#i have to lay down for a bit every time a bts image comes out it's ruining my brain for real

[vaamiel]

Another Eddie sketch page in progress

This stupid moustache has apparently awoken something in me 😩

[jexnkookie]

BTS: In the Secret (Idol! Jungkook x Reader) [Chapter 4]

Summary: Big Hit announces a new season of In the Soop with a twist; one lucky Army is going to join the members for an entire summer of filming, picked by a random poll. You were selected, and ready to have an amazing summer. But what happens when you win something else that's a bit more complicated; the heart of the group's maknae?

Rating: M (18+)

Chapter Warnings: None.

Tag List: @cassies-cookies @hoeinthehouse @jjeonjjk7 @kaitieskidmore97 @laylasbunbunny @leetha43 @rrosiitas @whoa-jo @1-in-abillion 

The rain tapped gently on the glass of the windows while Jungkook helped you position the large, chunky throw blanket you had brought so that you both could be under it. The room was dim, only lit up by the glow of the television and a lamp in the corner of the room. Your pale pink blanket was draped over Jungkook and yourself while you sat on the couch together, staring at the image of Robert Downey Jr. on the screen. 

There were so many things Jungkook wanted to do in this moment. He wanted to talk to you, to ask you if you had really slept in his sweatshirt all night just like he hoped. He wanted to touch your hand, which increasingly felt as though it had a magnetic pull, enticing his fingers to come closer and intertwine with yours underneath the cover of the blanket. He wanted to pull you in close to him every time he saw your eyelids start to become heavy, and encourage you to lay your head on him and rest. He wanted to know why you were so tired, and if, just maybe, you had stayed up all night thinking about him, too. Just the way he had thought about you. 

Forever an idealist romantic, but too nervous to do anything he fantasized about in his head, he settled for the peacefulness he felt. The rain outside. The blasts of the action movie on the screen. And your presence right next to him, that seemed to drown out all of it. 

“Hey, Jungkook?” You whispered. 

“Hm?” 

“I don’t want to fall asleep, because I really want to hang out with you.” You confessed, looking up at him. “But for some reason, I couldn’t sleep last night… So if I do fall asleep accidentally, I’m really sorry.” 

The smile he wore was warm and gentle, showcasing his dimples and beautiful eyes.

“It��s ok.” He whispered back. “I won’t be mad.” 

“Ok.” You smiled back. Jungkook could get lost in that smile, and he hoped to see it as often as he could. 

“Hey, Y/N?” He whispered, playfully mimicking you. 

“Hm?”  

“Who’s your favorite Marvel superhero?” He asked quietly, and you couldn’t help but grin bigger at his boyish charms. 

“Maybe… Iron Man?” You thought out loud. “He always makes me laugh. What about you?” 

“Black Widow, because she’s hot.” He teased, earning an exasperated eye roll. 

“Shut up, you’re such a guy.” You laughed, playfully ‘slapping’ his toned arm. “But, fine. If we’re going off of that, then my pick is Captain America.” 

“Really? He’s your pick?” Jungkook tsked, overtones of a pout lacing his voice. 

��He has America’s ass, Kookie. C’mon.” You joked. “Be serious.” 

You noticed a change in Jungkook’s features, as though they were somehow able to soften even more than usual. His eyes became even more light, gazing at you gently. His pink lips were still upturned in a smile, and his dimples ever present. 

“I like it when you call me that.” He admitted. 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” You lightly flirted, just barely testing the waters, earning a grin in return. You both gazed into each other’s eyes, and you wondered if he could hear the loud way your heart was beating. He was beautiful, in every way. Obviously attractive, but beautiful in his silliness. Beautiful in the gentle way he spoke and looked at you. You wanted to lean in, to touch his lips to yours. The way his eyes flicked down to your lips, as well, hinted that maybe, possibly, he wanted the same...

...But suddenly, his phone buzzed, breaking the moment and bringing you both down to Earth. He sighed and mumbled a quick apology, glancing at the text on his phone. 

“It’s one of the staff members. They sent a warning about flooding.” 

“Flooding? Are we in a flood zone?” You asked.

“Not sure.” Jungkook played with his lip ring. “They said there’s a lake nearby and sometimes when it rains, it’s overflows. They just wanted to give us a heads up.” 

“Oh, ok.” You said before letting out a yawn. Jungkook looked up from his phone and saw your tired state as you went back to watching the movie in a desperate attempt to stay awake. 

This attempt failed, and rather quickly. Jungkook noticed you had fallen asleep, just like you didn’t want to do. But he just didn’t have the heart to wake you, especially when you moved in your sleep to rest your head on his shoulder, as though instinctively seeking him out. He refused to move, unable to stop the silly, schoolboy grin on his face while you rested on him. His heart was beating so loud, he was almost surprised it didn’t wake you. 

“Oh, Jungkookie.” A whispered, teasing voice giggled, cutting through the quiet room. Jungkook turned his head to see Hobi, smiling widely at the sight. “Is she asleep?” 

“Yeah.” He whispered back, blushing at being caught. “She just… kinda landed on me? I…I don’t mind though, y’know? Just don’t wanna wake her. s’all” 

Hoseok nodded, looking at the maknae knowingly but choosing not to put him on the spot. Jungkook will be honest the members in his own time, pushing him too much might cause him to run away from them and distance himself from you. He needed to let Jungkook get to know you first, and then encourage him to get closer. But, as it seems, the youngest member is doing quite well at getting closer to you all on his own. 

He then left the room, giving the two of you privacy, which Jungkook internally thanked him for. Fixing himself food in the kitchen, he was briefly interrupted by Taehyung and Jimin who came in for their own lunch. Hobi held a finger to his lips, alerting them to stay quiet, before motioning them into the kitchen. 

“Don’t go into the living room.” He whispered to them, knowing Jungkook can’t hear their conversation over the loud action movie. “Jungkook is in there with Y/N, and I’m giving them privacy.” 

“Privacy?” Jimin smiled suggestively, earning a look from Hoseok. “What’s happening in there?” 

“He’s not ready to admit it yet, because he still hasn’t said anything to her but… Jungkookie has feelings for Y/N.” Hoseok explained, leaning in to make sure Jungkook couldn’t hear him. “Don’t say anything to him, let’s just let him work things out, ok?” 

“Ok.” Jimin giggled. “Aish, he’s so cute. Even after all this time, a girl can get him worked up like this.” 

Taehyung stood silent while the other two cooed over Jungkook’s behavior. He thought back to Jungkook sitting there, watching as you leaned over to kiss him, and he felt awful. Taehyung wouldn’t do anything to purposefully hurt Jungkook, who was like a little brother to him. He had never even really felt anything for you, he only was carried away in the moment when you had kissed him. He knew you felt the same about him, when you rejected him at the door of your bedroom. Taehyung hated to think that maybe Jungkook heard any of that conversation that night, and he wondered how he would apologize to him for it once Jungkook was ready to talk about you to the other members. 

Just then, a pair of heavy footsteps came into the kitchen, silencing all of the members. Jungkook, unaware that they were in the room, had a still sleeping you in his arms, covered by your soft, pink blanket. His eyes widened, resembling a deer caught in headlights at being discovered, yet again, in a soft moment with you. 

“She, uh…” He stuttered, looking at the older members. “Her neck would hurt, sleeping on the couch like that too long. So I.. I thought… I’d just bring her back to her room…” 

“Good idea.” Hobi smiled warmly, not wanting to put too much attention on him. Jungkook scurried out of the house and held you close, going as quickly as he could to limit your time in the rain. 

