#his roommate is gonna be so confused lmaooo

[daisymbin]

the unplanned date - kim mingyu

warnings: suggestive but not really! just light mentions of past sexual events but thats all. slight use of profanities

pairings: kim mingyu x reader

genre: situationship to lovers lmaooo

wc: 2.8k

a/n: 1. fuck taeil

2. this was originally written for jeonghan but i felt it fitted mingyu better

3. please this took fucking forever because I kept getting writers block and hated the flow but I think I'm satisfied with it now

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"what? she's cheating on me?” mingyu asked in disbelief. “and what do you mean she's not my girlfriend?” mingyu angrily questioned jun with a slightly raised voice; his forehead and eyebrows scrunched in anger and confusion. “what the hell are you talking about? since when in the world did the two of you date? in another alternate universe??? all she did was go out on one date!” jun countered as he walks to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. at that, mingyu left their shared apartment, heading straight to yours; needing answers.

you jump when you hear your doorbell ring, “were you expecting someone?” your roommate seungcheol asked as you both exchange glances while he notes the time, it's 3:07am. “no?” you said as you got up from the sofa where you had been lounging on with seungcheol, binge watching the entire high school musical series but seungcheol stopped you, “wait, i'll get it. its late, it could be some creepy old man.” seungcheol rushed to open the door while you followed close by behind him. as soon as he opened the door, you were both met with a messy, disheveled hair kim mingyu. he’s panting so much that for a second, he looks like he might actually pass out. “mingyu? what are you doing here at this hour?” seungcheol asked as he opened the door wider for him to enter. “did you run here???” you asked. “yes but thats not the point right now,” mingyu pauses to catch his breath, “did you go out on a date with jun's classmate? are you cheating on me?”

seungcheol's brows slightly furrowed at mingyu's words, “woah calm down. why dont you come in first?” he asked as he tugged on mingyu's sleeves, ushering him in. “alright, im gonna be in my room to give you two some….privacy. no funny business please, its 3am and I could use some sleep.”

mingyu inpatiently waited for seungcheol to retreat to his room before he sprung his question yet again onto you. “so??? are you not going to answer me??” it was clear that mingyu is frustrated as he laid his clenched fist on the kitchen counter. “what the fuck are you talking about? cheating on you? we're not even together!” you countered back as your forehead and eyebrows scrunched in confusion & slight anger matching mingyu's. “I'm asking you why the hell I just heard from jun that you went on a date with that new guy boy from his biology class?” mingyu knew he was being slightly petty but still, how could you? you watched as he slowly unclench his fists only to grip at the corners of the kitchen counter. “like i said, you and i? we're not together mingyu. I'm free to date whoever I want, isn't it? that was the rule you set, is it not?” you asked in anger.

“what do you mean we're not together?” mingyu paused before he continued. his question was laced with confusion and a hint of heartbreak but of course, he tried to mask it with even more frustration. “we hold on hands all the damn time y/n! we spend time together, A LOT of time together might i add, we stay over at each other's place, we nap together, we sleep together, we cuddle, we hug, we kiss, you play with my hair all the time and i do too! i mean, for god's sake, we fuck each other! what do you mean we're not together?”

“so what, mingyu?’’ your own voice and tone took you aback for a second, the words came out harsher than you would have liked but you dont falter. “weren’t you the one who said you didn't want anything serious to begin with? weren't you the one who said that we’re only keeping things casual and nothing more? so why are you here at my apartment at ass o'clock screaming at me about cheating on you?” you had made sure to put out air quotes for those last 3 words.

this time, there was a clear dip in mingyu's voice, softer, more tender, more vulnerable. “well…yes but that was before.. that was when we were still… I don't know, fucking around but now we're definitely not! the things we do are definitely not just… fucking around things! you know what I mean! why are you making this so hard!” mingyu was exasperated, that much was clear. you watch as he now has his arms folded and his pout coming to light, making your heart clench at the sight. “gyu...” you said as you let out a small sigh, mingyu perked up at his nickname, his gaze shifting to you. “I'm not trying to make anything hard and you know that. how was i supposed to know anything? how was i supposed to know what you want if you don't tell me?”

“I thought you'd know by now…i-i thought it was obvious by now…I thought we both…”

“you thought we both what mingyu? you can't just keep all these thoughts to yourself without telling me and expect me to know anything because trust me, I don't! I don't know how you feel about me, I don't know if any of this is as serious for you as it is for me, god, I don't know what your intentions are! all I know from you is that this is all just casual and nothing more! and you know what's the worst part of it all? it's that I can't even ask you about it because then I'm gonna come off as clingy and needy and it's pathetic to even imagine presenting myself that way to you!” your lips were now pressed together in a thin line; an overwhelming feeling of shame and embarrassment taking over you, forcing you to look away from him to avoid eye contact and you start to feel your eyes prick you with tears threatening to spill.

“you know I'd never think that of you... i just…I'm not good with words. I don't know how to tell you what I want or how I feel about you. I just get so tongue tied when it comes to you. I really thought that maybe if I lo-” mingyu all but stopped himself with a deep sigh, unable to voice out his hidden feelings for you. he took a few seconds to find a replacement for that word before he took another deep breath & continued, “I really thought that maybe if I just… let things be and let my feelings act on their own that maybe you'd pick up on it and we would just…” he ended with a sigh that was barely audible. you would have missed it if you weren't all focused on him.

his voice trailing off and quivering only forced you to quickly blink your tears away to look back at him; the sight of his shoulders slumped and his head looking down, not meeting your eyes only broke your heart even more. is it possible for your heart to feel so heavy and sad, yet filled with so much hope? because that's definitely how you're feeling right now.

regardless of how much you think you know what mingyu is trying to say, you still wanted him to say it, you still wanted to hear it from him. this friends with benefits situationship thing has been going on long enough for a year & a half now & that doesnt include the years before when you were both friends. everyone knows you're both kind of a thing yet not really. no matter how much the boys pushed for mingyu to make it official, mingyu always brushed them off and said that he didn't have to, that you already know what you both had, but in this moment, it dawned on him that what he thought he had with you isn't what you thought you had with him. all the self loathe and heartbreak he's feeling right now couldn't have made him feel more stupid than he already was.

“gyu can you- can you try? can you try telling me? Just… take your time, im here, im listening, I have all the time in the world for you, just try baby. I just want to know how you really feel, I just want to know what you want for yourself and for us.” your hands reached out for his with a mind of its own.

looking down at your joined hands, mingyu starts moving his thumb mindlessly at the back of your hand, caressing them gently. it's now that he realizes how utterly stupid he has been. “baby i-” yours eyes follow his hands as they now draw circles on yours as you gave him a light squeeze of encouragement. “go on gyu, im listening.”

“I don't know how to do this. I know I said I didn't want anything serious at the start of it and that it's just casual but… but that was before you- do you remember our first date?” mingyu gathers all the courage he could find in himself and cautiously brings his eyes to yours. “what date?” you didn't want to sound rude or cold but as far as you could remember, you've never had any dates with mingyu. your relationship with him started off as just being friends for years, evolving into a friends with benefits situation which was strictly only physical needs late at night, outside of that, you were nothing more, well, at least for the first few months that is. until….unless..? was he talking about the first time you both hung out together alone without the boys outside of the bedroom and while the sun is still out? “do you mean…the flea market?” you asked as realization dawned on you; that was the day your friends with benefits relationship evolved into something that was like a relationship but not really, the cursed situationship type of thing.

mingyu chuckles as he realizes how sentimental he looks right now, although, he's not sure if you can tell. his shy smile and fangs peeking through as he watches the gears in your head turn. “well..what about that day mingyu?” truth be told, you remember that day clear as day, but you can't pinpoint exactly what mingyu is trying to say; there wasn't really anything…special or anything that stood out that day, well, other than the fact that you were both out and not in bed that is.

“that was the first time we hung out together alone after we started the whole friends with benefits thing. do you remember? that night before that, when we broke our first rule of not sleeping over?” a quiet mhm was all you could let out, unsure of where mingyu is going with this. “do you even remember why I called you over that night?”

“you were sad. your hamster….he passed away.” you said carefully. “mhm he did. and that evening, that night, it was the first time you came over and we didn't…we didn't do anything. you held me, comforted me and let me wet your t-shirt with my tears. you insisted on putting me to bed and cuddling me to sleep for the first time and told me that you'd leave after I've fallen asleep. I still remember your slight hesitation that night when I'd asked you to stay over and not leave. did you know? i felt my heart sank a little when you hesitated but that was just the first of many realization that i- that i was in love with you.” your heart fluttered at his admission, “the first of many? were there more?”

for the first time tonight, mingyu let out a laugh, the one you loved so much. “of course there's more. when we woke up the next morning, my head was pounding so bad from all the crying the night before and I was so sad when I woke up alone in bed because I thought you had left but it was almost as if you had some psychic power and knew I was awake, you were screaming from the kitchen saying you know I was awake and asked me to get my ass over to the kitchen!” mingyu laughed harder this time, his hand coming up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “that was because I had just came back from the bakery! my hands were full so I accidentally let the door slam a little and I was sure that that would have woken you up!” you giggled while trying to defend yourself.

“you even got me my favourite cake from the bakery and all my other favourite pastries for breakfast. you must have been so in love with me ~" mingyu joked while raising his eyebrows suspiciously at you and you all but fall silent. you cleared your throat before you teased him back, “so? that's why you like me? because I cuddled you to sleep and bought you food? how easy can you be kim mingyu!”

“no that's not why! although i'll admit, it did click something in me. made me realise how well you know me and how well you take care of me. but that wasn't it! it was when you suggested we go to the flea market after breakfast just to take a walk to clear my mind for a bit. do you remember what happened there?”

“we walked and talked about silly things as always, what else? ah, you tried tanghulu for the first time! I remember that.” you recall giddily at how his eyes widened brightly at the sweetness of tanghulu when he took his first bite. “not that, silly! we ran into your ex & I had told him that i was your boyfriend and asked him to back off, do you know why I did that?” “because you pity me?” you joked, you know mingyu would never pity you, he's not a bad person but you couldn't pass up an opportunity to tease him. mingyu sighed dramatically at that, “no, I said I was your boyfriend because I saw the way he was looking at you…and it made me jealous. it made me realise that, that's the way I always look at you. it made me realise that I don't ever want anyone else to look at you that way and that I want you to look at me that way. me and only me. i-i realised that it's not just sex I want with you. that's why after that day, I kept bringing us out for dinner and stuff. or even just to hang out at home and watch stupid romcoms just to spend time with you. so I thought that, when our relationship from simply friends with benefits isn't friends with benefits anymore that you'd get it i guess…i don't know…saying it out loud right now sounds so stupid… I probably should have said something earlier… I'm sorry.” mingyu had his eyes on his hands again, guilt and embarrassment washing over him.

