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phenomenalgirl9 · 2 years ago

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Idol! Yoongi x Reader: Lucid

A/n: It's a bit long Ig, but I poured my heart into this. I used texts for the first time. :)

Summary: What happens when one look at you leads the Min Yoongi to have dreams about you.

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In a Club in Seoul

"Hey Yoongi" Nayeon's voice was heard from behind where Yoongi and Jimin were sitting at the bar, as if on queue Jimin slipped off the stool and went to God knows where, Yoongi cursed under his breath to be left alone with Nayeon.

"Hey Yoongi. Why do you ignore my texts?" She asked.

"I was busy" he mumbled.

"You can't be that busy that you could not even answer a text?" She said running a hand on the back of his head and he flinched.

"I was. And do not touch me without asking me. Only my members can do that" with that he got up leaving the visibly "hurt" girl alone to find someone. At this point, anyone!

"Why do you keep rejecting her?" Taehyung asked as he sat beside Yoongi on the rooftop, 2 Clout beers in hand (A/n: yeah i did that 😸).

"Why won't I reject her" Yoongi said, grabbing a beer and taking a swing "I have no interest in her"

"Don't tell me this is about that literal dream girl of yours" Tae said with a chuckle.

"I knew I should have never told you" Yoongi deadpaned.

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In a Restaurant in Ilsan

"Do you have to go!" Minji was heard saying, holding your hand tight.

"It's not my decision Minmin. The boss wants to shift me to the Seoul office" you said with a pout.

"Don't make a fake pout bitch! We know you also wanted to go!" Ryujin said, throwing you a french fry.

"Yes she does of course. Eunkwang is in that office. You better give us all the tea Y/n" Minji mumbled still clinging to your arm and you laughed.

"You guys that's stupid, besides I had a crush on him way back when I went for that 3 weeks project in Seoul and never even spoke much after that" you said, gulping down the soju you had in your glass.

Yes, you've been working in this construction company for the last 3 years, it's been 3 hectic years of you not being able to do much except work, but you were also taking higher degrees along with it, which you were finally done with, hence the promotion to Seoul sounded good.

"What is the first thing you wanna do when you reach Seoul. You'll have a week-long moving break" Ryujin asked interrupting your thoughts.

"Minji and I have a concert to attend" you said smiling at the drunk girl still clinging to you for dear life.

"Yeah I forgot. Enjoy you two!" She said giving your other hand a squeeze.

"I asked you to come too" you whinned

"I have a blind date" I told before, my parents set me up with someone again.

"Yeah yeah I know" you said bitterly.

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In Jhamsil Stadium

"She's here!" Jungkook whisper yelled as they walked down the stage to change their dresses.

"Jungkook! Shhh!" Hobi said to lower his voice

"Who? Your mom?" Jimin asked

"No!" He said and went to Yoongi as soon as he completed wearing his outfit for the next stage and said something in his ears to which his eyes were wide and stunned.

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Also in Jhamsil Stadium, (but in the Audience)

Your breath hitched the moment you laid eyes on him, him and the dancers making the most beautiful black swan. His hand along with his wife shoulders wide open and you hit your clapper along with the rest of the Armys in excitement

"Girl, Yoongi has been looking this was so many times! Do you think he recognises you?"

You chuckled at Minji's silliness and said "Of course not Minji, he sees millions of people daily. He wont remember a single face from ages ago. He's probably found some interesting posters"

You both kept on cheering even though not being able to scream was a pain and difficult but you managed it. Especially looking at Jin, the most handsome man on the Earth. It was so difficult to not shout and awe when he dent kisses. But, something about the glaces Yoongi kept throwing toward your side was strange, even Jungkook kept looking at your side, you were after all near the stage. But, you told yourself it was nothing. After the whole concert, you were full of joy to the brim.

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Jhamsil Stadium, (but Backstage)

"They are moving out!" Yoongi exclaimed "I will lose her, again!"

"Calm down Yoongi! We'll do something about this" Jin told the distressed boy.

"I have a plan, don't worry Yoongi, I've got you" Namjoon was heard saying and Yoongi looked up to him.

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Later in the car

"I've gotta say this, At first I thought I was seeing a ghost or something, when Jungkook showed me that girl. I've seen the picture Yoongi hyung got made by the sketch artist so many times, but never knew she was real" Jimin confessed.

Yoongi was heard to scoff. "You guys never listened to me! I told you I saw her"

"Sorry if we didn't believe you saw a girl in a skirt on a chilly night and then started seeing in your dream to be real!" Jimin retorted and added "C'mon we thought, you wete going Senile! Even Hobi hyung didn't believe you!"

"Hey" Hobi protested.

"I swear to God-"

"Okay Okay! Calm down, we're almost there, lets are Shihyuk hyung" Namjoon said

"You think he'll help?" Hoseok ask

"Oh I know he will" Namjoon said.

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At Hybe Office (the next afternoon)

"So you're all sure you saw her yesterday, as in she's real?" Hitman Bang asked.

"Ah! I told you this won't work I-" Yoongi started but was stopped by Namjoon

"Hyung, please be patient" Namjoon said.

"I'm sorry Yoongi but this situation of yours is not specifically usual, you see" Yoongi tried to calm himself down cause even he knows the poor man is trying his best to understand

"I have an idea, but first can you pin point the seat she was in?" Hitman Bang asked

"Yeah, she was in the 2nd row, left side of the stage" Jungkook spoke out and everybody looked at him "What? I noticed" he said shrugging.

"Now we need to find the exact seat number through the videos and clips that are there" he said

"Sorry to interrupt but what will you do exactly?" Jimin asked

"Oh I have already started doing it. We have announced a lucky draw for the Tickets" He said

"And?" Taehyung and Jimin asked at the same time.

"We'll choose the specific sear along with the other few. A proof of the ticket and a concert selfie would be required to prove their point, and we'll ask for their contact details" He said

"Superb!" Jin said

"Then? Than what?! I just text her like a weirdo?" Yoongi exclaimed

"Now that, my boy is up to you" Bang PDnim laughed and turned back to his computer.

"First things first, we'll figure what to do later" Namjoon said and ushered the members out.

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XcX Office, Seoul (A Week later)

"The presentation was mind-blowing Y/n" Eunkwang said

"Really?! I felt so nervous this morning" You said and left. Sigh it was your first presentation and you nailed it.

"So what are you doing later after the shift? It's a friday, any plans?" He asked

"No, just stay in and watch Netflix Ig" you said tucking a hair behind your ear.

"There's a restaurant I really like in Hongdae, they have happy hours on friday. Wanna join?" He asked, damn his brown shiny eyes. You'd be lying if you said your "small" crush on him, was not so small in actuality. Unknowingly a smile and a blush crept to your face as you nodded your head.

You were excited for your date, if only you knew.

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In Hongdae

"Seriously hyung, did we have to come all the way here just for shawarma?" Jimin deadpaned

"You know I love specific places for specific food" Jin said, wrapping an arm around the shorter guy.

"Why did I get wrapped up in this" Yoongi said with a huge sigh.

"Oh C'mon Yoongiya breathe some air outside that studio" Jin said and chuckled

The three wore masks and caps, and looked around trying to enjoy a calm friday evening,

They were walking towards the restaurant Jin told them about but Jimin stopped when he saw something.

"Hyung" he called and the two head swiped his way and he pointed at a restaurant rather at two certain people

"Fuck! In all of this mess I completely forgot this possibility" Yoongi said stomping a foot "You guys go on I need to go back to the studio" he was about to go when Jin said.

"And do what? Just write songs! No! We don't even know if they are dating"

"They don't even look that close to be honest" Jimin said

"Don't indulge him" Yoongi told Jimin "I don't want to come in between them, if they have something"

"No of course YOU won't" Jin assured him "but we might? Just check" and with this he pulled Yoongi towards their new destination with Jimin at tow.

They entered the restaurant and tipped the manager off to not let anybody enter the restaurant and the manager accepted when he saw their faces.

"Show time boys" Jin whispered

"Target locked" Jimin said

"This is a very bad idea" Yoongi said while he face palmed, but he couldn't ignore the butterflies he felt in his stomach the moment his eyes landed on her. The one who keeps her away in his dreams. He felt like a school goer looking at his crush. He'd be lying if he didn't feel like throwing that guy off the chair and sit himself, talk to you, get to know you.

He shook his head and went to sit, yes of course they chose to sit at the table right next to you and if that wasn't enough, Jimin turned and said "Hello" to her when she were staring at them.

Yoongi heard a whisper from Jin saying something about "Mission Successful"

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Meanwhile

(I've never made texts. Please bear with me.)

"Wouldn't you wanna go grab a picture?" Eunkwang asked with a slide smile.

"I actually do" you said shyly.

"Then what are you waiting for?! Let's get you a picture with BTS!" he said and the both of you grabbed your phones and went there way.

"Hello" You said.

"Hi!" Jin chirped,

Damn he's more handsome up front

"Thanks" he said

"Sorry? What? Did I say that out loud?" You asked embarrassed.

"No. But your eyes tell that you were admiring me" he said and laughed a bit.

Yoongi was seen shaking his head. You smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Are you guys enjoying the evening?" You asked

Yoongi nodded and Seokjin said something about the weather being so good and you wanted to ask them where Jimin was but couldn't.

"Is that guy your boyfriend?" Jin suddenly whisper asked

"Hyung!" Yoongi sneered

"No, no! He's just a friend" you said smiling

"Good. You can do better" you heard Jimin saying from behind Jin.

"Sorry I was in the washroom" he said "Hello I am Jimin, what... Is your name?" He suddenly said in english and extended his hand. And you giggled and said "My name is Yn, its nice to meet you" in english and shook his hand.

"Now we can click a picture" Jin announced, and you stood between Jin and Jimin with Yoongi beside them as Eunkwang clicked a picture. After congratulating them on PTD and complementing each of them, you went back to your table and they went to theirs.

"It's good that there weren't many customers to start off or it would have been chaos by now" you told Eunkwang

"Yeah I heard the manager telling the ones before you to not upload the picture right away. But you seemed to be talking quite much with them" he said smiling

"Yeah, they are really easy to talk to." You said.

"Apart from the pale one" Eunkwang commented.

"Yoongi? No he's just quiet" you smiled to yourself.

The day was an actual dream and you thanked Eunkwang 1,876 times for taking you there even if it was a coincidence.

You sent the picture to Rats and they went crazy. You were happy and content, you decided to rest and chill the weekend. You were about to enter your house and were searching for the keys, when a paper hit your fingers. You felt strange because you didn't remember putting it there, you brought it out and found it to be a note, it said:

Call me: XXXX-XXXX

What the hell? You thought.

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In the Bangtan Dorm

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Yoongi asked in surprise "What made you think she'll text?! What made you think she can be trusted?!" He added

"I have a feeling she will and the rest is up to you. You're a smart man hyung figure it out" Jimin said

"I am doomed" Yoongi sighed

"Hyung, it's not that bad. Just talk to her and get to know her then tell her okay" Jungkook said

"That is IF she texts" Yoongi said.

"She will" Jimin said with a gleam in his eyes "I believe in the power of love"

"Aww Jimin ssi" Jungkook coo and said "But, I feel it too, there must be a reason why she shows up at your dreams"

"She was really fun to talk too as well" Jimin added, and the two got engaged in their own conversation when Yoongi stood up and walked out of the room.

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And they both started talking, Yn told Jungmin a little about her self and Jungmin told her about himself. They both strangely found it easy to talk to each other. Yn got to know that Jungmin was a producer and loved music. Jungmin got to know that Yn is an interior designer for a leading construction company. She's like an architect but for the insides of hotels, restaurants and public places.

She got to know that Jungmin doesn't like working but realised that when he does work, he doesn't know how to stop. But the guy loves to nap, almost like a cat.

He got to know about her friends and how she sometimes misses her parents back at Ilsan. He also knows how much she loves pop music and loves this band called BTS. Yn knows that being a music producer himself, even Jungmin was a fan of their music.

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3 months later

Jungmin and Yn often spoke on the phone, even though Yn insisted Jungmin never facetimed and said that he was shy. She had no idea what he looked like, but Jungmin had become an important part of her day. Jungmin was a busy guy, but he still looked out time to text her and Yn found that endearing, but she hoped that she could actually meet Jungmin soon.

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Genius Lab, Hybe Building

"Hyung? Which base do you like?" Namjoon asked, Jimin sitting beside him. The younger boy sets down his switch and glances at Yoongi who has headphones on and is typing away on his phone. And of course he sneaked up behind him and peaked at the contact name and gasped.

"OH MY GOD! This is why you turned down Shihyuk hyung when he offered you her number because you had it!" Jimin said

"Yeah he did, he's actually smitten for her" Namjoon said

"You knew?" Jimin said

"Yes, only Namjoon and Hobi knew" Yoongi muttered.

"Tell me everything or I'll tell Jin hyung right now" Jimin threatened and Namjoon almost shook in his seat imagining Jin's rap scolding and said "No. No. Hyung will tell you, don't tell Jin hyung"

And Jimin smirked and Yoongi went on with the story.

"Jungmin?! You said your name was Jungmin?! Couldn't you get a better name!" Jimin exclaimed

"You and Jungkook were the only ones in front of me so it happened, okay!" Yoongi said sinking into his chair "But I think I'm gonna meet her" He declared

"Are you sure?" Namjoon asked

And Yoongi nodded "I trust her"

"All the best hyung" Jimin said.

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A few days later

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were probably shaking with nervousness and excitement. You were gonna meet Jungmin, finally. But for some reason he told you to be patient and not get freaked out. Did he look strange? That's not a problem? Is he an alien?! That thought made her laugh.

You reached the cafe that Jungmin had told you. He said he'd be in a black tshirt and black cap. You noticed such a figure inside. But, the nearer you went the nearer you saw him and when he looked up at you, your world stopped

"Yn" he called your name and it sounded like honey to your ears.

"Jungmin?" You still asked in amazement. You thought of a lot of possibilities but this one never popped into your mind.

"I can explain Yn" he said and you nodded for him to go on as you took a seat. "I remember you, from the 2019 concert when we had eye contact. That night the moment our eyes met when I was in my car and you were standing outside, I could take my eyes off you. I kept staring almost like a creep until the car turned and you went out of my sight. I couldn't sleep properly for days I kept dreaming of you. Everyday, I saw you, but could never get close to you, in my lucid dreams. But then you came to the concert and I saw a new ray of hope" and Yoongi told you the rest.

