.”

“Sorry, I--”

She stopped you, “Do you want a change of shoes? I’m sure there’s a store nearby, and--”

“There should be an extra pair in the car.” Taehyung said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I brought them just in case something like this happened. I’ll help her change.”

“No.” Her strict voice came out. “I’ll go get them. You two stay.”

He should’ve known there was no way she was gonna let you two go fuck in the van when today’s schedule was so tight. Tae asked if you were ok and then was called off to a different area to shoot. You stayed where you were now barefoot.

“Achoo!” You sneezed and a hand was in front of you with a tissue.

“Here you go, noona~” Jimin was there dressed all summery and nice.

You grabbed the tissue, “Thanks.” and blew your nose.

He asked if you were doing well and where your shoes were. You explained to him that Jihye was getting you the extra pair that Tae brought in case of emergency.

“Do you need something?” You asked, giving him a look.

He nodded, “But I...I don’t wanna...mmm.” His small hands grabbed at his pockets. Then he walked away.

Why was he so good at this? Playing hard to get. You pouted and let your towel fall around your shoulders. Firm hands put it back up. Namjoon. Even though you tried to shake him off, he firmly bundled you up in the towel, making sure your front was covered too. Of course the thin blouse had been sticking to your chest since you were drenched.

“Last warning, Princess.” He was not in the mood for your games.

You looked to the ground, “Sorry.”

Namjoon kissed his fingers and placed them on your cheek. Then he walked away. You felt rather lonely...and needy. Really needy. Now that you were dry, you walked around and helped where you could. It was at an Airbnb. Three stories. You were told to go see what the third floor was like, take pictures and send them to Jihye to show the director.

“I’m on it.” You said and began climbing the stairs.

The eyes that watched you ascend were not on your radar, but you were for sure on theirs.

Three panoramics and dozens of close ups later, you carefully made your way back down the hallway to where the stairs were. A hand grabbed you and pulled you into a closet before you could even scream. Lips were pressed against yours and desperate hands clawed at your shirt.

“Fuck Tae!” The voice said. “He knows my weakness for miniskirts.” Lips feverishly sucked on your neck and hands on your legs.

“Hobi?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He sounded breathless. “Please, jagi. I can’t stand not to fuck you when you’re dressed like this.”

His pants were off in an instant. You had the keys around your neck, so it was easy to unlock Hoseok’s dripping member. He was more dom than ever before as he turned you around and lowered your pink lace panties. Hobi thrusted into you after hastily sticking on a condom. His left hand covered your mouth while his right played with your clit, making you see stars. JHope’s cock was so good like this. It hit you deep inside.

“Oh, jagi. Oh fuck yeah, jagiya. You look so fucking hot in this skirt. When you came out of the pool, I had to stop myself from knocking you back into it and fucking you right there.” He growled next to your ear making you even wetter.

His panting got heavier and heavier. You could tell he was gonna cum soon. Even though you knew you probably weren’t gonna orgasm during this quickie, you were glad he had given in to his urges.

“Fuck, (Y/N). I’m gonna. I’m gonna--”

“Cum for me, Hobi jagi.”

Your legs went numb as he released in the condom inside you. He wasn’t one for getting caught, so he was always prepared. Hoseok just leaned on you for a few minutes to catch his breath and to hold you up. A laugh bubbled from inside his chest when you whined since you had not reached your own climax just yet.

There was a knock.

“It’s Jihye. I’m giving you a head start. We’re starting to move equipment up here. You got 30 seconds to pull yourself together.”

Hobi pulled his pants up and handed his cock cage to Jihye’s gloved hand. She put it in her special bag along with the gloves. I pulled up my panties and walked out of the closet as Jihye made sure nothing was left over as she always did. Then we walked away and made comments about the closet smelling strange as if it wasn’t because it was freshly fucked in.

After the photoshoot, the boys went to lunch. Well, most of them. Jungkook took you home to fuck your brains out and then meet the boys at the concert venue for sound check. You couldn’t remember much because it was just sensation after sensation, and you were insanely giddy since it had been 3 days since you had been fucked by anyone.