"thank you, gyu-ah. I really needed to hear all of that from you.” you lifted your hand to rest your palm on his cheeks, guiding his eyes back to you. “does that mean you like me too?” silly silly kim mingyu you thought. “no of course not!” you joked a failed joke because it seems kim mingyu didn't get the joke when he let out a quiet oh. “you're so silly kim mingyu. can't you tell im in love with you by now? how much more obvious can a girl get?” mingyu ears perked up at your words, then, smiling so big his jaws almost hurt. his hands turn to pull you by your wrists, placing them around his waist as he pulled you into a hug. your hands move up to rest on his neck and the other in his hair, tugging them lightly at the scalp. “I love you, I'll do better for you.” he spoke so close to your ear his lips almost brush them. “I love you too, thank you, I'll do better for you too.” your words only caused mingyu to tighten his hold on you, “can we go to bed now? I'm so tired and I want to sleep with my girlfriend.” he whined pouting. “yes we can, boyfriend.” you answered with a smile as you start dragging your big puppy into your bedroom, excited for more cuddles to come.

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book One of Two]

Story: 4 out of 5 Spice: 3 out of 5

I don’t know what it is about this book that is keeping me from giving it five stars. I liked it, I did, but… something felt off.

It’s definitely a fast-paced obsession on Cole’s part, but it takes the entire book until they’re whamming and bamming lol.

The whole rival artists/serial killers trying to one up one another is fun, until it isn’t. Shaw is definitely a psycho, but his craziness pushes Cole to act out in a way he’s never been before so that’s a plus. And poor Mara is stuck in the middle.

There’s a slight cliffhanger and I’m definitely glad I have book two already on my shelf, ready to be read.

* Two serial killers who are artists and hate one another. Yeah, this is gonna end well haha.

* wtf. Who kidnapped Mara?! And then pierced her nipples before slitting her wrists… that’s messed up.

* Ohhh. So Cole’s rival Shaw kidnapped Mara and left her for dead. What a dick.

* And Cole’s an even bigger dick for just stepping over her and walking away 😂

* Oh shit. She escaped.

* How the hell is she back at work like nothing happened?!

* Shaw thinks she’s dead and Cole is pissed to see her alive because she saw his face. I can’t wait until Shaw sees her alive and breathing.

* He’s a party sniffer. Fucking weirdo. And he came all over her dirty underwear. Mara’s gonna be so confused and possibly grossed out 😂

* Holy shit. Cole formally introduced himself and she’s panicking.

* How the fuck did she go from frothing at the mouth angry at him to showing him different brunch combos to try lol.

* “I wanted you. Genuinely. Because I admire you, and you attract me. I wanted to fuck you. But you don’t tell me what to do.”

* Lmaooo. Dude could have gotten his dick sucked but he embarrassed her so she fucked another guy in front of a camera she knew he’d be watching from. I love her.

* Holy shit. The way they tattooed one another.

* The way Cole is protective over Mara. God, so hot. Idc if he murders people lol.

* Shaw just had to be a cockblock.

* God, I can’t believe Cole fell for Shaw’s trap. wtf dude. And now he wants to kill Mara before Shaw does.. ? No. Absolutely not.

* Damn. He really tied her to the table and fucked her over and over. That was fun.

* Damn. Shaw killed one of the roommates 😬 and dumbass Mara opened her mouth. Now she just looks stupid. Smh. Thank god I have book 2.

[goldenageofwireless]

My brother is moving out for college tomorrow so here are some things he'll have to explain to his roommate at some point

• grr boo hiss gerber baby

• shopping bag? Just looking

• yeah yeah yeah WOW

• huh whuh

• Hatsune Miku is that you

• big man he's a big boy man

[jean-kayak]

Crazy Coincidence

Summary: Of course, the guys that you sleep with all know each other

Pairing: Seijoh 4 x black!fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+!!), fivesome, implied anal fingering, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, double penetration, blowjob, face fucking, it’s literally just filth with like little plot LMFAO

Word Count: 2785

A/N: Y’ALL, i do NOT know where this came from, but please I hope you enjoy this lmaooo, and yes i did have reader penetrated with the biggest and thickest dicks out of the seijoh 4 at the same time, no i will not debate this

"Four guys in a month and a half? I'm proud of you," your friend compliments, as you lean back in your chair.

"Thank you, thank you," you boast, shrugging your shoulders. "I try."

You both exchange a quiet chuckle in the bustling cafe you're currently sitting in. It's about a mile from the end of campus, kids coming here to take a break, study, or stress themselves out with exams, but you both enjoy the atmosphere and find yourselves here more than once a week.

You continue to talk to her, and you glance at the door when you hear the bell on it ring, and your heart drops. "We should go," you say, quickly, and your friend frowns at you.

"Why what's wrong?" she asks as you tilt your head away from the door, now regretting sitting right next to the door.

"Nothing, nothing. I just think we should get out of here. You said you wanted to go to that park, right?" you rush out, hoping that she won't question your urgency again. Your head tilts further down, your neck at a weird angle as you find yourself staring at the pastel-colored wall.

You screw your eyes shut when you hear a familiar voice call your name. You grimace for a second before you turn your head. "Iwaizumi! Funny seeing you here," you say awkwardly as you try not to focus on the other three guys that he walked in with that he seemed really friendly with.

He chuckles softly. "We usually come here for a break from homework," he tells you, and you nod, praying that his friends don't turn around.

"Yeah, same here," you reply, gesturing to your friend as you start to stand. "And we were just leaving. You know, got a lot of studying to do," you try, hoping that she gets the message.

"y/n?" You freeze mid-squat as you grimace again, another familiar face coming into view, the guy standing next to Iwaizumi.

"How ya doing, Makki?" you say painfully as you give him a strained smile. You glance at your friend, who has the most confused look on her face.

"You know her?" Iwaizumi asks, and Makki scoffs.

"Do I know her? She--"

"Was just leaving," you cut him off as you fully stand. "We really should get going," you urge, you wave your hand, hoping that your friend is packing up her stuff.

You let out a pained grunt when you hear someone call your name. Again. "Oikawa," you acknowledge, your voice full of feigned delight but majorly underlining with stress. "Hey," you add stiffly, the first two boys looking between you and him with a questioning look.

"How you been?" he asks, and you nod, sucking on your teeth.

"I've been good. You know, just got a lot of work to do, so I'm just gonna slide on outta here," you try again, and you barely get a step away from the table.

"y/n." Your eyes widen as you turn to him, feigning surprise.

"Issei! Wow, that's so crazy," you breathe as you hold your hands out.

"You know her too?" Iwaizumi asks, his voice in disbelief, and you cringe.

"Yeah, we--"

"Really need to get going," you push, quickly grabbing your friend's arm and yanking her out of her seat as you grab her stuff, grateful that no one is paying attention to what's happening. "It was nice to see you guys again. Uh, hope you enjoy what you ordered," you finish with an uneasy chuckle before practically pulling your friend out of the door.

"What the hell?!" she asks when you get a little ways away from the cafe. "Don't tell me those were the guys."

"I didn't know they knew each other!" you argue, rubbing a hand over your forehead. "How was I supposed to know?!"

You check behind you as you run a hand over your hair as your friend scoffs. "Well, this just got a lot more complicated."

A knock on your door pulls you from your studying, and you're thankful for the break because you were sure you were gonna pull your hair out in the next five minutes. You nearly slam the door closed when you see who's standing on the other side of it.

"Issei? What brings you here?" you ask, doing your best to mask your nervousness.

"Your roommate here?"

You shake your head. "No, no. She, uh, won't be back until around 7," you respond, your hand still gripping the door, another excuse about to leave your mouth when he cuts you off.

"Cool if we hang out?"

You frown. "We?"

Your eyes widen when you see the rest of his friends appear, all of them brushing past you to walk in, and your mouth falls open slightly. You close the door before you turn to face them as you swallow thickly.

"Nice apartment you got," Mattsun comments, and you nod softly as you glance at the floor.

"Thanks," you respond, the air making you feel like you can't breathe. "You guys just wanted to hang out?" you ask, your heart pounding in your chest at the sight of four pairs of eyes staring at you.

They all release a huff as they glance at each other, their eyes never leaving you for long. "What do you think?" Makki says, and you shrug weakly. "We can skip all this stuff and just go to your room."

You bite your lip as you lead them to your room, even though they already know where it is because they've all been here before, and you mentally curse yourself but at the same. You didn't know they knew each other.

You walk into your room, hearing the door close softly before you turn around. "No need to be so tense, sweetheart. We're all pretty familiar with each other, right?" Oikawa says, and you try to relax your shoulders as you rub your arm.

"So, what do you guys--"

"You can sit on the bed," Iwaizumi cuts in, and you feel your face heat up as he smirks at how quickly you followed the order. "Oikawa, you want to do the honors?"

"Already on it," he says after he chuckles, already walking towards you before he even finishes talking. He grins when you look up at him, your eyes wide with a feigned innocence as you anticipate what's next. "Do you want to keep going?"

You find yourself nodding your head faster than you wanted to, but you can't even try to deny how your body seems to be humming right now. "Yes."

And his grin widens. "Strip." You slowly strip your shirt off, feeling the air shift when your bare chest is exposed, your nipples hardening at the chill air. Your leggings and underwear are next, Iwaizumi moving towards you once they hit the floor.

"Show them how soaked you are," Iwaizumi starts. "Go on." Your head drops slightly as you slowly spread your legs, and you glance up through your eyelashes to see both Makki and Mattsun smirking as Makki palms himself through his shorts.

Oikawa climbs on the bed behind you before him and Iwaizumi move you higher up on the bed. Tooru's hands coming up to rub over your shoulders. "What do you wanna do, Iwa?" he asks, his hands coming down to squeeze at your breasts, making you squirm slightly.

"Gotta stretch her out first, right? She's got a lot to take," Iwaizumi says, slowly falling to his knees. He spreads your legs further to accommodate his wide shoulders, and his hands dig into your thighs when they jolt, his tongue lapping at your labia feverishly.

Your hands grip your sheets as his tongue circles at your clit while his fingers work their way inside with ease. As he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, Oikawa fondles your nipples, pinching and pulling at them as he kisses down your neck and over your shoulders.

You lean back into him, and he leans down to kiss you softly, his tongue licking over your bottom lip for permission, and you gladly let him in, moaning quietly when he deepens the kiss. You're starting to have a hard time keeping up with it the more Iwaizumi curls his fingers inside of you.

When you start panting into Oikawa's mouth, he moves back down to your neck, his teeth pulling at your skin, leaving no part untouched. Your moans are getting louder, bouncing off the walls of your room, and as you feel your orgasm approaching, your legs start to close, the muscles trembling softly.

Oikawa stops his strokes on your nipple to grab one of your legs, keeping you spread as Hajime holds the other. "Is our little fucktoy gonna cum?" Oikawa whispers in your ear, and all you can do is nod quickly, letting out a high-pitched whine as your back arches.

"Iwa--" You don't have the chance to finish his name because you're cumming hard, Oikawa having to hold your waist as your back arches, even more, Iwaizumi finger fucking you through it and lapping up your release.