"So, Jungmin comes from Jungkook and Jimin's names right?" You said smiling and continued, "I understand why you did what you did. I kinda forgive you" you said and found the kitty boy beaming and it's obvious the two of you had a great time. He dropped you home and you were in a daze.

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The boys found Yoongi laughing a bit more these days. The music he made had a sign of that. He seemed genuinely happier. Meanwhile, Yn was seen to smile a bit brighter.

Meeting Yoongi, facetiming Yoongi, having at least one Yoongi activity daily had become a part of you day. To a level that on the days you didn't hear of Yoongi, you felt incomplete.

Yes, you had a huge crush on this Kitty boy and hoped that his dreams and everything actually meant something.

Within moments you heard a knock on your door and you ran and opened it and were pulled into a hug. He pulled away and looked into your eyes and asked "You meant that?"

"every word of it" you said and you didn't need to say again, he could see it in your eyes and so you could see the amount of love and adoration he held for you in his eyes.

And he pulled you in a soft kiss, it was soft but it held all the feelings that the two of you had for each other.

Yes, the boy ended up cuddling with you night long and left early in the morning for schedules.

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bangtangalicious · 3 years ago

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death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important.

a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo.

F L A S H F O R W A R D--

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth.

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties.

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment.

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you.

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe.

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure.

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?”

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh.

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with...y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead.

“You. I was with you”

F L A S H B A C K--

The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongi’s eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape.

Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldn’t afford to have you lying to him already.

It was so frustrating to him that you couldn’t just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadn’t he proven himself to you? Hadn’t he done everything to win your heart?

Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.

There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer.

Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyung’s helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes.

Jimin was then introduced to Yoongi’s two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more.

To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.

You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didn’t give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all.

When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.

Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead.

Jimin’s gang activity was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jimin’s accident was not a surprise to him.

But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him.

And when Jin didn’t lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him.

Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago.

Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.

He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should.

He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldn’t ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didn’t you?

He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.

Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. “It’s me. I need to see you. Now”

Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.

Hobi couldn’t really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his boss’ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?

Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...

Hobi didn’t know. He didn’t know who gave him orders. He really didn’t care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasn’t thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals.

“What should I get?” You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. “What’s gonna fuck me up the fastest?”

Hobi snorted, “Tequila” He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly “Y/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.

“The night of the rematch” You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.

“Yoongi was at the fight?” Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?

“Y/n!” The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldn’t help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing.

You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. “Easyyyy Y/n” He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didn’t you get stabbed or something?”

“I did!” Jungkook grinned, “In fact, that’s exactly why I’m here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill him”

Hobi rolled his eyes, “Oh really”

“Kim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. He’s the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/n’s apartment, so he’s probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jimin’s accident. It makes so much fucking sense”

Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didn’t fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasn’t impossible. And that’s what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, “But he’s literally a police officer”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “Exactly! It’s fucking brilliant. He’s a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? It’s a fucking ploy. You’re not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boom”

You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. “Wow you guys are idiots.” You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. He’s lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.

“I’m gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.” Jungkook chuckled, “And then they’d kill him, oh God finally”

Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jin’s eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didn’t know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didn’t make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?

“Y/n, come with me.” Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.

“Oh my goodness it’s Yoongi. It’s Yoongi. It’s always been Yoongi” The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. “I would fucking know okay!” Your laughs grew loud, “I was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!” You buckled over, laughing into Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook” Hobi sighed, “I gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?” Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.

The laughter wouldn’t stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through it’s glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. “Y/n” Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left.

Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, “Y/n, is everything okay?”

You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, “I’m dead. He’s gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. He’s everywhere. Everywhere.” You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone...I” You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s okay ssh” He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m here aren’t I?” You sniffled, nodding lightly. “I got you okay. No one is gonna hurt you”

You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.

You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. “Y/n” Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you okay. I promise”

Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. “Oh you poor thing” He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his.

He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.

You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts.

“Jungkook” You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.

He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down.

“Y/n” His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. “Fuck I missed you” You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after.

His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.

“That’s it baby, just like that” He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. “Look at me. Look right at me baby”

He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.

"So good for me” He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. “You taste so fucking good baby”

He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out.

“You want my cock?” He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. “You want my big cock in your little pussy?”

You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. “So warm and wet for me, fuck” He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again “You take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty baby” He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.

“Yeah...feels really good” Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you.

“Mmm yeah I bet” He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. “You’re so fucking pretty you know that right?” He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. “So perfect for me”

His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. “Jungkook...I’m...”

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s voice was raspy with lust, “You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cum”

You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.

“There you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like that” He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, “Want me to cum inside you baby?” You nodded, whining slightly, “Yeah? You want it baby? Huh?” Jungkook’s hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. “Want my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?”

“Yeah. I want it. Jungkook please,” Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.

“Holy fuck” Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.

He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.

“I missed that” He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly.

You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached it’s destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boy’s hold on you remained steady.

"I see stabbing you once didn’t really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon Jungkook”

You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jin’s voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. “Too bad, I unfortunately can’t kill you yet” He turned to you and winked, “Both of you come with me”

Sweat trickled down from Namjoon’s neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didn’t care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.

“Don’t overdo it” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. “Last thing you want is to get injured again” He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.

“What do you want Yoongi?” Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.

“I’m gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?” His voice was stern.

“Man, fuck you Yoongi” Namjoon groaned, “I put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record deal”

Yoongi shrugged, “Okay fine. I’ll sign you. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Yoongi inhaled sharply, “And I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, you’re dead to me. And I will know if you do.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yeah okay. Just get me my fucking record deal”

Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. “Paperwork is ready. You have one job. Don’t fuck up again” Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. “I have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, please”

You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkook’s place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you.

You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jin’s hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.

“Hey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?” Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. “I just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talk”

You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. “I know everything” You scoffed in spite, “I know everything you did, you fucking maniac”

Jin smiled wide at the term, “I know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff that’s been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,” Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, “You don’t actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least you’re smart”

You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, “Oh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.”

He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, “What did he tell you huh? That he’s Yoongi’s friend or some shit? Taehyung doesn’t give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. He’s trying to take over both gangs, not just Jimin’s, and he’s been lying to you this whole time.”

The bargaining chip. “What do you mean?” You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.

“He’s distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look here” Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valley’s parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyung’s car. “He’s robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When he’s done with all of this, he’s gonna kill them both.”

No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jin’s words, “You’re just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didn’t you?” Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. “I know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldn’t hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himself”

You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.

“Where is he?” You growled, “I wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myself”

“Absolutely. In fact, if you’re up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for me” Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, “If we don’t kill him first, he’s planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coup” Your heart dropped, “You don’t want that do you?”

"No” You blurted.

“So let’s kill him first. Come on, let’s go get you dolled up for this party”

As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.

Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.

Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didn’t have it in him to take a life.

Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi.

“Do you want some coke?” You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. “I could use a hit, I don’t know about you”

“Oh hell yes. Thank you” He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror “Damn. I needed that. I didn’t know that you use”

Jin bit back a smirk, “I do.” He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. “A lot”

“Oh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huh” You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. “Does that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and they’re like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?”

Jin’s eyes widened at you “Not any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying that” He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist “That’s a whole other story” You pushed him away playfully.

“What?” Jin said mockingly, “Don’t remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.

“Wow. Cocky are we?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the best”

Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. “Don’t even lie. You loved fucking me. Don’t you remember? How fucking wet you were?” His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees.

Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. “On the floor slut” His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.

You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor.

Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good.

“Oh my god Jin” You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.

“Look at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.” He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.

He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.

“And you love it” He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, “You love the pain don’t you you fucking slut?” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. “I asked you a fucking question”

“Y...yes” You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.

Jin reached for the martini glass “Turn over” He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jin’s cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. “This is gonna burn. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can too”

“Wait what” Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, “Jin. Hold on.” Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. “Jin seriously. That’s not funny”

“Shhh. You can take it” He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. “Enjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why can’t I?”

“Jin. It’s not you, I'm just not ready for something like this please” Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. “I didn’t let Yoongi brand me he just did.”

Jin stilled momentarily. “And you still love him? Even though he did that?”

You didn’t answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, “How can you love someone like that?” He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. “I don’t want any of them touching you again. You understand me?” He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. “Ass up. Now” He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldn’t help but love every second of it.

Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.

He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, “Hands under” He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.

He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. “Who gives it to you the best him?” Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didn’t care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more.

He slapped his palm onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear “Filthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, don’t you have any fucking self respect?” He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place.

“When will you fucking learn huh? This pussy” He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. My cockslut whore” Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth “You taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for me”

Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further.

“Who owns this cunt huh?” Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow.

“You do. Holy fuck, you do” You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure.

“That’s right baby” He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly.

“J..Jin” You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, “Jin please. Feels good” Jin scoffed, “Gonna cum...gonna cum” You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.

You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck “You really thought I would let you cum whore?” His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process.

“Look in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person who’s ever gonna let you feel this good” You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jin’s nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers.

You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.

On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.

Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious.

Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.

“You liar” You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. “How could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubt” You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.

“What are you talking about? When did I use you?” Taehyung looked around frantically, “Calm down okay, let’s go somewhere and talk this through.” Your eyes flared in anger.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re gonna kill them!” You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor.

“Y/n. Breathe. Tell me what’s going on” Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. “And what the fuck are you on?”

Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis.

“You used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. You’re selfish, and...and...you’re gonna KILL them” A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, “You’re gonna kill Yoongi. I...I can’t let you do that”

You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyung’s chest. He instantly put his hands up. “Y/n. Y/n stop. That’s not true okay you’re not thinking straight. Don’t do something you’ll regret”

Your hands trembled around the gun “You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them both...I can’t let you do that”

“Hold on!”

Too late. You pulled the trigger.

Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight.

So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.

He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel.

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind.

Namjoon couldn’t understand Jin’s plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongi’s orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldn’t he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him.

He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jin’s agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations.

You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldn’t do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.

“Hold on!” He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung’s eyes flew shut.

Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.

“It...was a blank” You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. “What the...what was I just about to do?” His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.

“Taehyung are you okay?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself.

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled, “Who gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while she had a gun? Fucking hell”

Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you.

“I’m so sorry. Taehyung I...” You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his.

“Yeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how you’re using her. At least I hope they’re just stories” Namjoon peered at him. “I’m Namjoon by the way, we haven’t officially met”

Taehyung shook his hand “Hi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent music” He chuckled ironically, “Y/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”

Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldn’t matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble.

P R E S E N T D A Y--

Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him.

After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jimin’s accident, your and Namjoon’s kidnapping, as well as Jungkook’s attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobi’s help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.

The question remained how and why.

“I know you’re not going to believe me. So I have proof” Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.

All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way

You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoon’s jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guy’s brains out beforehand.

“Listen to me. This guy is dangerous. I don’t really understand why he’s doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly there’s some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behind my back.” Taehyung muttered.

“The only way to know what he wants is to see what he does next” Namjoon pitched in.

You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.

“Let me fake my death. Let’s see what he does.”

The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jin’s briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.

“Can I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?” You weren’t phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jimin’s face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.

You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.

That watch. That’s his watch.

Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him “You okay babe?”

“I...no yeah, I’m just shocked” You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.

Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didn’t feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.

Jimin stroked your back softly, “It’s scary, I know. I know baby, but don’t worry” He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobi’s from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon”

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escapewithbts · 4 years ago

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They Find Out About Your Original Bias - Hyung Line

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Namjoon: It was the first time your boyfriend had come over to your place. The relationship was relatively new so you were pretty nervous to have him there; showing someone your personal space opened up a whole new level of vulnerability. But you felt ready to show Namjoon, and it was actually going very well so far.

“And this is my bedroom.” You stated as you walked in and let him enter ahead of you.

He strolled around slowly with his hands behind his back, taking in every detail; his eagerness to learn everything there was to know about you evident.

“It’s cozy in here,” he said looking back at you with a dimpled smile, “I like it a lot.”

You blushed and thanked him quietly. He then sauntered over to your large bookshelf full of all different genres. He ran his long finger along their spines, occasionally picking one up to inspect it.

“May I borrow this?” He questioned, holding up a particularly good one.

You nodded and leaned against the doorframe.

“Of course. You can borrow any of them.”

He nodded and tucked it under his arm, then went back to investigating.

You smiled, admiring the way his eyebrows furrowed while searching all the titles and how wide his eyes got when he found one that sparked his interest. You were so glad you found someone who loved to read as much as you did.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing, but you couldn’t see why since he had turned his back toward you.

“What about this one?” he asked, “Can I borrow it, too?”

To your horror, when he turned around he was holding up a notebook you had put together before you had met; a colorful notebook covered in pictures of your old bias.

“‘All the Reasons I Love Min Yoongi’,” he read out loud, “This sounds like a really great read!”

Your face turned beet red as you rushed over to him.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I forgot all about that!”

You attempted to grab the notebook from his grasp but he quickly held it up high, his height taking the upper hand.

“I’m serious, (y/n), I really want to read it! Maybe it will give me some inspiration!” he joked, grinning down at you as you tried to jump and take it from him.

“Joonie, nooo, oh my god, please give it back!” You demanded in between giggles.

Finally he lowered it down and you snatched it from him while you had the chance, holding it tightly against your chest. Namjoon couldn’t stop laughing.

“I-I really did forget about it...” you smiled, looking down at the ground shyly, “I’m sorry, Namjoon, I would have thrown it away...”

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Please don’t throw it away, (y/n),” he said, “It’s so cute. I love that you were a fan of ours before we met... even if you did have poor taste.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“Besides,” he went on, “I know for a fact I’m your favorite Bangtan rapper now.”

You smiled wide at him and ran a hand through his soft hair.

“Of course you are, Joonie.”