“I’m gonna get you much wetter than that water, (Y/N).” echoed in your mind with a memory of his devilish grin.

You smiled at him because he winked at you as he was heading on stage. Three down. Four to go.

~~~~~~~

The boys were recording today, this time at a rock quarry or a canyon? Whatever it was, there were a lot of rocks and stuff. You were a backup dancer for this scene, so you were in black high waisted shorts and a flowy top that looked like crumpled foil but pink instead. It was similar to the other girls’ outfits. You all also wore thick black heels and pink frilly socks as well.

You were taking a break while one of the older girls got her knee checked. She had slut dropped and been unable to get back up. You heard someone yelling and then one of the girls tapped your shoulder.

“Yeah?” You turned to face her.

“Jimin wants you for something.” She said. “Make it quick.”

You went to see what Jimin wanted, and he just smiled at you, “I just wanted to see your outfit up close. You look amazing, (Y/N).”

“Thanks, Jimin-ssi.” You replied with a smile and then lowered your voice. “I miss hanging out with you, my Little Prince.”

His ears flushed scarlet in an instant, “M-me too, but I’m...I’m not gonna lose. So stop teasing me, Mis...um...(Y/N).” Jimin shook his head and then slapped his cheeks. “I’ll talk to you later.”

He walked away before you could really turn on the charm. Then you did the dance twice more for the camera by yourselves. Before you broke for lunch, the director said that Jimin would be dancing with y’all after the break. That made sense. You two practiced it almost every day for a week before he went home for a few days cuz of all this travelling he’d have to do.

To make everything seem casual, you ate with the other dancers instead of the Bangtan Boys. It was fun to talk to these girls. You had known some of them since the beginning. Others had come and others had gone, and there was a bond between you. They asked what Jimin wanted earlier.

“Oh, you know. He wanted to tell his best friend how good she looked in her outfit.” You stabbed some grapes. “I’ve been complaining about the bloating my new diet has brought, so he just wanted to make me feel better.”

“He’s such a sweet guy.” Lana said.

Meg motioned behind me, “Seems like he’s not the only one wanting his bestie’s attention.”

“(Y/N),” Namjoon smiled at you. “May I sit with you ladies?”

Everyone said yes, so you scooted over. He had a vegan alfredo pizza slice and some chicken on his plate. You decided to gorge yourself on fruit since you weren’t too hungry but simply lacking energy. While the conversation changed to the newest concept theories, you felt his hand on your thigh. You and him stayed neutral.

He laughed, “Oh, that reminds me, (Y/N). Jimin wanted to see you before the next shot so that you two could practice. He says he can’t do his partner bit without you.”

“Oh, really?” You sipped your water.

“Yeah. He’s in the trailer with the blue star on it.”

You stood, “Ah, ok. I’ll go see him now before we run out of time.”

…

“Jiminie, I swear you’ve done this before. I know you can do it.” You stood behind him and lifted his right arm. “This arm comes out and over and then you left your left leg. It’s not both left until the second time.” You said, a thin layer of sweetness over frustration.

“Please kiss me.” He whined. “I can’t take it anymore. I told myself we’d just practice, and I know we don’t have much time left, but--”

“If you want me to give in then you have to kiss me, and I--”

His lips pressed into yours and you unlocked his cage. The fastest way to get him off was to finger his ass while sucking him off, so that’s what you did. His thighs tensed and he covered his mouth to keep the whole crew from hearing his moans. Little Prince wasn’t allowed to touch you either.

“Gonna, cum, Madame!” He hissed.

“Cum for me, my Little Prince.” You slid a condom onto him and jerked him off until he blasted his white ribbons into it.

Jimin pulled you to his face and kissed you again while there was a knock on the door. You were riding his bare thigh.

“Coming!” You called for both reasons.

You muffled your moans with another kiss and quickly cleaned his leg with a tissue and then walked onto set. Once that filming was done in about two hours, the sun was gone. So it was time to change and travel to where the night shots would be taken.

“Naughty naughty.” Yoongi said as he passed you by on the way to his rap scene on the balcony.

You pulled his arm, “How--”

“Jimin told me. He’s such a good boy.” He smirked and whispered into your ear, “But you won’t get me.”

A male dancer by the name of Sooyoung kissed your cheek and hugged you from behind, “I’m so glad you’re here today, noona!” He called you this even though he was older. “Whose partner will you be?”

“No partners.” You replied. “Just a club scene, so whoever’s there.” Then you noticed his outfit was the same color sparkle as your bodycon mini dress. “Or it’s you. Of course.”

“Of course! We dance so well together!” He hugged you again and laid his head on your shoulder.

You smiled, “As always. I’m glad it’s you. It’s so much fun to dance with you.”

So you shot a few club scenes without the boys and then with the boys. Suga was trying not to let his jealousy show. He was better at it than Jin and Namjoon who tried to pull you to dance with them, but the director said no. Even if it was a club scene, the boys weren’t allowed to be seen interacting so closely with a girl especially if she was a familiar face to the fandom.