You squirm at the overstimulation until he's pulling his fingers out of you and sliding them into his mouth as your chest heaves. You can barely hold yourself up when Oikawa moves out from behind you, fatigue already starting to catch up to you, but then Makki and Mattsun are walking towards you as the other boys move over.

"You're not tiring on us now, are you?" Hanamaki teases, climbing onto the bed behind you as Issei pushes you over. You shake your head as you watch Mattsun lay down on his back, his eyebrows raised in your direction in expectancy, and you frown at him softly before sitting up.

He pulls one of your legs towards him, and you finally understand what he wants you to do. You shakily swing your leg over him, your cunt hovering right above his face, and you don't even get a second to steady yourself before he's pulling you down towards his mouth.

A hand falls forward on the bed to brace yourself as you moan at the feeling of him basically making out with your still sensitive core. You feel a hand under your chin, guiding your face upwards, your eyes meeting Makki's eyes dark with lust.

His eyes glance down at the bulge in his shorts, and to the best of your ability, you manage to get them down his thighs along with his underwear, his dick smacking his abdomen. You find it hard to look anywhere else but at the dark red tip, dripping with precum.

You guide him into your mouth, your moans vibrating around him making him groan loudly as his hand comes to rest on your head. It's not long before he's fucking your throat, one of your hands digging into his thigh while your other tangles in the curly locks on Matsukawa's head.

You're drooling around Makki's length as the sounds you can't help but make slip out around him, tears forming in your eyes. "You're such a fucking slut," Makki groans, his eyes rolling back as he feels that knot building up at the base of his spine.

You can only whimper in response as you grind against Issei's face as best as you can with the grip he has on you, and your throat constricting around the head of his dick when you gag is what sends Hiro over the edge, his thigh tensing against your hand as he shoots down your throat.

His breathing is heavy as he pulls out, releasing his grip on your hair as your moans become audible due to your mouth being empty. You can't even think of speaking as you ride his face like a whore, your body shuddering with overstimulation as your next orgasm hits you out of nowhere.

You throw your head back, riding out your high, and you slump over as you slow to a stop, having a hard time moving your body. Mattsun has to lift your leg in order to get out from under you, and he moves off the bed as Oikawa replaces him. You blink through tears, seeing Hanamaki laying on his back, his dick still hard as a rock.

Oikawa comes up behind you, his hands rubbing over your body soothingly. "You got another one for us, don't you?" he coos, and your body has a mind of his own as you crawl over to him, once again shakily straddling him. His hands find your hips as you sink down on him, and he releases a low moan as you bite your lip, muffling your whimper.

You feel Oikawa's hands steadying themselves on your back, and you look up to see him straddling Makki behind you, and you start to protest, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "Feeling so good, you didn't feel Mattsun prepping you earlier, did you?" he says at the same time he runs a finger over your stretched-out hole. He lines himself up, his hand pushing you forward slightly. "You ready?"

You nod your head quickly, your nails digging in Makki's side at the intrusion. "Breathe, baby, there you go," Oikawa murmurs, his hand rubbing up and down your back softly. He bites his lip as he slowly sinks into you, groaning loudly when he bottoms out.

Makki's hands run over your thighs simultaneously with Oikawa's hands on your back, both of them waiting for your okay, and you let your body go limp when you give them a quick nod. Oikawa moves first, his thrusts making Makki hit that spongy spot inside of you, and you let out pitiful whimpers as your hands grip onto Oikawa's wrists.

Makki groans as you clench around him, both of you reaching your climax faster due to having already cum not too long ago. He bucks up into your tight heat, and the only thing you can think about is the continuous stream of pleasure that's flowing through your veins.

You're hearing words come from both of them, but you can't focus on it, the blood rushing through your ears so heavily as that you can't even hear yourself scream as your third orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Both men groan when you clench around them before they shoot their seed into you.

You wince softly as Oikawa pulls out slowly, the sounds filling the room are ragged breathing and bodies sliding across the mattress. You can register Makki's cum dripping down your legs, joining the huge amount of slick that's accumulated on your thighs.

You see Mattsun rest against your headboard, pulling you towards him softly by your arm, his massive length standing tall as Iwaizumi crowds behind you, his erection digging into your ass. "You got one more, baby, I know you do," Iwaizumi says, helping you slowly sink down onto Issei, and your head falls against his as you're filled once again.

You hear something like a cap opening, but you barely pick up on it, and you jolt gently when you feel something cold prodding at your hole. "Just relax for me, okay?" Hajime whispers, resting his head against yours, putting his hands onto your hips as he guides himself into your already occupied hole.

Your mouth drops open as your eyelids close, your eyes rolling back at you feel even fuller than you've ever felt before. You let out a weak whine as more tears form in your eyes, and if your body didn't move before, it definitely didn't move now. You're practically chest to chest with Issei as Iwaizumi groans into your neck as they both start moving in and out of your slowly.

Your nerve endings are on end, probably shot by this point, but you're moaning anyway, your hands digging into one of their arms as you cum almost instantly, having not one but two dicks hammering your g-spot. Both men follow right after you, groans coming from in front of you as moans come from behind you.

The last thing you can feel before they pull out is their seed coating your walls, leaving a gushing mess seeping out of you, your stretched out hole clenching around nothing. You can hear shuffling around you as you flop onto your bed, the soreness between your legs throbbing as you feel them cleaning you up.

You hear the door open, and you barely lift your head up to see them heading towards the door. "We're gonna go get some food," Makki tells you.

"So, you better rest up 'cause we're nowhere near done yet," Mattsun finishes before they all walk out.

Tags: @iwascrybaby​, @mxhriii​, @cinnitsuki​

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The Danger in Duality | 08

COLLEGE! AU  |  ASSASSIN! AU  |  ANGST  | SMUT  | COMEDY | 10k

BTS X Reader

CW: Graphic depictions of violence and sexually explicit content

“You and your seven squad members must take on the struggles of being world-class assassins while also living as full-time college students.”

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“Well, that was depressing,” Hoseok said after the call dropped.

Defeat washed over the room. 

“What are the chances?” Namjoon asked. His fingers clasped in front of his face, expression etched in deep thought, “20 miles? That’s nothing.”

“Didn’t Squad 8 have something similar happen to them a few years ago, but with a different group?” Taehyung asked.

“Yeah but it was just a small rivalry, and Squad 8 handled it in a couple weeks. Anti or whoever keeps targeting The Academy’s squads...and they’re so close,” he said, “The Academy is the biggest organization of it’s kind in the world, so my guess is that Anti set up camp so close to make some sort of territory war.”

“But why do we have to be the ones caught in the middle?” Jimin said.

“Right, we literally could have been stationed anywhere,” you huffed.

“Well, since we’re the best squad, and Grandpa kind of prioritises us, he wanted us closer to home...like regional guards I guess,” Taehyung said.

“So essentially...nepotism came back to bite us in the ass,” you said.

“It wasn’t nepotism!” Namjoon began to fight, but he shared a look with Taehyung and didn’t continue.

“Well then why not start by targeting us if we’re the closest?” Hoseok asked.

“Maybe they were using the other squads as practice before they got to us,” Namjoon shrugged, “or maybe it was just a warning.”

Silence.                     

“I can’t do this right now,” Seokjin sighed, carding a hand through his hair as he walked to his room, “The mission is tomorrow and I gotta prepare.”

“Hey! Are you still watching the game with us tonight?” Hoseok called after him.

“Maybe,” he shut the door behind him.

“I’m gonna head out too,” you said.

“Woah, I thought you wanted to watch it!” Hoseok whined.

“Sorry, Seokjin’s right though. I need to prepare for tomorrow and I still have a shit ton of homework.”

“I’ll pass too,” Jungkook said as he and Taehyung followed you to the door.

“Oh not you too!” Hoseok threw his arms up.

“You know I don’t even like basketball,” Jungkook said, “Damn, Seokjin still has my calculator.”

Jungkook jogged to the oldest’s room and flung open the door.

Seokjin stood in nothing but boxers in the middle of the room. He was quick to cover himself as he let the profanity fly.

“Fuck are you doing?! Ever heard of knocking, you little shit?! Get out!”

He pushed Jungkook to the door, but the youngest pushed back effortlessly as he made his way to the calculator on the desk.

“Oops. Forgot this.” he said, “And you know how it works. If you really didn’t want anyone to come in, you would have locked it.”

“That’s not how this works! It’s my room!”

“What are you doing anyway?”

“Changing- you know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. Move!” he shoved the youngest out of the room and locked the door.

“Yeah, so...I’m gonna go,” you said. You spared a glance back at Yoongi, who’s eyes followed you as you walked out of the apartment.

Jungkook and Taehyung were close behind. The sun had almost fully set, and it stretched over the horizon in a spray of oranges and reds. You neared the fork in the road, an indication to go your separate ways. 

“Hey,” Jungkook said, “When the hell can I get that SIG-Sauer P228 off your hands?”

You scoffed, “I still can’t believe it's not too basic for you. That’s, like, a 3rd week of training level pistol.”

“No, what? Shut up! What do you even know?”

“I know that it’s basic.”

“Basic?! You’ve got the special limited holiday edition! It’s got the gold two-tone finish and the indented grip. Oh fuck and the light-weight. Ugh-,” he shook his head as he looked up at the sky, smiling. “And you promised!”

“You know he’s not gonna let it go now,” Taehyung warned.

“Okay, whatever fine, just come by and get it.”

Jungkook turned and you stuck your hand out, “What?”

“Woah, not right now.”

“Not now?! Then when?!” his arms flapped at his side, making him look like a tantrum-throwing child.

You shrugged and walked on, “Not now.”

He called after you, each word followed by a curse. It was true, you had promised that you would give him the gun soon. You rarely used it and when you told him you had it collecting dust in the back of your closet he all but ripped your head off, going on about how you didn’t respect the craft and how he’d save it from the likes of you (whatever the hell that meant). There was just no way you could deal with the company now, and the sooner you were back to your room the better.

As you neared your apartment, you saw a familiar car in the parking lot. The warning was all you needed to mentally prepare yourself for your roommate.

Turning your key in the lock, you pushed inside. Luna sat on the sofa, focused on her laptop.

“Hey!” she chirped, “How was your day?”

“Hey,” you nodded, “Okay, just stressful as usual.”

“Aww I’m sorry to hear that. Wanna come study with me?” she asked, patting the spot next to her.

You looked down the hall. The sanctuary of your room was just so close.

“Ah, damn. I’m just really tired, I don’t think I can focus right now.”

“Oh...I see,” she said in a low voice. The disappointment was clear, “It’s just that we never really see each other or hang out. We live together but I don’t really feel like I know you.”

And you never really will, you thought.

“I know,” you played with your fingers, “Tonight's just not good for me. But we can hang out soon. I promise. I’ll...try and make time for it.”

“Really? Okay! Sounds good,” she smiled, “Oh, and I already made dinner, there’s some left on the stove if you get hungry.”