Then you stood on your tip toes and put your lips to his in a tender kiss.

~~~

Seokjin: You had spent the day showing your boyfriend Jin around your hometown, ending at the house you grew up in where your parents still lived. He had followed you through the whole tour of the home, listening to the all the anecdotes and memories you had of the things you experienced there. He loved getting a glimpse into the childhood that had shaped you into who you are as an adult. It made you two feel closer than ever.

“So that concludes the tour!” You exclaimed, throwing you hands up and entering the foyer where the tour had started. Jin looked at you quizzically and pointed at the staircase.

“But you didn’t even show me your old bedroom. Can’t I see it?”

You shook your head. “No, no that’s not interesting. It’s just a bedroom... you know, there’s a bed, dresser, desk... normal stuff.”

You waved your hands in protest, trying to convince Jin it wasn’t worth seeing. He cocked his head and squinted his eyes at you suspiciously.

“Hmm, no, I’d actually really like to see your old room,(y/n)-ah.”

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair.

“Fine.”

You headed up the stairs, Jin folllowing close behind you, your heart beating faster with every step. You stopped outside the bedroom door and turned to him.

“Jinnie, I love you, you know that right?”

“Yes of course. Why are you being so weird? What is in there?”

You put your hand on his arm in reassurance.

“Just remember, I haven’t been in this room in 5 years... A lot has changed since then, okay?”

Jin knitted his eyebrows and nodded hesitantly.

Finally, you took a deep breath and opened the door. You switched the overhead light on to reveal what had made you warn Seokjin before entering; all the walls were covered in pictures and posters of your old BTS bias, none other than Kim Taehyung. You bit your lip and glanced at your boyfriend. His wide eyes scanned the whole room, his mouth open in shock.

“Oh my...” he trailed off.

Suddenly he burst out laughing his infamous windshield wiper laugh, wrinkles forming around his eyes. He brought his hand up to his mouth and slapped his knee with the other.

“Jin-ah! Stop laughing!” You demanded with a smile, hiding your embarrassed face in your hands.

He couldn’t stop. You noticed tears falling down his cheeks from laughing so hard.

“Oh my god, I have to take a picture for V-ssi!” he said, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

You quickly snatched the phone from his hand.

“Oh no absolutely not! No one is ever seeing this room ever! I’m-I’m taking all this down!”

Jin finally began to catch his breath and held up his hands. “Don’t take it down, (y/n), please,” he said, stepping toward you and pulling you into a hug, the chuckles still escaping from his chest making you shake against him, “It’s okay, it’s okay. You just found a different BTS Kim to love!”

~~~

Yoongi: You sat on the couch flipping between channels when your boyfriend walked in the living room. He had come from his studio down the hall where he had been working on music.

“Hey (y/n)?”

You glanced over at him and noticed an annoyed look on his face.

“Yes, Yoongs?”

He sighed and scratched the back of his neck.

“Can I borrow your laptop? My computer is completely fucking up and I can’t seem to fix it.”

You smiled sympathetically at him.

“Of course you can, it’s in the bedroom at the desk.”

He turned away then came back a couple minutes later holding your computer and a pair of his headphones. He plopped down next to you and propped his feet up on the coffee table before opening the laptop and recovering the files he had been working on. You let him do his thing, happy that now with a portable computer he was able to be next to you while he worked.

Some time passed when suddenly out of nowhere Yoongi burst into a fit of giggles, leaning his body away from you slightly.

“What, what? What’s so funny?” You asked, smiling at his outburst and cute gummy smile.

He waved his hand at you while still staring at the screen.

“Nothing nothing.” He snickered.

You turned your body toward him and nudged his arm.

“Come onnn Yoongi, show me.”

He covered his large grin with his hand and slowly turned the laptop so you could see it.

There on the screen, to your horror, was a file folder with the title “WWH Jin”, full of pictures of your old bias Kim Seokjin. Your face turned hot and red, and you went to close the laptop. Yoongi’s hand stopped it.

“Don’t shut it, I want to look!”

He was still laughing.

You put your head in your hands and whined through a smile, “Yoongi-ahhhh, you weren’t ever supposed to see that, I meant to delete it!”

He scrolled through the pictures while you just peaked through your fingers in shame.

“Damn, (y/n), I knew Jin was your favorite but I didn’t think you would have a whole folder dedicated to him.”

You shrugged. “It was a long time ago.... can we stop looking at it now please?”

Yoongi rubbed your shoulder.

“Sure, sure, but I’m emailing the whole folder over to Jin hyung.”

Your eyes got wide and you quickly grabbed the laptop from his grasp.

“Oh no you are not Min Yoongi!”

You closed it swiftly and put it on the coffee table in front of you. Yoongi laughed and pulled you by the shoulders until you fell into his warm chest, his arms holding you close to him.

“I’m just kidding jagiya, I would never do that to you.”

He kissed the top of your head and you looked up into his dark brown eyes.

“Just maybe make a ‘Min Suga’ folder, too, hmm?”

You laughed and snuggled more into him.

