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[seokjinlesbian]

2 cool 4 skool → map of the soul : 7

[sugadrop]

that’s hot..

[whichwaytowonderlandep]

Evermore | Ch. 1

Pairings: (Yoongi/Reader)

Genre: Romance, Angst

Words: 3,638

Tags: Beauty and The Beast AU, Modern au, eventual smut, drug mentions (sort of)

Series: The Disney Series

Chapter One

Your hand flew out of the sheets, flying across the side of the bed blindly before you finally made contact with the annoying device that had decided to wake you up at the ungodly hour of six in the afternoon. Too early for you. 

You let out a loud groan, feeling slightly buzzed as the hangover from last night comes at you in full force. The sounds of the cars running and the people having fun outside of your apartment building filtered into your small and run down apartment. 

You don’t remember much of last night, having completely checked out of your body as the night progressed, you continued to work the streets until the ungodly hour of three in the morning. 

You get up from your bed, bones cracking as you smack your dry lips together. One of your hands comes up from under the covers as you push your tangled hair out of your face. The warm air coming from the fan in the corner doing little to stop you from sweating like hell while you slept during the day. 

You knew your roommate must’ve been here during the day by the leftover weed smell that continued to linger in the air coming from the kitchen. You ignore it, already having been used to the smell before you move to the bathroom. 

Your eyes instantly meet your unruly hair as you really take a look at yourself, seeing all the makeup from last night still on your face — smudged and not at all pleasant looking. 

You decide to get ready for the night, taking a long cold shower as the knots that had formed under all that stress and that hard as a rock bed wasn’t helping make matters any better. 

The heavy metal music and the sound of cars honking filling in the silence as you got ready in the sluttiest clothing you could find in the shared closet you and your roommate, Olivia had. You had promised her to finally join her tonight, after weeks of asking you finally agreed to join her and maybe make some money on the side while you were at it. 

A tight, black dress that landed too far from your knee but that still left something to the imagination. Your makeup was done heavy — black eyeshadow and eyeliner, as well as dark red lipstick coloring your lips as you made your way out of your apartment… through your window. 

It’s not that your door didn’t work well, it was the people behind said door that you were wanting to avoid. Your rent was due soon and your front door neighbor had this thing about grabbing your ass every time he saw you. So, climbing out of a three story apartment window and into your fire escape seemed like the safer choice of the two at the moment. 

You make your way down the street, heels clicking loudly as your hips sway side to side. The dirty streets of the city were filled with late night party goers, drug addicts looking to score and ladies of the night looking to make a quick buck. Your smile flirts with the man you pass, throwing small waves at the ones who almost break their neck to get a glimpse of your ass. You break out in a giggle as one of them trips over his friends.  

Your hair bounces on your shoulders as you quickly make it down the street, catching sight of your friend’s bright purple hair. “Oli!” You shout her name as you stand a few meters away from her, waving your arms around as you try to get her attention from the other side of the street.

Olivia Alvarez was an old friend from the days before you became a college drop out — her following you right along. What mostly attracted you to her was her loud as fuck personality and her will to give less fucks in any situation. “I’ll talk to you later baby, my girl is here.” She pats the guy on the ass, startling him slightly before moving to wrap her hands around you as you ran towards her. 

“I haven’t seen you since yesterday!” You exclaim, hugging her tightly. You let go of her as you wrap a hand around her shoulders. “Where have you been, buddy?” 

“Oh you know…” Oli wiggles her eyebrows, making an action zip her lips and throwing the key away. “A lady never reveals her conquests.” She whips her hair around as she wraps her arm around your waist. Her height making it possible for her to lay her head on your shoulder with no problems — leading the both of you to stand at the corner of the street. 

“Manny was looking for you again last night” you say, watching her smile quickly disappear from her lips. “Told him you left the country… again.” 

“Yeah, well next time you see him, tell him that I died.” Oli ‘s heavy Argentinian accent coming out as memories of him come to mind. “And that my body was cremated, that you scatter my ashes into the ocean so that I may find my way back home and blah blah blah” 

You chuckle at her dramatic ways, finally separating from her as the catcalling around the two of you becomes even more noticeable. “You’ll be fine, just avoid him for a couple of more days and he’ll get bored… eventually.” 

“So what are we doing tonight?” You change the subject quickly, trying to keep the mood a happier one. 

“We are going to hit a couple of clubs, meet some new friends and have the best fucking time if our lives” Oli counts each one of them on her fingers, reaching into her jacket’s pocket and pulling a small plastic bag of different colored pills. 

Your smile only wavers slightly as she pulls two of them out, offering one of them to you before shoving the other one into her mouth. 

You eye the one in your hand, not sure how taking random drugs is going to get you through the night without making a plethora of horrible decisions. It would sure as hell make it a whole lot easier. “Come on (Y/N)” Oli says in a mocking manner, “Live a little!” 

You smile, a slight grimace on your lips before taking the pill into your mouth. 

Right, (Y/N)... it’s time to live a little. — you think to yourself, already regretting what was going to happen tonight. 

//

Min Yoongi couldn’t be even more than happy to get the hell out of that party. If it could even be called a party. His fingers twirl around the emerald ring on his left hand. His face showing no emotion as he took another long sip of his watered down tequila — he had no plans on getting drunk tonight, but as the night went on he was going to quickly change his mind. His black hair crazily moving to the California breeze as he leans on the glass railing overlooking the bright city lights. 

All he wanted to do was to go back to his hotel room and take a nice long and well deserved nap. But no, he had to stay here in the middle of a city where he knew absolutely nobody. Where he was only asked by his company to appear for appearances sake. 