You just did as told and then some. Maybe you were being a bit extra dancing with Sooyoung and Lana. Namjoon loved girl on girl action no matter how much he tried to deny it. You remembered when you asked him if he ever wanted to have a threesome with you and another chick. His whole body said yes, but his words said no. So nothing happened. Director-nim noticed how close you and Lana were.

“Kiss her.” he said.

You looked at her, and she nodded with her bi-pride earring dangling. She grabbed your face and kissed you slowly. Her lips were so soft. You couldn’t see it, but you felt Namjoon’s fiery eyes on you and her. It was so intoxicating that you two had to be pulled apart. You two laughed shyly, and she looked at the ground. Then it was time for the next scene. Then food. Then more scenes and then home.

The alarm went off. It was 8am and time to do more shooting today. This time in a forest. There was a hand that you grabbed, but it wasn’t any of the boys’. The nails were painted a bright coral color. A high pitched, “Hmm?”

It was Lana’s hand on Namjoon’s chest. Right.

Last night, you saw him talking to her once the shoot was done. They got in the same car and you rolled your eyes. It was such a cheap move, but it was also something you had done just a few days ago to get the boys to give in. It wasn’t until you were back at the hotel and out of the shower that Daddy texted and told you to hurry to his room in pink lingerie along with the key.

You had to play dumb, as if this was an unexpected thing because Lana was there. It was just luck that he called you. He had gotten turned on when he saw you kissing her and both of you said yes to having sex while he watched and then letting him join. A one night stand from her point of view.

You laughed and woke up the others. Bows and apologies and all that sort of stuff happened. The two of you shared a knowing look once on set in outfits that were barely anything more than vines and loincloths. Who was left? You asked yourself while being lowered from a thick branch.

Jin and Suga. Today was the last day of filming, and it was cold. Maybe you could get a 2fer tonight. It had been a week since this whole thing started. To be honest, you were surprised that they had lasted so long. During the jungle scene, Jin was to be singing in mid air. He was scared but you cheered him on.

“You got this, Oppa!”

The other girls echoed you and stroked his ego. His cheeks turned red. You could see under his light coat of makeup, and his ears were even redder. The location was sort of a treehouse where there dancers had to wear sandals to make sure no one got splinters. There were some aerial acrobatics going on as well.

The shoot ended with Suga telling you to cover up and you refusing to hoping it’d get him riled up. It didn’t. He went straight to take a nap when he got home while Jin made dinner. You helped since everyone would surely be hungry after working so hard all day.

“How come you’re being so stubborn?” You whined. “Just give up and make it easier for the both of us.” You gave him a back hug while he was dicing some onions.

Jin’s hands froze, “I have a knife in my hands, (Y/N).”

“Yeah, but don’t you wanna play Tarzan and Jane after today? I would think this thing would be right up your ally.” You rubbed your face into his large shoulder blades. “I want your all natural cock inside me~”

“Me want--”

“Hyung!” Namjoon called, “No sex in the kitchen. It’s an official rule now. We don’t want a repeat of last time.”

He set down the knife and moved your hands from his waist, “No, no sex. Just cooking. Hope you’re hungry. It’ll be done in 30 minutes.”

You huffed and pouted before going back to working on making the drink to go with dinner. It was something you had made by accident before but the guys ended up liking it, so you had it every day a week of filming was done. The jungle was the last scene for this video which meant tonight was the night. Beer and soju with sugar and vanilla flavoring.

At dinner, you played footsies with Jimin who couldn’t help but giggle. Yoongi started gripping your thigh rather roughly.

“Ow!” I said dramatically and looked at him.

He took a moment to breathe and then returned his hand to his own body, “Sorry.” He said. “Please not while we’re eating, darling. Please.”

“Or else what?” you dared him.

Suddenly, he stood and picked up his plate, “I’m gonna eat in my room. I’ll bring the plate out later.”

As long as you had known Yoongi, you still couldn’t get a good gauge on how upset he was, but you knew it wasn’t good. Usually, he’d just fuck you until you apologized or he felt like you had been “punished” enough. He didn’t enjoy you when you were bratty, so you used it to push his buttons because you knew how quickly things could flip and enjoyed it. This moment, however, just made you pout.

Taehyung kissed your cheek, “He’ll be over it soon, jagi. Don’t worry about it.”

You gave him a small smile as he held your hand. Him and Jimin snuggled you in your bedroom once everyone finished with the meal. They talked about how fun their recording session went, and you went to bed being lulled to sleep by the vibration of their chests.