“Okay, I can do that Yoongi-ah.”

~~~

Hoseok: You were preparing dinner for you and Hoseok when you suddenly heard your Twitter notifications going off like crazy. You got mentioned a lot being in a public relationship with an idol, but this seemed excessive. You wiped your hands on the kitchen towel and unlocked your phone to see what all the fuss was about.

Your eyes widened in shock when you scrolled through the tweets about you... someone had found your old Tumblr where you had written stories about your old bias, Park Jimin. How they figured out it was you you had no idea, but you did know fans could be quite detective.

“Hobi!” You called to him, rushing into the living room where he was sitting on the couch, “Please tell me you haven’t read any of the tweets about-“ you stopped when you saw him looking at you with the biggest mischievous grin on his face.

He raised his eyebrows at you suggestively. You groaned, hiding your embarrassed face in your hands.

“‘I closed my eyes and felt Jimin’s soft plump lips on mine as he kissed me passionately...’” Jhope read out loud from the app on his phone.

You leapt towards him.

“Hobi-ah, noooo!”

He moved the phone away from your reach.

“Ohh Jimin, yes, I love your 6 pack and plump lips, ohh you’re so sexy Jimin-ah!” He teased.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, attempting to take his phone so he couldn’t read anymore. He held the phone above his head and laid back on the couch, using his other arm to pull you down on top of him.

You squealed, falling into his chest.

“So you liked Jimin-ah, huh?”

You tugged at his shirt gently, not meeting his gaze.

“Yes...” you mumbled, “I honestly totally forgot about that site and those stories.”

Hoseok kissed your nose and ran his hand through your hair.

“I think it’s cute, Jagi.”

You cocked you head at him.

“You do?”

He smiled.

“Yeah! And it just confirms my suspicions about you having a thing for dancers.” He said with a wink.

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction: He Finds Out Another Member Used To Be Your Bias

Jin:

His smile grew when he found your old notepad in your bedroom at home, it was one of the old BTS books from their debut, yet as he turned the first page, he saw Hobi’s name written in the middle, with a heart around it.

“So, you used to like Hobi then?”

Your eyes widened when you saw what he found, snatching it from him, “I wouldn’t say I liked him, but he was my favourite at the start, I loved watching him dance on the stage.”

“I was the best dancer,” he argued, watching as your eyes rolled at him, “am I your favourite now, or do you still wish I were Hobi?”

You smirked across at him, “you know that you’re my favourite, Hobi was just a phase, I wanted to be a dancer just like he was, but now I want to be just like you.”

“You want to dance like me?” He teased, wrapping his arms around you, “can we please take this notebook to the studio next time we go.”

“Absolutely no way, the boys cannot find out about this,” you warned, snatching it from him, “they won’t ever let me forget about it.”

“I won’t let you forget.”

Yoongi:

He frowned as he read through some of your old tweets that the fans had found and sent him, they were from a good couple of years ago, bringing a smile to his face, turning to face you with a big grin on his face.

“Did you always thank Kookie was fit?”

You looked across at him in confusion, taking the phone that he handed across to you, reading through the tweets. “How did you manage to find them? They’re so old.”

“Fans sent then,” he chuckled, “I always knew you and Jungkook got on, but now I know why you look him so much, clearly it’s his good looks and sweet smile.

Your eyes rolled, cringing as he spoke, “please don’t read them out, you know that they were never intended for now, I never thought I’d date one of you guys.”

“It must hurt that I’m not Jungkook,” he continued to tease, watching your head shake as you tried to comfort him. “Stuck with Yoongi instead.”

“You know that’s not true, I’m with you because you’re much fitter than Jungkook, and your gummy smile is always my favourite smile.”

“If you say so jagi.”

Hoseok:

As soon as you showed him the old box of BTS merch you had from concerts, his eyes landed on the old plush you owned from the BT21 collection, Hobi picked it up, throwing it in the air to capture your attention.

“Let me guess who was your favourite?”

Your head shook, “all the Mang toys had sold out so I had to buy a Chimmy instead, if a Mang was there to buy, I would have got it straight away, because you’re my favourite.”

“So, it’s not that you used to prefer Jimin?” He joked, throwing the toy across the room, “if you wanted a Mang, you should have just asked me.”

You crawled across the room to grab the toy, “I think it would be a bit weird if I asked you now for one of your toys when I’m dating you, don’t you think?”

“It would stop you having a Chimmy,” he groaned as you took a hold of the toy, bringing it back, “I’m definitely getting you a bigger Mang plush to get rid of this thing.”

“If it would make you feel better, bring me a Mang,” you assured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I promise it will be my favourite.”

“It better be your favourite.”

Namjoon:

He couldn’t believe what he saw when you based him the photo, it was from a fansigning many years ago of you and Taehyung, it was clear you’d been crying with excitement, whilst he smiled anxiously by your side.

“This might be my favourite photo ever.”

Your eyes rolled, “I used to love Taehyung, I didn’t want to talk to any of you aside from Taehyung, I’m pretty sure I even asked the staff if I could skip all of you and just see Tae.”

“I’ve never felt so under appreciated in my life,” Joon laughed, recreating your expression in the photo, “do you think Taehyung remembers this?”

Your head shook rapidly, “I hope he doesn’t, and there is no way you’re showing him either. That photo is from a long time ago, things are very different now.”

“They better be, if you still liked Taehyung better than me, there’s no way I’d still be here,” he joked, feeling your arms wrap around him tightly.

“You’re my favourite member of BTS now, by far, nothing will change that,” you assured him, “you’re much better than Taehyung.”

“Damn right I’m better.”

Jimin:

When Jimin appeared at your door, your heart stopped, you let him in, knowing exactly what was in your living room. He stopped when he saw a poster of Jin laid out across the floor, turning to you to try and explain.

“What’s this all about?”

You sighed, “I was going through some of my old merchandise, and came across this, I couldn’t remember who was on it, so I unravelled it and then remembered buying it at my first concert.”

“Back when Jin was your bias,” he teased, snaking his arms around your waist, “don’t worry, I don’t mind, I hope you were throwing it out though.”

You nodded, turning back to face him, “I thought Jin might like it, he likes things like this with his face on to admire, might cheer him up a bit too.

“Don’t tell him that it’s yours though, he won’t ever let me forget it if he finds out you used to be his bias,” he requested, pressing several kisses to your cheek.

“It’s a secret, I’ll tell him a fan gave it to me to pass on,” you assured him, watching as the smile on his face grew.

“You’re the best, thank you.”

Taehyung:

You told him to open up your laptop to find something to watch, he did as he was told, only as he opened up your laptop, he found an old folder you had, titled Yoongi. He was intrigued but didn’t want to go behind your back.

“What’s in your Yoongi album on here?”

It was something you’d completely forgotten about, turning around to face him, “don’t open it, it’s no big deal, just pretend you’ve not just seen it.”

“It can’t be that big of a deal, I’ll just have a look,” he smiled, knowing exactly what was going to be in the folder, and all about Yoongi being a former bias of yours.

You shook your head, “don’t you dare Kim Taehyung, you think you’re being funny, but it’s not, you know that you’re just winding me up right now.”

“Alright, I’m sorry, I won’t open it,” he spoke, opening up Netflix instead, “don’t worry, I know I’m your bias now, and that’s what matters to me.”

“You are my favourite, Yoongi is my second favourite,” you told him, “now can you just pick something for us to watch?”

“I’m already on it.”

Jungkook:

Introducing Jungkook to your family was terrifying, they were all staring across at him, from the moment he walked in they were trying to figure things out, you knew something was wrong, you just didn’t know what it was.

“Is everything alright with you both?”

Your mum smiled, “when you told us your boyfriend was in BTS, we were expecting to see that Namjoon guy here, we didn’t realise that you’d moved on from him to Jungkook.”

“Mum!” You shrieked in horror, turning to face Jungkook, “I told you ages ago I was with Jungkook, Namjoon was just a phase when I was only a fan.”

She nodded her head, “sorry darling, I don’t know much about all these bands anymore, the name Namjoon just stuck with your father and I.”

“I knew something was wrong, you actually thought I was going to bring Namjoon home?” You asked, as they both nodded, making you feel terrible.

Jungkook took a hold of your hand, “don’t feel awkward, it’s funny really that your parents thought I would be Namjoon.”

“I am so sorry Kook.”

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dreamescapeswriting · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction || You Have Prescription Glasses [Request]

A/N: Hope this is okay!!

Seokjin

You were clinging to Jin as you walked through the streets of Malta, you'd come on tour with him and he decided to go sightseeing today with you. In a massive rush that morning you'd forgotten to put your glasses on and now you were struggling to see around the streets.

"We can go back if you want?" Jin asked as you sat in a cafe trying to read the menu,

"I'm fine." You sighed putting down the menu and waiting for the waiter to come and take your order. You weren't fine and both you and Jin knew that you couldn't see without your glasses and they were such a thick prescription you were having a hard time adjusting to the fact that they weren't there.

"You sure?" You hummed and he chuckled at you, promising you he would help you walk around the city if you needed it and that he would watch out for you.

(X)

"You find this hilarious don't you?" He nodded and you groaned laying your head on his shoulder, you were walking around a museum together and he had to read the plaques to you and you wanted to go back to the hotel and cry.

"You should have remembered your glasses." He teased taking you over to the next painting and talking to you about it,

"You shouldn't have rushed me." You teased back and he kissed your cheek, walking you out of the museum and going to find something sweet for you both to eat.

"Hey! You didn't have to rush if you'd gotten up the first five times I woke you up." You rolled your eyes at him and he poked your cheek making you giggle and try to bite his finger.

"Ah young love." An elderly lady said as she saw you both acting like kids together, you smiled at her and Jin laughed as you struggled to walk without him by your side.

"I knew I should have dated Namjoon, he understands what it's like to be blind." You grunted sitting down on the pavement in a protest and Jin just bent down, picking you up and putting you on his shoulder.

"If you dated Namjoon you'd both be blind right now and going nowhere." He told you as he walked in the direction of some cabs, deciding he'd had enough of being your eyes for the day and that you needed your glasses.

Yoongi:

You were giggling with Tae as you sat in Namjoon's studio, all of you were talking about doing something for Yoongi for his birthday but the conversation had somehow changed onto prescription glasses. Taehyung tried on Namjoon's and now he was trying on yours, both of them talking about how much more ''blind'' you were compared to Namjoon.

"It's not even that bad." You groaned taking your glasses back and looking up at the door to see Yoongi walking in with some coffees for everyone,

"When did you get here?" He questioned sitting between you and Taehyung,

"An hour ago, you were busy so I came in here." You told him and Tae started telling him about your glasses,

"Let me try." He took them off your face and you stared at him as he placed them over his eyes, taken back by just how strong the prescription was and then chuckling as he tried to look at you only to see a blurry blob.

"I get it, I'm blind." You grumbled taking them from his face and putting them on to see him making his eyes cross,

"Shit I can't see anymore, they broke me." You groaned pushing him into Tae causing them both to laugh and you to glare at them.

"You don't bully Namjoon for being blind." You grumbled folding your arms over your chest and staring at Namjoon who was trying to hide the fact that he was laughing along with them,

"They do," He chuckled staring at Yoongi who was now wrapping his arm over your shoulder in an attempt to get back on your good side but you turned your head away from him and acted as though you were more interested in the posters lining Namjoon's studio wall.

"I love you." He whispered in your ear so only you could hear but he knew it wasn't going to be enough, he cleared his throat.

"I love you." He said loud enough for Namjoon and Tae to hear him and you smirked,

"You're so cute!" You joked squeezing his cheeks making him blush as both of his friends stared at him.

Hoseok:

Hoseok watched as you walked into the coffee table, then into your kitchen counter.

"You okay?" He questioned wondering why you were bumping into everything in your own apartment, he thought you would have learnt where everything was to avoid walking into things. Which was true, but tonight was different. It was the first time since you'd been together that you'd forgotten to renew your contact lenses so now you were walking around your apartment practically blind.

"Yeah, just struggling to see." You laughed looking through the cupboards for some snacks, squinting as you tried to read the labels.

"You should go and see someone, maybe you need glasses." You'd never told him about the fact that you had to wear glasses because you didn't want to wear them in front of him.

"I- Fuck." You screamed as you banged your leg on the kitchen table and then you clutched your shin, you knew you were going to have to put on your glasses to be able to see properly but you really didn't want to wear them in front of him.

"I have some." You admitted, telling him where they were and waiting for him to go and get them for you.

He came back with the black frames and handed them to you, you groaned putting them onto your face and looking up at him, he was smiling brightly at you making you blush.

"I hate them," You grumbled at him standing up from the floor and walking into the living room to try and avoid his lingering looks but he couldn't help it, you looked adorable in them.

"Why? You look cute." You rolled your eyes at him and sat on the sofa, trying to continue to watch the movie but he kept staring at you which was making it hard for you to concentrate.

"Hobi...Please, just pretend they're not there." You whispered but he smiled at you, laying his head on your shoulder as you watched the movie.

"How come you haven't worn them before?" You paused the movie and looked at him,

"I always made sure I was stocked up on my contact lenses, but I forgot this week." He chuckled at you and took the glasses from your face to see just how blind you were and he groaned.

"Shit. You really are blind without them." You giggled as he handed them back to you.

"Well, you look cute with or without them." It made you feel a little less insecure about wearing them in front him but you were still ordering your contact lense, they were easier than wearing the giant frames that you had.

Namjoon:

You were staying over at the dorms for the week, Namjoon took the week off and you were spending as much time together as you could before he went away on tour for another three months.

"Namjoon have you seen my glasses?" You questioned as you came out of the bedroom, he was standing in the living room.

"You had them in the living room last night, I'll check." You nodded and helped him look around the living room. Namjoon went into the kitchen to check, in case one of the boys had moved in when you were both asleep but there was no sign of them.

"I thought I left them in the bathroom?" You questioned looking up at Namjoon who ran off to check, you heard him grumble something and then swear loudly.

"Found them." He said slowly coming back into the living room and holding up the broken glasses, broken in a way you couldn't easily fix.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as you took the two halves of your glasses, you were silent and he assumed you were mad at him until you held one of the halves up to your face and started giggling.

"Look I have a monocle." He started laughing as you held it up to your face and staring at him through them.

"You're not angry at me?" You shook your head as you giggled, putting down the broken glasses and taking out your phone,

"I'll just order a new pair and some contacts while I wait for them." You told him and he smiled at you, coming over to you and kissing your nose.

"Have I ever told you how cute you are without glasses." You poked his cheeks,

"Nice try, you can buy dinner tonight." You giggled wriggling out of his grasp and running away before he could grab you again.

(Librarian Namjoon 🤩🤩)

Jimin:

Jimin and you had been dating for four months now and tonight was the first time he was sleeping over at your apartment, he was sitting in the bed on his phone while you were getting ready in the bathroom, taking off your glasses and washing your face.

"Do you think we should watch a movie?" He called out to you, you came out of the bathroom with a towel over your face to dry it and nodded.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" He looked up at you and stared as you took the towel off your face, in the whole time you'd been dating he'd never seen you without your small golden round glasses,

"You're not wearing your glasses?" You stared at him with a raised eyebrow,

"I can't exactly wash my face with them on Jimin." You giggled throwing the towel into the wash and getting into the bed next to him. His eyes trained to your face as you did so, you'd worn them so much he was starting to think they were permanently attached to your face.

"What?" You questioned turning to look into his eyes and he smiled, he'd noticed how beautiful your eyes were before this of course but for some reason, they looked even better when there wasn't a strip of glass in the way.

"Your eyes have a little green in them." He mumbled, you lent backwards away from him and he chuckled.

"You're being weird." You giggled pushing against his chest as he continued to get closer to your face, pulling funny faces at you as he did so.

"You're just so beautiful." You groaned at him and he kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you deeply. Your hands rested against his chest as you made out on the bed, giggling as you pulled away from him.

"We should get you some contacts, I want to stare into your eyes all day." You rolled your eyes at him and he took the remote from your bedside table, trying to find a movie for you both to watch together...But he knew he was just going to end up staring at you throughout the entirety of the movie.

Taehyung:

