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devotedfem · 22 days ago

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«Corpse bride groom»

Synopsis: You were forced to marry for convenience, so you practiced your vows in the forest, but you didn't expect the branch coming alive after you marry it. You thought you saw a ghost, but he was worse, a corpse groom.

K. Taehyung x f. Reader

4.7K words.

Genre: Corpse bride au | yander-ish.

Tags: inspired by Corpse bride by Tim burton, arranged marriage, Infatuation, obsessive behavior, Original male character (Victoria's male version from the movie), Tae is so deeply in love with reader, he's whipped, dead Taehyung (he'll come back to life for smut purposes lol), captivity, innocent and naive reader, gothic vibes, Taehyung's a wolf in sheep clothes, possessive behavior, bad ending for reader but not for Tae, smut and dub-con s3x.

From the series masterlist; Hush.

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You tapped your fingers against your dress impatiently, you didn’t want to be there, you didn’t want to be wed to a stranger. The huge living room greeted you and your parents, the place looked cold and lifeless, your soon to be parents in law were standing before you, with grimaces on their faces. You felt them staring at you -judging you- so you crossed your arms over your chest, almost as if you were shielding yourself from their stares.

“Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Everglot!” Greeted your mother with a big smile, you noticed contempt flashing Mrs. Everglot face, but it disappeared as soon as it came.

“Why, you must be Victor…” said your father with a gentle smile.

The boy before you was pale and scrawny, like a fragile Victorian kid. You couldn't believe you’ll be wed to this dull looking boy.

“Smile Dear,” whispered Mrs. Everglot to his husband, and the man did try his best to smile but he made a weird grimace instead, and of course your parents chose to ignore the pathetic attempt.

“We’ll be taking tea in the east room.” Commanded Mrs. Everglot with a blank bored face, turning around to walk towards the east side.

You noticed them walking away and leaving you behind almost as if they forgot about your existence. You sighed with slumped shoulders, blinking with excitement when you spot a piano in the corner of the living room. You glanced around before sitting to play it. You let your fingers play the keyboards, turning them into a sweet melody.

“You play very beautifully.” That voice startled you, making you jump away from the piano.

You felt your cheeks heating with embarrassment at being caught by the fragile Victorian boy.

“Do forgive me, I didn’t mean to be rude…” You muttered biting your inner cheek.

The boy chuckled shaking his head.

“Oh please don’t apologize, I’m not like my parents.” He said smiling, easing your tense shoulders.

But the moment was interrupted by a dramatic gasp.

“Y/n! Victor! How improper of you two being alone before the wedding!” Yelled Mrs. Everglot, making the fragile boy roll his eyes. You bit your bottom lip trying not to laugh.

That woman was such a prude.

After the unnecessary scold, Victor and you were practicing your vows for the wedding. The problem was that your brain wasn’t braining, if that makes sense. You were making mistakes every time.

“With this hand I… I will uhm, lift your, your-“

“Sorrows,” finished softly the fragile boy, you smiled at him in gratitude.

“Sorrows,” you repeated.

“Your cup will never- never empty… and uhm, for I will be your… your wine!”

You heard a deep and disappointed sigh behind you.

“With this candle, I will light-“ you interrupted yourself when the candle flame goes out, lighting it up again.

“I’d light your way in the darkness.”

“I will,” scolded the priest, but you ignored him.

“With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”

The ring fell to the floor, rolling under Mrs. Everglot's dress. You didn't think twice before pulling it out from under her dress, regretting your action almost immediately when you accidentally set his fabric on fire.

Long story short, it was a disaster. Your parents were ashamed, and a strange woman save the day by putting out the fire. You felt your lips wobbling and your gaze blurring, you didn’t mean to be so clumsy, you were just trying your best. You ran away from the house, after all everyone was ignoring your presence, so you weren’t worry about them wondering where were you going.

Your eyes were teary and your chest stung with shame and helplessness. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t realize that you were walking into the forest. It was already night; the forest floor was covered in blankets of snow with the moonlight as the only source of light. You paced around with knitted brows and clenched fists.

“That pale boy must think I’m a fool,” You spoke out loud to yourself, with a long sigh. “It shouldn’t be that difficult to say a few simple vows…” You muttered, clearing your throat to practice your vows again.

“With this hand I will- i… uhm, cup your wine? Fuck no, with this uhm… candle! I… i… set your annoying mother on fire,” you mumble kicking a branch.

You look up to watch the beautiful moon, spinning around and imagining you were at your wedding, everything was perfect and Victor’s parents didn’t hate you.

“Oh hello Mrs. Everglot, you look lovely this evening,” you smiled to a trunk, spinning around with your fluffy dress.

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows,” you said raising your hand. “Your cup will never empty… For I will be your wine,” you carry on with an imaginary cup. “With this candle I will light your way in the darkness.”

And then you stopped, watching the shiny ring on your palm.

“With this ring, I ask you to be mine,” you whispered softly, placing the ring on a branch as if it was a finger.

And suddenly, the earth shook beneath you, making you gasp with horror at the sight of the branch coming back to life. Or more like a man rising from the earth, or from the death.

In front of you stood a handsome man, dress for a wedding. His boxy smile and left white eye were charming, unlike his ragged suit and cadaveric purple-like skin. You spotted some of his rib bones through a hole in his wedding suit.

You blink hard and quick, thinking you went mad. You screamed with fear when the man walked towards you, showing you his finger wearing the ring. His grin never eased.

“I do.” He replied with a deep voice, bringing his face an inch closer to yours. “Now kiss the groom.” He whispered lowly, brushing your lips.

And when his mouth touched yours, everything turned black.

“She’s still so soft and warm,” said a distant voice, making you frown and blink slowly your eyes open.

Your eyes widened with horror and your mouth opened with a scream at the sight above you, there was two men looking down at you, the both of them were definitely dead. The one in your right didn’t even have arms. It was horrific, straight out of a horror movie.

Where the fuck were you?

The place seemed like a bar cave, with skeletons speaking and living corpses looking at you with confusion and pity.

“Oh don’t frighten her Yoongi, maybe she’s one of those that doesn’t know they’re dead yet,” the man on your left says with pity in his gaze, making you gasp with disbelief.

“Dead? The fuck are you talking about! I’m alive, is… is this a dream?” You whispered the last words to yourself, maybe you just were in a bad dream. Nothing to worry about, right?

“You two leave her alone, don’t overwhelm my wife,” the mysterious man from the woods ordered with a stern voice, however his gaze was gentle and fixated on you.

You blinked with knitted brows, did you hear him right?

“Wife?” You muttered with confusion, but everyone ignored you.

“Of course tae, we are very aware of your temper,” said the man named Yoongi.

“To the newlyweds!” Yelled the other man, raising a beer and making everyone repeat the words with joy.

“Newlyweds!?” This time you shouted out the words, watching them with horror written on your face. As far as you know you were still single, yet to be wed but single.

“You said your vows so beautifully in the woods my dear,” the deep and dark voice from the mysterious mantook your attention again. His gaze was still lingering on you, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. You didn’t know how to react at his intense gaze, so you averted yours instead.

“I… did?” You muttered to yourself, remembering your rehearsal in the woods. You didn’t mean to wed a corpse.

“You did, my love.” His words were sugary sweat, as if they were trying to melt into your ears.

You gulped, feeling a deep and primal fear squeezing your chest, you were about to have a panic attack. You wanted to run away now.

“Well, let me introduce myself, I’m Namjoon, the waiter. I died a year ago and-“ You interrupted him by grabbing a dagger from a corpse to aim it at them as a threat.

Your mind was foggy and your thoughts erratic, you weren’t thinking straight.

“Get away from me! I-I have a knife and I’m not scared to use it! Give me questions now!” You yelled with panic.

“I think you mean answers sweetheart,” your supposed husband mention with amusement.

You blinked feeling like a moron. Realizing you were threatening literally corpses.