~~~~~~~~~

The next day was an off day, so a lot of the guys went home for a bit. You were home alone and so you called Jihye over to hang out. The two of you went shopping at the mall and got some matching outfits and the like. When you passed by a pair of mannequins in a white fur coat and the other in a matching vest, you remembered dressing up all slutty for Yoongi that day.

You sighed and decided to get something for him to apologize. You went to the pet store and then to an electronics shop. Then you put it all into a gift bag and decorated it nicely with a card. He’d be back later tomorrow, so hopefully he’d see it then. You simply worked on the dances for the next comeback tour they were gonna do. Then you took a shower with Jungkook who said he missed you so much that he came back early.

You woke up when something fuzzy brushed against your hand and then something wet. Jungkook and you had fallen asleep on the couch and there was a cute little Yorkie sniffing your hand. It had a bow around its neck.

“Uh, thanks for the dog toy and the custom laptop stickers.” Yoongi said. “They’re really cool. I’m sure Holly will love it.”

You picked up the puppy and nuzzled it, “What’s this for then?”

“I’ve been meaning to get you a dog for a while. It’s from the shelter. We just had to finalize some things. My parents can take care of her with Holly when we’re on tour.” He said with a smile.

You hugged him, “Thanks, oppa.”

Jungkook woke up and scratched the yorkie’s head, “So, what’s her name?”

“Hmmmm, Yoonji.” You said without hesitation.

Both of them giggled.

“I think that’ll be a great name.” Yoongi said and kissed your cheek. “I’ve got work to do. I’ll see you later.”

“Ok~” You said.

You spent the next few hours posting about how you got a new dog and then training her to do simple commands. Maybe you’d sign up for some official dog training classes. She was young by the looks of it and you wanted to make sure she was well behaved. Part of you wondered how long he had been saving this.

You were really weak for each other.

“You gonna go give in?” Kookie asked as he sketched Yoonji on his notepad.

“No…” You shook your head. “I mean, I was thinking about it, but I don’t think so.”