You were already late for your date with Taehyung, you'd broken your nice looking frames and now you were going to have to wear your old ugly frames, you hoped he wouldn't notice but it was Tae. He noticed every little thing which you normally loved but today of all days you didn't want him to notice. You wanted to continue on as if it was nothing new and they were your cute frames, not the ones that made you look the grandma of sixteen grandkids.

"You look different." He said as you sat across from him in the cafe, you toyed with the coffee cup in front of you and he stared at you.

"Glasses, they're new?" You stared up at him and groaned,

"I know they're awful but I broke my nice ones and these are the only spare pair that I owned." You sighed taking them off and staring at them, you'd hated them with the fire of a thousand suns for years, they were awful.

"They're cute what are you talking about?" He asked taking them from your hands and sliding them back onto your face, staring at you as you stared back at him with a raised eyebrow,

"Tae I look like a grandmother." You mumbled looking down at the cup but he pulled your face back up with his index finger,

"A cute grandmother... that sounded better in my head." You giggled and he leant across the table giving you a quick kiss so you wouldn't get into trouble for public displays of affection.

Jungkook:

It was the third time that month that you'd lost your glasses and Jungkook stared at you from across the room as you searched for them, screaming into a pillow when you couldn't find them.

"Why don't you get contact lenses? You won't lose those." He suggested and you knew he was right but you didn't want to get into that conversation with him, you stared at the floor at the thought of contact lenses.

"RapMon-Hyung wears them a lot, I can ask where he gets them if you like." But you were still silent as you stared at the floor in front of you,

"Y/n?" You snapped out of the daydream when Jungkook waved his hand in front of your face, you smiled up at him and shook your head,

"It's fine, I'll just order another pair. I just wish I knew where they kept going." You grumbled getting up from the floor and looking for your phone,

"You don't like contacts?" He questioned as you sat on the sofa together looking on your glasses site,

"I used to wear them a lot for- I just used to wear them a lot before and I don't want to." You rushed out and he knew something was wrong at the way you stumbled over your words.

"What's wrong?" He asked placing his hand over yours and you sighed shaking your head at him and trying not to cry,

"My ex...He used to force me into wearing them because he didn't like the way I looked in frames, he did a lot of things like that. He didn't like jeans so I had to wear leggings...He didn't like my hair up because of my ears so I wore it down." It was starting to explain a lot to Jungkook, the reason you always wore your hair up and always wore jeans. Everything made sense,

"Okay, well how about we find a pair of glasses with straps on them so you can't lose them." He chuckled looking through the phone and finding the most awful looking glasses possible,

"I'll make you wear them." You grumbled going to find a nice pair.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 5 years ago

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BTS DRABBLE

Anon Request: Dad!Bangtan, kids are obsessed with BT21 characters

Tags: Dad!Bangtan, BTS, BTS Drabble, Anon request, Anon ask, my asks, my requests, Bangtan, Bangtan Boys, Dad au, Husband au, BT21, kim seokjin x you, min yoongi x you, jung hoseok x you, kim namjoon x you, park jimin x you, kim taehyung x you, jeon jungkook x you

Genre: Fluff

Title: BT21 or Bust

KIM SEOKJIN

“Daddy!” You looked up, pausing in reading the bedtime story, as your daughter yelled out excitedly at the sight of her father walking into the bedroom.

Jin had obviously just gotten back, his black mask still looped over his ears, draped beneath his chin, his clothes rumpled and worn from being on the plane for so long, his suitcase still in his hand. Dropping the bag at his feet, he offered you a tired smile, before crossing the room to your daughter, who was bouncing excitedly on her knees in the bed, hands outstretched toward him.

He kissed the top of her head, and even though his tone was fatigued, he hid it well for his daughter, his voice just as normal, excited to see her as he exclaimed, “There’s my girl. How are you, princess?”

Scooping your daughter into his arms, Jin nuzzled his nose into her neck, making her giggle as she squirmed to get away from the tickles, peppering kisses all over her cheeks and nose and face as she asked in excitement, “Daddy, daddy! You’re back! Did you bring me a present?!”

You rolled your eyes slightly, and he grinned at you over the top of her dark head of hair, as you shook your head slightly at him and returned the gesture. He was putty in her hands. Of course he had brought her a present from his trip.

“Of course I did, princess.” He said, settling her back down onto the bed, and as she scurried to dive back under her covers, he pointed at her, sternly saying, “But cover your eyes. And hold out your hands. No peaking!”

When she had done as he said, giggling slightly behind her fingers that were clenched haphazardly over her eyes, he crossed the room back to his suitcase and pulled out something, holding it behind his back as he came back over to your daughter, breath held in anticipation, as she held out her hands.

“Okay. Ready?” Jin asked, a slight smile crossing his full lips, as your daughter nodded enthusiastically. Reaching out, he placed the present in her hands, and as soon as it touched her fingers, she squealed, opening her eyes.

“Daddy! AN RJ! How did you know he’s my favorite??” Your daughter hugged the large stuffed alpaca to her chest and pressed kisses all over his furry head, as Jin glanced over at you, shooting you a slight grin and wink.

“I don’t know. Just a hunch.” He said, his tone filled with amusement, as he looked at first the RJ bedding covering his daughter’s bed, and then to the posters and knick knacks on every other empty surface of the room, all representing a certain alpaca.

Standing, you stretched, leaning over to give your daughter a kiss on the head as you said warningly, “Now, promise me, no playing with RJ tonight. Just go to sleep and you can play tomorrow, okay?”

Nodding, you followed Jin out of the room, shutting the door softly behind you. Turning to face him, he rubbed a hand across his face, the tiredness coming back across his face as you put your arms around his neck and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, as you said softly, “Hi.”

“Hi.” He smiled down at you, leaning down to kiss you again, a soft sigh escaping his lips at the contact.

“Did you bring me something too?” You asked cheekily, grinning up at him.

“What? Why?” He asked, slightly offended, as he teased you. “You live with the actual human representation of RJ. You have me. Kim Seokjin. The man himself. What else could you possibly need?!”

You laughed, and pulled him toward the bedroom, glad he was finally back home.

MIN YOONGI

Your husband came into the living room, throwing himself down on the couch, slouching into the thick cushions with a long sigh and a groan, as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

You glanced over at him from where you were playing with your toddler daughter on the floor, and smiled to yourself. He was so cute when he was tired. “Long day, baby?”

“Ugh. The longest.” He rolled his head to look at you, cracking his eyes open beneath his damp, newly showered hair, as he frowned slightly, his full lips pulling down, and whined out, “Hoseok had us practicing that new routine nonstop. He’s like a drill sergeant when he gets going. He never stops.”

Leaning forward, you kissed your daughter’s soft forehead, inhaling her scent for a moment, as she looked up at you, a smile so much like her father’s gracing her miniature features. Reaching for the remote, you turned the TV on, changing the channel until you found the cartoons, and pushed yourself up from the floor, crossing the room to sit beside Yoongi’s prostrate form lounging on the couch.

“Sorry, baby.” You sympathized, pushing his wet hair back off his forehead, as his dark eyes flickered over to you. You smiled at him, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead, just like you had done moments before with your daughter.

“Ugh.” He groaned again, and you looked up to see him looking at the cartoon that was playing on the TV, as he said in disgust, “Baby. Why do you let her watch this? Its embarrassing.”

You watched the BT21 characters dance across the screen, complete with jaunty music, and then grinned at him, reaching out to stroke your fingers down the side of his face as you teased, “Ah, come on, baby. It’s cute. And she likes it. Look.”

You both looked over at your daughter, who was dancing along with the characters on the TV screen.

Sighing heavily, Yoongi pushed himself up from the couch and crossed the room to her, sitting down beside her cross legged. You leaned back on the couch, watching as he pulled his daughter into his lap, and as she laughed at her father, he looked down at her, affection clear in his eyes as he pointed at the TV screen and then asked her, “Which one is your favorite, mini? Hmmm? Which character?”

You grinned to yourself, as she looked between her father and the TV screen several times, and although her father looked relatively relaxed waiting for her answer, you knew he was tense, hoping she would pick the character that he had designed.

Finally, your daughter pointed a chubby finger at the TV and yelled out, grinning, her tiny teeth on display, “Cooky!”

The pink rabbit, who was indeed on the screen at that point, made her giggle, and you saw Yoongi glance over his shoulder at you, slight displeasure on his face. You shrugged, and he turned back to the program, guiding his daughter’s finger toward the other character as he said innocently, “Oh, I think you mean Shooky, mini. Don’t you like Shooky?”

You stifled a laugh behind your hand, when your daughter, shaking her head, stood up and pressed a hand against the TV, right over the pink, slightly tough looking bunny, and once again called out, “Cooky!”

Giving up, Yoongi retreated back to the couch and, burying his face in your chest in defeat, his arms going around your waist, grumbled out, “Betrayed by my own kid. Remind me to kill Jungkook next time I see him.”

“Okay.” You laughed out, a hand going up to stroke through his still damp locks, as he cuddled against you further, and your daughter continued to dance happily to the BT21 characters in the background.

JUNG HOSEOK

“Okay.” You sat down next to the twins on the floor, using your husband’s legs as a back rest as you leaned against his shins, reaching for the box next to you as you said, “Wanna see what mommy bought?”

The boys, practically humming with excitement, nodded enthusiastically at you, and you smiled at them fondly, as you made a show of pulling the large box out of the bag, turning it around so they could see what was inside.

“BT21!” One of your sons screamed, grabbing for the box, as the other twin tried to wrestle it from his hands. There was a brief scuffle, and then they figured out how to open it, dumping the group of toys into the floor at their feet in a jumbled pile.

“Whoa, whoa. Take it easy. Don’t break them right out of the box.” You cautioned, holding out a hand to stop the boys from ripping into the figures immediately.

“I’ll admit, those are pretty cool. I hadn’t seen the new stuff.” Hobi leaned forward, his arms going around your neck, as he rested his chin on the top of your head, looking down at the characters on the floor.

“Okay.” You pointed to one of the twins. “You go first. Pick one. And then we can talk about it.”

Your son reached forward, his brother waiting impatiently for his turn, and picked out a figure, holding it up for you and Hobi to see. You felt Hobi grin his customary smile, his lips moving lightly against your hair, and then he asked, “You know this one! Who is it?”

“Koya!” The twin called out excitedly, holding the koala figurine aloft proudly. “He’s a koala. And he’s Uncle Namjoon’s friend!”

“Good.” You clapped your hands, letting your other son pick next.

He held up the smaller figure of Shooky, and looked at the cookie for a moment, biting his lip, his features so much like his father’s, before he said, “This is Shooky. He’s a cookie. And he’s Uncle Yoongi’s cookie.”

“What about this one?” Your other son couldn’t wait for his brother to be finished, holding up the action figure designed by his father, waving it excitedly in the air as he jumped to his feet.

You laughed, reaching up to cover one of Hobi’s hands with your own, as you said, a twinkle in your eye, “Oh. That’s a special one. It’s also mommy’s favorite!”

Hobi squeezed the arms that still lay around your shoulders in a gesture of hidden affection at your words, pressing a kiss to your temple, before he motioned to your son. He handed his father the figurine, and he twirled it around in his fingers, before he gave it back, saying calmly, but excitement bubbling behind his words, “Okay. Who’s that?”

“Mang.” Your son didn’t even hesitate, looking down at the horse figurine held in his small hand. “He’s a horse. And he’s daddy’s friend!”

“That’s right!” You clapped your hands again, laughing as you tilted your head back to look up at Hobi, who was grinning at his son proudly from over your head.

“But.” Your son spoke up again, looking up at the two of your quizzically, as he continued to palm the figure of Mang. “Why is daddy’s character a horse? Is it because Uncle Tae says he looks like one?”

Your mouth dropped open, and you reached up, stifling a laugh behind your hand as you heard Hobi huff in irritation and throw himself back against the couch behind you, as your son obliviously went back to playing with the other figurines on the floor with his brother.

“Baby.” You laughed, trying to control your amusement as you crawled up on the couch next to him, trying to get him to look at you, his arms folded crossly across his chest. “He didn’t mean it.”

“I know, I know.” He grumbled out, finally looking at you, his mouth drawn down in a dramatic frown, that spoke to the fact that he wasn’t actually upset, just being dramatic. “But my own son. Aiii. It’s too much.”

You laughed, now that you realized he wasn’t being serious and wasn’t actually hurt, and leaning forward to kiss him, said seriously, “Well. You know I think you’re hot. And about Taehyung.” You shot him a wicked grin, running a finger across his lips as you did so, lowering your voice slightly so the boys wouldn’t hear. “He doesn’t have sex with you on a daily basis, so his opinion is moot, and mine is law in this situation.”

He laughed his eyes growing bright again, and pulled you down on the couch beside him, kissing your head as he said softly, “You are so right. Thanks for the perspective, baby.”

KIM NAMJOON

You heard a horrified shriek echo down the hallway, and then the sound of your daughters screaming at one another. Sighing heavily, you paused in folding laundry and pushed yourself up from the living room floor, making your way down the long hallway and to their shared bedroom at the end of it.

“Girls!” You yelled out over the din of their shrieking, standing in the doorway, hands on your hips, as you surveyed the fighting sisters. “Stop that this instant!”

“But mom!” Your older daughter yelled, still tugging at the doll held tightly in her younger sister’s unyielding hands. “She’s not allowed to play with the Koya doll! She’s going to ruin it!”

“Will not!” Your younger daughter yelled back at her sister, pulling the doll from her grasp once again, before sticking her tongue out at the other girl.

“That’s enough. I’ve had it with this argument.” You waved your hands at them, stomping into the room, finally out of patience. This fight had been going on all day, and you were done with it. “Give me the doll.”

You held out your hand toward your younger daughter, who with one last glare at her sister, put the BT21 action figure into your outstretched hand. Closing your fingers around the koala, you sighed, and pushed some hair back off your forehead, looking between the two girls sternly as you said seriously, “Now, you can have this back when you can learn to play nicely. Until then, play with the other dolls. And share. Or else those will be taken away too.”

Sighing, the sisters still slightly bristled at each other, the eldest nodded and then huffed out, “Okay, fine, mom.”

You left the room, the Koya doll still held in your hand, and upon reaching the kitchen, sighed once again, before placing the coveted action figure on top of the fridge where neither daughter could reach it.

Pulling out your phone, you listened for a moment, and satisfied that things were back to normal and they were playing happily again, you started to type out a quick text to your husband, who was still at the studio for the day.

“That damn koala of yours started another fight between the girls today. Please bring home another one before I lose my mind. I might actually have to call 119 if this keeps up.”

A rueful grin slipped across your lips at the words, and as you pressed send, you slipped your phone back into your pocket and returned to folding the laundry, the sounds of the now content girls echoing down the hallway.

PARK JIMIN

“Jagi.”

You looked up from the book you were reading, sitting cross legged on the couch, at your husband’s call.

He was sitting on the floor, leaning over the baby, who was cooing and happily kicking on her back, lying on a blanket on the floor, as she waved her chubby fists at her father. He grinned down at her, seeming to have forgotten for a moment that he had called to you, and then glanced over, saying, “How much do you think babies actually understand?”

You shrugged slightly, and then said back nonchalantly, “I dunno, babe. Why?”

“Because with our genes, our daughter’s gotta be smarter than the average baby.” Jimin gushed, reaching out and letting your infant daughter cling to his finger as she babbled up at him. He smirked at you, and you laughed, as he said seriously, “But no. Seriously. Watch this.”

Setting your book aside, you watched as he reached behind him, pulling out one of the stuffed BT21 characters from behind his back, and holding it, dangling, in front of the wide eyes of the baby. She squealed happily and kicked her legs, reaching up for the toy, but he kept it slightly out of her grasp as he looked over at you and said, “Okay. Now watch.”

You nodded, telling him that you were still watching his ridiculous demonstration, your lips pulled back into the hints of a self serving smile, as you watched him cutely reach behind his back again and pull out another stuffy, his own character, Chimmy, this time around.

Jimin held the stuffies up in front of his daughter, her eyes darting back and forth between the characters, and then without hesitation, she reached up and grabbed the Chimmy stuffed animal from her father’s hands, the toy instantly going in her mouth as she began to chew on one of the stuffed dog’s ears.

He turned to you, his mouth forming his expression of surprise and wonder that you loved, his full lips pursed in the shape of an “o” as he pointed at your daughter, happily chewing on her prize, as he exclaimed excitedly, “See? She did it again! She always picks the Chimmy, no matter who else I hold up!”

You grinned at his excitment, offering him a polite smattering of applause as you said in amusement, “Good job, babe. She really is a genius.”