“Ehm, yes, answers. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said calmly, walking towards you with every step screaming confidence and elegance. He stopped inches from your body, leaning his beautiful face to yours. You flinched when you felt him curling a lock of your hair with his finger.

“As you can see, I’m a dead groom, with a very… tragic past. I was betrayed in life the day of my wedding, I thought I’d doomed for eternity until you said your vows to me, as a gift from life… or dead.” He caged you against the bar counter with his arms at each side of you and his body leaning even more closer, making you lean your back on the counter as an attempt to get away from him.

“Our poor Tae, he was so handsome and naïve in life. Always wearing his heart on his sleeve, that snake of a woman manipulated him to keep his money.” Said Yoongi with anger on his voice, while he was speaking, tae didn’t look away from you for a second. His intense gaze was piercing you.

“And our Taehyung has always been a romantic with a kind heart, for that woman to murder him in cold blood on his wedding day. But he made a vow, to wait for his true love.” Continued Namjoon.

You felt a pang of guilt cross your heart, that was truly a tragic and sad story. No one deserves to die in such way.

“Taehyung,” you whispered his name, making him inhale sharp.

“Yes, my moon.” He said back, smiling at you gently.

“I’m… really sorry for what happened to you, but I think there is a misunderstanding,” you tried to say, getting away from Taehyung with him following your steps.

“There is none my love. We are married.” Irritation flashes his handsome face.

“We’re not!” You yelled, and then you ran away.

You ran as fast as you can, almost tripping a couple of times. You watched with horror and fear the corpses surrounding you, passing in your way between a person cut in half. You watched all of their organs.

But then exhaustion drugged your movements, making you stop to take a deep breath and calm your racing heart. Your eyes burned with tears at the realization that you were lost, with nowhere to go. You sit on a bench and sob your heart out like a child.

“Oh my dear, what are you doing here alone sweet thing.” Taehyung’s voice cooing at you made you look up at him, feeling relieved to see at least one familiar face. You hiccupped with fat tears streaming from your eyes, making Taehyung knit his brows with deep concern. He opened his arms and you rushed to them, hugging him tight.

“I want to go home,” you sobbed into his chest, wetting the fabric of his shirt.

He shushed you, stroking gently your hair and tightening his grip on your body.

“You are home.” His words only made you cry harder.

But then a thought crossed your mind, maybe if you manipulate him to take you up to the world of the living then you could escape from this marriage.

“Tae, i- I want to introduce you to my parents,” you said not looking into his eyes.

“Sure Mon Amour. Where are they buried?” He asked cheerfully.

Your stomach twisted at his words.

“They are… alive.”

His brows knitted for a moment, but he smiled again.

“Then we must find a way to go up.” He said taking your hand to pull you with him.

And that’s how you two ended up in front of an old skeleton magician, who was trying to find a spell in his huge and dusty book.

“Aha! There it is, a spell that’ll allow Taehyung to go to the world of the living,” said the skeleton before coughing loudly.

Taehyung’s grin was wide, he was so charming and beautiful like this, it was such a pity and waste that he was dead.

The skeleton that resembles an old man, gave Taehyung an egg, telling him to eat it to be able to go up. After he does, a cloak of smoke wrapped you both, you felt dizzy for a second, with Taehyung holding your hands. And then you blinked slowly, noticing with joy that you were in the woods again.

“Yes!” You shouted without being able to contain your relief.

Taehyung smiled gently at you, although he has a white dead eye, his gaze was full of life and love. Your smile fell at the guilty pang piercing your heart, it was a little bit cruel to leave him like this, but you have no other choice. You don’t belong to the world of the dead, at least not now.

“I- uhm, I’ll look for my parents to bring them here. I’ll go ahead, wait here for me and don’t move,” you said clearing your throat, trying to look convincing enough.

“Sure thing, I’ll wait right here,” he said cheerfully, sitting on a piece of log. Looking at you with a hint of innocence and trust. You averted your gaze, unable to bear looking into his eyes.

“I’ll… I’ll be right back,” you muttered, walking away from him.

At first your steps were calm and confident, until you turn your head back realizing you were far enough to run like a mad woman, and you did, gasping by how fast you were running. You burst with happiness when you got to the town safe and sound, back home.

But Victor’s house was on the way, and you needed to give him some explanations as to why you disappeared the night before the wedding. You climbed to the balcony of his room, too scared to face his parents at this hour.

Your grin widened when you watch him reading on his bed, so you tapped his window eagerly. He jumped with surprise at the sight of you.

“What on earth are you doing here!?” he whispered shouted to you when he opened the balcony doors, and you walked past him into his room.

“I’m so sorry for disappearing, i-I am so scared Victor. Something really bad and weird happened to me! I got wed to a corpse groom against my will!” You knew you sounded like a maniac, probably making no sense to Victor. But there was no other way to explain what happened to you in the woods.

“What? I’m confused…” Victor said carefully, with his brows knitted and looking at you as if you grew another head. You sighed deep at his words.

“I know I sound crazy, but I’m telling you the truth. I’m running from-“

You were interrupted by the balcony doors bursting open and slamming against the walls, making Victor and you startle. There, on the balcony, stood Taehyung, with an intimidating aura. He looked frightening without his typical smile, looking at you two with a cold face.

His steps were large and heavy, pulling you away from Victor with force, tightening his grip around your arm.

“Y/n? who’s that?” Taehyung asked between teeth, not breaking his heavy gaze from Victor.

“He’s my… my-my…” Your brain literally bugged at that moment, blank and without any rational thought.

“I’m his soon to be husband.” Replied Victor, making you open and close your mouth like a fish, you wanted to deny it but you just couldn’t because it was the truth. You didn’t know how well Taehyung will cope with that information.

“You wish,” said darkly Taehyung, pulling you away with him. You two disappeared into the cloaked smoke that brought you here. And you witnessed the horrified face of Victor before vanishing away into the air.

You were again in the place of the old magician skeleton, with Taehyung crying in front of you. Your heart was clenching with pity and anger, he didn’t have any right to take you away from Victor!

“You’re a liar!” Sobbed Taehyung, with tears streaming from his betrayed eyes.

You gasped in disbelief.

“Excuse me? I’ve never lied to you!”

“Yeah sure, go back to that other man,” said lowly Taehyung, with venom and hurt in his voice.

“You are the other man!” You shouted, feed up with his victim complex.

“No I’m not! You’re married to me! He’s the other man!” He screamed with his voice breaking at the last words.

“He’s got a point though,” the skeleton commented softly.

There was a moment of silence, you didn’t know what to say at this point. Taehyung looked defeated with his shoulders slumped.

“And I thought this was going well,” he muttered, making you feel even worse.

“Look, I’m so sorry you have to find it out like this, but I don’t want this marry.”

Hurt flashes Taehyung’s face, his eyes swan in tears again.

“But why? It’s because my eye, isn’t it?” He whispered sadly, looking vulnerable and hurt.

“No! Of course not, your eye it’s very… lovely, you are very lovely, and handsome. But that’s not the point.” You pinched the bridge of your nose in exasperation. “The point is, that we’re not meant to be! You’re… dead, and I’m alive, this just can’t work.”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before saying your vows,” he replied with an angry scowl and crossed arms.

“Why can’t you understand that this is a mistake! I would never, ever, marry you!”

You regretted your words immediately after watching Taehyung’s crestfallen face. He just stood there, saying nothing back and turning around, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

“Well, a marriage isn’t a marriage without arguments, isn’t it?” You ignored the skeleton, feeling really bad with yourself.

You went out, ignoring the corpses watching you with curiosity, you were the only one with a beating heart and they know it, everyone knows it except Taehyung.

With a sigh, you sit heavily on the bench, biting your bottom lip with no clue of what to do down here without the company of Taehyung. Are you doomed to be in the land of the death? Maybe that was your destiny, in some way, the universe fulfilled your wish; you won’t marry Victor, but at what cost?

You searched for Taehyung after a couple of hours, asking every corpse If they have seemed him, but they never answered your questions.