“Hey grumpy!” A loud voice startles him as a taller body crashes into his. Hoseok’s blinding smile moves to the corner of his eyes, a hard pat on his back. “What the hell are you doing out here when the girls are all inside?” 

He would have almost forgotten about Hoseok’s presence if it wasn’t for the way he would constantly come outside and check up on him every couple of minutes. 

“You’re missing out, man!” Hoseok continues as Yoongi gives him an uninterested glare before moving his gaze back to the city. “Why don’t you just come back inside, I might even have the right girl for you.” THe younger man chuckles. 

“Not interested” Yoongi grumbles, already knowing where this was going. He had seen it all before, the parties, the glamour, the celebrities — hell, he has lived in the spotlight most of his life and there was nothing he had grown to hate more. He drinks what was left in his glass, hoping that the younger male would finally take the hint. Unfortunately, that was still not the case. 

“Oh stop being such a grump! I know you used to like to party!” Hoseok whines as he leans over the railing, trying to get Yoongi to meet his eyes. “I want my best bro back” 

“You know, I’m doing just fine with this bottle for myself” Yoongi points to the bottle sitting on the ground beside him. “I was also having a great ass time, so why not let me continue doing that?” With a grim smile, Yoongi looks back at the scenery in front of him. 

Hoseok gives him one last smile before wrapping his arm around the giggling girl beside him. He had always known Yoongi to be the biggest grump he had ever met — nothing mean that he said was ever taken to heart. Hoseok, even after everything they’ve been through, would still consider him one of his best friends. 

Hoseok lets out a deep sigh as he realizes the older man isn’t really in the mood to party so he reluctantly takes his keys out of his jacket, placing them on the flat railing before taking his leave.”Don’t scratch it” Hoseok yells back before disappearing from the patio and into the lively atmosphere. 

Yoongi takes one look at them, his tongue pushing against his cheek as he places the bottle on the metal railing with a thunk, grabbing onto the keys before he makes his way down and through the backyard — possibly avoiding every person he possibly could. 

His mind was slightly buzzed from the alcohol, nose red from the cold and his body feeling only slightly heavy, and yet, nothing was stopping him from climbing into the front seat of Hoseok’s car and pulling off into the dark road. 

// 

You’re extremely sweaty, a little bit hot and definitely feeling like you might pass out any second. At the same time... you felt euphoric, high on life and you would admit a little bit horny. Olivia and you had found yourself gaining free entry to one of the nearby clubs, stepping onto the dance floor as soon as the two of you arrived. You had some idea of what Oli might have given you, making a note to ask her tomorrow if she had any more. 

The strobing lights made you dizzy and the vibrations coming from the surrounding speakers were beginning to give you a heavy migraine. You stop dancing as you feel someone pull at your hand, looking back with your fuzzy vision you see Olivia’s wild hair in your present view.  You could hear her saying something, although it sounded like nothing but gibberish to you. 

You don’t know what she said, but your hazy mind was able to put two and two together as you saw her smirk at you before turning around and grabbing onto some random guy’s arm. She has found a client for tonight and from here on out you were flying solo. 

You’re no longer paying attention to her as you see her making her way out of the club, instead your eyes start scanning the rest of the barely lit club. As a high-end escort, Olivia knew the clubs where all the rich, married and very lonely trophy husbands and CEOs liked to hang out and relax. It was her hunting ground. 

The men in her life didn’t last very long but from the moment they met her, they could only assume they were done for. Once she had her claws on him she wouldn’t let them go until she got bored or she got a large sum of money from them. Olivia gets bored very easily. 

You hadn’t been okay with the idea when she had first suggested you joined her while she worked, knowing rent was due next week and you barely had enough food to last you the next few days. So, you took her up on her offer. To let her teach you her ways of manipulation. 

You lick at your dry lips, feeling lost and alone as you no longer have someone familiar around you. You push your hair back as you step off to the side, your body starting to feel sore as you move towards the crowded bar. You try to find an empty spot, looking as the poor bartender gets pulled in all directions — the idea that you would possibly get a drunk any time soon is long gone as you unwrap your jacket from your waist and head towards the exit. 

The fresh air hits you with full force as your body cools down. You could still hear the loud music thumping from inside the club as you move through the empty alleyway. Your mind is still a little fuzzy as you put on your jacket, getting the last of your cigarettes from the inside of your jacket. 

You stumble out of the alleyway, fighting to make your lighter work as the wind starts to pick up as you step onto the street. You groan out loud, shaking the lighter in your hands as if that would make it magically work. “Stupid thing better work, I just bought it last week!” ‘

You weren’t really paying attention as you kept on walking, the migraine you had back at the club making its presence known. You were not looking at your surroundings, or at the empty and wet street as your boots slap against the puddles and you were certainly not aware of the very bright lights coming down the road at a very alarming speed. 

Yoongi looks up at the road, the bright red jacket shining as the headlights of the car he was driving hit you. His foot slams down on the brakes, his heart beating a mile a minute before the care fortunately stops only inches from your body. He did not need a criminal record. 

 Your startled eyes meet his as you drop your lighter to the cold, wet asphalt with a clink. It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t almost pee your pants. After the initial shock wears off, you feel relieved and then, you feel only anger. It could be the drugs talking or it could be the alcohol that made you act way out of character. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You almost ran me over!” You angrily yelled as you slam your hands against the hood of the very expensive-looking car. Hair falling all over your face as you try to take through the tinted windows, trying to get a look at the culprit’s face. You stumble around, your boots not helping out the matter. 

You didn’t have to wait long before the man stepped out of the vehicle, anger apparent on his face as he made his way to the front of the car. “You didn’t scratch it, did you?” He ignores you as his eyes scan the hood, looking for any kind of scratches. “Are you serious right now? You could’ve killed me and you’re worried about your fucking car?!” 