“Of course she is.” Jimin said, leaning back over the baby, as she looked up at him with sparkling eyes, causing him to smile down fondly at her. “She’s ours.”

KIM TAEHYUNG

Hearing giggling coming once again from your daughter, who sat at the kitchen table with her father, supposedly doing homework, you glanced up from your cooking, and asked in a good humored tone, raising an eyebrow at the duo, “I’m hearing an awful lot of giggling over there. Are you actually working on homework?”

“We are, mama!” Your daughter exclaimed, holding up her worksheet for you to see the neat rows of arithmetic scrawled across the page, as Tae shot you a grin from over her head.

“Okay.” You said, still not convinced, as you smiled to yourself, turning back to the stove, warmth in your chest as you listened to your husband try to explain a problem to your young daughter.

“All right. Let’s move on from math for a second, my brain needs a break.” Tae said, as he shuffled through your daughter’s worksheets, looking for something different to work on. “Ah ha!” He exclaimed triumphantly, holding up an art and shapes project. “Let’s do this.”

You glanced over your shoulder, pausing, once again in cooking, to watch them secretly, quietly for a moment. Your daughter’s dark head of hair, bent over the paper, her father next to her, the same look of intense concentration on his features as they read the instructions aloud.

“Read the description of each shape and draw it. That doesn’t seem too bad.” Tae said, as he sat back, and your daughter began to draw something on the paper in front of them.

It was silent for several moments, the scritching of the pencil the only sound in the room, and then you heard your husband ask, “Wait. What’s this?”

You left the stove and came to stand behind them, wiping your hands on your apron, before placing them on Tae’s shoulders and bending over to see what he was looking at.

“It’s a heart.” Your daughter said proudly, pointing to the shape she had drawn on the page.

“Honey, hearts don’t have all these extra things.” You said, slightly confused, as you pointed out the extras she had added around the traditional heart shape.

She looked up at you, clearly offended, and then to her father, before she said in annoyance, “Yes they do, mama. That’s Tata’s hands, and his eyes, and....”

You glanced down at Tae as she continued to point out the characteristics of her father’s character, and you watched as a boxy grin slid across his face the longer he listened, before he said proudly, “That makes sense to me. Tata is a heart.”

“Yes.” Your daughter nodded, sitting back in her chair, happy that someone finally understood. “And they asked me to draw a heart. So I did.”

JEON JUNGKOOK

Coming in through the door of your apartment, you laid your bag down on the kitchen table and kicked out of your tall heels, letting out a long sigh as you released your hair from its bun and unbuttoned the tight suit jacket you had been wearing all day.

Walking down the hallway, you saw light coming from the cracked door of your son’s room, and you smiled softly to yourself as you approached, the sounds of Jungkook’s muted voicing drifting down the hallway to your ears.

“Hey you two.” You said, as you pushed open the door open to the nursery.

“Oh, hey jagi!” Your husband looked up from where he was playing with your son on the floor, the baby lying on his stomach, lifting his head on a wobbly and still unsure neck.

“What’s our son wearing, Kook?” You asked, hiding your smile behind your hand, as you stepped into the room and glanced down at your son, who was dressed head to toe in a pink bunny suit, complete with hood and floppy ears.

“It’s a Cooky costume. Cute, huh?” Kook picked up the baby, standing, the infant held in his arms, careful to support his head, as he offered you his bunny smile, his eyes sparkling.

“It is pretty cute.” You laughed, reaching out to brush your fingers across your son’s tiny hand, before reaching up to push the hood, which had fallen over his eyes, away from his face. “It’s soft too.”

“Right?” Kook agreed proudly, bouncing the baby slightly in his arms, before he said, “He’s gonna be a great boxer someday. Just like his dad and just like Cooky. Just watch, huh little man?”

The baby stared up at his father with large dark eyes, and after several moments, gave him a large, toothless smile as he cooed up at him. “Yeah, that’s right.” Kook thumbed the baby’s chin, and you grinned, as he began to bounce gently around the room on the balls of his feet, his son securely in his arms, as he mimicked the cheer of a crowd, “Cooky, Cooky, Cooky.”

You watched them for another moment, love warm in your chest, and then you said in amusement, “Okay, you two champions. Who wants to spend some time with mommy before bed?”

“We do!” Kook crossed the room to you, pressing a kiss to your lips, before he left the room, bouncing down the hallway, once again cheering quietly to himself, “Cooky, Cooky, Cooky!” as you followed, laughing, behind them.

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yagirleddie · 4 years ago

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the agency (1)

~min yoongi x reader

~summary: what happens when you have to leave the best two years of your life behind and hand the rest of it over to a corporation that turned you into a living weapon ? what happens when years later memories of an unknown life materialize out of nowhere and change everything you thought was real ?

~warnings: idk, give it a read ig

Getting close to the apartment now, you feel the nerves almost twice as much as what it was on the subway from work. The adrenaline has long worn off but the panic and anxiety lingered around your bones as you recalled the phone call from earlier.

“Are you sure there’s no other way? Cant the extraction wait?”

Your voice wavered only slightly before hiding the cough making its way up your throat. The smell of the approaching Doom’s Day seemed to only have an effect on you as unsuspecting civilians littered the pavements alongside you. A couple bumping into you without as much as an acknowledgment or an apology. Figures.

“It has to be today, agent. We agreed that we’d give you two years to live amongst these people in exchange for the rest of your life and your services.”

“I know but what about Yoongi. He’s the love of my life!! I can’t just up and leave, they’ll know something is up.” The frantic beats of your heart showed more in the trembles of your fingers than in your voice and for that you were thankful, however even you knew hiding anything from your boss was impossible.

The deadline of 9pm clouded your thoughts and you dreaded having to meet with your boyfriend of two years and his friends that have quickly become yours, knowing it would be the last time you’ll ever see them again.

Pulling out your keys to the apartment, you take note of the splintered wood of the closed door as it will most likely be the last time standing in front of it. With shaky hands, you manage to open the door and dejectedly walk through, placing your work bag on the floor and your keys in the ceramic bowl under the standard ‘LIVE LOVE LAUGH’ poster that Yoongi bought you as a gag gift for your birthday last year.

“Y/N!!”

A deep voice belonging to none other than Taehyung, Yoongi’s old flatmate before moving in with you. His black hair was curled this evening, boxy smile hidden under the cool grey fabric of his most prized hoodie. The front had the signatures of all his friends on it and the shiny silver print of yours and Yoongi’s handwriting on the back. The print reminding you of your questioning glance of why there was only two and met with the “its reserved for my favourite couples,” as his answer.

“Guess who I found lost in her pretty little head?!!”

A chorus of your name being called and their confessions of missing you brought you out of your head as a hand pushed you further into the open plan living room to stand behind the black couch.

“Fucking finally!”

“You know how long we had to wait for you?!”

“Jin hyung kept complaining about you being late!”

“Did you just call my girlfriend pretty?”

There it is. The voice you’re gonna miss so much. His deep melodic drawl still made butterflies erupt in your stomach, even almost two years after your first meeting. The gleam in his eyes when he looks at you is still evident despite being covered by the jet black strands that fall into his face, matching the all black outfit that consisted of a hoodie and sweats. He looked comfortable and all you wanted to do was snuggle against his chest and fall asleep to the rhythm that was his heart and forget that in 3 or so hours you’d have to leave.

“Hey Yoongs,” you sigh lovingly into his gesture of affection, his lips cold yet so inviting, “how’re the kids doing?”

You lean over the couch to ruffle your hands through the half-red-half-blonde hair of the youngest of Yoongi’s friends and stupidly laugh through a greeting with him. Jungkook’s doe eyes closing slightly due to his bunny teeth taking up the bottom half of his face and the dimples in his visible cheek. He shared that with his older brother, the grey haired man that sat across from Taehyung with his legs folded under him. Another person you’ll miss.

Yoongi pulls you into another embrace and patiently waits for you to wrap your arms around him. He’s a good head taller than you making your position comfortable enough to rest his chin on your head. He mumbles into your neck about Jin- the oldest and resident mother of the group- needing your opinion on the food he’s made and whether or not you’d fight his case when he’s put on trial for murdering Jimin and Hobi for being absolutely useless in the kitchen.

A breathy laugh escapes you before diving in for another soft kiss from Yoongi and whispering an ‘I love you’ in his ear. You lock eyes and you pray that he doesn’t see the sad and regretful yearning that possibly shows on your face before walking towards the kitchen with a sigh.

The kitchen is bustling with the movement of Seokjin putting together a salad while playfully berating his dongsaengs for picking the toppings off the freshly decorated cake sitting on the island’s marble countertop, courtesy of the rich bastards leaning on it. A “pre-wedding gift” they called it. If only you’d ever reach that point in your relationship.

The shorter of the two-Jimin-bounds over to you with open arms and a charming eye smile that made it hard not to smile back. His gentle laughter forced its way through your ears as his chin hit your shoulder and you wonder what you did in your past life to deserve feeling such heavy guilt in your stomach for what you’d inevitably have to do later. Surely you kicked a puppy or some shit because fuck if leaving them wasn’t going to be the most painful thing you’ve ever done.

Jimin’s short arms are replaced with the strong ones of your boyfriend, immediately recognizing it was him due to the mint and sandalwood essence of the scent that was Yoongi. His arms shook with the force of his usually silent laugh brought out of him by the shenanigans of the elder and the two men still eating away at the almost naked cake.

Hobi, the red head, and resident sunshine of the group only briefly greeted you before apologising to Jin for the cake and offering to redecorate it. His smile never leaving his face which only added to the fun atmosphere of the simplistic design of the black and white kitchen. Looking around one last time, Yoongi again notices that same forlorn look in your eye from earlier and hesitates to question it before you excuse yourself from the kitchen to “wash up and get comfortable".

Yoongi turns to Jin after watching you retreat to your shared bedroom, and asks if he thinks you’re acting weird, to which he only responds with a distracted “huh” before moving to the apartment’s very spacious balcony to neatly set out the dishes that he slaved over for majority of the afternoon

Namjoon watches Yoongi take a seat next to him with a pensive look on his face and index finger pawing away at the skin on his pink lips. Jungkook mouths to Taehyung that, as quiet as Yoongi hyung is, he’s uncharacteristically more so than usual. Yoongi sighs audibly and slouches down so far on the couch that his cleanly shaved chin rests on his chest, bringing his left hand to push his hair off his forehead.

Taehyung senses the anxious atmosphere and pulls an irritated Jungkook (for not being able to “kill the son of a bitch who got his Widowmaker killed") to where Jin, Jimin and Hobi were occupying seats nearest to the edge of the balcony.

Taehyung turns back and sees Namjoon pat, the now upright, Yoongi's shoulder and moves around the couch to get to him. Namjoon takes in the questioning glance of the dark haired younger and hesitates before explaining that Yoongi thinks Y/N is acting weird.

Before Namjoon could say anything further he's interrupted by the call of your name and a plea from Jungkook to sit next to him.

“Noona!” Jungkook pouts while requesting that you sit next to him and not Jimin which made you smile before throwing an apologetic look towards the glaring blonde. Minutes later Yoongi takes a seat next to you and brings your hand out from under your bum to hold it in his. Your sweater paws no more as the matching black hoodie pools around the wrists that were covered with light scars that only Yoongi knew existed. He smiles in your direction which immediately lightens the weight in your chest, causing you to climb into his lap. His arms snake around your slim waist, never once letting go from your hand and brings his lips to your neck.

“I missed you, baby.” Yoongi whispers into the air between you and it takes all the self restraint in your body to not burst into tears because of the situation you found yourself in.

“You saw me this morning.” You laugh and Yoongi thinks the sound alone can cure cancer, with the way your eyes seemingly disappear into your head and occasionally hitch in frequency when you struggle to draw in a breath.

Suddenly with the way he’s looking at the endearing tint on your cheeks, he doesn’t notice when his hyung stands up to make a toast, only brought back to the present when he feels you tense in his arms when you look at the time on your phone. 7:58pm.

Looking at your phone to check the time only served as a heinous reminder of the fact that in an hour your little family will be no more. The look in your eye returns and before Yoongi could comment on it, Namjoon is urging him to stand and make a speech. He stares back dumbfounded before realizing that he’s been spaced out long enough to miss both Jin and the younger male to finish talking. Which must have been long because those two had a thing for the dramatics. Tapping your waist, you move to take back your seat next to Jungkook with your body facing Yoongi as he speaks.

“We all know today is the two year mark of Y/N officially being welcomed into our family…”

Your boyfriend continues to drawl through his speech but you’re lost on the fact that it really has been two years since you met them. Back when the city was still new to you and your anticipation of civilian life was exciting. So exciting that even while finalizing the two year deal with your agency, you overlooked many of the EXTRACTION details in favour of dreaming about falling in love and starting fresh. However you didn’t take into account that leaving this life behind will hurt like hell.

“I’m excited for what the future has in store for us Jagiya but for now the only future I want to think about is our two year anniversary next week.”

The boys don’t notice your sudden quietness throughout the dinner and even if they did, they don’t comment on it. They collectively chalk it up to post work exhaustion which pulled a smile from you at their business-like discussion on your apparent exhaustion.

Namjoon and Seokjin call your name from across the table to decide their win on their discussion when a series of ear shattering explosions cut the joyful dining experience in half. In a curious and frightened panic, the boys look around and freeze at the sight of flickers of light in the near distance.

Taking their frozen stances as an opportunity you check your phone. 9:00 pm. Your hands shake and you will yourself to slip away from the 6 distracted men and unsuspecting boyfriend. Looking back you see both Jin and Yoongi ask Jungkook if he’s alright, along with the fake maknaes and getting scared “I’m fine hyungs" as a response.

Turning your back on them you don’t see Yoongi blindly reach out behind him to check if you’re alright and you don’t see him turn around in confusion.

Your throat burns with the effort it takes not to cry or call out to your friends and boyfriend and instead sucking in a breath, harshly swallowing the pains of heartbreak threatening to make your knees buckle. You dash to the front door to uncover your belongings and in a quick fashion pull out the 7 letters you wrote for your boys.

Whispering a quick sorry to no one in particular you push your way out the threshold of what once was your home, eyes filled to the brim with the painful tears of the situation. In your haste to leave you don’t notice the confused and betrayed pair of eyes standing with his back to your large Black TV, silently watching you through the mirror hanging off to the side at an angle that caught your hurried exit.

Voices fill the air with concern and panic as the boys on the balcony realise the absence of the second oldest's girlfriend. Jungkook wipes his face with the back of his hand and Jimin pulls out his phone to call you. Taehyung is off somewhere searching the house for you and Yoongi is frustratedly carding his hands through the roots of his hair.

Silence ensues as the ringing of a phone sends everyone into search mode. Jimin finds it first and the boys watch your screen light up with a picture of you and Yoongi from 6 months ago. Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook are playing soccer in the background while slightly to the left sits a bored Namjoon with his hands under his head and a sleeping Seokjin on his stomach. Hobi sits behind Namjoon, eating what’s left of the pineapple that you packed for that day.

Yoongi remembers that day well, especially because it was supposed to be a romantic date with just you two but ended up being a family picnic with you and the boys.

What scared him most was the loud and obnoxiously red notification that ripped through the air with its arrival, sending the once worried group of 7 into panic stricken fear and confusion.

9:11 [EXTRACTION COMPLETE]

#fics #bts fanfic #bts #kim seokjin #min yoonji #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungguk #bts aus

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hollyhomburg · 6 years ago

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BTS on Their Honeymoon

A/n: The honeymoon is where the sex happens right?

W/C: 3.1k

Tags: Pregnancy kink, non-explicit sex, smut, mentions of unplanned pregnancy

Seokjin

Takes you to a private island for your honeymoon.

Imagine Seokjin in a rolled up button down shirt with the first few buttons popped and a pair of sunglasses.

Seokjin spares no expense - renting out this upscale bungalow, a fully stocked fridge with booze, that has it’s own boat in case you want to go back into town.

You walk into a bed covered with rose petals and a bottle of champagne waiting for the two of you, Seokjin kisses every inch of you and makes you serenade the crashing waves with choked moans of his name all night.

You spend the first day walking along the beaches wading in and out of the crystal blue waters.