“Oh my God, he’s in deep already.” Jimin giggled teasingly. Hoseok only responded with a grin while he shook his head. 

Next Chapter: x

[bteezxyewriter12]

Here Without You

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 4k

Includes- Based on song Here without you by three doors down, angst, fluff, sex, missionary, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, multiple orgasms

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @marvelfamily3000

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J POV

Opening the door to my apartment, silence greets me, my eyes tearing up

"Stop it", I whisper to myself, wiping my eyes

I need to stop crying all the time

It doesn't help

It doesn't bring him back

I just have to wait for him to come back

He will

When the tour's done, he'll be home again

Closing and locking the door, I go to our room to undress

I try to think of what I have to do before I can video call him

Undress

Shower

Cook something

Eat

Maybe watch a TV show or YouTube

Some thing to pass the time until he wakes up and can call me

He's in Texas now, so when he wakes up at 10 am, it's 1 am here

Luckily I don't have work tomorrow so I can sleep in

I've stayed up late every night since he went on tour three weeks ago so I can talk to him and I've gone to work exhausted

It doesn't matter though, he's worth it

Sighing, I throw my clothes in the hamper, then go to the bathroom to shower

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I'm laying on the couch with the TV on for noise when my phone rings

Seeing the caller as "naekkeo", I immediately pick it up, his beautiful face filling my screen

"Hi jagi", he says softly, his sad brown eyes gazing at me

"Hi naekkeo", I answer, tears flooding my eyes

This tour has been particularly hard for us

It's the first one after our wedding

And the first one where I can't come to any of the overseas concerts

Not with this video game designer job I have now

I started it last year and the boss is an asshole

He gave me such a hard time to take off for my wedding and honeymoon even though I told the interviewer that I needed certain days off and was guaranteed them at hiring

I'm working on a major game now and I have endless meetings

The thing is I can do everything remotely but my boss is being such an ass, demanding that I come in for meetings

I'm one of three people that come in physically for meetings

The people from other departments come in virtually

Because they have other bosses who aren't pricks

This is the first time I haven't been with him at all on the tour and it's affecting both of us

He's already been gone for three torturous weeks

"How was the concert last night?", I ask, forcing the tears back

"It was good", he answers, his eyes wet, "ARMYS had fun"

"Did you have fun?", I ask

He nods, biting his lip as the tears spill over his eyes

"Naekkeo", I say softly

"I'm sorry", he says as he cries, "I just miss you"

I shake my head, my own tears falling, "I miss you too baby. Don't be sorry"

"I can't....I can't do this jagi. I need you"

I nod, wiping my eyes, trying to calm him down, "I need you too baby. It's just for a little bit"

"It's another six weeks jagi. I can't spend that long without you", he sobs, "We've never been apart this long. It's killing me"

I know exactly how he feels

"Me too naekkeo but there's nothing we can do. You have to be on the tour. I have to work. I wish I could be there, I want to be there with you", I say, more tears falling, making his image blurry, "I don't know how it can happen baby. It's torture for me too naekkeo"

He shakes his head, "I don't want to be here without you. I dream about you every night and when I wake up and you're not there it's devastating"

"I want to be with you naekkeo", I whisper, "So much. I dream about you too Yoongi and I miss you more than anything"

"I can't handle it", he sobs, "I can't sleep without you. I hate knowing you're not backstage waiting for me. I hate not seeing your smile. Hearing your voice. Holding you. I don't know how I'm supposed to keep doing this tour"

I really have no idea how he's supposed to do it either

I don't know how I'm supposed to keep going without him

Video calls, it's not enough

Like he said, I need to be in his arms, I need to feel him, hug him, kiss him

I can't do that through a screen

"We just have to keep counting down the days baby", I tell him, "Just get through each day at a time"

It sounds lame but there's nothing else I can think of to make this better

It's hard for both of us

He just shakes his head, wiping his eyes

"Tell me about the concert naekkeo", I ask him in a effort to distract us both, "What's the set list? What was your favorite part about this concert?"

He smiles sadly, knowing exactly what I'm doing

But he nods and begins talking

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Three days later

I toss and turn in bed, trying it get comfortable

I can't sleep

I've been laying in bed for hours

I know it's because I wasn't able to talk to Yoongi tonight

BTS had a concert last night and when they have concerts he can't call me

I know they did a vlive too and he went to bed really late

He's probably exhausted and slept all day

I understand

I'm not mad, I know how he operates on concert days

On little to no sleep and he crashes all day the next day

I just miss him

As I'm turning again, I hear a noise

It sounds like it's coming from the front door

Like jiggling

I quiet down and listen hard

I hear the front door open and I'm immediately alert

The door shouldn't be opening

The only ones who have keys are me and Yoongi

And Yoongi is thousands of miles away

Carefully, I get up from the bed, tip toeing to the open door

Quietly, I leave the room, going out into the hallway, ready to run or fight if I need to

A figure steps into the long hallway from the living room and I gape, not sure I'm seeing who I'm seeing

"Yoongi?", I gasp

"Jagi", he whispers, starting to come to me

I don't think, my body immediately goes into a run towards him

I get to him in seconds, crashing into him as he picks me up, his lips immediately against mine

I kiss him desperately, so shocked he's here but so fucking happy and relieved

His arms hold me tightly, keeping me against him, my legs and arms locked around his waist and neck

I don't know how long we kissed for but for me it's never enough

When the kiss does end, I lean my forehead against his, just basking in him being home

"I missed you so much", I whisper

"I missed you jagi"

"How...how are you here naekkeo? Shouldn't you be in the U.S.?"

As much as I want him here, I don't want him to get into trouble

"I couldn't stay away from you a minute longer jagi", he tells me softly, "I just can't. I can't spend another six weeks away from you, Jo. I can't do it baby"

"I can't either naekkeo", I say, knowing exactly how he feels

Like everything is colorless, lifeless without him

"I think about you all day jagi. I miss you so fucking much it hurts. I hate that you're so far from me. I don't think I ever cried so much from being away from you"

I know

This whole time has been so fucking hard, so heartbreaking

I want him to be on tour, I know how much he loves performing, I just hate that he has to be away from me to do it

"It's the same for me baby", I tell him, "I just want you so much it hurts. I want you to be able to perform naekkeo but I don't want you to be away"

"I don't want to be away either jagi"

"What are we going to do baby?", I ask, worried

He's here now but he can't stay

He has the rest of the tour to do, his ARMYS are counting on him

"You're coming back with me", he says

"Yoongi", I start, "My job naekkeo"

The stupid reason I had to stay behind

There was no way my boss would let me take two months off to go with him

"I called him jagi", he tells me, "I spoke to your boss and after a lot of convincing and proving who I was, he agreed to let you have the time off for the rest of the tour"

I gape at him, in shock

My asshole boss caved to Yoongi?

What did Yoongi say to him?