He lets out a sigh of relief as he makes his motives there are no scratches on the car. “Key word, almost.” he mumbles, not sparing you a glance as he gets back in his car. 

“Uh, no you dipshit. I could have died.” You continue on, following him to his window —smacking your hands on it as you try to get his attention again. It seems as if you succeeded as he rolls the window down all the way. 

“Please don’t touch the window, I don’t want it to get filthy” The man says as he looks at you up and down with nothing but a bored expression plastered on his face. 

“Way to be rude, asshole” You mumble, leaning against the car. Your head leaning towards the window as you try to maintain your balance— your stomach starts to feel kind of funny, but the feeling of anger is still surpassing anything else that you could possibly be feeling. 

“I could be splattered in front of your car and you only car if your precious car doesn’t have a scratch on it.” You continue mumble, “It’s exactly how people like you are ruining our country!” There it is again, that funny feeling in your stomach. 

“You mean drug-addicted prostitutes like you aren’t?” Yoongi finally looks your way, an eyebrow raises as he gives you a skeptical look. He knew he was judging you without even knowing you but he was stressed enough as it is and you were the closest thing he could take his frustrations on you. Some stranger he might never get to see again. 

He can tell by the way your eyes widen and your mouth opens in a little gasp that he had offended you, he could feel guilt bubbling up in his chest as he realizes that he offended you deeply. He doesn’t let you see he feels that way as his face and demeanor becomes cold again— pushing the button to close his window, cutting your words as you continue cursing him out. 

You continue to tap on the window as you hear the sound of a revving engine. The rude motherfucker thinks he can get away with anything just because he has money. The  migraine and the feeling  you had in your stomach is something that you can no longer keep pushing down and as you throw up the little food you had managed to eat that day onto the side of his very slick and very clean car you knew that you had fucked up. You smirk as he parks the car once more, wiping at your lips. You take a step back as you watch him angrily get out of the car with eyebrows furrowed and disgust clearly showing on his face. 

You don’t get to live in the moment for long as your vision becomes blurry and your eyes catch only the glimpse of the headlights as your world becomes dark and you hit the ground with a loud thud. 

Yoongi instantly turns around, his eyes searching for your body before he finds you passed out in the middle of the road. “For fuck’s sake…” He mumbles angrily to himself.  For once, he was glad that he got lost on a road with little to no traffic at all. He takes one more look at the vomit on the ground, feeling queasy at the sight of it. He skips over it, careful to not get it on his very expensive shoes as he squats down next to your body. 

“Hey, stupid...Wake up.” Yoongi says as he nudges your shoulder, hearing soft snores coming from under a mountain of hair. He pushes you fully on your back, your hair falling back onto the wet concrete as he sees the peaceful look on your face -- along with some of the vomit still present on your chin. “Why does shit like this always happen to me?” Yoongi has an inquisitive look on his face as he looks around his surroundings, the cold air making his breath visible in front of him as he notices no one around the surrounding area. He could easily leave you right where you were, get in his car and just get the hell out of there. Another part of him is telling him to at least move you to the sidewalk, to the ‘nice’ and ‘comfortable looking garbage so that you at least don’t get used as a speed bump. 

And yet, something in his consciousness tells him that he was human not too long ago and while you were rude to him… he couldn’t just leave you to rot in the middle of nowhere. He had no idea where you had appeared from and as he gently patted the pockets of your jacket he could tell you didn’t have a cellphone or anything he could call your loved ones with. He could always call the police, but he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to explain the scene in front of him or how long they would take to actually get there. 

“Mom…” He hears you mumble in your deep sleep. 

“Hey..Wake up. You can’t stay here…” Yoongi tries one more time and as you offer no more words, he finally makes up his mind. He unbuttons his silk jacket, moving to place it on your legs before he moves his arms beneath your knees and your shoulders. “Damn, could you be any heavier?” He complains, adjusting you as best he could in your arms before moving back towards his vehicle. He struggles with opening the back door as he tries to not drop you, he ends up using his leg as he hooks his foot onto the handle and struggles to open it. Succeeding after a few minutes, finally placing you into the back seat. He steps away, making sure all of your limbs were inside the car before he slams the door—  hoping that it would wake you up and you could go on your merry way, but as he watches your unmoving body still sleeping in his back seat he knows that it was a futile attempt. 

“Fucking…..” He grumbles in annoyance as he skips over the vomit on the asphalt, getting into his car and driving off. 

Masterlist>>

[plutomins]

2/100 gifsets of yoongi

[kimseokjinn]

Yoongi x mint hair

[dearhopeworld]

yeah, i love him so much

[taejvu]

sleepy jungkook moodboard

[k-ths]

“ i want to help / i used to be like them, someone with passion / make dreams brighter, get rid of the nightmares / peace will be right there. ” ㅡ  p.o.p (piece of peace) pt.1 | j-hope

[ilyseok]

extempore (m)

Fandom: BTS Pairings: J-Hope|Jung HoseokxReader Genres: CEO AU, secret relationships, smut, fluff, slight exhibitionism Rating: M Words: 3k

Summary: A spontaneous outing on your lunch break leads to some fun and mischief at the pier down by the lake.

A/N: Anything to avoid working on my camp nano project :))

Excerpt:

The park he brings you to is a good twenty miles away in another suburb of the city. The noise of the city traffic becomes quieter and the soft crash of the waves at the lakeshore louder as you run toward the pier hand-in-hand, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

"Hoseok, slow down!" you plead breathlessly. "It's a little hard to run in these heels."