He chuckled, “That’s my girl.”

~~~~~~~~

Two weeks passed and you hadn’t had even a heavy makeout session with Jin or Yoongi. Things were somewhat tense. You realized the most tense moments were happening and excused yourself to play with Yoonji. Or one of the boys would take you downstairs to work off the daily stress of an idol.

The boys had been placing bets to see who would last longer. Three weeks passed and the two oldest couldn’t even be in the same room together. Jin would try to masturbate using his pillow a lot when Yoongi would try to sleep. The rapper took to his studio to try to focus on something else, but was obviously having a hard time doing so. You had asked to see his phone to search for something and the recent searches had to do with how to jerk off while wearing a cock cage. You raised a brow at him and he simply shrugged.

The fourth week was approaching when you wanted to do something extreme, but even Jungkook and Namjoon together couldn’t compare to what Yoongi did to you. It kept you up all night. You looked at the clock. 2:40am. You’d have to leave at 6am to practice for the dance practice recording to put on their channel. Fine, you’d fuck yourself to sleep. The guys hated when you played without them, but they were sleeping and needed rest. So you snuck down to the basement and put on nipple clamps attached to your collar and got on a dildo saddle.

Once you pressed it on, you set the remote on the table and let it stimulate your clit. You’d edge yourself for 20 minutes and then make it too much to handle and then you were sure you would be exhausted and get to sleep easily. Suddenly, you heard something more vibrating and you lifted your blindfold.

Jin was on the bed playing with his ass using a small vibrating egg. He muffled his moans in a pillow with his butt wiggling in the air. Yoongi was in a chair with the remote. His legs were crossed as he watched his hyung struggle to stay in position. His blue contacts were still in from the photoshoot he had done in his studio as he looked at you.

“You wanna join? I’ve got the keys right here.” He dangled the last two on his finger. “I made some spares just in case you lost them.”

“Faster, Yoongi-ah!” Jin whined.

The dark haired man turned up the speed. Jin mumbled something about how he was behaving and it sounded like begging. Must’ve been the story he made to get himself off. You bit your lip and tried to ignore their scene while you got yourself closer to the edge. However, you couldn’t help but look up and see Yoongi palming himself in frustration. He was so very irritated that it wasn’t giving him the stimulation he needed.

You wanted to give him pleasure. Your body moved before you realized and snatched the key from Yoongi to unlock Jin and him and then started sucking the older one off while rubbing your clit.

Suga chuckled, “Say it.”

“Fine! I lost! Get your stubborn ass over here!”

He tilted his head, and you whined, “Please, Sir.”

Gummy smile activated as he spanked your ass. You went cross eyed. His hands gripped your hips as he licked your slit making you moan on Jin’s cock. The older one was gonna cum soon, but you were determined to make it last as long as possible. You placed kisses on his length but didn’t suck.

“What’s your story?” You asked.

“I’m--unf--captured and being edged as torture, but I...I...I…” He lost focus for a bit while you began licking at his balls. “Oh fuck, I. I love it so much and become a toy for the ones who kidnapped me.”

His cheeks went red and you kissed Yoongi, “How about we play with our new toy, huh?”

“What do you want, pup?” He panted out.

“Both of you~” You moaned. “I want both of you inside the same, oh fuck!”

“After we cum once.” Yoongi said as he shoved your head back on Jin’s cock.

It wasn’t long until his hyung gripped your head tightly and called out, “I’m gonna cuuuuuumm!!!” and released into your mouth while the other grunted, “Me...too. Cumming!”

Your mouth was full, so you nodded. Your orgasm had arrived quickly as well. It had been too long since these two had pounded so deeply inside of you. As you began to catch your breaths, you sat on Seokjin’s lap to let him enter you. Less than a moment later, Yoongi was back inside and both of them watched as you bounced on their dripping wet cocks getting them even wetter with your eager pussy.

It was a haze of lips, hips, and hands. Moans and whines. Begging. Oh, so much begging for them to release inside of you.

“Of course, Master.” Jin said and kissed your shoulders.

All your senses went snow white. You felt all three of your orgasms and went limp in their arms, panting hard. As your eyes started to focus, Jin smiled at you.

“You lost, sweetheart.”

You puffed your cheeks and pouted, “Maybe so, but I was able to get everyone but you two rather quickly.”

“Round three?” Asked a lingerie clad Jimin with four rock hard men behind him.

You nodded. It was gonna be a long night.

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years ago