And then you listened a sweet piano melody from afar, your body followed the sound as a sailor going after the call of a siren. Your feet brought you to a small terrace where Taehyung was playing piano, he looked absorbed in his own little word, until you sat beside him on the piano’s bench, making him startle and widen his pretty eyes.

But he blinked his surprise away, snorting with a roll of his eyes, ignoring you to keep playing. You played the keyboards too, following his melody. He side-eyed you with annoyance, playing quicker the piano, making you smirk playing even more quicker than him. Your hands touched at some point, and you noticed how Taehyung’s defenses broke down little by little, enjoying the melody you two made, smiling softly at you.

“That was so beautiful,” you say breaking the comfortable silence. Taehyung only nodded at your words.

Your lips curled down, feeling that pang of guilt in your chest again.

“Look, I’m so sorry for what I said earlier. You’re the most interesting and handsome man I’ve ever met, and if death weren’t separating us, I’d fall head over heels for you.” You said softly, trying to make him understand why you two weren’t compatible at all.

He just hummed, not looking at you.

“So the only thing you want from me… it’s a beating heart?” He asked trying to look nonchalant, but you noticed the tension of his lips.

“I… I mean, I can be dead to be with you… at this point, there’s nothing left for me up there,” you muttered, you didn’t miss Victor’s parents flattering the woman that turn off the fire of Mrs. Everglot dress, she seemed interested in marrying Victor.

“No.” Growled Taehyung with anger, a fire burning his dead eyes. “I would never take that away from you, life is a gift, and you’re full of it. That’s whyI’m head over heels for you, my moon.” He whispered the last words, full of love and passion, melting your heart and filling your eyes with tears.

You’ve never felt more loved and seemed in your life, but it felt wrong, because the feeling wasn’t mutual. You appreciate him, yes, you think he’s beautiful and sweet, also yes. But you didn’t love him.

“I have to be honest with you Tae, I just… don’t feel the same, and I can’t guarantee you that my feelings will change in the future.”

Taehyung smiled with sadness and determination, holding tightly both of your hands and stroking lovingly the back.

“I have enough love for the both of us, even If you never love me, even if you hate me. I’ll never leave you.” He said like an oath, one he’s not willing to break.

You blinked at his words, taken aback. It felt more like a threat rather than a confession of love, but you didn’t mind. It felt nice to be cared for.

“Okay.” You whispered, looking into his pretty eyes.

“I have something to show you,” his voice dropped an octave, and his gaze darkened for a moment, but he returned to his bright persona immediately. You nodded slowly, not sure why you felt uneasy all of a sudden.

He took you to a hidden cottage deep in the land of the death, it was hauntingly beautiful, its garden has dead roses and dark sunflowers. Charming and deathly, just like Taehyung.

He showed you a death rose covered in honey, smirking at you like the Cheshire cat, with a mischievous and a naughty glint in his eyes. You narrowed your eyes, raising a brow when he remained silent.

“So? You wanted to show me a withered rose?” You asked with a frown, not sure what the hell you two were doing in that cottage. “Do you live here?” You changed the subject, watching your surroundings with curiosity.

“Yes, we live here. And… this rose it’s enchanted, it will bring me back to life, it’ll make my rotten heart beat again.”

You freeze at his words, whipping your head towards him in shock, watching Taehyung’s eyes darkening. His gaze was intense and unreadable, staring piercingly at you like a hawk, a predator ready to pounce and chase its preys if it dares to run away.

You gulped hard, blinking and processing his words.

“Are you sure…it-it’ll work? I mean, I’m sure it will, we got up a couple of hours ago.” You rambled, trying to think how to say your next words. “If… if, this works, that means… we can go back to the land of the living?” You asked softly and cautiously, watching his every expression as if you were dealing with a wild animal.

Taehyung only smiled at you, but it didn’t reach his eyes. That smile looked forced, so unlike him.

“Of course, my moon, we will go to your home. I want to meet your parents after all,” his voice sounded constricted, as if he was restraining himself.

“If you don’t want to do this, then don’t. Do it because you want it, not to please me.”

This time his smile was genuine, sparkling his eyes.

But then his gaze darkened again, like a dusty cloak covering his eyes, his intentions.

“Don’t worry about me, although I have to tell you something. To make this spell permanent, there’s one condition.” He said, not breaking his heavy gaze from you.

A chill run down your spine at his odd vibe.

“What condition?” You asked with your brows knitted.

“We have to consummate the marriage,” he said lowly, approaching you with slow steps.

You widened your eyes at his proposal, no fucking way. You won’t fuck a corpse.

“Taehyung you’re dead. I’m not fucking a corpse, I’m sorry.”

To your surprise, his smirk didn’t falter.

“Did I say I’ll fuck while dead? No. This spell will revive me, but only for 4 hours, that’s why we need to… be intimate to make it permanent.” He said calmly, getting even more closer to your body.

You didn’t know what to say to that, it wouldn’t be a problem if he was alive, right? But… he was still a stranger, and you didn’t feel comfortable being intimate with him.

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t you want to go back home? To be with your parents? Wouldn’t be easier if you tell them you’re already married? I promise to give you space up there, I can love you from afar.” His tone was deep, and his stare burned with determination.

“I… guess you’re right.” You whispered, not knowing what else to say.

It can’t be that bad. Right?

Taehyung smirked mischievously, his eyes glinting with eagerness. He took the withered rose, eating its petals covered in honey. Staring at you while swallowing each one of them.

And then… he changed.

His purpled skin tone turned tan with a healthy glow, his lips changed into a cherry tone. His hair was more ebony and shinning, and that hole that showed his rib bones, was covered with new skin.

He looked alive.

Your lips parted and your eyes widened with fascination. You took one large step to be an inch closer to him, putting slowly your hand on his chest. Laughing with joy at the feeling of his heart beating against your palm. You just witnessed a miracle.

“I’m impressed,” you said feeling his heart, he felt so alive.

Taehyung pulled your hand towards his lips, kissing it softly and staring at you heavily. His lips lingered on your hand, brushing the inner of your wrist.

And then he carried you in bridal style, making you gasp in surprise by the sudden movement. You wrapped your arms around his neck, watching how he took you deeper into the cottage, laying you on the mattress of his bed.

He lingered above you, caging your head and body with his hands and legs, staring down at you with hunger in his eyes. His left white eye didn’t change of color, making you smile. It was his charm.

And then he kissed your smile away, sucking and biting your lips like a starve man, swallowing all of your sounds as if he wanted to devour you.

Your head spined because of how rough he was kissing you, not breaking the kiss to give you a chance to breath. You felt him tearing off your clothes like a savage, making you frown and whimper. It was a lot, you tried to turn your head away but he growled, gripping your chin to attach his lips again.

“Tae. I, I don’t know if this is-“

“You said yes, I won’t let you set a foot outside until I’m buried balls deep inside you.” He snarled, with anger and lust clouding his intense eyes.

He widened your legs until your knees brushed your shoulders, baring you open to him. You felt your cheeks heating with embarrassment, you’ve never felt more exposed in your life.

And Taehyung’s eyes glinted with so much hunger that it scared you, the grip he has on your legs was tight, not letting you go.

“You’re mine,” he growled.

And you teared up, feeling like a lamb that fell into its predator’s trap.

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kooktrash · 1 year ago

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jealousy ink | jeon jungkook drabble

DRABBLE FOR: ROMANTIC DREAMS but you don’t have to read it, this drabble can stand alone

summary: you can’t help but seem a little jealous about your boyfriend doing tattoos on women when he doesn’t even let you talk to guys without him being around. you tell yourself you’re just mad at the unfairness but when he brings you pleasure with his head between your legs you seem to forget all about it.

warnings: smut. jealousy. [jk eats oc out on his tattoo chair]

Like usual, the studio was dark aside from a few gothic looking lamps in the corners and the bright light he had above his work station. Ohms by Deftones played louder than necessary with the buzzing of his tattoo gun to try and keep him focused on his work. His gaze kept shifting toward the clock for each second that passed after 7pm. The sun had set so his shop was even darker than usual but he didn’t need much light to work anyway. It’s just that the later he got, the more worried he was, where are you?