You both go scuba diving to see the reefs and the colorful fish and end up getting a picture taken underwater with a sea turtle that becomes your favorite photo taken on the trip.

At night Seokjin takes you out to sit and watch the cruise ships coming into shore and even drags you into the water.

you leave your clothes in the sand, and press your bodies together, skin to skin in the warm tropical water, making love in the warm water with your legs slung around his waist.

During the daytime, it’s your turn to push him down into the sand- on the secluded beach with no one around.

you shuck off his beach bottoms, and sit astride him with your hands on his shoulders, he runs his hands up and down your back, unable to feel enough of your body.

you slowly ride him- most of the time he’d mind the speed but not now, not when he can look into your eyes and see the love in them.

saltwater rolling off your hot bodies to pool in the sand as you make him groan and close his eyes in bliss, making him mutter your name like a prayer.

Seokjin literally can't get enough of your body for the entirety of the honeymoon, by the end of the 5th day spent rolling around in the sheets, you even say, “I don’t know how you still have the cum for this,”

And Jin just laughs and kisses your shoulder, “I always have more for you.” and it’s gross and a little cringey- but in the end that’s your husband.

He does relent, taking you to pet some of the dolphins and manta rays and even to a large island for a dinner of crab and lobster.

“Anything my wife desires,” he tells the waiter.

Yoongi

The two of you spend a full 2 weeks in a secluded cottage in the mountains.

It’s a cute cozy place full of duvets, fur rugs, and automatic fireplaces that throw heat like no body’s job and keep off the winter chill.

The two of you spend the first few days hold up in each other’s arms, enjoying the quiet away from the city.

You don’t need anyone else in your little warm bubble on the side of the mountain; you guys don’t turn on your phones or computers- you just drink each other in.

But your relationship with Yoongi had always been 50% unconditional all-consuming love and 50% endless passion.

So For Yoongi, the honeymoon would 100% be about making love to you as many times as he could and in many varied and kinky ways that would make you so vocal he feared you would trigger an avalanche

Yoongi makes love to you in front of the fireplace on the soft fur rug, the kisses he presses to your lips and to your skin burning like he was lighting a flame in you from the inside out.

Thrusting into you as such a speed that you surely have bruises after. Growling lowly as he came that you where his- you’d be his forever.

Ties each of your limbs to the corners of the four poster bed, and makes you cum so hard that you can barely walk the next day- not that he minds- he just ends up carrying you everywhere. Even to the hot tub out back which does a good job of relaxing your muscles

he cants stop drinking in the way the jets of water are coaxing moans out of you, your lips parted as your cheeks pink up from the cold outside in contrast to the warm water

Which of course results in him pulling you into his lap to make you moan for him, you hadn’t even bothered to bring a bathing suit so he took advantage of the fact that you were already nude.

He fucks you Up against the cold window in the middle of the night so that anyone out in the woods would be able to see your naked forms.

Before you go back- Yoongi treats you to a couples spa day in the city you fly out of.

Pampering the fuck out of you with a full body massage, facial, full body aloe Vera treatment, a fresh manicure and pedicure, and a deep conditioning treatment for your hair.

You make him get the facial with you and he relents after you catch him falling asleep after the steam that yeah it wasn’t so bad- and he’ll probably end up getting them more often with you when you go back to Korea.

And you’re fucking glad that he warns the female masseuse that you have a lot of… ugh, love marks in unfortunate places.

Your honeymoon ends up being just what you need and you return to your lives sated…. for now.

Though being married to Yoongi, you know it’s only a matter of time.

Hoseok

You decide to have a little more of an adventurous honeymoon- you don’t have a set return date in mind when you set out on you a road trip across the continental us and parts of Canada.

With a start in Portland where you get to see some of your favorite artists play together at a festival.

You hop from city to city exploring urban exhibits, museums, and staying in a new hotel every night (which might be good, seeing as you too tend to make the beds very messy)

You get to hug the massive trees in the redwood forest and see the coast of California.

Hoseok and you drive into the middle of the desert, and he makes love to you under the Milky Way galaxy with only the stars as your witness among the cactuses.

He touches your face and marvels at how lucky he got that you became his.

borrows Jungkooks camera and takes a ton of pictures

You go to the Grand Canyon and go spelunking in the caves of the Colorado River, marveling over the stalactites and stalagmites. And laughing when a bat startles Hobi.

You guys go dinosaur bone hunting before you head down to New Orleans and dance the night away in a real New Orleans jazz club, and Hoseok tells you he could stay in New Orleans forever just for the music if it wasn’t so humid and smelly.

You whale watch in the Gulf of Mexico while you take a luxury ferry boat down to Miami and then a car to Disney world

You almost die of laughter when Hoseok rides the tower of terror. The two of you take dorky photos wearing Mickey ears and wear buttons that say- just married.

The two of you watch the fireworks in magic kingdom and he presses his lips to yours and tells you that every wish he’s ever made was for you. And it’s cheesy but it still makes you cry and you know you’ll remember it forever.

There are marvelous misadventures as well such as the condom breaking when you’re 3 days into your first backpacking trip- way too many days away from the morning after pill.

And you’re realizing that they’res no use for you to hike out and try to take it while you're witnessing the sunrise over the mountains that color the field of wildflowers light yellow when Hoseok takes your hand and presses the back of it to his mouth and says,

“Even if the worst happens I know well both meet it together.” Because really- even though you got married young, Hoseok is 100% devoted to you and wouldn’t mind having kids with you now. Though it would be nice to wait a few years at least.

So when you take the test the day before you fly back to Korea, and find that yes- you defiantly made a baby with Jung Hoseok, he can’t find it in himself to be anything other than incandescently happy.

Namjoon

The two of you spend three weeks in Italy, spending the first week in Venice where he rents out an entire canal side apartment with a rooftop garden and stargazing sight and back patio.

Your honeymoon is slow and leisurely, time spent lingering over meals and in bed in the mornings.

He takes you on a gondola ride the first day.

You do all of the touristy things- visit museums together, walk the streets in the afternoons when the light is all golden and the streets are hazy

You attempt to try every flavor of gelato and quickly get preoccupied with the different types of chocolate, which Namjoon thinks is adorable.

You both could spend a lifetime wandering the city streets arm and arm and never get bored, finding the back alley hole in the wall places that have the best food.

He takes you to a different famous restaurant each evening and to a wine and painting class underneath the hot Mediterranean sun,

And at night Namjoon will lean in close to you and asks you how misses Kim is enjoying her honeymoon, her food, or her wine,

and sometimes you’ll coyly look away, and he’ll kiss you his lips tasting like gelato or pinot noir as he asks “how about now?” and then another kiss “now?”

And he’ll drag you home to make love to you with you bent over the railing of the rooftop garden,

“You gotta be quiet honey- you don’t want anyone to hear us up here do you?”

The next week you spend in Rome where the two of you go to see the Vatican- and almost get kicked out for being too handsy,

You get a private wine tour and the hosts let you loose in the wine fields, you guys are a little tipsy and a little too enamored by the smell of the white grapes and fertile Italian dust,

So you hardly protest when Namjoon hoists you up- and in a show of strength that he’s proud of slings your legs over his shoulders with your back pressed against an olive tree, and eats you out like you’re a damn full course meal,

By the time you wander back, your legs are jelly and he won't wipe the smirk off his face. “Did your wife get sunstroke, Mr. Kim?” the hostess asks, inquiring after your dazed expression

“Maybe- we better turn in, don’t worry, I’ll take care of Mrs. Kim”

And take care of you he did.

Your honeymoon was more a relaxing adventure than anything else and you come back to your lives, ready to start on projects that you’d both abandoned before.

Jimin

Jimin really wants to be a literal fairy tale prince for you- so the two of you spend nearly a month in France, even renting an actual chateau for part of it- though you do tour a fair few as well.

You guys take a tour of champagne France, and Jimin gets progressively more and more complementary the more he drinks the bubbly liquor mixed with peaches or lemon.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you where an actual princess- we should check your family tree.”

“This prime rib tastes good but I’d rather eat something else if you know what I mean.”

“is it just me or am I the luckiest man in the world?”

And the two of you get so wasted that the owner has to drive you home giggly.

But once you’re back in the castle, the walls of yellow wood and gold leaf are warm and inviting. Jimin hugs you from behind, hooking his hands into the tops of your jeans by his thumbs and kissing your cheek, his lips sliding down the side of your face to suck on your neck.

“Will let you make you mine in every way Jagi? Now that we’re married?”

Needless to say, you guys defiled every single inch of the chateau, you had sex in what used to be a dukes bedroom, on the wide dining room even against what you found out was a very very old painting.

Even when he takes you to Paris he continues to act possessive of you- kissing you on the neck in public- something he’d never done before, pinching your ass in your short skirt.

He even drags you into a back alley at one point in time, you’ve always loved how adventurous he was with your sex life, and married life has not changed that one bit- if anything it’s only made it hotter.

He takes you shopping in Paris’s garment district loving the fancy French lingerie so much that he nearly buys have the store.

He takes treating you as a princess really seriously, by making sure room service is ready when you wake up, and Makes sure every hotel puts roses on each bed.

you put a love lock on the love bridge togeather.

You go to the top of the Eiffel tower and see Paris at night time, walking through the streets all giggly and drunk after dinner,

He takes you to the Paris opera house and even takes you on a special behind the scenes tour.

Your honeymoon was just about spending time together- about you having him all to yourself, and as your prince and husband; Jimin was delighted to oblige you

Taehyung

The two of you decide to take a mini trip around California for two weeks, going to see the redwood forest but also content to spend most of your time in San Francisco and la.

After a day of traveling after your wedding you and Taehyung hole up in this nice but generic hotel when you’ve got week long reservations at a Sonoma vineyard.

And Tae pulls you close to him while he sits on the edge of the bed, intent on just holding you while he falls asleep- tired from a day of traveling- but he’s woken from dozing when you softly whisper that you have a little surprise for him.

“I talked to the doctor a few weeks ago… she took me off my birth control…”

And he sort of looks up at you with this dumbfounded look, suddenly more awake then he’s been and years, and you’re trying to conceal your small but shining smile.

Tae’s been bugging you about kids since forever, but you’d always said you weren’t ready. He touches your face softly and reverently, you can see that you’ve almost reduced him to tears.

Fingers skim across your stomach as he looks up at you with eyes full of wonder and says with his famous boxy smile “let's make a baby.”

Taehyung makes love to you and fucks you every single way over the course of your honeymoon.

Groaning like a porn star every single time he cums inside of you. You even laugh and tease him over his new kink because you swear he’s never cum that hard before.

“I didn’t even know I liked it to be honest!” he says, blushing harder than he has in years. But your teasing is all in good fun. Teahyung shows you that Making a baby can be very very kinky and very very fun.

“Beg for it, Darling,”

You spend a few nights in a little Sonoma vineyard trying all the best wines. And spending half the day in and out of bed- Taehyung hasn’t become any less insatiable.

He doesn’t stop even after you remind him that it will probably take your body a little while to adjust to the absence of hormones.

In the end, he try’s so hard to get you pregnant that he forgets about having fun on the honeymoon all together, though in his mind it was still an amazing time.

at night he brushes his hands over your (still flat) stomach pouting and saying, “I just want to start a family with you already”

Jungkook

Your Engagement might have been a little bit rushed, seeing as Jeon Jungkook had accidentally knocked you up the one time you didn’t use a condom.

But he knows that he could never love anyone else the way he loves you, you and your little baby bump.

He spends your entire plane flight talking about how cute your bump looked in your dress, you’re only 4 months along- really just starting to show in any significant way.

Jungkook had popped the question to you the second you’d told him.

Sure you were young, but he knows that he wants this with you. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

The first few days of your honeymoon are unexpectedly chaste, the two of you decide to go to Japan together, mostly because of how close it is (Jungkook didn’t want to put you under the stress of a long flight)

You guys have managed to time it perfectly to see the rolling hills of flowers that sit below mount Fuji

You spend the days with him, walking among the flower paths, taking the sky tram to the base on the mountain, and visiting some of the temples.

But a few days in- you can sense he’s getting restless,

His hands linger on you when you go to the local hot springs, his hands grabbing at every inch of you under the hot water, but he never makes the moves you want him too.

His hand hovers on your knee while you’re out at dinner trailing close enough to the middle of your thigh that it makes you squirm.

You eventually ask him what’s wrong and he backs you slowly up against the door of your hotel room, his forehead rested against yours as he presses a hungry kiss against you, his stomach brushing your pump as your back hits the door softly.

“I want to make love to you for the first time as your husband, do you think its ok? You know for the baby?” his eyes flicker down to your stomach, he looks so unsure

“Of course! I’m surprised you didn’t ask sooner- I thought that- that you didn’t…like me like this.” Your insecurities feel silly now that you say them out loud to him, his eyes go wide as he almost jumps to say “God no honey you’re absolutely gorgeous- I’d say even more now!”

His hands brush over your swollen breasts as he lies you down on the hotel bed,

“you’re so beautiful like this, of course, I want to-“ he breaks off in a groan. Nipping at the skin exposed by the deep v of your dress “I’m so lucky.” He pants out.

Let's just say your daughter, who was born 5 months later- was the first of many children you had.

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lilcutieana · 6 years ago

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SAFE HAVEN 5 ( Hybrid Baby Bangtan/ ot7 )

Words: 4.3K Genre: Hybrid! BTS AU Rating: PG-13 Summary: Birthdays and Celebrations. The september babies deserve the world <3

Safe Haven ~ || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

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I’d spent most of life in silence. Neither pleasant nor comfortable. I used to be pretty sure they never existed until a few months back when I decided to adopt the seven hybrid kids who’d changed my life for the better. I used to think the world was a dark place and I just had to survive somehow until the inevitable happened— my death. Yes, I used to be pretty morbid and cynical. Sue me.

But now? I tried my best not to be. Because I knew how tiring it was to be and how it affected my life negatively. I’d lost contact with my parents, and honestly? I didn’t bother contacting them. Were they worth it? Yes. They were. But I wasn’t. Not until I got my shit together—somewhat.

Silence used to choke me up at night, or day, or during storms—when the silence became too loud to bear. It terrified me, but also comforted me at times. I liked being alone, I liked to not be bothered with. It gave me a sense of freedom.

But now? With a house full of kids?

Silence meant something was horribly suspicious or horribly wrong. The house was always lively, someone or the other talking, playing, reading or just even the sound of their tails whipping against something. But complete silence? Meant they had got into some kind of trouble.

Closing my eyes, I counted to ten, trying not to react in a bad way if something did happen. I’d had enough to deal with all day, anyway. From getting the felines vaccinated to dealing with a whole new wardrobe for Jungkook—the boy was growing too fast out of his own clothes—which was a good thing, but not so good for my bank balance and then I had to face the music when the legal agents called explaining how—I, wasn’t an appropriate guardian—me.

So what?

I was trying my best to be here. Sure, the kids couldn’t have the appropriate environment to live—the ideal utopia—but was it ever possible except maybe in theories? Every household has problems, and, I was quite sure—the alternative wouldn’t be as fun for them either.

Wish I could say all that to their face when they called, but unfortunately, all I could do was mutter—I’m sorry, I’ll try to do better—and hung up. And right now—I was seething inside, trying not to throw things against the wall.

I was hurt.

How could someone just assume my home isn’t a place to have kids when I try my best to stay with them, accommodate to their needs and teach them how to stay together and solve things together instead of making differences and learning prejudices? They chose me. I never forced them. Then why?

I was confused.

And I didn’t like feeling this way. The way my throat clogged up every time I tried to find ways to explain how I was the best choice. But was I really? To seven children? I didn’t even earn enough. School, college, medicine, grooming—raising one child takes a toll on people, and I had taken up seven. All on my own—without any help.