With a thanks you went to your room, shut the door, and threw yourself on the bed. The blank ceiling didn’t help to clear your mind, just made it easier for your thoughts to race out of control.

It was all just so much.

Being hunted. 

Being on top of the food chain, you never knew what it was like to be the prey. There was nothing good about feeling so exposed, especially when their den was supposedly 20 or so miles away. Why did it have to be so close? You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched even within the confines of your mind and home. The news was messing with you.

Tomorrow’s mission. 

It would be easy, but you hadn’t been on a unit mission in a while, and there was always more pressure when the whole squad wasn’t present. It would only be three of you, and only two would even enter the scene at all. Shouldn’t they have mixed up the skill-set and gotten someone else other than him? Hoseok would have been great on a stealth mission like this. And why did it have to be Yoongi of all people?

Yoongi.

The confusion you felt throughout the day came rushing back again. You couldn’t understand the reason behind his thought process. He was always so hard to read and today was no different. He never seemed like the casual ‘come over and let’s just chill’ type. He always needed his space, and given your past relationship you were always more than willing to give that to him. But with your new arrangements, having him want to see you beyond lust muddied the waters. Yes, you were friends. As strange as you liked to show it, you had been so for years. But never had you made an effort to spend time alone unless it was for work. Something about it felt wrong- even more so than the hookups. It felt like a new boundary was being crossed, one that was even scarier than the first. 

But god how you wanted him. 

He looked oddly beautiful watching the film earlier. Seeing him in gruesome violence for years, the delicate nature of the scene was enough to take you aback. There was just something about his gentleness....

You caught yourself. The corners of your lips shifted up without approval and you wiped it clean. 

No. He only wanted this because you’re the only option. It was a safe investment- not because he felt anything else. And neither did you. Nope. You couldn’t. It was against the rules.

You slapped your hand against the bed, and pushed yourself towards the bathroom for a shower. As the water ran, you stripped down in front of the mirror. Your naked body was littered with nearly invisible scratches and bruises- the norm considering your routine. You couldn’t recall the last time you saw your skin clear of any marks.

Your phone buzzed against the counter top, a sign of a text message.

Picking it up, you noticed the speed of your heart change.

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Yoongi: You get home okay?

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You rolled your eyes. As if you couldn’t handle making your way home “okay”.

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You: No

Yoongi: ???

You: Some guys told me they’d give me candy if I got in their van so 💁 

         idk where we’re goin tho. 

          just cruisin rn.

Yoongi: Stop

You: Lmaooo take a joke

Yoongi: Today was fun

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The butterflies fluttered in your stomach a bit.

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You: Yeah great movie choice btw

Yoongi:🙄 wyd rn?

You: About to get in the shower

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You waited for his response, but after a minute you sat the phone back down and walked towards the tub. You heard another buzz and doubled back to check.

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Yoongi: Send me a picture

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You stared at your screen, rereading the words to make sure you weren’t mistaken.

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You: Of…?

Yoongi: You dumbass

             Before your shower

You: so nudes

Yoongi: Yeah

             I wanna see you…

             But you don’t have to 

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You mulled over an answer. There was something about the idea of teasing him from afar that made your stomach knot with desire. You crossed your legs tighter. He had all day during the movie to “see you”. Why choose when you’re back home and unable to touch you to ask?

You positioned yourself in front of the mirror, trying to find the best angle. Sure you had taken pictures of yourself for yourself, but never with the intention of anyone else ever seeing them.

You twisted your body to see the curves in the reflection, a hand over your head for a better view of your bare chest. Though this was new, you weren’t stupid to the rules- never show your face. With the camera placed to block everything from the chin up, you heard the shutter as you posed.

Click.

You switched angles, leaning forward with your boobs pushed together.

Click.

You sat on the counter, and turned to get a view of your perched ass in the reflection. 

Click. 

You went back to check them, and you couldn’t help the satisfaction. These were hot. So hot you nearly turned yourself on. 

Lucky bastard, you thought

After selecting the images, your finger hovered over the send button. With a deep breath, you bit the bullet and pressed it. Your anxiety wouldn’t allow you to wait for his response, so you put your phone down and hopped into the shower. You would see his reaction when you got out.

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Yoongi hadn’t left his spot on the couch since you left. He spared glimpses at his phone, waiting for you to respond. Every moment that he got nothing, he cursed himself. He was being too thirsty and freaked you out. No way you would agree to this. He didn’t know what made him type out something so blatantly horny, he was embarrassed. Maybe he should apologize. Way to push his luck and make it awkward.

He was just so out of his mind after the assignment, he could barely think straight. He needed a distraction, anything to occupy his mind and not send him down the rabbit hole that was his unchecked fury. It just made no sense. 

There was finally a vibration on his lap, and he carefully looked down to his notifications. 

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[3 attachments]

_______: Delete them from our messages after. 

                I expect you to kiss the ground I walk on after these. You’re welcome. 

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 He opened the message and caught a glimpse of the pictures. He sucked in a quick breath and threw his phone down. 

He looked around the room. The others weren’t paying him any mind. Yoongi slowly picked the phone back up and took in the pictures in all their glory. 

His breathing went shallow as he scrolled and zoomed on the screen. They weren’t just any crude pictures- there was an art to it that made him unable to look away. The curves of your body in the faint glow of the bathroom was delicious. Your body. God, your body. The longer he stared, he found something else to marvel over. He was glad he couldn’t see your face, because the thought of a smirk on your lips was enough to make his imagination run wild. He realized his mouth was hanging open and hurried to fix it. His pants were suddenly tighter, and he shifted to hide the sudden erection that was painfully fighting for his attention. 

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Yoongi: goddamn.

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It sounded stupid, he knew that. But was there a right way to respond to something like that? No words or emojis would suffice. He was borderline salivating. 

She told him to delete them after. Right. He still had to do that. 

As Yoongi’s finger floated over the button, he found the deed harder to carry out than expected. The thought of sending them to the trash to never be seen again didn’t sit right with him. 

 Instead he found himself saving them to his Cloud app. They would be safe there, hidden amongst his thousands of other photos and documents. You had only said to delete them from your messages to not leave a trace, so this was still technically okay. He couldn’t think about the morality of it for too long or otherwise his conscience might disagree.

He quickly deleted the pictures from your texts and closed his eyes.

“You alright over there?” Seokjin asked, “You’ve been quiet since the mission assignment. But not, like, normal quiet.”

“Yeah, just have a headache,” Yoongi lied, carefully adjusting his throbbing dick in his pants.

“Hey the game’s starting!” Hoseok called, and the boys turned their attention to the TV. 

While the announcer went on the normal spiel, Yoongi’s mind couldn’t escape the photos. For minutes he fought the urge to check his phone, but the growing boner had other plans. One more peek wouldn’t hurt, he argued.

He went to his Cloud, and found the 3 images resting at the top. He clicked them one by one, eyes caressing every pixel. His dick fought even harder against his underwear, begging for his assistance. 

The fever of the game came to a peak when all the boys erupted in cheers. Yoongi jumped in his seat, seeing the others yell as the players ran across the screen. 

It was nearing impossible to think. Yoongi suddenly stood up from the couch. He positioned his phone before the tent in his pants as he walked out of the living room.

“Where you goin? It’s just getting good!” Jimin called.

Yoongi hurried to his bathroom and opened the pictures again. He couldn’t undo his pants fast enough, and when he finally sprang free and wrapped his fingers around his cock he let out a shuttered breath. He stroked himself as he took in the pictures and everything they had to offer. Seeing the space between your thick thighs made precum dribble to his knuckles. He wanted to take you in the shower and feel you for real. He stroked himself faster. 

The way you squeezed one of your breasts in your hands caused him to hold in a moan. The final picture was his favorite. The arch of your back as it led to your ass made his heart beat violently. He envisioned the time he fucked you from the back. The view of it bouncing back on him as you were pressed against the telescope made his eyes flutter close as he felt himself unwinding. He almost missed the toilet paper as he came moments later.

Yoongi took a deep breath and looked at his reflection. He was flushed and drained. It took every ounce of energy and self-respect to fix himself and return to the living room.

“Took you long enough, you missed the best free-throw of the season,” Namjoon said through a mouthful of pizza. 

Yoongi flopped back on the sofa next to Hoseok. He felt dirty, like they could all smell his shame and fresh orgasm.

“Finally a commercial. Their entire defense needs to be benched...dude, are you looking at porn while I’m sitting right here?!” Hoseok screeched.

“What-?” Out of habit, Yoongi had gone to look at his phone again. But upon unlocking it, the image of your ass covered the entire screen. 

Yoongi scrambled to close the app, but his fingers couldn’t work fast enough. In his frenzy he fumbled and dropped the phone onto the cushions.

“Hey, don’t be stingy,” Hoseok said, swooping in and kicking the phone off the sofa before Yoongi could grab it. He leaped away to put distance between them, eyes going wide, “Damn. This isn’t porn. The shitty quality and angle is pointing to personal nudes.”

Yoongi leaped off the sofa and went towards Hoseok.

“Let me be the judge of that,” Jimin said. Hoseok threw the phone across the room, and he plucked it from the air over Yoongi’s head.

Jimin whistled, “Shit...now this is how you take nudes.”

“Jimin. I’m not fucking playing with you give it b-”

“Wait, there’s more!” he cackled, scrolling through the others. He didn’t even look at Yoongi as he evaded him, jumping over the sofa and coffee table. He paused, eyes going wide as he swallowed. “Goddamn. She’s fine. What did you do to deserve nudes like this? Hey, look at this.”

Jimin jumped over to where Seokjin and Namjoon were standing. The oldest shifted to get a better look and Namjoon took his glasses off.

“Sheesh…” Seokjin’s mouth felt suddenly dry, “No wonder why you weren’t watching the game!”

Namjoon licked his lips, “Who’s even sending you these?”

Yoongi stormed over, but the leader took an instinctive step back, “Don’t fucking worry about it. Namjoon, give it back.”

Namjoon looked at the photo and then back at Yoongi, forehead creased with questions. Jimin snatched the phone from his hands.

“Yoongi got a girlfwend?” he asked in a baby voice.

“Give. It. Back.”

He didn’t dare go to Jimin again, he knew he’d only pass it to Hoseok.

“I mean he didn’t say no,” Seokjin added.

“Aww, why so bashful?” Hoseok doubled over in laughter. 

Yoongi stood in the middle of the room, fists clenched by his side. He was nearly shaking with anger, and he met eyes with Namjoon who was the only one not howling like an idiot.

“Jimin, chill out. Hand him the phone back. The game is back on,” Namjoon said.

“Fuck the game, this is the best thing to happen all day!”

“Give it back or I’ll hang your entrails from the ceiling fan. Every single one of you," Yoongi seethed.

“Oh, be realistic. You can’t kill all of us,” he rolled his eyes.

Yoongi reached into the drawer under the coffee table and pulled out a trailing point combat knife.

“I’ll start with you,”

Jimin squinted, “Bullshit.”