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A Simple Life

A/N: Shout out to @hobi-stole-my-heart who put this idea in my head through our weird conversations! I hope you guys enjoy this little surprise!!

Genre: Modern Royalty AU

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Part One I Part Two

He certainly had the look of a king. A stoic, neutral face that never revealed what thoughts lied behind it, perfect for international relations. He was well-mannered, respectful, and even handsome. The kind of prince that was often found in fairy tales.

But Prince Kyungsoo wasn’t happy. He understood that he was born into this life and therefore didn’t have the ability to choose, instead it was seen as his duty to attend every meeting, keep a clean reputation for the public, and be knowledgeable of politics of all nations. It didn’t mean he had to like it.

Very few people had even seen Kyungsoo smile. His parents saw it often when he was child, but it faded as the years went by. Even his best friend, Jongin, son of the Prime Minister, had only seen the ghost of a smile.

This was exactly what Jongin was complaining about as their plane came into view of of the airstrip ahead. Kyungsoo was barely listening, scrolling through the tablet in his hands and reading through his itinerary for tomorrow.

“Are you even listening to me?” Jongin huffed from the seat across from him. Still ignored, Jongin snatched the tablet away.

“Give it back,” Kyungsoo ordered, unamused at his friend’s antics.

“I don't really feel like it,” Jongin smirked. “After tomorrow, we’re on vacation. Why don’t you actually try to enjoy it?”

Kyungsoo scoffed. Vacation? He was never on vacation. You can’t take a vacation from life. Although, he wished he could. Neither of them were in the position where they could really let loose, always having to be mindful of possible cameras that could snap one picture and then suddenly he’s on the front page of every tabloid and embarrassing the royal family as well as his country.

“You’re really going to like the place,” Jongin continued. “It’s nice, quiet, away from everything. Although, to be honest, this entire country is away from everything. I don’t think I’ve spotted a single large city on our way here.”

“It’s a farming country,” Kyungsoo reminded him. “Their major exports are crops. The land is rich with nutrients. Wasting it on skyscrapers is a ridiculous notion.”

Jongin threw his hands up in surrender. “Alright, you win.”

And there is was the smirk, the ghost of smile that was all Jongin had ever seen. Kyungsoo stared out the tiny window of the jet, watching the fields pass by, wishing that could be the life he led.

The summit was over. Kyungsoo let out a deep breath, loosening the tie around his neck as the luxury car drove away from the hotel and the hoard of reporters who were disappointed at his lack of comment.

“That went well,” Jongin smiled.

Kyungsoo nodded. “Yes, it did.”

Another allying country was experiencing a severe drought and in desperate need of supplies. Tensions were high with the host country and so Kyungsoo was sent in to ease relations between the two and act as a mediator for the negotiations. After six hours, the two countries had come to an agreement. It gave him a sense of pride, knowing that he was responsible for the peace. It was the rare time he didn’t completely hate his life.

The place that Jongin had booked for the small excursion was a bed and breakfast located on a relatively small farm away from the capital city.

It was a quiet drive the whole way, Kyungsoo still lost in documents on his tablet and Jongin watching the landscape change as they sped past. When the car came to a stop, Kyungsoo shut off the tablet and exited the car before the driver could even turn off the engine. He rounded to the back, tapping on the trunk and lifting it open once he heard the telltale click.

A man - presumably the owner - came running up to the prince.

“Your Highness, there’s no need for that,” he huffed, taking the suitcases out of Kyungsoo’s hands. “We can take these up to your rooms.”

Kyungsoo gave him a ghost smile, hoping it was friendly enough. “It’s alright. I can take it up.”

“We do this for all guests, Your Highness,” the man laughed. “We take pride in being as helpful as possible. If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your rooms.”

Up on the steps waiting was the owner’s wife and you, their daughter. While the woman had a bright smile on her face, you were certainly not happy about the newest arrivals.

Arms crossed over your chest, you reluctantly stepped out of the way to allow everyone to pass. Jongin sent you a wink while Kyungsoo just gave you a curious glance. You were pretty in his eyes, but he’d met plenty of pretty girls. It was the fact that you weren’t batting your eyes at him that had him intrigued. The only time he’d ever been met with disdain was when he had to go attend a treaty signing with a country his own had been at war with.