I wasn’t regretting anything. I knew we could make everything work out. But, wouldn’t that be unfair to them? The more I thought about it—the more rational they sounded. And I hated it. I hated feeling this way.

I was startled out of my cleaning spree when a pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders as I was sitting on the floor. Everything I’d been trying to hold back, rushed in all at once. The anger, the hurt, the frustration, and the helplessness. Choking back a sob, I turned around and held onto his shirt and he held me tighter.

I could tell just from his height and scent, he was Jin. The eldest and the most sensitive of all. He must have sensed my distress and came to check up on me. I failed even in trying not to show that I was weak and incapable. I truly am not worth enough.

Clutching on tighter to him, I tried so hard not to cry out loud, but the tears just wouldn’t stop flowing. I let my tears be soaked onto his shirt, and -- bless his soul, he never once complained-- all the while holding onto me and patting my back –albeit awkwardly.

“Y/N, we love you. You know that right?” He whispered by my ear and I laughed out loud. Never had I imagined him to say those words first thing while trying to comfort me.

Not his usual— ‘don’t cry’, ‘don’t be sad’. No.

Instead, he chose to tell me he loved me. Remind me again why we were together.

And of course, not because it was the one thing I needed to hear, no. I was right to assume something must have happened, and this was his way to apologize. I wonder how he became the scapegoat this time. Not much to wonder, he was bad at the rock, paper, scissors. The young ones knew just how to get their eldest to lose.

And yet, while I knew why he said that, my heart did a little dance inside. That’s right. Why was doubting myself in the first place? We loved each other. We cared for each other. We’d rather be miserable together than to prosper alone.

Wiping my eyes, I sniffed. “I love you too. So much.” Kissing his crown, I smiled when he cringed and scrunched up his nose. His tail spiked and ears pulled back. He never liked being treated like a kid. Though, along with Jimin, he most certainly loved being praised.

“Um… you see.” He started, scratching his neck, “We found your albums, and Jimin now wants one for all of us. To make new memories.”

“That’s a good idea! We have been taking so many pictures, I’ll print them out soon.” I smiled back at him. It really was a good idea to have some printed. Maybe I’ll decorate the living room with a huge poster of all of us together too.

“That’s not everything.” Jin frowned, biting his lips and swaying on the balls of his feet. “We tried looking for more albums, and Hobi found our medical reports.”

“Oh? What about them?” I asked tentatively. This wasn’t going to be good, was it? He screwed his eyes shut and opened them again, this time with a smile.

“All of them said--we were growing healthy. Thank you.” Heaving a sigh, I picked up the duster from the floor and got up on my feet again. Wobbling a bit, I held onto his shoulders to stand straight, my legs dead from sitting on them too long.

“Just that?” I asked then, suspicious. He wouldn’t have looked so nervous earlier just to mention a good news. Shaking his head, shoulders slumped in defeat, he looked back up at me with doe eyes.

“Jungkook and Namjoon’s birthdays are close. We were hoping to do something special. But you’re sad and angry and I don’t want you to feel bad for forgetting.”

Oh. It had really slipped my mind.

“Actually, you’re amazing, Jin!” I ruffled his hair and he averted his eyes, his human ears flushing a bright pink. “It’s Jungkook’s birthday tomorrow and Namjoon’s should be two weeks later.” Musing aloud, I leaned against the couch. “Do they know?”

Jin nodded, biting his lips. “Do I get a cake then? A strawberry one?” Jungkook whisper shouted from the door and immediately got shushed by the others. Jin sighed with his eyes closed, slapping his forehead.

“I forgot they followed me,” He looked up at me, his eyes wide-set and watery.

Oh.

They all saw me break down a few minutes before. I just hope they didn’t think they were the reason behind it. It was just me being weak. “It’s okay. We don’t keep secrets.”

“Yes, Jungkook!” I spoke a little louder, looking at their shadows hunched behind the door, “We will bake cakes and go for camping.”

And the silence was gone.

The whole house erupted in loud cheers, lively and happy once again. My heart was at ease, for now.

“Noona! Guess what?” Yoongi came bounding towards me, his ears perked up and eyes glowing. He must have found something really cute. Being very observant and quiet, he almost never spoke louder than any of us, and for him to scream like this, only meant two things— either he found something cute or something he wants to do.

“You found a cute squirrel by the window?” I asked, with both my hands balled under my chin, while I sat beside Jin. The other boys following close behind.

Shaking his head, he walked towards me and I looked at him confused. Usually, he never cuddled me unless it was bedtime. Guess it was too exciting to share from far away. Holding your wrists in his tiny hands, he gently removes them from under my chin and places them beside my lap, his very next target being my knees as they’re pulled apart making space for him on my lap.

Plopping down, he gets up again as he sat on his tail and maneuvers it around me, wrapping it halfway around my waist, he hums in approval. Leaning back, he smiles at me mischievously—two of his lower canines missing—he is the epitome of adorable. But I won’t admit to that—because then it will become a competition.

“I was napping before they woke me.” Glaring at Hoseok, he turned back to me, again with a bright smile. Weird. Yoongi loved his sleep. If any of them woke him—he shouldn’t be happy. Instead—he’d be grumpy and pouty.

“You want to sleep some more?” I asked tentatively, hoping it doesn’t offend him.

“No, Y/N. I had a beautiful dream! I was a rapper, you know?” He asked, shaking my forearm.

“Really? Was I there?”

“Yes! And everyone was there! Jin hyung sang so beautifully too. We all sang and danced and performed in this…” Opening his hands as far as they could reach, he looked at everyone in the eye, “Huge stadium, the crowds were screaming our names and dancing, and noona was on stage too. Cheering us from behind. And it was so… beautiful.” He finished, his eyes on the ceiling as if he was still reeling from the performance and the crowd.

I would be too. If I had a dream like that. Where I’m doing what I love. He liked singing, he liked the piano, and he also liked rapping along to artists on TV. I didn’t know he dreamt of performing live. If that was what he wanted… then that was what I’ll try to make happen.

“Really? What did I do?” Namjoon asked intrigued. “I’m good at memorizing. Must be related.”

“I think you were our team leader. You rapped so well…” Yoongi’s ears perked over his head just thinking about it. I was proud of them, all of them. Even if they didn’t know what they wanted to be—they weren’t afraid to try out new things.

“Me? Rap?” Namjoon asked confused, his head tilted sideways. “I do write poems though…” Just as he spoke aloud, his eyes widened and his ears went flat on top of his head. Immediately he covered his lips with both hands and looked at everyone looking back at him equally shocked. Well, he was always reading and writing things. It was fairly possible for him to actually write some creative things.

“That’s wonderful! Let me know if you need me to help with something.” I told him confidently, scratching along Yoongi’s ears. They were just so soft, and silky.

“So…. Anything else you remember from the dream?” I asked Yoongi, only to see him sound asleep once again on my lap—purring softly. Smiling to myself, I leaned back a bit, my back supported by the living room couch, making it more comfortable for him to sleep, resting his head on my chest. I had noticed, the boys liked to either listen to my heartbeat or sniff around my neck and wrists. It made them feel secure and happy. And, who was I to stop them, it made me double as happy knowing I was a source of comfort for them.

“About the birthdays— “I started, looking at everyone.” Come closer, I don’t want to speak too loud.” Patting the space beside me, I waited for them to form a circle around me.

“Did you have any plans besides the cake?” I whispered, knowing all too well they could hear me loud and clear. Yoongi’s ears twitched under my chin and I immediately pulled my face away from him.

“Games!” Jungkook and Taehyung said at the same time, “Jinx!” Taehyung said next, making Jungkook scrunch his nose in confusion as the tiger pinched his shoulder right after.

“Racing games” Hoseok whisper-shouted, his eyes large and excited. “I saw people play outside this shop. It goes vroom, vroom…” He started making engine noises with his lips and I busted out laughing. He was just too adorable.

Yoongi jumped in my arms groaning. “What happened, again?” His voice somehow sounded deeper, and scratchy, his pupils blown wide and eyes swollen.

“I’m sorry, Seokie, TaeTae, Gukkie want to go to the arcade. Go sleep, I’ll wake you later for dinner, okay?” Nodding, he stood up, rubbing his left eye with his tiny fist. Bending down, he kissed my nose and with a little smile on his lips, walked to the stairs—leaving us all shocked.

“Well, seems hyung is growing up.” Jin mused from beside me, and I glared right back at him.

“He’s just happy today.” Biting my lips, I looked back at Jungkook, “Probably.”

“I want to go arcade too!” Jimin exclaimed, looking at Namjoon for confirmation.

“Sure” Both Joon and Jin replied, chuckling.

“What about you, Joonie? Your birthday is on Wednesday.” I asked, mentally counting the days. It was….right?

“I don’t like sour things or seafood.” He scrunched his nose up, his tail thumping behind him like a drum. “I want to go back to the woods. Roam around, feel the fresh air—I miss living in nature.” He lamented looking at his fingers on his lap.

He then realized where he was speaking, and looked up suddenly, his mouth half open, tail completely still, “I don’t mean we…”

“It’s okay Joonie, I need you all, to be honest with me, and each-other” I cut him off, smiling warmly and he nodded, his tail regaining its regular thumping—just faster. “So, how do you all feel about camping out in the woods? There should be a meteor shower around then too.”

“Oh my God!” Namjoon exclaimed and stood up, holding onto his head with his jaw unhinged and eyes bulging out. “Really? Can we? Is it okay?”

As I nodded back, he screamed and ran towards me, tackling me onto the ground. “Y/N I don’t…” chocking up, he buried his face into my neck, breathing in and sniffled. “How can I ever repay you?”

Brushing his hair, I patted his head as he kept clinging onto me. “It’s okay, as long as you’re all happy, you’ve repaid me a thousand times over than what I can ever do for you.”

“Metor showah?” Jungkook asked right after, making everyone laugh at his innocence,“Do we wash the car?” making everyone laugh at his innocence.

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Standing right outside the mart, hands full of bags of different sizes and shapes, I stared at the list we all compiled in a hurry. A total hundred and fifty items—that wasn’t the goal, but it just turned out that way.

Jungkook had wanted to invite his tutor and so did Namjoon. Somehow, they’d bonded over the summer and with school starting soon—they’d wanted to spend their first birthday with the people the really admired. Along with a few kids they’d made friends with while living by themselves.

I’d invited a few of them—hoping they’d all get along in the little birthday party I’d set up.

“Noona, we forgot candles!” The tiger screeches, mentally counting important things. And, I realized, indeed—we had forgotten the little candles. All eleven of them—four for Jungkook and seven for Namjoon. How could I forget the most basic of things?

“Wait here. All of you. I’ll go get them real quick” Dropping the bags on the ground, I picked my handbag out of the mess and sprinted across the parking lot back into the mart entrance.

All packed, and buckled, I started driving back home. “Boys, do you think we forgot something?” I asked again—there was this nagging feeling in my heart that something was missing. Well, we can do without a few things in life. Not everything had to be perfect. Some things—were better heartfelt.

“Nope!” Yoongi exclaimed from the back, counting the white cars on the road.

“Aren’t we getting them presents?” Jin asked, his head resting on his palm supported at the window. And there it was—the thing I’d overlooked.

“We’d win them at the arcade tomorrow. How about it?” I asked, without looking back at them. Even though the traffic was the bare minimum, I didn’t want to take the risk.

“Sure. I’m good at winning.” Hoseok declared, his voice sounding proud and happy.

“About the cake. I think we have a lot of cake mix. Should we make more than one—since we have guests now too.”

“Yeah!” They all chorused together in perfect sync. When it came to food and games—the boys always had full energy. But when it came to cleaning—they looked at everyone else for help.

“Okay. How about I bake seven cupcakes and a big cake. And decorate the cake for cutting it in the evening and we all decorate a cupcake each? That could also be our little present to the boys. And handmade greeting cards?” I asked, the ideas streaming into my mind one after another.

I did buy them plenty of art supplies last month—surely they could make as much. Of course, I’d help in the process too. Not to mention it would keep them busy as I decorated the house.

I’d also reconciled with Somin last week, and she was invited. She did want to help the boys—her intentions were good – just her approach wasn’t. I knew that, and yet, seeing the boys—I just couldn’t help my protective instinct and immediately took offense.

But I was really happy that she accepted my apology and now even though we weren’t the best of friends—we somehow were working towards building our bond back up again. And that was okay. As long as we both tried our best.

As long as she respected my family—the boys—who were the most precious to me.

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Waking up at four in the morning, wasn’t a good feeling. At all. I felt groggy and wanted to just go back to sleep and cuddle and the boys. Instead, I gave up the magnetic pull and made it to the shower, another pair of feet following me.

Whoever it was, needed to wait to pee—cause I needed to wake up and fast. The day was going to be a busy one. First off—breakfast in bed, a trip to the arcade, stopping by at their favorite coffee shop and coming back home to prepare for the party in the evening.

Oh…and bills. So many bills. It was the first of the month—and I liked them paid early—before I forgot and things got taken away. It did happen once before and surviving without water and electricity wasn’t a good experience. I swore I’d never go through it, ever again.

As I got out of the shower half an hour later—with just the robe and a towel wrapped around my head like a sheep, I looked around the hallway suspiciously.

I was pretty sure someone followed behind me. Then why did nobody knock?

The cakes….

We baked cakes and cupcakes last night and I didn’t allow them to taste the frosting or sprinkles one bit. A sugar high was not something I was looking forward to right before bed. It made the boys too energetic and a giggly mess.

Tiptoeing to the kitchen, I saw the lights on and internally rolled my eyes. If it was anyone other than Jungkook, they were really in for a major punishment.

“Oh! Noona.” Taehyung exclaimed loudly from the entrance, where he was keeping an eye on. “You showered so late—we got hungry and came here.”

“Who are you hiding?” I asked glaring at his sheepish figure, blushing a bright pink and chubby cheeks smiling bashfully. His eyes bulged out, tail swishing behind him slowly as he tried escaping from the situation.

“Oh! We weren’t hiding, Noona.” Jimin came from behind, a clear patch of icing on his left cheek and plump lips red with strawberry juice, holding onto Jungkook’s hand who was busy licking his fingers clean from frosting and rainbow sprinkles.

Sighing, I gave up on their punishment. They were just too cute together. I’ll just have them do more chores instead.

“Fine, fine. I’ll take your word for it.” I nodded, with my arms crossed over my chest. “Come to help me make breakfast then.”

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“Seokie, bring two more sprite bottles for the lemonade here, please.” I called out to Hoseok as I stirred the half empty lemonade bowl.

“Right away, Y/N” He called out and ran, zig-zagging between his other friends he knew from before.

“Quick! Take it… it’s cold” Jin whisper shouted right behind me, making me drop the ladle onto the bowl in surprise. Turning around, I took the ice trays from his hands and watched amused as he shook them to warm them up. Dropping the ice into the bowl, I set aside the trays.

“Here,” Holding onto his palms, I brought them to my cheeks, effectively waking myself up and warming his hands at the same time. Wow… it felt so good.

Giggling, he leaned down and pecked my eye lids, smiling down on me. “You’re looking so pretty today, Y/N”

“Thank you.” Letting go of his hands, I brushed my fringe back and looked around the room at Jungkook and Jimin who were chasing each other wearing their party hats.

“They’re all so happy.” Jin whispered, looking at the kids fondly.

“They really are, and so am I.” Getting up, I looked back at him. “Don’t drink too much, you’ll have to pee frequently then.”

Laughing out loud, he pointed at Taehyung who was already skipping near the closed bathroom door, clutching at his groin. Poor boy.

Shrugging, I went to the kitchen to bring out the cakes. It was time. Everyone was here, playing games, having the time of their lives—but the boys were tired. And they needed to sleep early as school would start for Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok and Namjoon. The rest would start next year.

The morning was absolutely chaotic. We were being so loud and competitive—won so many things at the arcade, that we were finally kicked out. Though, admittedly, I don’t regret it one bit. It was so much fun. Then I got us nerf guns and chased the boys all around the park until the Sun was high up in the sky.

While hiding, Yoongi made friends with some stray cats and Jungkook was mesmerized by the many butterflies that hovered over the flowers.

Namjoon was curious about bubbles and I got us those huge hoops and a tub. We spent most of the afternoon making huge bubbles and popping them. It was a fun day.

Taehyung and Jimin took so many photos—that I’d lost count by now. They’d always sneak in pictures of me while taking pictures of the boys or their surroundings. I’d have to get them all printed and set neatly in an album. Jungkook’s Fourth Birthday.

And now, here we were—a full day eating and playing outside later. All exhausted, yet happiest we’ve ever been. Decorating the whole house and entertaining the guests.

“Let me help you carry the large cake.” Namjoon came in, looking all cute and handsome with the black and red jacket over white shirt and black jeans, hair slicked back and dimples out.

“Sure. Thanks, Joonie.” Holding onto one side and him supporting the other, we walked back sideways to the living room. Everyone was so quiet with the lights dimmed as they waited for the carrot cake in the shape of a heart. Don’t ask. It was Jungkook’s request last evening.