 Without hesitation, he threw the blade and made it land squarely in the opposite wall. Jimin touched his ear, and then looked down at his hand to see specks of blood from where Yoongi had clipped him. 

Jimin’s shoulders dropped and after a moment of consideration he tossed the phone over.

“Learn to take a joke, asshole.”

Yoongi’s cheeks burned red, and the others cleared the way as he stomped back to his room and slammed the door.

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You woke up when your head hit the car window.

“Shit,” you breathed, holding the sore spot in your groggy haze.

“Could you hit any more potholes, Jin? Fuck…” Yoongi cursed, sleep coating his voice.

“Wow, finally some company,” Seokjin said, “You’re acting like I made the damn roads, stop complaining.”

The three of you had begun your journey a little over an hour ago. Trees whizzed by your windows, and metropolitan skylines were slowly replaced with endless meadows and forests.  

“Just when I thought we’d seen every inch of this region,” you said, “we end up in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.”

Seokjin snorted, fiddling with the screen on his dashboard, “Heads up, we should be arriving in 5 minutes.”

You went to your weapons case and strapped a few knives and a glock to your belt. From the passenger seat, you looked in the rearview mirror back at Yoongi. His earlier words had been his only ones all day. Even when you had been picked up for the mission, he barely spared you more than a head nod. He sat in his seat, looking out the window at the passing greenery, unblinking. 

You nudged Seokjin and tilted your head towards the man in the back.

Seokjin shrugged, ‘He’s been like that all day,’ he mouthed.

He didn’t look upset, but more pensive than anything. As if he was trapped in his thoughts without a way to escape.

“Alright we’re here,” Seokjin stopped the car on the side of a desolate road in the middle of the forest. 

“Uh...where’s the cabin?” you asked.

“I forgot no one checks the mission coordinates anymore but me,” he sighed, “Well, this is as far as the road will let me go. My GPS is saying the cabin is about half a mile that way.”

He pointed through the thick trees at nothing,

“So you want us to...walk.”

“I know it’s not ideal, but it's not that far.”

The distance wasn’t your issue. From the look of the sky, the sun would be setting in a few minutes, and you would rather not walk through the woods in pitch blackness.

The three of you stepped out of the van. Seokjin grabbed a few drones from the trunk and after pressing some buttons, released them into the sky toward the cabin. He honestly hated the drones, but because the targets likely didn’t have a security system to be hacked, he had to survey the mission with what devices he had. 

“I’ll be checking in,” he waved as you both began the hike, “You got this, piece of cake like always.”

The leaves crunched under your shoes as you walked in silence for a couple hundred meters. The darkness of night was beginning to catch up to you. You felt the animals scurry past your feet in their haste. 

You turned to Yoongi, face overcasted by shadows.

“You okay?” you asked, “You’ve been quiet.”

He didn’t say anything, and you wondered if he would respond at all until he finally muttered.

“I’m fine. Just have a lot on my mind,” he looked straight ahead.

“Is it classes? The mission? It should be an easy one like Seokjin and Mr. Kim said,” you pried.

“I just can’t wait for the day to be over.”

You nodded, “I understand. I was wondering why they dispatched us for this mission, you know? I know that they sometimes like to test different combinations, but having two specialized combat positions for such a small call doesn’t make much sense to me.” 

“I was wondering the same thing.”

“You know The Academy though, it’s probably just some sort of test.”

“Well then that’s pretty fucked up.”

You waited on him to elaborate, but the conversation drifted to another hush. 

 “Well...if you ever want to talk about it, just know I’m here if you feel like sharing.”

“‘kay.”

After a few minutes of painful silence, you both saw a light in the distance. You slowed down, taking in the neglected cabin. The wood was covered in moss, hanging together by a few bolts. It appeared to have been forgotten amongst the woods. You couldn’t imagine life inside.

“She’s a beauty, right?” you said, hidden in the shadows behind the trees, “Jin, we made it.”

“Great. I can see you both. Look up,” you glanced up at the night sky, and a drone came to hover over your heads.

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, “So there’s three we need to take out. You sure they’re in there?”

“I don’t see anyone, but the lights are on. In the call, Mr. Kim said that they hadn’t left in a few days. From the notes, they just went in with a big crate and haven’t even gone outside since.”

A shadow suddenly went past the window, so quick it was almost unnoticeable.

“I saw someone,” he said.

You checked the weapons on your belt, “You ready?”

He nodded, “Make it clean, make it quick. Let’s go.”

You stalked towards the cabin, mere silhouettes in the dark. 

“That window looks easy to open-” you whispered, but Yoongi was already making his way to the back door. You stopped, confused by his overly eager choice, but rushed to catch up. When you approached the door, Yoongi reared back and kicked the flimsy wood in. It burst open loudly, and you both charged into what appeared to be the kitchen. One of the drones flew inside. A man stood at the stove, bread in his hand as he turned to you both. 

“Now, wait what the f-” 

You recognized his face from the photos. Yoongi began to move towards him, but you were already in motion. With a few quick strides you closed the distance. You took the blade from your belt and made a fluid slash across the throat. It was seamless with no splatters- an angle you had worked to master for some time now. His body slumped down, joining the shadows casted on the wooden floor.

Yoongi looked down at the body, “I had it, you know.”

“Didn’t know you had claimed him, I was just trying to get it done. I’ll let you take the next one,” you said carefully.  

He took in the nearly empty interior. No one else was in sight, and it was quieter than expected. You heard some faint motion close by, though it was hard to pinpoint.

You both slowly rounded the corner to see a door with steps leading downwards.

“Pat, hurry the hell up! We’re gonna start without you!” a voice called from the basement. Soon after came the sound of whimpers and muffled screams. 

Footsteps led up towards you as someone climbed the stairs.

“God dammit, every time. Get down here!” said a man with a buzz cut. He froze when he saw you at the top of the stairs. Before he could react, Yoongi planted a foot in his chest, making the man fall and tumble down the stairs.

You rushed down, stepping over his groaning body at the base of the steps.

“Why wouldn’t you just take him out…then?” you began to ask your squad mate. Your hand was on your belt, ready to take out the man at the bottom of the stairs when you turned to see the rest of the basement instead. You felt your blood run cold at the sight before you. 

In the basement was the 3rd target, a ceremonial mask covering his eyes. He was fiddling with the restraints of a woman sitting naked on the floor. They sat in the middle of a circle painted by what you had assumed to be blood. 

“What the fuck?!” the masked man blurted. He jumped up, running towards a shotgun in the corner of the room. Before he could reach it you threw one of your knives. It landed in his hand, pinning him to the wall.

Yoongi stood by the steps, immobile with wide eyes. You followed his gaze to the woman. Her eyes had been covered with a scarf and mouth gagged with a rag. She cried, balling up on the floor to hide from the new unseen horrors she heard. On her wrist, a red circle glistened under the lights.

“Seokjin...the targets have a victim here,” you said tightly.

“What?!” the drone came down the stairs and paused next to you, “Oh god. The crate. She was here this whole time.”

“What the fuck do we do?!”

“I’ll call the police.”

“Police?! This can’t be a job for the Cleanup Crew?!”

“I’m already dispatching the cops. This wasn’t a part of the plan but they’ll take care of her. Just finish the job and get the hell out of there!”

Yoongi’s breathing was shallow. His legs shook under him as if they would give out at any minute. His vision never broke from the woman, eyes zeroed in with a laser focus. 

Behind him there was a quick motion. The man at the stairs had picked up an axe, ready to swing at your squad mate. Yoongi didn’t move, unaware of his surroundings.

“Yoongi, watch out!” Seokjin warned.

 You reached for the gun in your belt and fired two shots to the man’s forehead. 

The shots snapped Yoongi out of his haze. He jumped, and turned to see the body tumble behind him. He looked at you in awe. 

“I…” he tried, lost for words.

The final man had pulled the knife from his hand and slumped against the wall.

“Who are you?! W-who sent you?!” his voice shook. 

Yoongi faced him slowly, jaw taut and far away. He advanced across the floor, closing the distance between them as the masked man screamed to spare his life.

Yoongi crouched down, eye level with him. He pulled the mask away, exposing a thin face and pleading eyes. Yoongi went for the long knife at his side. 

“Please. Please, I’m begging you…”

Yoongi plunged the knife into the target’s chest. It went deep, piercing his heart. The man’s eyes went out of focus as life left him. Yoongi pulled the stained knife out, but didn’t place it back in his belt. He lurched the weapon forward again and again, stabbing so many times you lost count. He grunted with every dig long after the man had stilled. Crimson slowly spread across the man’s white shirt. 

“Woah, stop!” you screamed. You grabbed his arm and pushed him back, “What the hell are you doing? It’s over!”

Yoongi’s face twisted in pain. He was shaking, looking at the body infront of him with a sense of stunning realization. Time caught up to him and the room realigned in his vision. He closed his eyes to collect himself.

He dropped the knife to grab his head.

The woman on the floor continued to cry, hyperventilating as she tried to force words through the gag. You moved over to her and she flinched. She looked to be in her late 20s- not much older than you if you had to guess. You racked your brain for a solution- you couldn’t take off her blindfold because then she would see your faces. If the cops were coming, you didn’t want to involve her with the repercussions of that, especially when The Academy would be involved. Though at the same time, you didn’t want to leave her stranded and tied up in the house with three dead bodies. 

“Um, you guys, the police are here. They just pulled up about 100 meters behind me and are walking to the cabin now,” Seokjin said, “Get out while you can.”

“Shit,” you breathed. You slowly went to grab the rag from the woman’s mouth, and she craned away, “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re safe. We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Please get me out of here. Please...” she cried.

“Okay, we will! They can’t hurt you anymore. The police are coming. Just let me untie you first,” you went to undo the rope, but paused, “But when I do I need you to stay calm and leave your blindfold on.”

“L-leave it on?” she asked, head whipping from side to side in her confusion.

“Trust me. If you can’t do that, I can’t untie you.”

“Okay,” she said, weakly.

With one glide of your knife she was free. She touched at the mark at her arm and her face contorted in agony at the burn. You could only imagine her suffering those few days.

“We gotta go!” you called to Yoongi, helping the young woman to her feet, “Now!” 

Yoongi eventually pushed himself off the floor with unstable legs. He reached for a blanket hanging from the back of a chair, and handed it to you. You wrapped it around her as you guided her quickly up the stairs and past the men on the floor.

“Wh-who are you? Oh, god. Where are we going?” she struggled to hold herself up, and you and Yoongi supported most of her weight as you walked through the cabin.

“We’re just going outside,” you finally made it to the front porch, and she flinched when she was met with the night chill. You sat her down. Two drones glided outside and into the trees.

“So what now?” Yoongi whispered uneasily, “Do we just leave her here?”

“He said they’re on their way. She-” in the dark you heard rustling and voices. They weren’t too close, but earshot for you was close enough. You bent to her level, “Hey, the police are almost here. We’re gonna leave. Just...don’t uncover your eyes until we do.”

“Wait, no where am I? Don’t leave,” she pleaded.

“We’re just on the porch. We have to. I’m sorry.”