"You won't be paid for the time jagi but it doesn't matter. We have enough money"

"That's your money Yoongi"

He shakes his head, "You keep saying that jagi but it's not. It's ours. You're my wife, the love of my life, everything that's mine is yours from even before we were married baby. You know you don't even have to work jagi but you insist on it"

Of course I do

I'm not a mooch

Just because he's rich doesn't mean I can spend his money

I was never with him for the money or the potential money as we met in high school and have been together since then, when we were both broke

He works hard, he sacrificed in the beginning of BTS, the money and success he has is because of him

I even offered to sign a pre-nup before we got married and he was actually offended I even suggested it

He declined it, shocking me and he always maintains that the money and everything that comes from it is ours

"Yoongi-"

"You know you don't jagi. You know I would give you anything you ask for, do anything for you", he says softly, "And I'm good with you wanting to work baby but I need you with me. I can't go back without you. Please jagi, say you'll come with me. Please"

"Of course I'm going to come with you", I whisper, running my fingers in his black hair, "Even if I had to quit, find another job after the tour, I would come naekkeo. I can't be apart from you any more baby. I need you"

His entire body relaxes as he breathes in relief

"Ok jagi. Thank you"

"Shh baby, don't thank me. Just like you, I'll do anything for you naekkeo, give you anything you want", I assure him, "I want to be wherever you are. And if you have to be in the U.S. I'm going with you"

He nods, "Ok jagi. I love you"

"I love you Yoongi"

His lips press against mine, my heart filling with utter joy that he's here

He carries me to our room, laying me on the bed, his lips never leaving mine

He moves next to me, my body turning to his, our arms around each other

I kiss him passionately, falling into him after weeks of missing him

His kiss is everything, his arms around me is heaven

He's my everything, my world

The kiss becomes heated, his tongue against mine, our hands desperately touching each other

"I missed you", I murmur between kisses while pulling his shirt up

Her separates from me long enough to get his shirt off mine following

"I missed you too, you have no idea"

"I do naekkeo, I missed you just as much"

He smiles his gorgeous smile right before kissing me, his hand slowly pulling down my pj pants and panties

Once they're off, I slide my hands down his sweatpants, getting them and his boxers off

I want him so badly

Three weeks of no physical contact is catching up to us

He moves on top of me, laying between my open legs, his warm smooth skin right against mine

His forehead leans against mine as I move my arms around him, my hand on his back, slowly running my palms up and down, feeling him

He moans softly, his skin trembling under my hands

I slide my hands up, moving over and along his strong shoulders, up his neck, sinking my fingers in his soft hair

We shift slightly, our lips against each other's, kissing desperately

I feel his length at my entrance and I drop my hands to his hips, pulling him closer to me

He takes the hint, his cock sliding inside, my pussy stretching around his thick shaft, pleasure tingling throughout every cell of my body

He whimpers into the kiss as he pushes in inch by inch, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, impaling me on his huge thick dick

My body arches from the pleasure, letting him slide in faster, bottoming out quicker, his head nestled against my spot

I shiver under him, squeezing his cock involuntarily hard

"Fuck", he groans, moving his arm around my waist and holding me against him, "You feel so good jagi. Always so tight for me. So wet"

"Mmm", I murmur, shivering against his lips that found their way to my neck, "And you feel good naekkeo. So hard, all the fucking time"

I purposely clench around his cock, his moan so hot as I enjoy the hard feeling of him buried inside me

"You make me this way jagi", he whimpers, "Fuck, anything you do turns me on. If I could stay inside you all fucking day, I would"

I giggle, kissing the top of his head, "I'd definitely let you baby"

I happen to really enjoy having him inside my pussy

Even if we're just laying here

We don't have to have sex

Cock warming is a huge thing with us, it's something we both love

He lifts his head from my neck, smiling, then kissing me softly

I fall into his kiss as he begins to move, slowly pulling out a little bit then slamming back inside

His head hits my spot, stars blasting in my vision, every nerve on my body alive and electrified

With every stroke he pulls out more and more, until he pulls out to his head, then buries back inside me

He moves at a good pace, fucking me into the bed and my head is in the clouds from the sheer pleasure

He press kisses against every inch of skin he can, my body trembling under his lips

His hand slides slowly up my body from my waist, up my arm, his hand taking mine, intertwining our fingers

I close my hand around his, holding on tightly

His other arm is next to my head, leaning on it as he moves, thrusting into my pussy again and again

"Yoongi", I moan in bliss, closing my eyes as I just feel him

Feel his body against mine, his skin against mine, his cock moving inside me

I'm loving every single second of it

Each smack against my spot brings me closer, my legs tighting around his waist, my pussy throbbing around his cock hard

I'm so hot and sweaty, panting for breath, my fingers digging into his back, my other hand clenching his

"You're so fucking beautiful", he whispers

I open my eyes to find him looking down at me, watching, love pouring from his eyes, "My God, I'm so fucking lucky you're mine"

I smile shyly, "No naekkeo, I'm so lucky you're mine. I love you"

"I love you Jo", he murmurs, his lips finding mine

His kiss combined with him sliding back into me, right into my spot, have me shaking and coming on his thick cock

"Yoongi", I moan between kisses, the intense pleasure washing over me, my pussy clenching around him hard

He moans, his hips not stopping, rolling into me, fucking me through my orgasm

As the pleasure fades, I relax into the bed, Yoongi kissing all over my body as he pulls out

My skin jumps with every press of his lips, his hot kisses feeling so fucking good

He kisses my lower stomach, my hand finding its way into his damp hair, tangling in the strands

He moves down slowly, now pressing kisses against my pussy, pushing my legs wide open

I feel his tongue on me, licking up slowly, my body shivering in bliss

He groans loudly, his tongue moving a bit faster, "So fucking good"

"Yoongi", I whine, feeling so fucking good

My god, I missed this, missed him

His hands grip my legs tightly, his tongue dipping into my hole, my pussy clenching down on it immediately

He licks out and up, his tongue rolling over my clit, my body arching from the increased pleasure swarming over me

His tongue slides back down, circling my hole before dipping in, shoving as much in as he can, then pulling out, sliding up and flicking my clit

He repeats the motions over and over, my cunt getting wetter with every move of his talented tongue

I know I'm completely soaking his face and I know he loves it

"My baby tastes so good", he groans, tongue swirling around my clit, driving me fucking insane, "My baby's pussy is so fucking good. So fucking sweet"

God, he's so hot

The way he's so into eating me out makes everything feel ten times better

I like knowing that he really enjoys doing it instead of feeling like he has to

His tongue move faster, all over my clit, my hips moving on their own, fucking his face, knowing that this is another thing he loves

"Yes baby, fuck yes", he urges, "Don't stop jagi"

His mouth wraps around my clit, sucking hard and I scream his name, squirting a little on his face

"Mmm", he moans, his mouth moving faster, slurping around my clit, the pleasure so fucking intense, my entire body is shaking and my head is empty

I tug his hair tightly, his next suck sending me straight into a mind shattering orgasm

"Yoongi!", I scream, coming on his face, his tongue driving right into my hole, his mouth sucking and swallowing my cum

I can't think, don't know which way is up, all I can do is ride the waves of bliss

It's so intense, so mind numbingly pleasurable

God, Yoongi is the king of oral

His licking slows down as I finish, his eyes already on me when I look down at him

He smirks, kissing my inner thigh, his tongue licking up my cunt one more time

"So good jagi"

I sit up just as he does and I move closer to him, kissing him hard

His tongue moves in my mouth as I climb in his lap, pushing him down on the bed

I follow, kissing him silly, running my fingers in his sweaty hair

He moves me over his length and I sit, taking him in immediately

I'm so wet, I slide all the way down his cock so easily, moving my hips to rock on him

His hands grab my ass, holding on as his hips lift, keeping his cock as deep as he can inside me while I grind on him

Breaking the kiss, I lean on his shoulders, starting to bounce softly on his cock

"Fuck jagi", he groans, his fingers digging into my skin, "Fuck"

"God Yoongi", I cry, his cock spreading my pussy so deliciously, tingles are running up my spine, "So good baby, so fucking good"

He nods, his eyes glued on me as I ride him faster, harder, "Fuck baby, that pussy looks so good on my dick. Creaming my cock so much, it's pouring out of you"

It is, I can feel it, all over this cock, all over his lap, the sticky feeling making me so horny

"Mmm do you hear how loud your pussy is?", he asks as I indeed hear how loud the squelching is, "Fuck, missed me this much?"