Tired after a long day, Kyungsoo thank the owners and bowed a good night to them before shutting the door. As he changed into sleep clothes and lied down in bed, he pushed your odd behavior out of his head, ready to shut off his brain for a few hours.

You were not happy. That might even been an understatement. The entire routine of the bed and breakfast had been completely upended. Security detail had been around for the past week, constantly asking questions, following you around to observe your daily tasks. You’d hated every second of it and now that the Prince and his friend had arrived, you couldn't wait for them to leave. The security detail was now staying in a neighboring house, far enough for them to be out of the way but still close if something were to happen.

Just one week. You only had to put up them for one week.

Admittedly, though, when the first day came, it wasn’t too bad. You hardly saw either of them.

They came down for breakfast, deliciously prepared by your mother, and ate quietly with your family. After the wink he’d given you, you thought the Prime Minister’s son - Jongin? - would have been flirting with you the entire time. However, you were proven wrong as he was nothing but polite, inquiring about your name and how you enjoyed living on a farm.

You answered happily at the last one, not wanting to trade your life of peace and quiet for anything. The Prince was silent during the exchange, just observing the two of you.

Over the last two days, your mornings were similar and you wouldn’t see the pair until dinner. You weren’t sure where they went or if they even left their rooms. They weren’t wild or crazy, so you found you couldn’t complain too much.

Day three and you were out in the barn, busy brushing the coats of the horses housed there. You were currently working on Sunfire, a beautiful white Andalusian. Spirit, you favorite stallion, was tied up outside of his stall just a few feet away as you would get to him next before taking him out for a ride.

With your attention elsewhere, you weren’t aware of the snake that had slithered into the barn. Spirit gave out a series of huffs through his nose, but you took it simply has his usual impatience.

Letting out a high pitched neigh, Spirit kicked into the air. Finally realizing the situation, you grabbed a pitch fork and scooped the snake up and threw it away. Spirit was still worked up, kicking the air and unable to calm down. You grabbed hold of the reigns and tried to sooth the horse.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Foreign hands came up, taking hold of the other side of the reigns and petting Spirit’s neck.

Kyungsoo had appeared out of nowhere and his soothing “shs” seemed to work wonders on the horse. Even after Spirit calmed down, Kyungsoo continued to gently pet him. The silence was a bit awkward, kicking in your instinct to make a light hearted joke to liven up the atmosphere.

“I guess you can see why we called him Spirit, huh?”

Kyungsoo let out a short laugh, pulling the corners of his lips up into something that was almost a smile. But still, he said nothing.

“Do you ride?” you asked cautiously. You weren’t used to royalty, the bed and breakfast usually housing family reunions and honeymoons on a budget.

“Yes,” he answered straight. “Not so much anymore. I don’t have as much time these days.”

You nodded, sure that the poor rich boy could really go whenever he wanted but just chose not to. If he rode at all. Curious, you decided to see for yourself.

“I was just about to take Spirit out for a ride,” you informed him. “Would you like to join me?”

Something lit up in his eyes as he nodded. “If you don’t mind, I would like that.”

Once Spirit and Sunfire were saddled and the two of you were mounted, you took off towards the hills, not caring if His Highness could keep up. Just a few moments later, the Prince was right by your side, staying with you without struggle.

When you felt Spirit losing steam, you slowed down to a trot and he did the same.

Looking over at him, you shook your head. “I didn’t know that princes still learned how to ride horses these days.”

You could tell that he was fighting a smile at your poke.

“Some traditions never die,” he replied

“Like finding your princess?” you teased.

The struggling smile disappeared. “There’s not many of those these days. It’s not a priority anymore.”

And with that, he turned Sunfire so they were going off in a different direction. You hurried to catch up. He didn’t look at you and you wondered if you should apologize, even if you weren’t sure what for.

“You’re very lucky,” he said softly, taking you by surprise.

You frowned. “Why?”

“This is the kind of life I would choose,” he admitted. “I always admired farmers, those who chose to live life away from the cities and have quiet lives working the land. I envy them.”

“Most people would say they envied you,” you pointed out.