She moved her head to follow your voices, “Thank you. Thank you so much-”

“I see it!” called an officer in the distance.

With a final rub to her shoulder, you and Yoongi jumped off the porch and bolted into the dark forest. Looking back, you saw a group of officers run to the porch to assess her. She had taken off her blindfold and was looking around in a daze.

More officers were coming, and you both tried to run in silence while not being seen by their flashlights. You could barely see your hand in front of your face, the moon above your only guide. You ran hard, trying to not bump into trees while also checking the constellations above for the right directions.

Suddenly a flashlight crossed your vision, and Yoongi yanked you behind a tree. 

You worked to catch your breath and listened for the officers to pass.

“Are we going the right way?” you whispered to him. He didn’t answer, instead looking at you with the same spacey, glazed stare from earlier, “What? And what the hell was that about back there anyway?”  

“You saved my life…” he responded, his voice dreamy. His eyebrows joined together, relaying a focus that he didn’t seem to have. He seemed far away, but appeared to truly see you for the first time all night. 

“Yeah, but Yoongi that wasn’t the question.” 

Using his grip on your arm, he pulled you into him. His lips crashed onto yours in a messy, hard kiss. His hand went to tangle in your hair, knuckles meeting the root. You fought to understand in your haze. He grabbed your waist and tugged your body closer. You could feel the metal of the knives on his belt at your stomach, and it snapped you back.

You pushed his hand down and moved your face away.

“Yoongi, wh-”

 Just then, there was a whiz above your heads as a drone flew above and past you. Both of you watched as it disappeared in the direction of Seokjin’s car. You met eyes again, but this time his expression mirrored the panic you felt. 

“Oh no...” he muttered.

You didn’t want to think too much, only make it back to the car. If you really assessed the situation in your head, you knew you’d crumble. 

You burst out running again, following the drone all the way until you saw the road. It was lit with shining police lights, and you finally saw the van hidden in the line of trees far ahead. When you reached it, you yanked open the door and threw yourselves inside.

“Finally!” Seokjin put the car in drive and whipped the wheel back out onto the road. As he fiddled with the navigation, you watched for any differences in his behavior. He sighed, “That was not supposed to happen.”

“What?” you blurted.

“What? The girl! Was she okay?”

“Okay? No. But the police got her,” you groaned, remembering, “The police. We called the fucking police to the sight of our mission.”

The Academy's Cleanup Crew always came after your missions to get rid of the mess and any evidence the squad may have left behind. The targets always simply “disappeared”. So calling the police to the scene before Cleanup could handle it was a nightmare in it’s own.

“I know, I know. It seems bad and it’s going to be a headache for me later but we had to do it for her. The Academy will probably have to make contact with local law enforcement again to cover our tracks, but they shouldn’t get her involved too much.”

“I really hope so,” you said.

“She...didn’t see you right?” he asked. You shook your head, “Good. That would have been a whole other problem.”

You used the rearview mirror to look at Yoongi. He was expressionless, and Seokjin followed your gaze, “Yoongi, you okay back there? Back at the mission…” you held your breath, “...it seemed like you lost focus. It was a bit of an...overkill, you think?”

You could tell Seokjin was trying to tread lightly. Though you wondered the same, as neither had seen such pointed aggression and bloodlust on a mission. Killing was always matter of fact- one and done. Never something to revel and bask in for too long.

“I just forgot where I was. That’s all,” was his reply.

The landscape turned into city, and Seokjin cursed when he saw his gas was low. He pulled into a dim gas station, and fiddled with a screen on a computer. It showed the woods and the cabin, and you watched as you stormed in after Yoongi kicked open the door.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Just making sure the drones picked up and recorded the feed from the mission,” Seokjin responded, absentminded as he clicked around.

“You recorded it?” you tried to remain calm, but you heard your voice climb an octave, “I thought you just watched in the moment.”

“Yeah I do but I can’t catch everything.”

“So...do you record with all of the drones?”

He snorted, “Duh, I use them to track patterns for my logs, you know that. And with the police involved this time, this footage will be really useful to me and The Academy later.” 

“Of course,” you said, “Jin, I really need to be back home soon, could we hurry.”

He gave you a look, “Uh, sure.”

Seokjin got out to pump the gas and you looked between him and the monitor. 

“Hey! While you’re out, could you go inside the convenience store and get me some chips or something. I’m really hungry.”

He scoffed “Who do you think I am? No. Get it yourself.”

“Please! You’re already outside. The mission took a lot out of me. I didn’t eat all day,” you begged, “Please, I’ll love you forever.”

He took a deep breath, “What flavor?”

“Surprise me.”

He muttered to himself as he walked toward the store. You shot to action, pulling down any tabs to find the right button. 

“Fuck, do you think he saw us?” Yoongi leaned on your seat to get a view of the screen.

“I doubt it. He’s acting too normal.”

“Try that tab!” he reached over you, pointing. Your unease mounted with every word and direction he gave you, “No, not that one! Okay, try that one. Shit, he’s paying at the counter, hurry-”

“Yoongi!” you exploded, “Shut the fuck up!”

“I’m trying to help-”

“You did enough, don’t you think?! Jesus, just...I’ve got it! Give me a break. For fuck’s sake!” 

He sat back down. After exhausting your options, you found a video file with the day’s date on it. You hit ‘Delete all’ and suddenly the video on the screen disappeared. You checked the trash and found nothing. You went to any other obvious folders in the confusing layout of his computer and came up empty.

You looked up to see Seokjin walking towards the car and you quickly restarted the laptop. 

He opened the door and dropped two bags into your lap, “I didn’t know if you liked sour cream and onion or honey butter so I got both. Hey, what happened to my computer?”

“Thanks! Oh, it just restarted out of nowhere. It said something about needing an update and then just turned off.”

“What? No…” when it rebooted he went to his files. He searched in silence for a bit, face etched in confusion, “No, no, no. The footage from today’s mission is gone!”

“Huh? How?” you feigned, going to check for yourself.

“How does that even happen? I was sure I had it saved.”

“Damn, I’m sorry,” you said, “Is that the only copy you have?”

“Unfortunately. This day couldn’t get any worse.” 

He pulled off from the gas station and continued back to the city. The whole time, ranting about his shitty computer and The Academy needing to give him another version. You grunted in agreement, and Yoongi remained silent the rest of the ride home. 

___________________

After dodging her for months, it finally happened.

She couldn’t be more ecstatic when you said you were free for the night, jumping into action immediately with ideas of how to spend your time. It wasn’t like you had much else to do. 

A few days had passed since the last mission in the woods, and you’d like to think you were doing a good job avoiding your squad members. You didn’t have anything against all of them, but being in their presence after the night you had was the last thing you wanted. It was rare to not hang out at least every other day, but the time alone was needed. You saw them in class and went straight home after despite their questions and protests. More and more unread and unanswered texts were piling up in your phone. You knew everything was alright- if they really needed you, you would know. You knew them too well.  According to the text previews, you picked up that they went to grab drinks at the bar about an hour ago. A part of you wished you had gone, but the other knew the break was needed. So on this break, you finally gave Luna a shot. Spending the entire evening with the girl you hadn’t had a conversation longer than 5 minutes with was beyond your comfort zone. 

Luna’s idea was to bake dessert. Consequently, you spent the time shuffling around each other in the small kitchen as she led the whole operation. She did most of the work, and you handed her ingredients as she rattled off. You learned that she was an Environmental Sustainability major. You honestly felt bad. You had been living with the girl for months and didn’t even know what she was going to school for. 

You also learned that she really wasn’t that bad. She talked a lot, but she seemed to mean well. She was an only child like you, was allergic to cats, and hated the head cell biology professor with a passion. When you were both sitting on the living room floor borderline wine drunk and stuffed on cake, she only got more animated.

“He’s the worst! I kid you not, he almost made me drop out!” she cried. Her face was getting redder with every sip.

“Was he just a hard grader?” you laughed.

“Yeah but he also had the nerve to lecture and not share the slides online! If you missed 3 classes you just failed. He would embarrass you if you missed an answer,“ she counted off with her fingers. “Just trash!”

“He had the coffee breath too, right?”

She pointed at you, “Yes! The coffee breath! How could I forget that?! He made me want to break his nose then my own. Wait, did you have him too? What class?”

You shook your head. It felt a bit heavier than usual in your tipsiness, “I didn’t, but my friend Jin did and he said the same thing.”

“Ah, he’s in that group of guys you always hang out with, right?” you nodded, “How did you guys become friends? I’ve always wondered that.”

You shifted“I don’t know, we’ve just known each other for a really long time. We went through our more formative years together and just never let the other go.” 

It may have been the wine, but you felt a pang of regret for ignoring them. Maybe you were doing too much. 

“How can you stand being around them all day? They’re all so...hot,” she said, “You’ve never dated any of them before? Hooked up with them? None of them?”

“N-no, nothing like that. I can’t.”

“You can't?” She raised her brow, smirking, “Ah, so you would if you could?”

“No! They’re like my best friends, I couldn’t do it.”

“Not even the angry looking one that slept over that time?”

You stiffened, “You know about that?”

“Yeah, sorry I didn’t know it was a secret. I just saw him leaving one morning and assumed you were dating or something.”

“No, no, it’s not a secret or anything like that,” you rushed, “He had to sleep over because of the bad rain the night before. We’re just friends but its…”

“Complicated?” she asked.

“I mean...,” you laughed, “we’re just not really talking right now. But we’re still just friends.”

She tilted her head, looking at you with a wistful smile, “It's obvious they mean a lot to you.”

“They do. I couldn’t make it without them.”

Luna reached out to twirl a strand of hair between her fingers. Her gaze was suddenly intense as she held your eyes, “________, you’re a beautiful independent woman. You can make it without a man.” 

Her stare was unnerving. The stoniness in her voice made a chill run up your back.

“I know, I’m just saying,” you turned your face away, laughing to hide your discomfort.

Your phone buzzed against your lap and you gave in to check. You wish you hadn’t.

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Yoongi: you home?

              I know you see my messages

              don’t ignore me

You: why what do you want?

Yoongi: I’m coming by

You: again, why?

Yoongi: I just want to talk

              Pls

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You put your phone back down and sighed. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear, right? The friend I’ve been avoiding is coming over and it looks like I can’t put it off anymore. I’m sorry...”

Luna pouted, “Ah, I see. Well it’s okay. It was fun to hang out while we could.”

You nodded, “Yeah, this was pretty great.”

There was a knock on the door. It was sooner than you expected. You pushed yourself off from the floor and went to the door. Yoongi stood on the other side, hands in his pockets and looking unusually hesitant.

You didn’t spare eye contact or words as you waved him in.

“Hey!” Luna waved from her spot on the floor. She gave you a knowing look.

You cleared your throat, “Luna, this is Yoongi. You met him before.”

Yoongi gave a tight smile, “Hi.”

“Ah, right! I’ve seen you around before. I went to your apartment that one time, right?”