"Yes naekkeo", I moan, grinding down on his cock when I take him all in, his head rubbing my spot, making my body shiver, "Missed you so fucking much"

"Missed you too jagi", he groans

"I know", I smirk, his throbbing cock so stiff inside my cunt, "I feel how much you missed me"

He smiles his gorgeous smile, his eyes travelling from my pussy up my body to my face

"So pretty baby", he says softly, "So good at riding my cock"

I smirk, nodding, our skin slamming together loudly with every move, "You know how much I love riding you"

He nods

It's our favorite position, the one we fuck in the most

I don't know, my legs do get tired sometimes but it takes awhile for that to happen and when it does, I still don't stop

I can get him in so much deeper, bounce on him, rock or grind on his dick

And he can fuck me too so it's not just me always fucking him

The best part, for me, is that I get to watch him

Watch him in pleasure, watch him cum

He's so fucking beautiful it's insane

And that's what I do now

Looking down at him, watching him in pleasure, the sight such a fucking turn on

His eyes closed, his head pushed back into the pillow, his mouth slightly open, breathing hard, his hair wet with sweat, his fingers digging into my hips, sweat shortening on his skin as he whimpers my name, begging me to not stop in his sexy voice

He's so fucking stunning without even trying

And he's all mine

Leaning down, I whisper in his ear, "Cum for me naekkeo"

"Oh god, fuck", he groans, holding my hips hard and thrusting up, meeting my bounces, sliding deep inside

We move together, fucking each other, both of us getting fucked out and desperate to cum, moaning loudly

"Yoongi! Yoongi!", I cry, unbelievable ecstacy slamming into every crevice of my body as he fucks me into an earth shattering orgasm

"Fuck Joanne! Jagi!", he cries, his cock pulsing, his warm cum filling me, his body shaking under me

I force my eyes open and watch the complete ethereal sight of him orgasming

I never want to miss seeing this

I rock on his cock, making the pleasure last a little longer for both of us, our bodies relaxing as the bliss so slowly leaves

I move off him but don't go far, snuggling in his arm, my head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat

His fingers run slowly up and down my back, giving me shivers

"When do we have to leave tomorrow?", I ask

He looks down at me, smiling, "Don't worry jagi, I got a later flight. 5 pm"

"Oh thank God", I giggle

He laughs, "I knew you'd want to spend as much time in bed together as you can"

I raise my eyebrow, "As if you don't want that either"

"Of course I want that baby", he agrees, "We can slack off for awhile, then I'll help you pack and we can go"

"Back to Texas?"

"California", he answers

I nod, "Ok"

"Ok", he nods

I gaze in his beautiful dark brown eyes, reaching up and running my fingers in his hair, "I love you so much Yoongi"

"I love you so much Jo. So fucking much"

I know he does

I'm so lucky to have found someone who loves me as much as I love them

Yoongi is the best thing that has ever happened to me

He's my everything

I lean closer, my lips against his in a soft loving kiss

His arms hold me tightly as he kisses me back and I'm so glad he came back for me

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

double dare, m | ksj, knj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader x namjoon — also yoongi x reader, implied ot7 x reader

summary: Kim Seokjin calls to issue a challenge. A (double) dare, if you will. He says you can't take two dicks at once. Kim Namjoon, his roommate, argues that you can. Well, you never back down from a dare, especially when it involves Seokjin and Namjoon.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, low-key horny crack + chaotic energy; smut (fem reader, doggy, threesome, slight D/s dynamics, mild restraint, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, double penetration); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader, focusing on Seokjin and Namjoon in this one :D (cough with some Yoongi)

'journey (to the dick)' au aka you as the main character in harem hentai and BTS is your (horny af) harem

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“Yah!”

Smack!

“What? Ah, f-fuck!”

“I need you to get over here. There is a particular matter that needs to be discussed,” came the very serious, no-nonsense tone from your phone, speaking rather sternly for someone who called you three times in a row and forced you to answer in the middle of your, ahem, dick appointment.

You were holding the phone in one hand and your other was on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets, jerked forward periodically with firm, hard thrusts.

Someone was shouting behind the one on the phone.

“I told hyung that you could take dick in both holes and he doesn’t believe me!”

You immediately recognized that deep, sultry voice in the background. Still, you needed to address the accusation first.

“Kim Seokjin,” you panted. “What the fuck?”

You could hear his exaggerated eye roll. Well, you couldn’t, but you could, you know?

“Namjoon thinks you can take dick in the pussy and the ass at the same time,” Seokjin spat as if that was utter bullshit. “And that’s just not possible.”

Smack! “Why–” Smack! “Would–” Smack! “You–” Smack! “Think–” Smack! “I couldn’t – mmm, fuck, yes right theeere, fuck, so deep and so hard, ugh, you’re so good…”

Seokjin continued like you weren’t in the middle of getting fucked right that very second.

“Because, okay, you could take some small dick, sure, but us? Us? Come on, you totally couldn’t.”

“That was absolutely absurd of you to say so, Kim Seokjin,” you snapped, your words curling into a lustful moan as a firm hand pushed the small of your back down, forcing you to your elbow, leisurely spanking your ass hard with his open palm, keeping you on the edge, so close to hitting your peak but not quite there, thrusting steady but rough.

The headboard was hammering the wall at the same deliberate pace.

The neighbor who lived on the other side of the wall was cursing again.

“Are you both going to be home?” you gasped out, all of your muscles tensing. Almost…

Seokjin snorted. “Pfft, obviously, we are human beings who sleep, you know–”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hung up on him.

“I gotta go.”

Surprisingly, the deep, husky voice behind you actually responded.

“After this one.”

“You asshole, you are holding out – a-ah, wait, oooooooh, fuck!”

-

"I took a shower, Yoongi helped me clean all my bits, I dried my hair, went back home to put on a fresh dress and you're fucking ASLEEP, KIM SEOKJIN, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

“Zzzzzzz – guh!”

Total chaos as you threw yourself onto Kim Seokjin’s lap, disturbing the perfect image of self-proclaimed Worldwide Handsome laying on the couch covered with a fluffy white blanket and squishy alpaca plush with a red neck scarf tucked in his inner arm, grabbing said plush and smacking him with it repeatedly as Seokjin lost his shit, flailing about and throwing his arms over his head, wailing at you to stop. His roommate, Kim Namjoon, was unabashedly cackling like a lunatic behind you.

“CEASE AND DESIST!”

“You–” FWOOP! “Bossy–” FLOOP! “Pillow–” BOOP! “Princess!”

“Namjoon, h-help!”

“Hell no,” Namjoon snorted in laughter. “I’m having a great time watching.”

“Yah!”

“First you doubt me, then you fall asleep on me, what’s next, you–”

Seokjin grabbed both your wrists, thinking he had won, already cheering for himself, only for you to plant your tits right onto his handsome face, his nose jammed right into your cleavage because of the sweetheart neckline of your red lace dress, hot breath warming your chest, brown eyes wide, grip on your wrists lessening in his shock. You yanked your hands out and clutched his head, sinking your fingers into his black hair, violently muffling his half-squeal, half-moan with your breasts, blaringly obvious that you weren’t wearing a bra because your prominent nipples were already hard and creating stiff peaks under the fabric, poking him incessantly in the cheeks.