He stops abruptly, causing you to crash into him from behind. Before you can protest his sudden halt, he whirls around and scoops you up, one arm under your knees and the other around your waist. You squawk and wrap your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

extempore[ik-stem-puh-ree]:

adverb

1. on the spur of the moment; without premeditation or preparation; offhand:

You exhale a muffled groan into your palm as you set down your pen, running a hand through your hair and blinking your eyes a few times. The graphs in front of you started to look the same around two or three hours ago; you swear if you have to spend another minute looking at the reports you've been given, your mind will implode. You looked at the clock on the wall - 11:55 AM. Surely no one will mind if you slipped out on your break a few minutes early.

"Hyojin, you don't mind if I go to lunch a little early, do you?" you ask your coworker at the desk opposite to yours. The top of her golden blonde hair was barely visible from behind her computer monitor.

"Sure, go ahead," she says expressionlessly, not even registering what you said.

"Don't work too hard, alright?" You ruffle her hair as you tease her, and she swats your hand away.

"Just go already," she says grumpily.

You gather up your purse and check your appearance in the compact mirror you keep on hand. The vision you have in mind of a marinated flank sandwich from the shop on State Street makes your mouth water as you check your wallet for the appropriate amount of cash. Just as you're about to leave, a knock resounds against the wooden door of your shared office. Remembering your secretarial etiquette and gritting your teeth, you call out to them.

"Come in."

A tall, well-dressed man slips in the office, bright orange hair catching your eye. "Good morning, ladies," he greets. With those three simple words, your heart rises in your chest, and you have to fight back the coy smile threatening to give away your composure. You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear and glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

"Good morning, Mr. Jung. What can I assist you with today?" you ask in a well-rehearsed manner.

"Ah, ___, can you call ahead to the bistro on the capital square for two? It's a little last minute, but I have a meeting with an investor today at 12:30."

You look over nervously at Hyojin to gauge her attention toward him as he leans over and rests his hands on either side of your oak desk. His expression appears cool and stoic to most, but a closer look into his eyes reveals his true intent. You nod at his instructions, decipherable only to you, and pick up the handset of your phone.

"Right away, sir," you say, lightly biting on your bottom lip. As he exits the office, you dial a number to book the CEO's appointment per his request. Hyojin pays you no mind as she types away at her computer, utterly oblivious to the buzzing of your cellphone in your purse.

You look around once or twice at your busy surroundings as you step out of the glass revolving doors of the building. A black Escalade pulls up to the curb and turns on its emergency lights as it parks a way down, closer to the intersection. High heels clicking against the pavement as you stroll along unhurriedly, the giddiness in your chest takes over, and you walk a little faster until you can no longer contain yourself, breaking out into a near-sprint toward the vehicle. You pull the front passenger door open and hop in, your breathing erratic and demeanor that of a young teenager in love.

"Took you long enough," Hoseok says as he lifts your chin and closes in to kiss you slowly. You giggle into his mouth and kiss him back, offering no excuse when you pull away to buckle yourself in.

"I was really looking forward to that steak sandwich," you pout. "I figured if I can wait for my lunch, so can you."

Hoseok kisses along your jaw up to your ear and bites at the flesh of your earlobe. "If you don't want to behave, I can just leave you here," he mutters darkly.

You shrink away from him instinctively at the tickle of his breath on your neck. "Fine, fine. Just drive."

Hoseok's smile is charming, hypnotic almost. After he puts the car into gear and pulls away from the curb, he rests his hand on your knee, absentmindedly rubbing the skin below the hem of your skirt with his thumb.

The park he brings you to is a good twenty miles away in another suburb of the city. The noise of the city traffic becomes quieter and the soft crash of the waves at the lakeshore louder as you run toward the pier hand-in-hand, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

"Hoseok, slow down!" you plead breathlessly. "It's a little hard to run in these heels."

He stops abruptly, causing you to crash into him from behind. Before you can protest his sudden halt, he whirls around and scoops you up, one arm under your knees and the other around your waist. You squawk and wrap your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. He kisses your forehead as you berate him for the way he manhandles you in his haste.

When he finally sets you down, it's in a hidden corner behind a fancy restaurant located at the end of the pier. You straighten yourself up as you sit down on a concrete block next to him.

"Mind telling me why we're so far away today?" you say, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I came here last weekend for an event, and it made me think of you. I think you'd like the little restaurant on the roof over at Pier 15," he says, pointing at a ten-story building across the way from your current location. As if he knows what you were about to ask next, he presses a finger to your lips and continues. "As for why here," he pauses to pull you into his lap, "it seems like a nice spot to have some fun."

A shiver runs up your spine as he presses his lips to the nape of your neck. You cross your legs as you try not to give into him so quickly. "Always the mischievous one, Mr. Jung. Aren't you worried someone will come back here?" You crane your neck and sigh contentedly as he grazes his lips over your neckline.

"As if you're not as excited about that as I am," Hoseok huffs against your skin and pulls aside the fabric of your blouse. He leaves a light trail of kisses on your shoulder before moving back and taking your skin between his teeth at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

"Ah, ah," you half-scold, half-moan. "No marks today. I don't have anything to cover it up."

"You're no fun, ___," he pouts and turns you around to face him. You discard your heels to the side and adjust your skirt to straddle his lap.

"I'm plenty of fun, dear. I wouldn't be here with you if I weren't." You yank on his tie, loosening it as you unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. "You better make it good, though, because if you're scolded for being late to your 2:00 meeting, it'll be your head on the table."

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, settling into his lap with his stiffening crotch pressed against yours. "You know I never disappoint, baby," he groans into your mouth, as you grind your hips down into his.