His eyebrows furrowed, “Um, yeah, that was my place.”

You led Yoongi back to your room and Luna called after him, “Nice to see you again!”

When you closed the door there was an expected silence. You turned to really look at him for the first time. His eyes were glassy and his entire face was tinted-red. You realized he reeked of alcohol. 

You looked him up and down, “Jesus, are you drunk? Do the boys know you’re over here?”

He just shook his head as he walked to your bed. He didn’t usually drink much, and when he did he was always one to at least act the most sober. 

He tossed himself across the mattress, putting an arm over his eyes. He tapped the space next to him, an invitation. You placed your phone on your desk and sat on the edge of the bed. You contemplated calling one of the boys to come get him, but you knew all the questions would be redirected to you. 

“What did you want to talk about, Yoongi?”

“Not yet,” he said. “I just want to stay like this for a while.”

You stared at him, but he stayed still. You went to stand up, and his free hand went to wrap around your waist, pulling you to lay beside him. 

You were pressed against his body and began to push away despite how good him and his sweater felt against you, “We shouldn’t do this. You said you wanted to talk, so what?”

“Please,” he breathed, “Just stay.”

You relaxed, giving in only for a bit. He held on tight, arm still firm around you. You suddenly became aware of the state the wine had left you in. You were doing a better job of holding yourself together than him, but having his arms around you mixed with your own looseness was a combo your subconscious was too eager to accept. His breathing was steady as your ear rested on his chest, and after a while you thought he had fallen asleep. The ceiling fan whooshed above you, and as you waited the hypnotic spin made you lose track of time.

  His voice broke the hush of the room.

“I’m so sorry, ______.”

“You gotta be more specific.”

“I meant what I said. I forgot where I was.”

“Yoongi, I can’t say he didn’t deserve it, but that’s never been us. You know that,” you gulped, “What happened?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know,” you repeated.

 “I don’t. I went too far. I feel like...like I left myself,” he said in a low voice. Though you were unbearably close, he sounded so far away, “I swear I had no control for the first time ever. It was wrong. I know that. I couldn’t stop.”

“But...why?”

 “I just lost sight of the mission. I put you in a bad place and you had to pick up the slack for my psychotic break, or whatever the hell that was, and I feel like shit for it. Hell, you had to save my life because I couldn’t fucking handle myself,” his voice broke as he desperately pushed the words out. “And the kiss,” he groaned. “I fucked up so bad. And you handled that too. It was a close call and it was all my fault. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. But I want to thank you for stopping me.”

It wasn’t lost on you that he didn’t really answer your question. In all of your years of knowing each other, you never knew him to be someone to lay his heart and regrets plain out on display for just anyone. Whether it was the alcohol or sheer pain that drove him to it, you didn’t know, but it was unsettling. You just wanted to know why. “I’m sorry for snapping at you like that.”

“I deserved every bit of that and more. I didn’t hold up my end at all, I just made problems.”

“I meant what I said earlier too, you know.”

“What?”

Your arms went to wrap around his waist before you could stop yourself. He relaxed in your arms and you couldn’t let go. 

“Back in the forest. I’m still here if you need to talk, you know. We’re friends after all, Yoongi. I just don’t want you to hold that shit in if you don’t have to,” you moved your head to look up at him.

A painful smile made its way to him.

Yoongi went to nuzzle his nose in your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed until he whined.

“I wanna stay like this forever.”

You went stiff, “Forever? You know we...can’t.”

“I can dream can’t I?” 

He didn’t seem to get it. If in his dreams he saw you being this way forever, he was more far gone than you believed.

He looked you over again, “You don’t want this forever?”

There was such sadness in his glazed eyes, it would hurt you too to say what you should have said. Instead you stayed quiet.

“I know it's wrong, I know there are rules, but I like us this way.”

“Don’t…”

“Why?” it was his turn to ask, lips grazing your warm neck.

“You know why...we just can’t.”

“But you like to be with me like this too, right?”

You didn’t even have to ask what “like this” meant.

“I don’t think either of us are in the right head space to make that call.”

“Beyond the fucking. This is something we can do more. Hell, is it so wrong to want to hold you?”

“It-it just blurs the lines even more,” you stammered when his nose traced your collarbone.

“Screw the blurred lines. Screw The Academy. I like us like this, _____. And secretly, I think you do too.”

You felt yourself short-circuiting, “I think the lines are important because without them I can’t understand what this is.”

He stopped to search your face again, “Well what do you understand?”

His eyes were so deep. When you answered you were trapped in them, “That I like this more than I should.”

When the answer left you, there was a curse in your sober subconscious. Though seeing his face soften from the wounded mask he wore earlier almost made you forgive yourself. Almost.  

It happened slowly, unlike the others. You watched each other, letting your words hang in the air before the other moved. You were the first to close the distance, Yoongi soon followed. When your lips met in the middle there was no rushed crash, no hurry driven by lust. He held your cheek in the most gentle way. Your lips pressed against his, and for the first time there was no fight for dominance. Your hand went to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer in your already tight position. He rolled himself over you, holding himself up with both hands on either side of your head. Yoongi looked you over for a second before dipping his lips back to yours. 

You rolled over again, your knees on either side of his torso as you straddled him. You grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him again. His hands went to your back, skin burning under his fingertips. You went to grab at the bottom of your shirt, and he stopped you.

“You don’t have to, you know?” he said, eyes searching yours.

“But I want to.”

He moved his hand and you raised your huge t-shirt above your head and discarded it onto the floor.

The look he gave you was one of such unfiltered admiration it scared you. His gaze raked across your naked upper body. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he proclaimed in such a way your face became hot. 

He pulled you down to him again. His large hands traced up your thigh slowly, making you remember your revealing shorts. His touch lit a flame under your skin wherever he touched. Though it wasn’t entirely desire that you felt. This was different. Something that made your chest feel warm and butterflies dance in the pit of your stomach. 

“Was that the front door?” he suddenly asked.

“No,” you quickly dismissed him, groaning when his lips went back to your neck. The growing wetness in your panties was a distraction, but you tried your best to listen through your labored breaths.

He sighed, the puff tickling the sensitive skin. He whispered, nearly soundless “Shit...I just like you so much.”

You froze. 

You slowly pushed yourself up. Looking down at him, even through the alcohol he seemed to know he had crossed a line.

“You what?”

_________________

When Jungkook left the bar with the others, he was surprisingly sober. He had downed 3 beers and a tequila shot without an issue and was actually disappointed. Getting wasted would have been nice considering the trash week of classes he was having and not remembering the grade he just got on his last quiz would have been the cherry on top. 

“What’s been going on with him anyways? You all noticed, right?” Hoseok asked, arm around Namjoon’s shoulder.

“How could we not? He barely said shit the whole night,” Jimin said, “How do you get shitfaced and then get up and leave? That’s just sad.”

“Did he even say where he was going?” Taehyung asked.

“No, but it's not like we have to worry about him handling himself.”

“I should check on him,” Namjoon said, “He’s been acting off for almost a week.”

“Check on _____ while you’re at it. She’s been off too.”

“You sure she’s not just finally tired of us? I wouldn’t blame her,” Seokjin said.

The others were making their way back home and Jungkook stopped to linger on the sidewalk. If he continued down this street and made a right, he’d be at your place, he noted. He suddenly remembered what you owed him.

“What?” Taehyung burped.

“You can go back, I’ll catch up later. ________’s still got my baby.”

“Whatever,” he gave a peace sign and ran to catch up to the rest.

 As Jungkook walked under the dim street lights, he couldn’t help but wonder about you. After Yoongi left the bar, Seokjin had told them that the last mission was a rough one, partially because of Yoongi. This wasn’t new though, you had all seen your fair share of fucked up shit over the years. So it didn’t make sense for you to ignore everyone for days on end over it.

He looked at the texts he had sent you. None of them were opened.

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Jungkook: Stop ignoring me I’m coming over rn

                  U better be home

                   If not im breaking in 😜

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

When he finally made it to your place, he pounded on the door. When it opened he readied to walk in, but he stopped when he saw the person on the other side.

“Hi?” Luna asked.

Jungkook forgot she lived there too, “‘Sup?”

“Oh, you’re _________’s friend, right?”

“Yeah, is she here?”

“Yeah, come in,” Luna stepped aside as Jungkook took his shoes off, leaving them beside a pair that was too big for either of the girls that lived there. He didn’t notice, “She might be a little busy though.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows joined in confusion. Like that actually mattered to him, “Uh, okay? Where is she?”

Luna pointed down the hall, “Back in her room.”

“Cool, thanks.”

Luna went back to her own room and Jungkook followed her directions down the dark hallway. He had to stop himself from salivating as he pictured what was soon to be his. He seized the handle of your door and thrust it forward.

“Ha! Can’t ignore me now, can you?”

He blinked a few times thinking something would change. In the time void the bedroom had become, everything stayed the same. 

You were still mounting Yoongi. 

Yoongi still held a handful of your ass. 

Your bodies were still entangled in the sheets. 

You were still topless. 

The scene never changed. 

But Jungkook wished it had. 

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[stonerbughead]

Maria watches friday night lights (#28)

5x05 here we go!

click below for all my nonsense:

“It’s the path to salvation, gentlemen.” Lol love me an Eric Taylor-ism!

Eric is...grilling meat in his office..???... while talking to Vince about his parents and TMU tryna recruit illegally?! What is the south 🤷🏻‍♀️

Holy shit, they have to play a team 250 miles away? Wild. We love an away game episode. Omg Buddy Jr.’s style....such a douchey time sartorially.

“Play Taylor Ball wooooo!” OMFG this dude is WILD, I know he’s been a coach for awhile but damn.

Ooooh Jess and Vince flirting before they get on the bus!!! Cuties.

Awww Tami keeps trying to call Julie, so sad. My heart! she just misses her daughter.

Awww is Tami making a friend? Girls’ weekend! Yes she deserves it

Lol the freestyling on the bus, amazing (with an extra lol @ Eric trying time sleep while they’re rhyming)

Omg and now of course the bus is pulled over on the side of the road! Classic!

“Triple A is for women. We’re men we don’t ask for directions and we fix our own cars.” EW BILLY toxic masculinity express

I know Jess asked for this job but like ew ten dudes peeing on the side of the road and you’re the only vagina owner around for miles? Help!

Ew Julie this romance is an awful decision, and why is this fully grown man flirting with her at a poetry reading and trying to get her to leave to get...fry bread with him? Ew.

Oh wow they’re literally going to Kingdom, Texas. Welcome East Dillon Loins. Lol Eric told the front desk to look into it 😂

Omg Eric is so confused by the hotel’s key cards 😭 I’m dying! this is so funny with the team being typical teenage boys in the background.

Billy as a coach is too much. “Get pissed!!!!!” “Tomorrow night I will be given satisfaction. Is that understood?” “Coach.” “Yeah?” “This is supposed to be a walk through.” “We’re done.” Stop it😂

lol the detail of the one woman with kids fleeing the hotel pool as soon as the thirty teenage boys jump in? so good and accurate.