You gasped as another pair of strong hands grabbed your forearms and made you release Seokjin’s head, forcing them up and your back to arch. A deep voice dipped down to caress your ear, not paying attention to Seokjin who did not detach himself from your tits.

He was making the most of it while you were distracted.

“Woah there, what do you think you’re doing?” Namjoon drawled, grip tightening, bending your arms back, elbows up, pressing your wrists to your upper back. “That’s not a punishment.”

You tried to breathe but Namjoon’s heavenly deep voice was taking your breath away.

“You know what punishments are.”

He pressed your head back, leaving your arms the way they were, and Namjoon’s sultry eyes appeared, half-lidded brown orbs completely visible because he had cut his hair very short now, dark gray-brown and spiked up, cocking an eyebrow at you. You whimpered at his gaze, suddenly feeling hotness on the curve of your breast, lips pressed to one of your nipples, and then wetness closing in, sucking you through lace and satin, the short flared skirt rising because of your spread thighs, but there was too much fabric between you and Seokjin’s hardness, the blanket and pajama pants and boxer briefs, so frustrating, about to lower your head to rectify that, but Namjoon’s palm pressed into your chin, fingers closing in around your cheeks, immobile.

“Where do you think you’re looking?”

Every time Namjoon smirked, one of his dimples peeked out at you. Ugh, so sexy.

“I… I’m s-supposed to be punishing Seokjinnie…” you gasped out, feeling said man’s teeth nicking at your nipple through your dress, his large hands closing in on your waist, pulling you closer, causing you to bend back more, unable to escape Namjoon’s grip and gaze.

Namjoon tilted his head, amused. “Yeah? Were you so, so mad that hyung wasn’t awake so you could show off how well you can take it in both holes?”

You didn’t want to whine and be pathetic, but Seokjin’s mouth and hands were all over your breasts and waist, pinching you through your clothes and sucking on the hard nubs, rushes of pleasure clouding your head and making you forget your defiance, remembering all the things Namjoon liked, like when you were so drunk on sex that you just gave into him, now whimpering and opening your mouth, your tongue sliding out, feeling him shift his palm, Namjoon’s finger leisurely tracing your lips. Your tongue followed, licking the pads of his fingers, rolling your body into Seokjin’s mouth, wanting to grab his shoulders but not letting yourself do so because Namjoon hadn’t allowed you to do so yet.

He liked you bad, but he also liked you obedient.

“W… Want it…”

You felt Namjoon’s other hand tangle in your hair, fingers molding to your scalp, sliding two of his long fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them, your eyelids fluttering as he fucked your mouth with his fingers, rubbing your tongue, pushing your arms down, your name growled by that deep, deep voice.

“Look at me.”

You fixated your eyes on Namjoon’s stern expression, shuddering as you felt Seokjin push the sleeves of your dress down, scooping out your breasts, moaning as his lips touched your skin, hot tongue teasing your hard nipples and you couldn’t tell him to do more or less, trapped by Namjoon’s fingers in your mouth and his hand in your hair, tugging at it lightly so you sucked his fingers like a cock, vision hazing out at the helplessness of it all.

Voluntary helplessness, to be clear.

“You want it? You had Yoongi-hyung fucking you earlier and now you want more? So dirty and so insatiable,” Namjoon taunted, not meaning it of course, because how could he mean it when he too wanted it all, knew you were insatiable and loved it as much as the rest of them, addicted to the feeling you gave him, pushing your head down, fingers still in your mouth. Seokjin raised his head, black hair, large brown eyes, pink lips lush and full and gorgeous, meeting the image of fingers sliding in and out of your glossy lips, your eyes glassy and reflected in his.

Namjoon pushed his fingers apart, opening your mouth.

Your tongue lolled out, swiping around his knuckle, staring into Seokjin’s eyes.

“F… Fuck…”

The oldest was dirty-minded but resistant in showing it, clenching his jaw, weakening as your fingers danced up his arms and you moaned his name messily between Namjoon’s long wet digits, tits pushed up by the neckline of your dress straining under them, knowing your sensuality was irresistible and infectious, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I still… don’t think you can take us both at once…” he breathed, staring into your eyes.

You smirked, Namjoon’s fingers sliding out, saliva smearing onto your chin, the taste of his skin on your tongue.

“Only one way to find out.”

And you leaned in and kissed those perfect lips, soft and passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, fingers splaying over his back and in his hair, his name trapped in the kiss, sudden hardness pressing to your back, breaking the first kiss and turning your head to be trapped in another, full lips commanding the lip-lock, two different hands on your breasts, Seokjin and Namjoon toying with them, the rush of pleasure only just beginning.

-

“Whose face am I looking at?”

“Obviously mine,” Seokjin scoffed. “Do you even have to ask?”

You gasped. “But Namjoon is so handsome.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you want him to make you look at him, so that completely defeats the purpose of being forced when the default is you facing him.”

“Also, hyung thinks he’s the most handsome,” Namjoon chuckled, tugging your dress off, kisses across your chest as it left your body, hands travelling to push your panties down.

“No,” Seokjin choked, affronted as you moaned and gripped Namjoon’s shoulders, enjoying his powerful grip. “I am not that self-centered. I just happen to like how I look very much. Namjoon is very handsome, capable, and intelligent.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

Namjoon shoved a finger inside your wetness, making you stumble into the sofa, raising your leg to place it against Seokjin’s naked thigh, almost falling if it wasn’t for your ass being suddenly grabbed by Seokjin’s firm hands.

“You are still clumsy, Namjoon,” Seokjin sighed, lowering you slightly to look over your shoulder.

You reached back and held onto the sofa, Namjoon’s mouth on your nipple and his finger in your soaked pussy, thrusting deeply to match his swiping tongue, maddeningly slow but rough, so dangerous, losing your mind at the leisurely pace, trying to buck your hips to get more but Seokjin’s hands were preventing you.

You heard the oldest huff and make a disapproving tongue click.

“Not like that. She likes it faster than that.”

Namjoon knew that. Obviously.

Your eyes widened.

He smirked around your nipple as one of Seokjin’s hands left your ass.

“Seok– oh, fuuuck!”

You gasped as you felt another finger enter your dripping pussy, another finger of a different hand, stretching your walls and a different pace, faster, your eyes rolling back, head hitting Seokjin’s shoulder, but either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, your moans in his ear, Namjoon matching the rhythm, oh, shit, they were fingering you together, Seokjin from between your legs from behind and Namjoon from the front, the backs of their hands slick with your juices, Seokjin’s other hand still squeezing one ass cheek and Namjoon’s other hand on your waist, his mouth on your breasts.

“Come on, I know you’re close,” Seokjin muttered, exhaling hard. “I can feel your pussy sucking me in, asking for dick already.”

He was not normally one for dirty talk, but sometimes Seokjin let himself got lost in the lust, lost in the moment of your throbbing walls and shaking body, moans of their names tumbling from your lips, filling up their living room with obscenity and depravity, thrusting in unison, loud and wet and heavy breathing blending with your sound, pushed to the edge, thighs tensing, electricity flashing throughout your nerves.

“Namjoon, Seokjin, fuck!”