You bite his lower lip and weave one hand in his hair to pull on his roots hard, just how he likes it. "Don't get cocky with me, and get to work already."

Hoseok hums against your lips and slips his hand under your skirt, tracing a line along the junction between your thigh and your hip and playing with the lace trim of your panties. When he reaches your center, he lightly teases you through the fabric with his fingers.

"Eager, are we?" he hints toward the dampness between your legs.

"Shut up and kiss me." You grab him by the back of his head and crash your lips together, licking along his bottom lip for him to open his mouth. He obliges and welcomes your tongue into his mouth, pulling aside your panties and dipping a finger into your wet folds. Your breath catches in the back of your throat as he melts you into a puddle with the skill of his fingers alone, scissoring back and forth and massaging your walls before grazing over your clit.

"S-seok," you stutter, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, baby?"

"'Want you." You pull away from his lips to latch your teeth onto his the flesh of his neck, kissing and sucking on the soft spot he loves so much.

He groans in agreement with your wishes. "Hop off for a second," he says. He shrugs off his suit jacket when you climb off of him and spreads it on the expanse of the concrete block you'd been sitting on previously.

"Milady," he gestures for you to lay down on the blazer. "I'd hate for you to ruin that outfit."

You lay back on the block and hook your thumbs around the sides of your underwear and pull them down. Hoseok unbuttons your blouse further, pulling it to the side to access your bra and unhooks it from the front. He moves the garment aside to worship one of your breasts with his tongue and lips, causing a small whimper to escape your lips.

You're disappointed when he pulls back, a frustrated whine coming from his chest. "I didn't exactly plan this until the last minute, so I forgot a condom. Is that alright?" He sheepishly rubs the back of his head and looks to the side.

You lean up to kiss him gently. "S'fine. I'm good for another three weeks," you note, mentally thanking yourself for remembering to refill your prescription contraceptives the week before last.

Hoseok sighs in relief, thankful he doesn't have to go back to the office with blue balls. He unbuckles his belt and slides his pants and boxers down just enough that his erection springs free from them. His cock is hard and swollen, the head gleaming with a small amount of fluid leaking from his tip. You open your arms to him, signaling him to join you on the block. He caresses your outer thighs as he lowers himself while simultaneously pushing up your skirt.

"Lift your head, baby," he says softly. You do as he says, and he rests his hand under the back of your head to protect it from the rough concrete.

"Hoseok," you whine as he presses his tip to your entrance, moaning as he pushes forward until he bottoms out inside you. A guttural moan fills his throat while he slowly thrusts in and out of you.

"You feel better than I remember," he nudges your cheek with his nose and breathes in the scent of your perfume, breaths shaky as he exhales.

This blissful moment between the two of you on the pier feels much longer than just an hour at most. The movement of his hips is slow and careful, a contrast to Hoseok's spontaneous mood when he tugged you along to the pier. You can't help the little "ooh"s and "ah"s that leave your mouth as he pushes you deeper into ecstasy. You don't realize how much noise you're making until he freezes his movement to listen to a shuffling just a few yards away. You look over nervously, relieved when you see it's only some fallen leaves rustling against the pavement in the wind.

"Try to be a little quieter, eh?" Hoseok kisses you carefully and presses his thumb to your lips. You open for him, taking it into your mouth as you nod in acknowledgment.

He smiles fondly as he observes your expression and caresses your cheek with his free hand. "God, you're beautiful."

As much as you're flattered by the compliment, you'd appreciate it more if just moved. Left with no way to communicate this to him with his finger in your mouth, you squeeze his ass and pull him closer.

"Alright, alright," he says airily with a hint of amusement. When he dips down to you and slips his other hand back between your head and the pavement, a hypnotic look that matches your own casts over his face. Finally, he moves again. You suck on his thumb hard as he thrusts into you quicker and rougher. Hoseok changes the motion of his hips ever so slightly, allowing a deeper angle that leaves him pounding into the spot that makes your toes curl in anticipation. Your first orgasm leaves you speechless. It comes with no other warning to him other than your tightening grip on his shoulders. A searing flash of light floods the back of your eyelids as your release drips down your thigh. The squelching sounds of Hoseok moving inside you only become louder as he moves faster and harder, his labored breaths signaling that he's close to his own release.

"___, I'm gonna come," he moans.

"Mm, that's right, honey, come inside," you invite him and groan when his cock begins to pulse as he fills your pussy. The fullness is enough to trigger a second orgasm followed closely with a breathy moan.

When you open your eyes, Hoseok is staring down at you again with pure adoration in his eyes. He presses his forehead to yours, steadying his heart rate with slow breaths in sync with your own.

"I love you," he whispers and pulls out as he's softened inside of you.

"I love you too," you say, still drunk off your own high.

As you redress yourself, you move to pull your panties back up from around your ankles, but Hoseok's hand on your own stops you. "I'll be taking these," he says with a sly grin, pulling them off and holding them behind his back.

You blush profusely, bewildered and frankly, a little frustrated. "Hoseok, I am NOT about to walk back into that office with your come leaking down my thighs." You try to snatch them from him, but he tucks them into his pocket.

"I dunno, I kinda like the idea of you trying to hold it in while you spend the rest of the afternoon in meetings and presentations." The flash of his teeth and narrowing of his eyes are sinister, devilish. "Would you do that for me?"

You huff and turn away from him. "See if I go out to lunch with you ever again."

When Hoseok drops you off back at the office, it's a block or two away from the building entrance. You give him a quick peck on the lips and unbuckle yourself, but he stops you when you open the door.