He shook his head. “They only see what the camera captures. They don’t see the endless nights, trying to solve economic crisies or how to prevent war. The movies make it seem that being royalty is the height of luxury, but really it’s just a cage. Or maybe more like a zoo. You constantly have to be aware of how others perceive you so you don’t appear weak or out of control. It’s suffocating.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, ashamed that you had made so many wrong assumptions. “I never stopped to think about that. You must be under a lot of pressure.” You paused. “Why are you telling me this?”

He shrugged. “You seemed like you would understand. Every time I’ve tried to tell Jongin, he shakes his head. He likes this life, going from country to country, saving the world and keeping the peace. He doesn’t understand the want for the simple life. He only came here for me. Perhaps to try and change my mind about it.”

“It takes a special kind of person to appreciate this kind of life.” you looked up at the open blue sky, confused as to how anyone could prefer for this view to be obstructed by ugly skyscrapers and highways.

After that first ride, the two of you made it a daily event. Right after breakfast, you would head to the barn, ready the horses, and wait for Kyungsoo to arrive. He’d given you permission to call him by his first name. Sometimes the two of you wouldn’t return until well into the afternoon. You became close, something you never would have conceived when they first arrived.

Without any effort, he pulled from you your dreams and aspirations and favorite childhood memories and in turn he told you about his life in the palace and the pressure he was under as the future king.

Your favorite moment, however, was when you knocked on his door the night before he was meant to leave and took him to your favorite hill, a blanket folded under your arm. Placing the blanket down on the grass you sat down on top of it and patted the space beside you. Once you were both on the blanket, you laid down on your back and after he did the same, you pointed up to the clear sky, showing him your favorite constellations.

He turned to you, letting a smile spread out on his face. It mesmerized you, how his lips shaped a beautiful heart and his eyes just sparkled as they stayed trained on you. So focused on his smile, you hadn’t noticed when he leaned in closer until his lips were already on yours.

The kiss was so short you barely had time to close your eyes before he pulled away.

“Sorry,” he murmured, blush barely visible in the dark.

Shaking your head, you pulled him back for another quick kiss. “Don’t be.”

The memory still played in your head as you played with your breakfast. The boys weren’t down yet and you were thankful as you might start turning red the moment you saw Kyungsoo.

Your plate was empty by the time they entered the kitchen. Jongin bowed to your father.

“I’m sorry, but we won’t be able to eat with you this morning. I just got a call and our ride will be here in less than ten minutes.”

Your mother pouted. They loved her food and she was proud of that. You wouldn’t be surprised if she put up a plaque stating such. “Well, let me at least pack you something for the journey. The airport is quite a ways away.”

Jongin nodded in appreciation. “Thank you.”

Your stomach dropped. You thought you might have just a little more time before they left. Disappointed, you excused yourself from the room, not looking at Kyungsoo as you passed.

Barely a minute later, he found you in the barn, murmuring to Spirit.

“If it helps, I don’t want to go,” he whispered, leaning against the railing beside you on his elbows.

“This wasn’t just a thing you did for fun, right?” you asked, worried about the answer. “You didn’t try to seduce the farmer’s daughter for a story, right?”

His eyes widened and he grasped your hand desperately. “No! Never!” He sighed, his entire body deflating. “I would never do that. Meeting you is one of the greatest things to ever happen to me.”

You let the corner of your mouth go up, pushing away the doubt at his sincerity. “Really?”

He gave you another heart-shaped smile, brushing hair out of your eyes and behind your ear. “Yes, really. And if you’ll let me, I would like to come back. To see you again.”

You nodded enthusiastically and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in close.

“Ah-hem.”

At the interruption, you pulled apart, embarrassed to be caught.

Jongin stood in the entrance, a smirk on his lips. “The car is here. I’ll wait for you out there.”

He walked away, his shoulders shaking. Kyungsoo turned back to you and kissed your cheek.

“Until I see you again.”

Watching him leave was painful. You never asked for a fairytale and yet, it seemed one landed in your lap. Once he disappeared, you ran to the entrance of the barn, partially hiding behind the wall as you watched Kyungsoo put his luggage in the trunk. Before he slid into the backseat, he made eye contact with you and smiled.

Come back, you thought. Please, come back.

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