“So when do you plan on getting here?” Taehyung asked on the phone as you walked the short distance from the bus stop to Jungkook’s tattoo parlor. It was late and you were just now getting off work but you had plans to meet up with your friends later so you were waiting for Jungkook to get off.

“I’m going to Jungkook’s work right now and we’ll head over when he finishes,” you told him, already seeing the shop in view. You couldn’t see him but you could just picture him rolling his eyes.

“He couldn’t have just met you over here instead of making you get the bus all the way to him?” Taehyung asked, clearly sounding annoyed, “He does realize I’ve known you a lot longer than he has, right? He doesn’t have to get jealous every time we hang out and he doesn’t have to force you to bring him along.”

You didn’t say anything for a minute as you stood outside the shop. The way the windows were set up was for privacy, they were tinted dark with ‘Jeon’s Ink’ in pretty calligraphy painted on the window. From the inside you could look out but from the outside you can’t look in and you seemed to forget that part as you came to a stop in front of his shop, still on the phone with Taehyung. You ran your hand over your hair with a sigh, trying to think of what to say, “Tae… it’s not like that, he’s not… we’re dating, it’s normal to want to spend time together.”

Once again, Jungkook found himself checking the time wondering where the hell you were. The girl he was tattooing was kind of getting on his nerves and he just wanted to finish but he also didn’t want to rush and do a shifty job so he was trying to bite back his tongue from responding to her.

“So does your girlfriend have any tattoos?” She asked him.

“Not yet,” Jungkook said, looking up on instinct and froze. The tattoo gun in his hand kept protruding ink but he no longer had it on his client, he was too distracted by the sight of you to move. You stood in front of his shop with your phone pressed up to your ear and you were smiling at whoever you were on the phone with.

He couldn’t help but press his tongue against his cheek in annoyance as he looked back down to get to work again but he was just bothered at this point.

First, you made these stupid plans with Taehyung and got mad when he said he was going with. Like, there’s no way you actually got upset with him, as if he would let you go hang out with another guy when he’s not around? He doesn’t care if it’s just your friend, he doesn’t trust him. Why does Taehyung feel the need to hang out with you one on one? Is he trying to take you away from him because Jungkook is not going to let him.

Second thing that bothered him was how little you texted him today. You were barely responding to him, even when he sent you three texts in a row you still didn’t respond for three hours. He gets you’re busy but he’s busy too and he finds time for you so why can’t you make time for him?

And third, the fact that you’re late and you’re on the phone with a huge smile not even caring that he’s been waiting for you.

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” you finally said, “He’s probably wondering why I’m not inside yet.”

Taehyung just brushed it off and let you go with a goodbye. You wasted no time in opening the front door, immediately hearing the familiar sound of your boyfriend’s favorite band playing. Usually, when you visit him at work he stops working and looks up to greet you but right now he didn’t even bother. It’s not like you expect him to always be happy to see you but… but that’s the case most of the time and you’ve gotten very good at reading Jungkook’s emotions. Something is wrong and it’s not hard to tell he’s upset.

“Hey,” you said quietly as you went to sit behind the receptionist’s desk like you usually do when you waited for him, not wanting to bother his work and invade a sanitary space with upside germs. Jungkook just nodded his head in greeting, not bothering to look up even if he really wanted to. He knows that if he acknowledges you any further then he won’t be able to stop himself from asking who you were on the phone with and then it would become a huge

“Mm, careful, I’m sensitive there,” the girl said as he held onto her thigh with his black gloved hand. She was getting a piece on her thigh and it was a popular design. She had flowers going over her hip bone so she had to lay on her side for him to be able to work. He didn’t even bat an eye at her but you, on the other hand, couldn’t help but look up. The noise she let out when she said sounded very close to a moan and you didn’t miss the way she seemed to arch her back further into him as he added shading to a sunflower. Deciding to brush it off, you went back to your phone looking at the messages between you and your friends.

hobi: y/n hurryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy I miss u

you: ew

hobi: bitch?

jiyoung: y/n I miss you too

you: awwww miss u :( I’ll be there soon

hobi: bitch?!?!

taehyung: y/n doesn’t care about us anymore :(

“You’ve got big hands,” the girl said, clearly not caring that you were sitting right there and openly flirting with him, “It’s covering my whole thigh, I like men with big hands.”

Her eyes fell on yours and once again you seemed to such her back making her butt and thighs bend toward him. You couldn’t help but scoff and look back down at your phone.

you: I doooo, I’ll be there soon.

Not even five minutes later the girl made the noise once more and for a second you wondered if she was doing it on purpose, to provoke you or something. Your brows furrowed in thought, having a moment of silence as Ohms ended and Passengers began to play. You even hummed to the song a bit, your boyfriend’s musical tendencies rubbing off on you, and looked back at him. You couldn’t hear him clearly but you could see him mumble something to the girl and for some reason that made her smile. Unable to help yourself this time, you rolled your eyes.

You’re not jealous, you swear.

There’s literally nothing to be jealous about but she’s pissing you off—or maybe you are overthinking it but… Why is she making this feel more intimate? Jungkook was just doing his job and you’re very aware of the fact that he has a lot of attractive clients but for some reason you never really wondered how it was when he and his client were by themselves. How was she acting before you got here and how far would it have gon? Would Jungkook say a little comment to make her blush just because he can, or would she try and flirt with him?

That seriously was pissing you off. You can’t hang out with guys you’ve known for years without him around but he can be alone in an intimate environment with a woman and listen to her basically moan anytime his hand touches her? And what kind of tattoos has he done and how did that go? Maybe a girl wanted a tattoo under her boobs or maybe on her butt and would they act like this too? How is that fair?

Your friends are just friends and his clients are just clients but your friends aren’t moaning and shaking their ass in your face because you would probably hit them over it.

Once Jungkook was finished and the girl was getting dressed again, he came to the desk. You moved out of his way so he could get on the computer and print off whatever aftercare paperwork he had to give the girl and do the payment. She flashed him a smile, “Thanks Jungkook, I’ll make sure to schedule another with you soon.”

Not even a minute after she shit the door behind her was Jungkook already questioning you, “Who were you on the phone with?”

“Tae,” you said watching him finish off whatever he has to do on the computer turned away from you. You could see his side profile and the way his tongue poked against his cheek.

“What did he want?” Jungkook asked leaving the desk to go clean up his work station. You just sighed, “He wanted to know why I wasn’t there yet.”

Jungkook released a scoff as he started to peel off the clear wrap from his side table where he set his ink down, “And you told him you’re waiting for your boyfriend, right? Or do you just forget I exist when you talk to him?”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t start.”

Jungkook stopped what he was doing to look at you, “With what? I can’t talk about how my girlfriend’s best friend is obsessed with her?”

“He’s not, we’re friends and we’ve been friends for a long time so frankly I don’t care how you feel about him,” you argued now.

There was a loud thud when Jungkook angrily pushed his stool against the wall where he normally had it and now he was doing everything aggressively. He was mad because you and Taehyung and Hoseok were close and it was just complete bullshit. You were tired of having this same conversation about who you can and can’t be around according to him.

“And on top of that, if you can do tattoos for girls who moan in your ear every time you touch them then I can hang out with my guy friends when you’re not around,” you decided to finally say. You got up from where you were behind the desk and walked over to him, “You always get mad when I even look at a guy no matter who they are but you could be alone with a half naked girl for work?”

His jaw clenched as he turned to you, “I don’t give a fuck about then and you know it, so don’t compare this to—“

“Fine, I’ll go get a tattoo myself then and I’ll make sure it’s somewhere that requires me to undress for the tattoo artist too,” you huffed as you sat down on his tattoo chair, “Since that’s not a problem but hanging out with my friends without you is.”

He took you by surprise when he released a bitter laugh, “So you’ll go get undressed for another guy to give you a tattoo just because you’re jealous?”