Wet squelch, sweet gush of your juices soaking their hands, your eyes rolling back, yelping as Namjoon’s hand retreated and Seokjin stuffed another finger in you. You didn’t need to say it, one glance at Namjoon and he could see it, harder, hyung, she can take it, gasping as Seokjin obeyed and Namjoon's wet fingers pressed onto your throbbing clit, wild howl at the contact, sparks of sensitivity because it was right after your orgasm, heat at your neck from Seokjin’s cheeks, his teeth finding your shoulder, biting it, maybe from his realization of how crazy this moment was or in the heated moment of wanting to feed you even more pleasure, but the sharp unexpected pain only hiked your moans, Namjoon rubbing your clit as Seokjin shoved his fingers into you hard and fast, the angle a little awkward but there was so much going on that it didn’t matter, already there once again, obsessed with the overabundance of ecstasy, I’m cumming, fuck, Namjoon, Seokjin, a-ah, clit engorged and pulsing strongly to Namjoon’s punishing touch, words jumbled and woven with breathless cries, orgasm crashing down and soaking Seokjin’s hand once more, thick and sweet and honey-like, viscous juices clinging to your inner thighs, painted with your high.

Namjoon leaned in, silencing your shuddering gasps with his mouth, deep kisses and swirling tongue dazing you, aftershocks flinching through your torso as he pressed his fingertips to your jerking core, lowering you from the crashing waves, whispering darkly against your lips.

“We haven’t even started.”

Releasing you, and you were already turning around, meeting Seokjin’s gaze and his panting smile, kissing it, sighing contentedly in his touch, just something about those lips and his large frame surrounding you, something about the way he shivered when you sucked his breath away and drank it, almost innocent, but not that innocent, because the second your wandering hand found the condom on the sofa and pressed it into his palm, his lips curved into a teasing grin, nipping at yours.

“Already?” he teased.

You reached between you and him, fingers ghosting his length, smirking at Seokjin’s gasp, gazing at him under your lashes.

“You get hard from kisses, Seokjinnie.”

“I – gah, d-don’t…”

But he didn’t mean it, of course not, because he was humping your hand that was closing around his hot, hardening cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip, spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive head, his jaw clenching at the feeling, desire and need clouding his eyes, pupils blown-out, ripping open the foil packet, heavier exhales, staring into your eyes.

“You want to look at me that bad, huh?” he breathed against your lips, fishing for it.

You gave it to him, exactly what he wanted.

“Mhm, Seokjin, I want to look at your handsome, perfect face while you fuck my pussy and Namjoon fucks my ass.”

He sucked in a breath, caught in his throat.

“You’re crazy, but so, so hot.”

Eh, you’ll take it.

You moved your hand and he rolled the condom down, yelping as you captured his lips again, addicted to his kiss and his soft cries, his hand and your hand guiding his stiff cock to your quivering pussy, already saturated with slickness, spread knees and lowering body, sinking down onto him, moaning into his mouth and he moaned into your throat, suffocating each other with your noises, rolling your hips and breaking the kiss, both of your faces pointed to heaven with the true heaven between your connected hips, pleasure at being filled and doing the filling, his hands on your ass to push you down.

“Hyung, spread her ass,” Namjoon ordered behind you.

You pitched forward slightly, wrapping your arms around Seokjin’s shoulders, gasping as you felt him tug outwards, sinking his fingers into your softness, your lips pressed to his cheek, his sweet voice murmuring your name, filling you with warmth despite being exposed so vulnerably.

You inhaled deeply, breathing in Seokjin’s clean scent.

Then you flexed your asshole, tightening and relaxing the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

You gazed at him in your periphery, eyes widening as you realized Namjoon too was naked now, muscular body towering behind you, flicking open a bottle of lube and spreading it over his fingers, rubbing them together as they became shiny and slippery, catching your interested expression.

He smirked, dimple on display. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready since I walked in the door, Namjoon,” you smirked back, enamored with his seductive dark brown eyes.

He chuckled.

“Nah, you were ready the second Seokjin challenged you and said you couldn’t do it.”

Oops, he got ya.

You gasped hotly, feeling his fingers press up against your tight hole, tracing circles and teasing you, pushing into your ass in the opposing rhythm of Seokjin’s rocking hips, your hold on Seokjin’s shoulders tightening, hearing him gasp with you, watching two Namjoon’s fingers dip in and snake into the tightness, both of them inhaling sharply at the sound, wet squelch and your wanton cry, your hips rocking into it, pleasure shimmering all over.

“T-That’s still not a dick,” Seokjin managed to get out, still stubborn but mixed with awe regardless.

“Gotta stretch her out,” Namjoon chuckled. “Don’t wanna hurt our good girl, right?”

Well, if you weren’t in euphoria before, you definitely were there now.

“N… Namjoon-ah…”

“Shh, I got you, just enjoy.”

You arched your back a little more, Seokjin sliding down to accommodate, slowly thrusting and gasping at the sensation, turning to him and intense kisses, needing to occupy your mouth, fullness in your ass and your pussy, whimpering as your felt Namjoon’s fingers flex, nudging your muscles to relax, core throbbing, clenching around Seokjin’s stiff length instead, so good, oh, yes, it was so good, his kisses and slapping your hips down, wanting more, already chasing more, intoxicated by the feeling of both your holes being filled.

You heard the bottle of lube fall to the floor and the slick sound of hand on hardness.

Shivers up and down your spine.

“Say it.”

You broke Seokjin’s kiss, gasping.

“Tell us that you want it,” Namjoon growled.

Drunk on the idea, commanded by lust.

“P-Please, Namjoon…” you breathed, eyes hazy and half-lidded, staring at Seokjin. “Want you to fuck my ass as Seokjin fucks my pussy. Want you two to ruin me.”

The brown eyes beneath you widened, mouthing, you’re crazy.

You grinned, Namjoon’s fingers buried in your ass.

“Told you, hyung.”

His fingers pulled out, pushing the small of your back down with his palm. One a second to mourn the loss and then your eyes widened, the thick head of Namjoon’s cock pressed against your ass.

Wait, maybe you should have asked if Namjoon could be in your puss–

Too late.

“Oh, f-fuck!”

You clutched Seokjin’s shoulders, digging your nails into him as slowly, carefully, Namjoon’s girth entered your tight, tight hole, still tight even through he worked you up and stretched you out, the lube helping him slip inside, your mind going blank, realizing that maybe you went over your head a little, but too far to turn back and, to be honest, you didn’t want to turn back, the fullness already too good to regret it, gasping as Namjoon gripped your hips, holding you completely still as he bottomed out, hot breath on your shoulder blades.

Well.

Your mind wasn’t so blank that you forgot to speak.

“Still…” you panted, slowly grinning at Seokjin’s shocked and stunned face, his jaw dropped as he felt and witnessed it. “Think it’s impossible for me to take dick in both holes?”

“Y-Y-You…” he sputtered, choking a little as Namjoon began to move, his scrambled words mixing with your lustful moans. “Are absurd.”

It was almost too much, but Namjoon did not let you command the pace, instead firmly keeping you in one spot as he nudged Seokjin to move, guiding you both expertly, groaning when you pulsated around the two dicks, able to feel the reverberations from the closeness, body to body to body, trembling from the overwhelming sensation, Seokjin thrusting up from below, his handsome face tense, panting with effort.

“Oh, fuck… it’s so tight… fuck, I can feel it, I can feel his dick fucking your ass, that’s so weird…”

You weren’t quite sure what he expected to feel. What did Seokjin originally think he was getting into when he called you? He was the one who had been touting their superior size! What did he think it would feel like–?!

“A-Ah, y-yes, there, like that, oh f-fuck, like thaaaaaaat…”

You forgot about questioning Seokjin’s brain, refocusing on the feeling of the consistent thrusting and depth of the two cocks, an almost melodic rhythm and substantial fullness. There was a sweet spot, right, oh, there, Namjoon’s hand flat against your back, his deep grunts of effort paired with each smack of hips to ass and Seokjin’s crotch to yours.