"Here, take this with you. Sorry you didn't get to eat before," he says as he pulls a white paper bag from the backseat, and the glorious aroma of your favorite steak sandwich fills your nose. He smiles thoughtfully, and you kiss his cheek after taking the bag.

"Don't you think you should straighten up a little?" you ask, noting his (still) disheveled hair and clothing.

"Nah, let 'em wonder."

Thanks to the strict ways of the business, Hoseok can't flaunt you like he wishes he could. The CEO and founding member of the record label you work for dating a mere secretary such as yourself never goes over well with the press or other employees, so you continue to hide your relationship, rarely ever showing affection outside of closed doors. Even though he can't say anything about the two of you, he takes some pride in coming back to the office wearing the marks you leave behind on your random escapades during the lunch hour.

"If you say so," you shake your head at him and exit the vehicle, walking back to the office with as much grace as you can for someone with no panties and a trickle of come threatening to trail down your legs. You turn around to glare at the man still watching you from afar, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

When you hear him arrive back at the office five minutes later, you press your lips together, trying to keep your face passive as you hear the shocked murmurs among your fellow employees and the nervousness in their voices as they greet him. When you pass him in an empty corridor, carrying drinks for a meeting between some of the executives, he sticks his tongue out at you childishly and winks. It's difficult to resist the urge to hit him.

"Whoa, what happened to you?" Namjoon says incredulously as he looks his business partner and friend up and down.

Hoseok grins with a sparkle of childish mischief in his eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know," he says, offering no explanation of his whereabouts over the last few hours or even his state of dress. He straightens the collar of his white button-down shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles in the fabric as he re-secures the top button and adjusts his loosened tie.

"You've got a little something there," Namjoon says, gesturing at the smear of fire engine red lipstick on his neck. Namjoon digs around in his briefcase for a moment and offers Hoseok a spare napkin. "Here - wouldn't want you looking as fucked out as you do right now in front of our future investors."

Hoseok takes the napkin with a quick nod of his head in thanks. The carefree smile plastered on his face is easy to read, and Namjoon knows he has no intention of putting forth the effort to get his act together for the business meeting ahead of them. He pulls out a comb from the jetted pocket of his blazer and thrusts it in Hoseok's face.

"At least try to get yourself together, you heathen."

Hoseok laughs as he runs the comb through his hair, pushing back his bangs to accentuate his side part.

"I promise I'll be on my best behavior."

A likely story.

[vantaeto]

“Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool” ~ Robert Brault // Taekook Soulmate AU | Requested by @softjeon

[softhao]

Hoseok's abs are well defined ✓ confimerd by Yoongi

[seokjinlesbian]

the best boys

[sugadrop]

Persona. Shadow. Ego. ⥃ Map of the Soul

[whichwaytowonderlandep]

Whatever It Takes | Ch. 3

⇒ Pairings: (Yoongi/Reader) (Hoseok/Reader)

⇒ Genre: Romance, Angst

⇒ Words: 3,132

⇒ Tags: Cop AU, Agent AU, Gang Au, (this is a filler pretty much, nothing exciting)

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Chapter Three

You wake up to the sounds of pots and pans being moved around. A sound that quickly indicated you were not in your apartment but somewhere you had to force yourself to have a conversation with this early in the morning. You pick up your phone from where it was laying down on your pillow, your eyes squinting at the low��� and yet, very bright light coming from the screen. 

The screen read four in the morning as the sound of more pans hitting the floor sounded from the kitchen. You groan to yourself as you bury your face into your pillow, trying to block out the noise. The old cot you were laying on letting out squeaks of protests at the weight of your movements. You could hear Taehyung’s soft snores from the other side of the room as you sit up, bare feet touching the cold floor as you look around for any type of shoes. Your lips smack together as you wipe away the sleep from your eyes before you’re making your way out of the bedroom. 

The first thing your eyes find as they adjust to the light coming from the kitchen in the sight of Jungkook muttering to himself, trying to turn the stove on — the click clack of it refusing to turn on echoing in the room. You don’t say anything as you come up behind him, startling the younger man as you push him to the side as you take the lighter from him and turn the stove yourself. “Behold, fire.” You mumble as you hand him the lighter and turn towards the fridge. 

You could see a rush of red on Jungkook’s cheeks as nods in thanks, pouring in the pancake mix. “Make me some, too” you groggily tell him, turning towards the fridge before pouring yourself a glass of orange juice. As thoughts of last night came rushing back to you, the decision to go out to that club without letting anyone know was probably not the best idea— at least you made contact, got a feel of what you were getting yourself into. Jung Hoseok was definitely a flirt.  Although, you would have definitely done without the shots as you remember a sort of wobbly walk to your shared apartment for the next few months, you didn’t really have that much of an eventful night after that — Jungkook was asleep when you got there and Taehyung was nowhere to be found.

You sit up on the counter, the dining table already too littered with Jungkook’s equipment for you to try and  find any space at all. “Where did you go last night?” Jungkook questions as he passes you a full plate, “You turned off your tracker.” He mumbles, giving you a side glance. 

“Just wanted to get accustomed to the city” You smile sleepily at him, “Why are you up so early?” You scold him softly, biting down on your freshly made breakfast. You glance at his various monitors, only understanding half of what they showed. “I just couldn’t sleep, thought I could do some more for you guys. Why did you go out at one in the morning?”

You chuckle at his line of questioning, “Nosy, aren’t we?” You tease him, letting out a sigh “I’ve never been here before, even if it’s about two hours from the head building. I just wanted to be around ” you confess, shrugging your shoulders. 

“I wasn’t trying to be nosy” Jungkook vacillated, “I was just worried…” He mumbles that last part.