With a roll of your eyes, you stood up, “Fuck you, Jungkook, all you ever do is get jealous but when I’m upset, you just laugh? Fine then, I’m leaving.”

“I don’t think you are, Y/n,” Jungkook grabbed you by the wrist, “We’re gonna talk.”

“I don’t want to talk, I want to go and see my friends whether you’re with me or not,” you said even as you sat back down on the tattoo chair with him at the end of it.

“I don’t care about any of my clients,” Jungkook told you seriously, “And you know that. I care about you, and only you so I don’t get why you feel the need to get upset.”

You sighed in frustration, “Because Jungkook! It’s not fair, I can’t talk to guys whenever you’re not around but you can do tattoos like this when no one’s looking and I just have to be okay with it? I don’t care if it’s work, it’s unfair and complete bullshit.

You tried to ignore his traveling hands as they began to run along your legs, caressing you like he was trying to soothe some of your tension. You shook your leg to get him off but he just let his hands go higher until they were over your knees, “So you want me to stop taking female clients?”

“Oh my god,” you threw your head back with a whine, “No, that’s not what I want. What I want is for you to stop being so controlling of me when you can just go and do whatever you want.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything, he only looked at you curiously as you made yourself comfortable on his chair. You were leaned back and your legs were spread apart to make room for him to sit and you were ignoring the way his hands seemed to keep going up until they touched the end of your skirt. He wanted to smile but he knew that would just make you madder but…

But he just knows you. He’s not going to deny that you’re mad, that’s obvious, but are you really mad about how controlling he is or are you jealous of his female clients? When he asked you to come visit him before going to your friends place you said okay. When he made it clear that he didn’t want you hanging out with them alone, you were fine with it. You didn’t have a problem with it but now you’re bringing it up?

“Okay,” Jungkook said calmly, finally letting his hands slip under your skirt, thumbs pulling lightly on your underwear, “I’ll stop doing whatever I want.”

He knew his response annoyed you but you just looked so pretty when you were mad at him. You let out a groan in annoyance but never once stopped his hands, “Jungkook! Instead of saying you’ll stop being controlling you say you won’t do what you wa—“

Your words died in your throat when he leaned forward to capture your lips with his. You hated how quick you were to kiss him back despite the urge to always get away from him. You even lifted your hips enough for him to pull your underwear off and you didn’t even realize you were doing it. Jungkook smiled into the kiss as he let his tongue glide against yours, releasing a low moan from the bottom of his chest and tilted his head to the side to reach better.

With an annoyed whine you pushed him back only for him to trail his kisses down your neck, “You’re so unfair.”

“I am,” he moved down the chair, dragging his stool back as he pulled you lower so your legs were spread for him, panties discarded on the floor, “I just don’t like the idea of sharing you with anyone else.”

He began to kiss the inside of your thigh, “So if my female clients bother you then I’ll be more careful when I book.”

That wasn’t the problem…

Right?

Everytime Jungkook has you like this he just wants to be patient. He wants to ease into it and not rush things but whenever it comes down to actually doing it, he can’t think of anything but getting his hands on you as soon as possible.

A long finger traced the space between your folds, not yet feeling your slick but he knew you were getting there, especially when he just barely brushed against your clit, “I love you.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. You just stared into his eyes biting back a moan when his index finger began to rub slow circles into your clit, feeling it twitch with excitement. He didn’t break eye contact as he leaned down to press another kiss against your thigh and repeated, “I love you.”

You bit back your response, thinking of why you were upset in the first place, “Then stop being so possessive and trust me.”

“I trust you,” Jungkook’s head disappeared between your legs, skirt bunched up in a tight fist of his and just as the tip of his tongue swirled around your clit, he was adding, “But no, I don’t trust any other guy around you, you’re too pretty to not fall for.”

Your lips parted in an attempt to say something back but you couldn’t, not when his tongue didn’t shy away from licking a flat stripe between your folds, separating them so he could feel your growing slick and dragging it toward your clit. He curled his tongue against the nub before closing his lips around it and sucking. Your head fell back once again, “You’re ridiculous.”

When you began whimpering he started to become more bold, trying not to smile at the way you reacted to him but it was hard not to. You could fight him all you want but at the end of the day he knows that you’re starting to fall for him just as hard as he fell for you. Sure, it’s taking you a while but he told you he wasn’t going to let you leave him and you’re slowly coming to accept that. Now you’re reciprocating his feelings of jealousy even if you want to say you’re not.

If the problem really was his possessiveness and not the girl from earlier then you wouldn’t be sitting here right now, moaning his name when he sucked your clit swollen before making out with your entrance.

You would be in a cab on the way to visit your friends once you found out he has no intentions of going to Taehyung’s tonight.

You just couldn’t help but grab at his soft hair when he began to suck your left labia between his lips and tugged the sensitive fold out only to lick around it once more. You pulled at his hair, “Jungkook.”

You’re ashamed to admit that you were slowly forgetting about your plans with your friends all because your boyfriend decided to suddenly go down on you. It’s no secret that Jungkook knows exactly what to do with your body and you never deny him the satisfaction of intimacy because he’s just so damn good. It’s embarrassing how quickly you forget things when he’s between your legs.

Jungkook moaned into your wet cunt, fingers digging into your thighs as he dragged your body even lower down the chair, “You’re my favorite taste.”

You looked up at the bright overhead light he used to do tattoos, eyes nearly rolling when he occasionally licked further down your pussy for any fluid that might have trailed too low. He would just lick it back up and swallow your pussy with his mouth all over again. It got to the point where his hair was clearly ruffled from your grip and the way your thighs brushed against his head when you grind into his face but neither of you cared.

“This isn’t right,” you said between moans when his tongue stiffened inside your hole and he wagged it side to side with a light sound of your slick just gushing around him.

He just kept going, hands spreading your thighs and nails digging in almost painfully as you licked your dry lips, clit twitching with arousal and said, “You do tattoos here.”

“Mhm,” Jungkook nodded with his mouth full of pussy, “So mark your territory and cum for me.”

And you hated yourself for doing just that the second the words left his swollen lips. Your thighs tightened around his head either to push him out or pull him in but he stayed put, only wrapping his arms tighter around them so you couldn’t pull away. Jungkook felt his own eyes roll at the sight of your body. It’s like he could physically see the orgasms travel through you in a wave before he finally tasted your release on his tongue that he happily licked up.

It took you a moment to realize Jungkook wasn’t letting up, nose bumping against your clit and holding you so you wouldn’t move back even when you tried to sit up, “No more.”

You words ended in a moan when he sucked on your clit, oversensitivity kicking in and your cunt just tried to push more and more cum out for him to swallow.

“Ugh,” you whined as he finally moved away, tongue swiping against his lips to lick up your release, “Why are you like this?”

He could practically hear the anger dissipating from your tone of voice as he pulled away from your spent pussy. His chin was coated in your release and you didn’t seem to care when you hooked a finger into his silver chains and pulled him toward you by the neck like you tend to do. Jungkook happily followed after your lips, kissing you hard and making you taste yourself on his tongue.

Just as he was going to say something, the familiar sound of your ringtone was heard behind the loud music and you both looked at each other. Jungkook nipped at his lip rings with his front teeth, “They're still waiting.”

You sighed as you sat back. You hated that you didn’t want to go anymore, “I know.”

“So are we going?” He asked fixing your skirt for you as he looked around for your underwear.

When you failed to give a verbal response he looked back at you only for you to shake your head, “I don’t know.”

He had to bite back a smile as he said, “Or we could go home and hang out with Bam and Armani.”

You looked at him up and down, mad at yourself. You were mad at him, you wanted to hang out with your friends and yet he looked so good. He looked so good and inviting and he wore his usual all black but this time with a noticeable bulge in his jeans from eating you out and everything just seemed more fun than hanging out with your friends. You could always hang out with them tomorrow… you have the day off and you’re sure they’ve already assumed you’re not coming and if you do hang out tomorrow then you don’t have to worry about dragged my Jungkook along because he’ll be working when you’re free…

“Let’s go home,” you finally said and he couldn’t help his pleaser smile as he nodded his head and helped you up.