Oh, huh, were those loud, pitched moans resonating off the apartment walls you? But the ecstasy too high, too real, too good, so good that you seemed to forget that it was already very late at night.

Surely their neighbors would complain – was that part of your brand now? oops – but it seemed that neither Seokjin or Namjoon noticed or cared, pants and moans and groans and chasing carnal pleasure, irrational, wild, heads thrown back, lashes fluttering and lost in bliss, stuffing your tight, wet heat from both holes, kissing Seokjin sloppily before turning your head to make out with Namjoon, his teeth trapping your tongue and sucking on it, gargled moan and shaking body at the mercy of his iron grip, snapping back to Seokjin’s pillowy lips, juxtaposition of hard and soft, crashing pleasure and coiled constriction, letting go, orgasm overtaking you in shudders, not realizing you had been so close, their names falling from your throat between fucked-out, loud, blissful cries.

“Seokjin… Namjoon…”

Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but peak in that gratifying elation, shivers up and down your spine, the lower half of your body throbbing and trembling, chin lowering only to witness Seokjin shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw, groaning out your name as he shot into the condom, jerking cock twitching inside you, vibrating front to back, no, that was Namjoon’s low hiss of your name, his fingernails digging in your hips he shot into your ass, your eyes snapping open, thick spurts of his orgasm so strong that you could feel his cock twitching deep inside, your pulse roaring in your ears, chest heaving, struggling for breath.

Feeling far too proud that they both came with you.

Namjoon’s sweaty chest hit your back, sandwiching you between that big body and Seokjin’s broad shoulders. Seokjin looked to be two seconds away from passing out from the ecstasy of orgasm.

Nice.

“Don’t… question me… again,” you snickered, panting heavily.

Seokjin mumbled and shrugged, incoherent.

“I think he’s saying you could do this, but not the reverse of him in the ass and me in the pussy,” Namjoon clarified, kissing your shoulders with an amused chuckle.

“What?!” you roared.

“That’s n-not…!”

Welp.

-

“We still have unfinished business.”

“Yoongi, I just got DP’ed last night. Have mercy.”

“Mmm.”

Kisses on your neck, lowering the strap of your bra, wrapping his arms around you, purring your name.

“I guess you can buy me dinner and we can watch a movie instead.”

“I have to buy?!”

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masterpost

[minshookie]

All Play, No Work. Pt two

Pairing | CEO!Yoongi x reader

Genre |angst, dark themed, yandere, gore.

Summary | “ Eunji just couldn’t play nice, firing her just wouldn’t be enough.”

!Warnings! 18+, yandere Yoongi, character death, descriptive scenes, murder scene, infidelity.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|

(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [request closed] words 3k

A/N : link to part 1 I hope this is enjoyable!! Unedited but I will edit soon.

“Yoongi, don’t talk so drastically...it was just a joke.” He heaved deeply, gripping the door handle severely. “It can’t be a joke every time y/n she’s done worse before, her and her husband.” Sighing, unsure if it was safe to touch him you put your hand on the handle next to his. “Min, they hate me because you love me, if you want it resolved maybe we should lay low...take something like a break?” Of course you didn’t mean it, but the complications at work were becoming a bit detrimental.

His head turned at lighting speed, with a look of disgust almost. “Break? You can’t be serious don’t ever say something like that again, and I’ll do what I please, we should we hide ourselves she’ll start waking around with her head high like she won.” He let go of the handle leaning against the door looking deeply into you. “I’ll fire her.” You rolled your eyes “Yoongi please she needs to work.” “Stop being so damn sweet, this is the same person that soiled your clothes, cracks jokes about you...she bullies you she should’ve been out of here.” He put his hand in his pocket, checking his watch on his other wrist. “We’re almost done for the day anyway... you go to my place without me I’ll meet you there.” Taking his watch clad hand in yours, you could tell he was still furious.

“Alright if you insist, but what’ll you be doing yoongs?” You attempted to turn the atmosphere playful. “Baby, you insist on disobeying my requests.” Chuckles dryly. “I’ll be talking to Kim, and Lucy.” “Lucy, why?” “I’m giving her Kim’s position, a promotion.” He leans swiftly pecking your cheek before opening the door for you both to exit, not giving you a chance at questioning him further. He follows closely behind all eyes on you, a grimace on Eunji’s features. It’s like you had a fat red target right in the middle of your face. “Actually, why don’t you just head out now.” Yoongi mumbled before leaving your side, quickly heading to his office his fist curled in a rough grip.

You hung your head low like a shy school girl, going to collect your bag and belongings from your cubicle. Only to find Jimin completing the papers you’d left. “Heading home miss Raman booty?” He mumbled without turning, a pen between his teeth, his fingers typing with stealth. “I hate you Jimin.” Laughing he let the pen fall, leaning in the chair finally facing you. “You ok?” You nodded giving a warm smile. “Good, here’s your thousand dollar sack.” He handed you your purse, he’s full of jokes today, you responded with a low chuckle. “Wait before you go, whats the 411 on the bosses mood?” “Mm angry, go in quickly and quietly and leave the same way.” He nodded going back to the computer, “Ah, so not the day for pay increase forms? Gotcha.” You laughed before walking away, ready to be rid of the grimy feeling you were getting from work today.

Avoiding eye contact, you focus on the rythmatic clicking of your pumps until you entered the silver elevator. Leaning against the glass window you watched as you descended through the building. Finally meeting the last floor quickly freeing yourself sighing one more trek to take, that being into the parking garage. Silent and eerie, it oddly relaxed you you found your car quickly. It’s always there right next to Yoongi’s ever since the first day you started.

The thought warmed you, feelings of your boyfriends love floating around you. Hopping in your car you threw the gifted purse in the back seat, just before you could start up your phone rang, Yoongi of course. “Hey Yoongi” ”Ah, you sound happier already.” Reclining your seat you sighed. “I was thinking of you.” He hummed in approval. “Cute, hm I do the same to calm myself...thinking of you of course.” Giggling you responded “reason for calling?” “I wanted to say I love you, and I want you to go straight home.” He orders blandly. “Tsk I wanted to shop a bit.” You joke putting your seat back into position. “Y/n straight home, no questions.” “Yeah I heard you Daddy.” You joked starting your vehicle. “Good, I’ll see you soon, love you...say it back.” “I love you Yoongi, of course.” He sighed softly, checking your surroundings you pulled back waiting for him to hang up. “Alright bye...Jimin get out.” The phone call ended.

Relaxed you drove through your city, it’s a bit later in the day the faces of people passing linger in your mind. A soft tune plays from the radio, resting at a light your eyes wandered to the beagle place Yoongi always insists on getting breakfast from. His friends little hole in the wall. Letting your mind wander, he really is a romantic. Finishing the length of the trip you finally reach your destination, a discreet apartment on the edge of town with a not so discreet price. Reaching for your purse you got out of the car, frankly mentally and physically exhausted. “Mrs min! Welcome back!” You’re warmly greeted at the door, “no still y/l/n,good afternoon.” Warmly you smile thanking him for opening the door, yet another elevator to take you where you needed to be.

On the home stretch, trudging towards the door unlocking it you fumbled inside sighing taking in his scent that floated about. With your eyes closed you dropped your bag shuffling to the couch. Kicking off the shoes you let gravity take over thumping onto the firm furniture. The light jingling, made a smile spread on your lips. “Is that my best boy!?” You opened your eyes, greeted with Min Holly his coffee colored paws giving you pets on your head. “My Beautiful little one.” Kissing him on the temple, and gifting him to a few pets and scratches he was satisfied with your greeting he let you be at rest.