The sound of the door to the bedroom opening distracts from your conversation to reveal a sleepy looking Taehyung, he smacks his lips together as he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes.  

“Why are you up?” You ask him as he leans on the counter beside you “Didn’t you get in like a minute ago?” You watch as he shrugs before stealing some of your food as you both turn to stare at Jungkook. He gets a few bites in before asking, “What’s for today?”

 “Well, with you guys making the progress that you’ve been making…” Jungkook gives you both a side glance before moving to sit in front of his computer. “We’re moving pretty quickly through the supposed schedule.” 

“However, I did get a chance to get into their security system and part of Hoseok’s calendar. It’s mostly just charity galas, events and names of some people I still haven’t had the chance to profile.” He scratches the back of his neck, looking kind of sheepishly as he admits his progress. 

“That’s good, that means we can get this over with even faster,” Taehyung says, looking up at you. “Less time away from our real lives, I’m sure you would love to get back to it.” He smirks in your direction. You slap jokingly on his shoulder, if anyone knew about you and Yoongi’s ‘relationship’ the most, it had to be Taehyung — he was there for most of it. 

“What do we do next?” Taehyung continues, this time his attention fully on Jungkook as he continues to eat from your plate. You yawn as you feel the sleepy feeling creeping back up. 

“Well, since then Chief is now a big part of this operation— I have to wait what his part in all this is,” Jungkook says. 

Yeah, you where also question what the fuck Yoongi was doing there — however, it didn’t take a genius to know that the reason was more than likely you. “Where is he anyway?” You voice out what everyone else was thinking, looking around the otherwise empty apartment. You know for a fact that he snores pretty loud, there’s no way he was here still. 

“He left this morning saying he had some business to take care of, didn’t say when he would be back.” Jungkook shrugs, his breakfast long forgotten as he sits back down in front of his computer set. “I’m guessing to get rid of anything that would get his attention away from this mission.”

“Whatever, just make sure to text me when he arrives. I’m going out for a run.” You let both of them know before walking back into your shared room, changing into leggins and a hoodie. You pick your phone and headphones, making your way out of the room and passing the kitchen. Jungkook now fully immersed in his computer, the surveillance videos from Hoseok’s apartment taking most of the available screens. Taehyung had moved into the small living room, a cup of coffee in one hand and a lit up cigarette in the other. “I’ll be back in about an hour or so, I’m going around the block” You shout back as you walk out of the cramped apartment. 

//

Hoseok sits behind one of the exclusive tables of one of the many famous restaurants he owns in the area of downtown. He could feel the eyes of the other guests stealing side glances at the men as they continued to enjoy their meals. His leg moves up and down as he stares down deep in thought  at the cup of white wine in his hand, his mind drifting back to two nights ago. 

He can still remember the smell of your perfume, the smirk you wore across your lips and that tantalizing gaze you gave him as if he wasn’t good enough. 

Fuck, how he wanted to ruin you.

“Boss?” Jimin asks, tentatively as he watches murder form on the oldest face, “everything okay?” He watches the small mental breakdown going on inside the brain of his oldest friend. He could only put two and two together from the moment Hoseok had starting acting so strange, back to when he had first met you back at his bar — he couldn’t really understand what the big deal was, sure you were a part of a very powerful family in this business but from what he had heard being whispered around here was that you were no longer a part of it. You had ran away, disappeared for a few years before popping up here again. How could they even know if it was the real heiress? Hoseok just couldn’t see all the other possibilities. 

Jimin found it weird, to leave all that power and riches away to just float around from continent to continent — not taking care of the things you were supposed to be in charge of. He thought it was highly irresponsible of you, a spoiled rich kid with behaviour issues. 

He puts the fork down on his now empty plate, wiping his lips with the pristine cloth that was once resting on his lap. “We have a few more meetings today, and a fitting at four for your suit. The-”

“Can you find more about (Y/N) Ucello, where she’s currently staying? What does her schedule look like?” Hoseok interrupts Jimin as he cuts into his food once more, showing it in his mouth as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “There’s got to be a reason why she’s in town all of a sudden…” Hoseok puts his utensils down on the plate as a loud clunk fills the room, the people around him sending him glances before continuing on with their own conversations. 

“...Boss?” Jimin whispers, frowning as he tries to get Hoseok’s full attention “Should we be getting involved with her?” Jimin asks, leaning back against his chair. “We’re doing just fine without any outside help.”

“It wouldn’t be outside help. Think about the power her family holds, the riches, the connections… Not to mention, (Y/N) isn’t that boring to be around.” Hoseok continues in a gaze as he looks into nothing while playing with the rings on his fingers. If he had you on his side, that meant he had the most powerful man in the world by his side. Oh, the things he could do with that much power in his hands. “I don’t know about that, but it seems we’ve struck gold with our unexpected guest.” 

“I get it, she makes you horny.” Jimin interrupts him, “But still, do you really want to go down that road? You know once you’re in with an Ucello, there’s no going back.” 

He smirks, the gears in his head moving at a rapid speed as millions of ideas run through his mind. “Anything you can get on her, I want it in my possession as soon as possible. Now.” He continues.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Have Seokjin find her schedule and anyone else she might be doing business with while she’s in town.” Hoseok insists, his mind already been made up. 

Jimin doesn’t press anymore,  instead he pulls his phone out of his pocket— sending a quick text to Seokjin about Hoseok’s latest escapades. 

“It’s done” Jimin says, putting his phone away as soon as he sees Seokjin’s reply. 

//

You take in a couple of breaths as you lean down on your knees, the sweaty grey sweatshirt clinging onto your skin as you take a sip of your water bottle. You weren’t keeping track of how long you were running for, but as the sun shone high in the sky and your water supply running low you knew it had been a couple of hours. You walk off the path, sitting down on the grass as you look towards the serene lake. You lean back on your hands, the sound of your phone cutting through the silence interrupting the comfortable moment.