I feel like this deal with Vince and his dad and Eric isn’t gonna work out...

I hate this TA! “oh I’m so *quirky* with my fry bread place I found by ‘getting lost’.” Yeah Buddy you also stalked a freshman girl to a poetry reading and whisked her away from her studies. Smh!

Oh wow I love how they show that Eric can hear Tinker, Vince, and Luke like right away, standing outside the hotel.

“It’s too damn quiet. I miss my cop cars and crackheads.” Me when I’m out of the city for too long lol

This is a wholesome talk, reminds me of the riggins-saracen field talks before big games.

Omg Tinker took mini bar shit and watched porn? Dying 😂 “My roommate’s in there having a film festival rn so let me tell him to stop.”

Wow these kingdom assholes are talking so much shit!! And the refs aren’t doing anything!!

Did someone just say “go back to Africa?” to them?!?! Jesus Christ mask off huh? Fuck these racists!

Oh gr8, Karl from TMU in Vince’s dad’s ear, I’m sure that’ll end well.

Yesss East Dillon!!! Take it back!

“I’m glad you won your game, but I need you to calm it down.” Knew this front desk guy would show up again.

Aw poor Jess got pussyblocked by the team. Boooo

Ew Julie’s still driving around in the car with this douchebag who’s “showing her how to get lost” and has now said the line “I can’t stay out much longer, I need to work on my thesis” two times??? Get out of here, this dude is a corny creep!

Ew now creepy Derek is talking about him and his wife Alison who “like each other but don’t love each other” or “the other way around.”

But at least julie’s mentioned Matt now...he is not just a guy in Chicago! Ew this is gross.

“Quit getting grease on the cards.” Lol Buddy is too much.

Where did Hastings take them lol

“All the way to State,” Vince and Luke in the trailer. Awww.

Aw, Tami having her girls’ night! “I’ve been drinking.” “I’m with laurel, and we’ve been drinking.” “What are y’all wearing?” “Okay I gotta go now.” LMAOOO

“This man called me his brother and last year he punched me in the face.” Lol Luke and Vince really have come so far.

Drunk Luke is so funny omfggg and damn! Buddy Jr. managed to make out with someone? I’m impressed.

“I would walk through fire for you guys.” “That’s love.” Omg no Hastings looking at the actual bonfire and saying “you would?” Don’t make him prove it!!

“Is one of you Julie Taylor?” OMG IS THIS THE WIFE???

“No no no. You’re not special, you’re not the first.” Damn Alison, you’re yelling “Julie Taylor is a slut” all through the library but also like why are you still married to this guy who preys on 18 year olds? once a cheater always a cheater I am just AH!

Omg what! are they branding Luke?? Ew

“Doesn’t look that fun actually.” Same buddy jr, same!

“Idiots.” Correct response, Jess. Poor girl. Didn’t even get laid and now she has to bandage up these hungover teenage boys.

Gracie is soooo cute

Oh nooooo did Julie just come home bc of the TA thing.....oh no....

“Coach, this is my team, I ride home with my team.” Okay Vince 🥺 my heart

Did they almost leave Buddy Jr. behind while he was leaving the “how about that second coming kingdom” thing on the sign?? Ah round of applause when he boards the bus! They’ve all accepted him now! Nice.

“Coach are we home yet?” “Nope but we’re getting there; slowly but surely we’re getting there.” Beautiful. What a show!

[baekwin]

I’m so glad that it seems nice! I hope it stays positive. I know how difficult a negative/positive workplace can totally make a difference in your workday.

My mom and I are watching episode 1 of 100 DMP right now and Kyungsoo is so handsome haha I don’t know how much she’s watching though because she’s on the phone lol

I really liked Selena and was sad to see where it ended but makes sense. My brother was making fun of me since I dislike spoilers but of course I know how Selena ends haha but I was really enjoying it.

I like historical type things and it was interesting to know more about British monarch, even though it’s extremely dramatized lol

Seeing Xiumin cry out for help to Baekhyun was so cute lol I was hoping he would interrupt Kai’s fan meeting but it was still cute nonetheless. What did you think about Amusement Park? and virtual con!!! I’m so buying a ticket <3

I tried to find the chaos, but either I’m not searching correctly or the videos were taken down because I could’ve sworn I found them before.

I wanted to send you a message before the reveal! I have 3 gifsets to be posted starting tomorrow until the 25th! I hope you like them!

Happy holidays!!! - ss anon 🤶🏻

ahh i hope so too! esp since this company is known for being kind of cutthroat (not in a bad way, just everyone is always trying to live up to really high standards) so i was so surprised when my team was just.....really chill 

we finished selena last night!! i was sad that it ended too, but I had seen an interview of christian serratos the day before and she said season 2 was already filmed and i was so confused because I expected it to end wrap up with her death, i didn’t even realize they had split the show up into the group career and her solo career in separate seasons

lmaooo yeah i’m sure it’s so dramatized. i always liked the idea of period dramas and any sort of historical royalty shows, but i never really could get into them :||| in an unfortunate turn of events though i have begun watching the bachelorette this year, something i have literally never done before in my life, and in an effort to not have to avoid spoilers all day my roommate and i are gonna watch tonight’s finale tomorrow morning before work 😂😂😂 i cannot believe us i sWEAR how did we get to this point

omg i loved amusement park so much ;;;;; it is such a soft and comforting song, as much as i love baekhyun’s extra personality i also truly love his voice so so much. it brings me a lot of peace and is kind of my escape and this song just fits that bill so well for me, it’s so dreamy and i feel all my tension just floating away when i listen to it!! plus the video is so pretty. i think i’m gonna buy a ticket to kyoongcon too, we’ll see! I splurged on the new wayv merchandise that ten designed lmao so depends on expenses coming my way soon 

i feel you, i have noticed videos disappearing that i could swear were there before too :( 

aaaaahhhh 3 gifsets?!!?!?? what the heck omg i appreciate that amount of time and effort ;; you’re so sweet, can’t wait for reveal tomorrow friend!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[3inghao]

HI ITS CRUSH ANON AND A LOT OF THINGS HAVE HAPPENED BUT IM SO CONFUSED NOW ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY ANYWAYS !!! so first of all his mom was in town and so she met all of us and then she invited us to dinner (on her !! holy) and only me and another girl could go so it was the four of us LOL and btw his mom is like the best woman in the whole world besides my actual mom LMAOOO shes so nice and generous and smart and young and (1/10)

she would tell us stories about when x was little and she was like yeah hes always been super sweet and he helps take care of his two little brothers and i had him when i was still in undergrad but hes been so responsible and such an old soul that ive been able to finish undergrad and grad and open up my own law firm and like HONESTLY SHES SUCH A BOSS AND I LOVE HER SM but also what ?? a ?? man !!!! LMAOOO like o m g (2/10)

and then yesterday we went to this halloween party really far away but before that we all met in our dorm room to pregame and he got preeettty drunk ,,, but when we actually got there and lined up outside the party he started to like tease me and play around and was super touchy etc and so he like pulled me into hugs and just like did random skinship and i was freaking out but i had to make it seem like i wasnt freaking out bc everyone else was there LMAO (3/10)

and so we finally get inside and theres deafening music and lights etc u get the idea and its so chaotic that we all kinda get separated ,, i was with our other guy friend, and x and the rest of our group (there were like 8 or 9 of us) all got pretty split apart and so we just like danced for maybe like 30 minutes but then one of my roommates grabs me all of a sudden and starts dragging me towards the back of the warehouse near the exit but i didnt want to leave my guy friend alone (4/10)

so i like seize his arm and start dragging him along but then things get mixed up so that my roommate is grabbing my guy friend and hes grabbing her and suddenly im holding like no one ?? LMAO but its kinda chaotic so i start to get a little separated from them and im like fuck how am i gonna find everyone ,, and then !!! i see x bc hes taller than the people around him lol and hes looking for someone/something but then we make eye contact and he starts making his way towards me (5/10)and then i grab his arm (like near his wrist but not his actual wrist) which is what i was doing with my roommate and guy friend ,,,, but then his hand MOVES !!!! AND HE MOVES HIS HAND INTO MINE AND WE ARE HOLDING HANDS LDSAKGJLKSDAHGAKL LIKE FINGERS INTERLOCKED AND EVERYTHING AND WE MAKE OUR WAY THROUGH THE CROWD HIM LEADING ME AND HOLDING HANDS WITH ME AND IM LITERALLY FUCKING SHRIEKING INSIDE MY HEAD AT THIS POINT LMAOOO (6/10)

BUT I LOOK BACK INTO THE CROWD TO SEE IF WE STILL NEED TO COLLECT ANYONE WE KNOW AND MY GRIP KINDA LOOSENS IN HIS BECAUSE IM TWISTED AROUND ON MY TIPTOES LOOKING FOR PEOPLE WE KNOW AND THEN !!!!! AND THEN HIS FINGERS FUCKING TIGHTEN AROUND MINE AND IM THINKING LIKE ALSKDGHLDKSGHALDKSHGLKA AND ALSO FUCK MY HAND IS SO SWEATY LMAOOOOO BUT YEAH SO WE GET TO THE EXIT AND ALL THE GIRLS ARE LIKE WE ARE LEAVING IMMEDIATELY (7/10)

AND SO IN THE CONFUSION ALL THE GIRLS LEAVE BUT X AND OUR OTHER GUY FRIEND ARE STILL INSIDE and they text like “hey wtf why did yall leave” and the girls were like ‘we were groped what the fuck this place is too shitty’ and i was getting kinda overwhelmed too so i was glad we left but the guys were like ‘what we were having a lot of fun’ and we were like ,,,, figures the guys arent being harassed but it was honestly whatever and the whole way home i was literally !!!!! dying (8/10)

and then today i went over to his room with two other of our girl friends and we had so much fun just hanging out and we watched lilo and stitch which was a super emotional movie for him bc at dinner his mom mentioned his father passed away 3 (?) years ago which is sldkghlksdhglk :’((( but yeah i think it had something to do with that and he was like tearing up so i hugged and comforted him and ahhHHHhhhH i was so sad and s o f t for this boy and (9/10)ahhhhh the thing is like the more i hang out with him the more i get confused ??? not about my own feelings bc god knows im absolutely head over heels at this point but im super confused about his feelings for me ??? bc sometimes i feel like he will treat me with distance and more like a friend but other times i feel like theres something ,,,,, more going on ???? dare i say ??? sldkghsdkghg idk im just really confused and upset and happy and emotional all at once ??? ahhhh slkghaksghl (10/10)

ISTG THAT BOY LIKES YOU even if he might give mixed feelings sometimes maybe he’s still trying to decide if he wants to risk his friendship with you to be something more but the fact that he FRICKEN GRABBED YOU HAND I SHRIEKED OMG that is like the cutest thing i’ve ever heard in my life even if it happened at a gross sweaty college party lol so cute dude u gotta keep holdin onto this boy he a keeper and ayyy look it didn’t take me two weeks to respond lol