It never failed to make his heart race when you said home. Like he knows it’s your apartment but it’s basically his now too. He’s brought over most of his things without being told to do so and Bam sleeps there every night too so it’s basically both of yours now and last month he even paid the rent fully. He hasn’t told you that he ended his lease early and that in thirty days he’ll fully be living with you from now on but it’s fine. You might be upset when you find out he took it upon himself to make the decision on his own but it’s not like you’ll turn him away, you love him.

“I love you,” Jungkook said as he locked the shop up waiting for you to take his hand in yours so that you could walk to his parked car together.

You laced your fingers together letting him squeeze your hand as you mumbled, “Love you too.”

That made him smile widely as he finally asked, “And if you decide you want a tattoo, who’s gonna do it?”

You rolled your eyes, “You.”

Maybe he’ll convince ou to get his name tatted or a matching flower with him… or maybe he won’t tell you and just start doing the tattoo he wants when you think you’re getting something else.

You’ll probably be mad but once he reassures you that he stopped taking as many female clients then he’s sure you’ll be happy in the end.

::.

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nobody asked for more romantic dreams but I’m gonna give it to yall bc idk I like this weird Jungkook 💀anyway for clarification y/n is NOT a bad friend even tho it might look that way. I mean obv she’s ditching her friends for jk but it’s bc she’s giving up on fighting with him and like stated she plans on still hanging out with them without him knowing.

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yoonminierp · 1 month ago

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Roleplay Hub: (( BTS Roleplay ))

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ORIGINAL PINNED MESSAGE the TLDR; Version of this message: Male x Male RP only

BTS roleplay, Yoonmin Roleplay, Jimin x Yoongi, Taehyung x Jungkook. I'm an adult, 25+ I prefer my partners to be at least 21

I'm very active as I am a youtuber so I make my own hours.

I would love to find some people to roleplay with, not really interested in "friends" perse had bad luck in that department - but maybe after a few months of getting to know someone.

I can roleplay various roles, top and bottom both. I really enjoy Kitty Gang x AgustD themes.

I also really like Mafia, Supernatural, and other such genres.

The only genre I don't do typically is slice of life, I find it boring.

I'll do anything really that contains Yoonmin though :3

@GamerKittyEuphoric is my Discord ~ add me

About me:

I'm over 25 and I've been roleplaying for a very large part of my life, I'm chronically online due to 1: Being disabled, 2: Being a youtuber, and 3: Just enjoying being online. Due to this, I am almost always around unless I'm sleeping, so you can always look forward to 'some' form of reply from me. I don't ghost my partners - I always communicate. Communication is very important to me.

About my roleplay:

I play top and bottom roles, and I'm happy to double up. I prefer heavily story driven plots but will RP sexual elements if the story calls for it properly.

I do not do porn-based sex-driven plots. I don't like them. I will do a plot that has high sexual content, it's not the same as a sex driven plot. I will outline several of these later on.

I have no limits. I will RP just about anything.

My favorite ships listed in order of desire: Yoonmin, Taekook, VMin as Best Friends only.

Because I ship Yoongi with Jimin and Tae with JK, I don't really do any other ships. Sorry, not sorry lol I like what I like <3 I don't "HATE" ships, I'm just not open to them :3

Where can you find me? Discord: GamerKittyEuphoric

Genres of RP I enjoy

my top faves are towards the top but the rest are in no particular order: Crime/Thriller (e.g., detectives, criminals, conspiracies)

Supernatural (e.g., vampires, werewolves, witches in modern settings)

Romance (e.g., slow burns, forbidden love)

High Fantasy (e.g., elves, dragons, magic)

Dark Fantasy (e.g., grim settings, morally complex characters)

Urban Fantasy (e.g., magical elements in modern settings)

Dark Dove ( Triggering Topics, generally some pretty dark stuff )

Mythology-Based (e.g., Greek, Norse, or other mythos)

Time Travel (e.g., paradoxes, historical rewrites)

Medieval (e.g., knights, castles, feudal systems)

Steampunk Fantasy (e.g., gears, steam technology mixed with magic)

Post-Apocalyptic (e.g., survival after societal collapse)

Cyberpunk (e.g., high-tech, low-life settings, dystopia)

Gothic Horror (e.g., haunted mansions, dark secrets)

Psychological Horror (e.g., mental manipulation, paranoia)

Survival Horror (e.g., zombie outbreaks, deadly creatures)

Exploration (e.g., uncharted territories, treasure hunting)

Survival (e.g., stranded on islands, extreme environments)

Espionage (e.g., spies, covert operations)

War Stories (e.g., battlefronts, rebellion)

Heroic Quests (e.g., saving kingdoms, epic journeys)

Whodunit (e.g., murder mysteries, detective work)

Conspiracy (e.g., uncovering secret organizations)

Historical Mysteries (e.g., solving ancient puzzles)

Fanfiction Style (e.g., expanded storylines, character-focused plots)

Political Intrigue (e.g., power struggles, diplomacy)

Historical Fantasy (e.g., magic interwoven with real history)

Sci-Fi Horror (e.g., alien infestations, AI gone rogue)

Noir Fantasy (e.g., detectives in magical cities)

Alien Encounters (e.g., first contact, extraterrestrial politics)

Alternate Universe (e.g., characters from fandoms in new settings)

Genre's I don't enjoy but am willing to try:

Regency/Victorian (e.g., societal intrigue, romance)

Wild West (e.g., cowboys, outlaws, frontier life)

Space Opera (e.g., intergalactic adventures, epic battles)

College/School Life (e.g., students, teachers, drama)

Ancient Civilizations (e.g., Rome, Egypt, Mesopotamia)

1920s-1940s (e.g., noir, war stories)

Slice of Life (e.g., everyday scenarios, relationships)

Paranormal (e.g., ghosts, poltergeists, occult mysteries)

Cosmic Horror (e.g., Lovecraftian themes, incomprehensible entities)

Noir (e.g., hardboiled detectives, femme fatales)

Paranormal Mysteries (e.g., investigating supernatural phenomena)

Canon-Compliant (e.g., based on existing stories, sticking to established lore)

Crossover (e.g., blending characters or settings from multiple fandoms)

Comedy/Parody (e.g., humorous takes on traditional genres)

Not Interested in:

OC-Driven (e.g., original characters in established universes)

Workplace / College AU with Simple Roleplay Plots -- if they are boring, overdone, cliche, and bland, no thank you

Roleplay pairings based on chosen genres:

Crime/Thriller

Detective x Criminal

Mafia Boss x Undercover Cop

Hacker x Federal Agent

Thief x Wealthy Target

Private Investigator x Witness

Cop x Vigilante

Informant x Gang Leader

Lawyer x Client

Drug Lord x Journalist

FBI Agent x Suspect

Assassin x Bodyguard

Police Chief x Rookie Officer

Spy x Double Agent

Ex-Criminal x Current Detective

Bounty Hunter x Fugitive

Crime Lord x Civilian

Kidnapper x Victim (( Only under certain circumstances. DM me for info. ))

Supernatural

Vampire x Werewolf

Fallen Angel x Human

Hunter x Supernatural Creature

Shape-Shifter x Human

Demon x Exorcist

Fae x Human

Angel x Demon

Vampire x Vampire Hunter

Werewolf x Human

Reaper x Mortal

Psychic x Non-Believer

Guardian Spirit x Lonely Human

Ancient Deity x Modern Human

Succubus/Incubus x Human

Romance

Royalty x Bodyguard

Runaway x Commoner

Musician x Fan (( under only certain circumstances.))