It took you a few minutes to regain your breath, to get your heart beating back to normal as you. You take out your vibrating phone from your pocket, watching as Yoongi’s goofy face stares back at you. You chuckle as memories of when you took that photo surface back every time he calls you. “What do you need, my little bon bon?” 

“I thought I told you not to call me that” Yoongi instantly replies. 

“And I never said I wasn’t, what do you need?” You ask him again, trying to get to the point as the gray clouds start rolling in above you. 

“I need you to come back to the safe house, get your equipment and check in at the Melrose Hotel. There’s a gala there tonight that you’ll be attending.” Yoongi continues, “I should be there as soon as I clear things up here at the office. I made sure Jeon ordered what you needed for tonight. It’s time you make first contact.” 

“Understood, sir” You say as you stand up from the grass, brushing the dirt off of your pants before hanging up the phone. 

//

You watch with a look of disgust on your face as Jungkook slurps up the cream in one of the cannolis. That boy is not normal— thinking to yourself as you shake your head , finally managing to look away from him. Maybe stopping by the bakery around the corner wasn’t that good of an idea. “That is just disgusting” 

You take a big gulp of your coffee, your eyes scanning the board filled with surveillance pictures, reports from Taehyung and old/new data Jungkook had collected at the beginning.

There was still no way Hoseok’s empire would come crashing down, he was thorough and made sure nothing could ever be traced back to him. Lucky for you, you love the thrill and adventure that comes with the challenge.You hear the front door of the apartment open behind you, “Where are we with Taehyung?” Yoongi says, throwing his coat onto the couch before standing right next to you —his hands on his hips.

 Yoongi had been taking turns here and at the office, he was joining the team and leaving his second in command in charge of the station. He missed being on the field and he knew no better time than with his old team. 

“He’s on making another drop, He got a call from Park again.” Jungkook answers. 

“That’s good, he’ll find his way into the inner circle soon enough.” Yoongi nods as he sits down on the sofa. “The gala tonight, I want you to make a move. Make sure to give him a business proposition.” “But, before we agree to anything else. Are you sure you want to proceed?” Yoongi questions, looking at you straight in the eyes. “Because if you do, your father will know where you are and he will find you. I know this is the last thing you want.”

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s time he and I get together.” 

Yoongi stares, maintaining eye contact with you before nodding, moving to talk to Jungkook about the rest of the schedule — leaving you to wallow in your own thoughts and memories. 

//

Your high heels click against the marbled floor of the lobby floor, wheeling your luggage behind you as you take your sunglasses off. “Way to attract attention to yourself” You hear Jungkook in your ear as you sashay your way to the front desk. You smile up to the camera as you take off your sunglasses, knowing full Jungkook was the only one watching. You had changed from your work out clothing to one of the many expensive outfits you had hidden away. 

You politely smile at the man at the front desk, “Reservation under Ucello” You tell him, slipping your license over to him as you slide your sunglasses back on as you survey the big lobby. 

“Looks like you’ve got a fan” Jungkook mentions, looking through his monitor as he recognizes one of Hoseok’s men, not sitting far from you. Kim Seokjin, more or less the one who makes up Hoseok’s daily calendar. You smirk, knowing that initiating contact last night helped you in some way. It definitely got his attention. 

“This arrived for you, Miss Ucello” The receptionist calls for your attention again, sliding an envelope towards you. You take it in your hands, nodding in thanks as you pull out two silver  tickets for the charity gala tonight. “And your room key, Miss” 

“Thank you” You grab onto it as well before making your way towards the elevators, as soon as the doors close and you’re alone once again you let out a deep breath- waving your key card on the censor.  Your feet were killing you, you had put on those heels in the town car before getting off and you swear it felt like you had had them on for what seemed like a week. Why can’t sexy shoes be sensible?  - you think to yourself as the elevator arrives at the penthouse. 

“I see we’re living off appearances, I’m guessing the money for this room isn’t coming from the agency’s bank account” You say out loud, watching as the smart tv turns on and Jungkook’s face appears. 

“Well, technically… it hasn’t been paid for completely…” Jungkook says, shrugging as he swivels around in the chair. “Hyung didn’t really explain all the details to me”

 “Yeah, I’m using my old credit card. Might as well let daddy dearest I’m in town while I parade around town” You sigh at the thought of finally seeing your father after eight years of remaining under the radar, sticking to the shadows and evading every goon he sent after you. You’ve kept yourself hidden as you fought for the good guys as an ally and had placed most of his associates in jail or those who had gotten themselves killed in the process. 

You put your bag on the couch, kicking your heels as you head towards the bed. You put the suitcase on top of the ottoman at the end. 

“I’ll leave you to get ready, I need to check in with Tae before he goes off the grid tonight.” Jungkook let’s you know before the television turns off again. You start to take off your clothing, throwing your clothing onto the floor until you’re left in nothing but your underwear before you make your way to the walk-in closet. 

Jungkook had made the move from your personal storage unit, filling it with all of your old dresses and clothing from your socialite days. All one of a kind and all expensive enough to buy a small house with. This part you definitely did not miss. “My babies, how I’ve missed you” You bite at your bottom lip as you pick out the dress for tonight. Elegant but slutty with the low back and front that left nothing to the imagination. 

You lay it out on the bed as you turn to the speakers in the room, before turning towards the bathroom and getting ready for tonight. 

You could feel yourself getting excited, the same way you did when you knew there was danger around the corner. It was finally starting to feel like home. 

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