Teacher x Student (in a university or training setting) (( Only in certain circumstances))

Childhood Friends x Reunited Adults

Strangers x Roommates

Soldier x Civilian

Bartender x Regular Customer

High Fantasy

Dragon x Human

Knight x Royal Heir

Elf x Human Adventurer

Pirate x Mermaid

Immortal x Mortal

Archmage x Apprentice

Dark Fantasy

Warlord x Captive

Rogue x Noble

Betrayed King/Queen x Loyal Bodyguard

Blood Mage x Innocent Wanderer

Urban Fantasy

Detective x Psychic

Witch x Shapeshifter

Demon x College Student

Magical Bartender x Regular Human

Superhero x Villain

Angel x Homeless Artist

Cursed Human x Monster

Vampire x Novelist

Mythology-Based

Mythological Creature x Hunter

Fandoms I enjoy outside of BTS that we can take inspiration from (( and you can ask if I RP Them too ))

Supernatural Dean x Castiel

League of Legends - The only fandom I will RP F x F ( Vi x Caitlyn )

Fallout

Shadowhunters - Malec

Arcane (League of Legends) - The only fandom I will RP F x F ( Vi x Caitlyn )

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backslid2bts · 10 months ago

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Movie Night

The next part in the Leagues Ahead universe!

Hoseok couldn’t help but notice how much longer Yoongi spent preening tonight nor could he ignore how invested he seemed to be in cleaning the apartment before their friends came over. It was a total 180 compared to the preparation for past movie nights they had hosted. Usually Hoseok had to prod Yoongi to care about cleaning at all. “It’s just Namjoon, Jungkook, and Seoyoung,” He would always say to excuse not cleaning, “We’ve known them forever.” But Yoongi hadn’t known Bora forever, and Hoseok had to reason that she’d caused the change.

Yoongi felt like he had to constantly reapply his deodorant from the sweat that built up as he changed from one underwhelming t-shirt to another. It was a guessing game, he had no clue what might impress her, and he was beginning to doubt that anything he owned ever could bring him towards that goal. He’d never been that invested in his looks. Sure, he had a sense of style and liked to accessorize every now and then, but mostly his closet was curated around his own comfort. He settled on a black long-sleeve shirt, it sported some gothic text on the sleeves, and comfortable ripped jeans. He toyed frustratedly at his locks before sighing and pulling on a knit beanie. He walked out and into the open plan living area where Hoseok was getting started on the meal. Yoongi went to fiddle with the settings on the projector to keep his hands and mind busy.

“So…” Hoseok continued stirring in the pan as he spoke. “What’s got you nervous?”

“Who says I’m nervous?” Yoongi mumbled at the remote.

“Hyung, I have never known you to take more than ten minutes to get ready, let alone even shower and change for a movie night with our friends.”

Yoongi grunted. He had no excuse.

“If you got your eyes set on Bora – well, not to say you’re not a catch or anything but, she’s like – i mean she's great, she’s just…a bit of a big fish to land?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Yoongi finally looked up from his task to find Hobi already looking at him with only the slightest hint of pity.

“I’m just saying don’t get your hopes too high for anything, she finds a way to make everything flirtatious…plus she’s like way out of anyone but a model’s league.”

Out of his league. As if that was something he didn’t already know. As if that wasn’t all he kept chiding himself with as he continued to think about her. “I wasn’t even thinking about that, Hobi, so you can chill with the speculation.”

“Ok…” Hoseok trailed, turning once again to the stove.

Their conversation died just as a knock sounded at the door. Yoongi bolted straight, showing more excitement than he had hoped to let out. He managed to calm down by the time he stood at the door, taking a second to breath before drawing it open only to deflate when he saw who was there. Only Namjoon and Seoyoung stood on the step.

“Not excited to see us hyung?” Namjoon said, moving in to give a quick hug. Yoongi reciprocated hugs for both him and Seoyoung as he mumbled greetings.

“He’s just excited for the rest of the party to arrive.” Hoseok wiggled his brows as he appeared behind Yoongi. The two guests nodded knowingly. “Come in! Make yourselves comfortable! Dinner is almost ready.”

With the arrival of Namjoon and Seoyoung, Yoongi was properly distracted by hosting…not to mention genuinely enjoying time with his close friends.

“I brought wine!” Taehyung’s voice rang through the apartment. Yoongi swiveled from where he sat on the couch to see not only Tae, but Bora following behind him. He must have driven them both.

“Sorry to barge in, When Tae said he knew the door codes, I didn’t think he’d really use them.” Bora’s laughter lilted its way into Yoongi’s system, and he could already feel a blush threatening to glow across his face.

“No worries, it’s my fault for giving them to him.” Hoseok switched off the burners and came over to greet the new arrivals. “You’re just in time for dinner!” The whole group gathered to say their ‘hello’s and give hugs. Bora hugged everyone, old friends and new, and approached Yoongi last.

“Hi Yoongi.” The words tumbled over her lips and into his ears as they hugged. Yoongi was overcome by her presence as he caught a small whiff of her delicate perfume. He cursed his own reactions as warmth spread over his cheeks.

“Hi.” It was a wonder he could manage that.

“I like your shirt.” She pulled away, letting one hand linger shortly on his shoulder to give it a squeeze. Sparks jolted through Yoongi’s body.

“Oh…thanks.”

Soon enough everyone was sat down with emptied plates and the flush of alcohol on their faces.

“So Bora was telling me about her program on the way here and it sounded really awesome!” Tae nudged at the girl next to him.

“Ooh yea! How was France?!” Hoseok added excitedly.

“France?!” Seoyoung gasped.

Bora had been friends with Tae and Hobi for some time, so both of them knew the generalities of why she left and what she was up to, but the others at the table had just met her a few weeks ago when she arrived back after many months away.

“Oh it was so great! Don’t get me wrong, it was hard at first…the French aren’t necessarily known for their welcoming attitudes, but after a while I found some really cool people outside of the program and made some stuff I was really proud of!”

“What kind of program was it?” Yoongi’s question rose before he knew he was asking it.

“I’m in an MFA program right now and it was a semester abroad program to study with some French students and writers.” She smiled shyly as she blinked at Yoongi. Beautiful and smart to boot.

“What kind of writing do you do?” It was Namjoon’s turn to question.

“Mostly creative non-fiction and some poetry. I used to do journalistic writing too, just for cultural events when I was an undergrad, but that’s kind of died down these days.”

“He’d never admit it, but Yoongi is somewhat of a writer too.” Hoseok added, no doubt the wine emboldening him to tease at Yoongi’s supposed crush. Yoongi’s eyes shot daggers into Hoseok’s profile.

“Oh really?” Bora’s eyes peeked at Yoongi over her glass as she sipped on her wine.

“Ahh not really, and not for a long time anyway. Hobi, Namjoon, and I used to make music in highschool, but it was just stupid teenage boy stuff.”

“Stupid teenage boy stuff!!” Namjoon reeled at his words. “We were ahead of our time,” he mumbled, offended.

“Yoongi called his room the ‘genius lab’ because we recorded…oh what did you call them hyung?” Yoongi just shook his head at Hoseok’s words. “Right! We made ‘genius fucking bangers’” Hoseok continued, evidently quoting teenage Yoongi.

“Yeah well that was a long time ago. Plus Namjoon does most of the writing these days,” Yoongi muttered into his wine glass.

The conversation turned to focus on Namjoon and Yoongi was able to relax, no longer under Bora’s gaze. Things stayed relatively calm, regular banter, passionate debate over what movie to watch, and funny stories all around. As people ambled to the living room to pick a movie, Bora slipped to the bathroom.

Bora washed her hands in the bathroom and gazed into the mirror. Her face was flush from the wine and from the way Yoongi had squirmed whenever her eyes turned to him. He was flustered by her, this she knew, but she wondered how she might fluster him more. The image of her lips dragging down his neck flashed behind her eyes. Bora scolded her own mind as she tapped her cheeks with cold water. Not Yoongi…not Hoseok’s friend. That’s a line she wasn’t sure was ok to cross. But still she reapplied her lip gloss and fluffed her hair. But if he’s into it, who is Hobi to deny two adults some good fun.

Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seoyoung were squeezed onto one couch. While Bora took a moment in the bathroom, Yoongi and Tae sat on the other couch. Bora plopped between them, the only space left, as the opening credits began.

Yoongi decided to focus on his breathing as Bora took her seat, but that only drew the scent of her light ambery perfume into his lungs. Bora leaned in to whisper, “What movie did you all decide on?”

Yoongi stuttered out the title of the movie as he steeled his nerves enough to look over at her. His eyes flicked to her freshly glossed lips, seeing them curve into a smirk as she watched him.

“Ooh haven't seen that one yet.” She patted his leg, and Yoongi could’ve sworn he heard her mumble ‘cutie’ under her breath.

At the end of the night, when all guests had figured out their rides home, Yoongi fell onto his bed with a huff. So much for losing this crush.

#min yoongi #yoongi x oc #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fic #bts fanfic

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starcastic’s fun facts about writing Art and Artifice

So, my Vmin Regency AU Art and Artifice is finally finished!! This feels rather surreal because I worked on almost nothing else for the past 6 months. It was such a good experience though because not only did I enjoy myself immensely with the craft and execution of this story, but the people who regularly commented were so wonderfully encouraging and made me feel like the sunken cost was all worth it. Thank you again, I love you all so much!

A lot went into the making of this story, so I really want to share more about how I wrote it as well as pointing out little Easter eggs I included, both relating to BTS or the time period. If any of this interests you, keep reading below!

FUN FACTS FIRST!

Not sure if anyone got this, but the title is in fact a riff on Pride and Prejudice! And the sequel will be even more silly by having a very Blackadder the Third take on another Austen title, but you’ll have to wait and see which one it is.

I already mentioned in an author’s note that each of the estates had IRL basis, but they also all had fictional ones. Harthaven is meant to evoke Mr Knightley’s Donwell Abbey with its stately farmcore vibes. Ivoring Hall should remind you of both Longbourn (especially with the Mins behaving rather Bennet-like) and Kellynch Hall (their money woes reflecting those of the Elliots). And of course, Davensley is a total rip-off of Mr Darcy’s Pemberley and is here to represent the epic breadth and majesty of all major English country estates.

Taehyung’s Grand Tour itinerary is based on Lord Byron’s from 1809-1811. I’m sure he desperately wanted to go to France and Italy but there’s a war going on out there, somewhere. And Seokjin isn’t here. (My Great Comet agenda will never rest)

Speaking of which, there should have been a Jin mention each update but I failed this when the Sope proposal scene became its own chapter and I forgot. Kind of bummed about it, not gonna lie.

I thought about having Yoongi read Sense and Sensibility at some point since it was published in October 1811. But then he went and established himself as an ardent enthusiast of gothic melodrama instead, how very Catherine Morland of him.

[major story spoiler] The backstory of why Merritt suddenly came back to England was that a great-aunt of his died and he had expected to be given her estate just to discover that this was not the case! Having sold his commission, he couldn’t return to a military career so he decided to wiggle his way back into Jimin’s life to gain his fortune/inheritance instead -- except he did not expect a) Minjeong’s wise decision to will Harthaven to Namjoon and b) Kim Taehyung. [end spoilers]

Not about the story/characters at all but I have a weird preoccupation with numbers so I’m particularly happy that I started this fic on 11/11 and managed to finish it on 5/5.

A tidbit about the sequel: it will be from Namjoon’s POV and centred around him as he was mostly in the background throughout this story and deserves something good after his year of being sad. I’m looking forward to it because how he views himself is absolutely not the same way Jimin does!

THE WRITING PROCESS:

I almost always come up with a story’s ENTIRE plot before even writing it down. So after seeing @dayofkaryn‘s tweet (like I’ve said so many times) in March, I was bit by a plot bunny and thought about it incessantly for about 2 months to figure out the main beats. This way, I can mentally test and veto things – at one point I had an entire other ending to the story that I never wrote down and ergo have totally forgotten what it was (something about Taegi teaming up against Merritt but I do not remember what their plan was at ALL). Of course, the final version of the story almost never resembles the chosen plot 100% faithfully, but having a roadmap is still really important for my personal security!

Next, I outline. Extensively. The version that I kept on tweaking and rewriting over the summer ended up at 11k words by the time I started. The point is that it’s a 0 draft and again, I’m figuring out the beats and identifying what needs to be done in regards to character development, structure, or just basic research.

I started drafting in late September and had the first 3 chapters ready by the first post in November (totally lost my head start by Christmas though, lol). When I draft, I cut/paste the section of outline that applies into a new Google doc and start forming them into sentences and paragraphs. Sometimes I end up rewriting the outline first, especially for later chapters after the story had developed into its own thing with a much clearer personality that deviated from the original plan! In draft mode, I also keep Wordhippo and Etymonline on nearby tabs to help me catch that word on the tip of my tongue and that my vocabulary choice is both period and suitably British. Luckily, thanks to where I grew up/currently live my spelling habits are already UK style!

Once drafted, I upload as a preview on AO3 and tweak for line edits/formatting there. Will admit that by the last 2-3 chapters this was not done and I would line edit after posting because my work schedule was hectic! But then the chapter is published, yay, and I go about my day trying not to think about it and reminding myself that the stats page is not an indicator of quality or worth.

RESOURCES:

I’ll admit that I constantly googled shit while I drafted, ending up mostly on the blogs of Romance authors or Jane Austen fanpages. I do want to shout out this extremely cool collection of articles written by literally one person on very particular and niche topics from the era called the Regency Redingote. Even if it just came to one-liners about Jimin using a mote spoon or trimming quills, the wealth of information is just amazing and I could and have lost hours of time just reading about these random Regency things.

I also used videos for general education. Ellie Dashwood is a YouTuber who for a long time made Austen and 19th century her thing, so she was great for simple and straightforward explanations. (And she’s Yoongi biased!) There’s also this incredibly detailed re-enactment of a private ball by the Real Royalty history channel that they held in Edward Austen’s house! That one is just FUN to watch and learning more about the period via direct experience is a great way to do it in my opinion. And this one vlog about a pheasant shoot helped me significantly with Chapter 9 even if it’s very modern.

However, nothing beats immersing yourself in the OG stories! While writing this fic I revisited Emma, Northanger Abbey, and Sense and Sensibility from top to bottom, and picked up Venetia as a new Heyer read. I also checked out Jennifer Kloester’s Georgette Heyer’s Regency World from the library which had a lot of details about the setting and culture that was really useful. My library system has tons of Heyer actually, I should pick up another to celebrate finishing the AU!

WRITING SOUNDTRACKS:

I’m a creature of habit and usually will return to the same handful of mood music for a project. For A&A, these were on constant rotation:

For lighthearted scenes [like in chapters 4-7] / Jimin’s “theme”: the complete OST from Emma 2020. I genuinely love this movie for its cinematography and absurdity, and I love the soundtrack too! For Vmin scenes / Taehyung’s “theme”: Twoset Violin’s Mendelssohn 4mil Concert. I really, really like the Bach piano pieces at the start and end, and I find La Campanella to be very A&A!Taehyung coded: torrid and dramatic and also kind of ridiculous. I do pause writing whenever I hear the concerto starting to catch Brett’s panicked face when they prank him every single time, hahahaha

For Sope scenes / Yoongi’s “theme”: this collection of John Field’s nocturnes. My favourite is No. 10, the “Romance”. Soft and gentle, like our sweet Suga!! Other composers I would also put on from time to time were Beethoven, Pleyel (who Jane Austen was known to enjoy a lot), more John Field (concertos instead of nocturnes) and of course, BTS. C:

If you actually read to the end of this very self-indulgent and longwinded post, thank you for your patience! I hope you liked the story too, and are curious enough to see what the heck I’m going to do with pirates in the sequel. Because now I’m going to have to figure that out too. As always, I remain starcasticallyyours!

#Vmin AU #Vmin fanfic #Vmin fanfiction #Regency AU #BTS #fanfiction #fanfic

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