Pulling from the couch, you fulfilled the routine of grabbing a snack and skipping upstairs to shower. Stripping you ventured Yoongi’s bedroom in the nude, in search for the clothes you’d left there. Giving up you opted for a pair of briefs and a t-shirt.

Finishing the shower, you cuddled into bed wallowing on the plush mattress in search of a comforting position, engulfing your senses in Yoongi’s scent. Turing on the tv you rolled over, the bed felt cold without your cuddle baby. “Hmm Holly! C’mere little boy!” Joyously he ran in jumping next to you cuddling into your warm side. “We’ll nap and wait for Daddy huh?”

NOW READING FROM: Yoongi’s point of view.

“Are you sure Min, I mean I’m flattered but I just started about a month ago-” I held up my hand to stop her nervous speech. “I’m positive, I’ve observed your work ethic I’m sure you could keep up Lucy, the pay is great the work is easy....more time to speak to Jungkook hm?” Her cheeks blushed light rose at the mention of his name. “But what about uhm..Eunji?” She spoke of her coworker in hushed tones,like she was some sort of demon.

“Kim Eunji has been polluting our work area, making others feel uncomfortable...and uncomfortable means less work getting done, I’ll see about her don’t worry.” Toying with her manicured fingers, such a shy girl, “so what’s your answer?” She sighed brushing a stray hair behind her ear, “Mr Min, when do I start?” She held a coy smile, slowly looking up to make eye contact. “Ah! Smart girl!” I distributed my hand for her to shake in agreement. “You’ll start Monday, we’ll have it all sorted by then.” Nodding she let go of my hand, “thank you Mr Min.” “Of course Lucy I know I won’t regret it, enjoy your night sorry for keeping you late.” Now almost all of her face had a glow of blush, “oh it’s fine Mr Min I don’t mind I didn’t have anything to do tonight anyways, how a-” “ask Eunji to come in for me please, Good night Lucy thank you.”

Shutting up he gave a quick smile and nod before leaving quicker than she came. Eunji pranced in almost eagerly a subtle smirk playing on her cherry lips. “It’s late Yoongi I have to get home.” “Home to what...a cold shower and empty bed? Come sit.” I smirked as she complied, “what do you want Min...if you’re looking for apologies you wont-” “I just wanted to talk to you.” She shut her painted lips, nodding giving me room to speak.

“You’ve been acting out Kim, and I think I know why.” She folded her arms defensively humming a response. “Oh yeah?” Her cocky tone only deepened my concealed rage. “You’re missing someone, your husband maybe?” She rolled her eyes, poking her tongue along her cheek. “What about it?” She began to toy with the small figurines that decorated my desk. “Well, he misses you too...I’ve made the decision to let you go if you’d like.”

“It isn’t time for him to come back, he’s been on the trip for months.” She mumbles smiling down at a framed picture of Holly. Scoffing I took the image back, “Joon, he likes it there he’s been having issues contacting you so he’s said....but he’s made the choice to transfer and stay at the location.” She looked intensely Into my eyes, confused yet gullible.

“He’s gotten a good place, he wants to move you there...he misses you more than you know, and the way you’ve been acting out of line I think you feel the same.” She huffs, nodding slowly. “Alright, you’ll treat my flight the same you did his?” Greedy little bitch...“yes, paid and full, you’ll be able to contact him at the airport hm?” Finally a soft smile spreads her lips, she huffs a low chuckle. “Really?” “Would you like to see the messages and paperwork?”

In hopes she’d say no I still pulled open the side drawer, a single word held her fate as I gripped the heavy weapon. It would be messy and against the plan if she’d decided to take this route. “No..no, why would you lie about sending me on all expenses paid long term vacation.” I smirked nodding while closing the drawer. “So you’ve agreed to joining him?” Sighing she tamed wisps of her dark hair, raking the back into her loose ponytail.

I pushed the legal paper forward a ballpoint rests atop of it. “When do I leave, do I get a chance to say goodbye?” She mumbles leaving her signature along the dotted spaces. Goodbye? Who would want to farewell a she-demon like you. “I’m afraid not, your flight is scheduled for tomorrow 7AM...you should get home actually.” I checked my timepiece briefly.

She stood silently, “ah ah wait, Eunji...it’s late you’re tired allow me to drive you home.” She furrows her brows, giving a suspicious look. “I’ll miss you Kim, you were one of the first people here you and Namjoon.” She lowered herself in the seat her expression now compassionate.

I didn’t lie, Eunji was exhausted...the bags under her eyes almost frightening. She was once the best dressed, best looking, and best worker here. Jealousy had eaten her, and the absence of her Lover only made her worse. “Ah Min, you won’t miss me...you’re sending me away to protect your little hook up, she moan like I used to?” My cheeks began to redden, “no, her’s are better.” Guilt set in sourly. I lied right to y/n’s face to save my ass.

Kim Eunji had made me a liar, a cheater and a bad businessman...all the more reason for her fate. “Hm, if you say so.....how about we go to your place.” Her smirk detailed more than she’d let on. “One last time.” She’s always been scandalous, she could never learn a lesson, she’d never get enough. She saw an opportunity to finally sink her teeth into what she envied, and sinking her teeth is what she planned on doing.

“Tempting, can’t wait for mr kim huh?” I attempted to participate in her now lustful staring. “Hmm, you won’t make me will you?” I set free a chuckle, letting my fingertips glide my lip. “Your place, we can make it an all night thing...you can bring me to get my car in the morning.” She collected her expensive shoulder bag. “No, y/n is at my place, probably out cold by now....I’ll bring you somewhere with a romantic view, you’ll get back to your car tonight.” She frowned at the mention of her name, pulling her wisps of hair back.

“Fine, but don’t say her name anymore tonight.” Nodding I stood offering a hand to help her up and she refused with a bratty giggle, leaving the office. She removed her heels walking barefoot to the elevator, I paced hot on her trail, finally catching her as she stood idle in the spacious elevator.

The elevator couldn’t reach the final floor fast enough for me, she’d gotten comfortable the guilt of cheating on her husband nonexistent. Sighing in frustration eyeing my watch. She toyed with my fingers leaning against me, “why’d you replace me huh?” She pouted interlocking our fingers, her fridged rings kissed my skin harshly. “Excuse me?” She sighed, “we were messing around and you...found y/n.” I chuckled as the doors pulled open. “You were engaged...nothing more would’ve developed anyway.”

Eunji and I had held countless endeavors right under Namjoon’s nose, flirtatious, casual, sexual. But he was everything but oblivious, he was just lenient until he found out the depth of our friendship. So he decided to test the waters with y/n, it was extremely unacceptable. Eunji was engaged after all, I do have some self respect. I never replaced her, I just found someone I actually loved, someone who needed me and only me.

She only laughed at my reasoning, following me giddily to my car, I opened the passenger and let her inside. I already had her fate planned. She’d been the thorn in y/n’s side ever since she’d started, she’d come running to me in tears over the things Eunji would say...the things she’d do. They treated her like a rag doll the new girl fresh to adulthood, she knew nothing better than to follow and comply.

Eunji was given warning after warning, I hate firing people but for her I’d make an exception. But y/n she’s so sweet...it’ll kill her to know Eunji was walking around jobless because of her sensitivity. So what am I to do? I’ll just make her leave silently...on her own. I’ll make her disappear.

“Where are we going?” She pushed my knee aggressively, I’d zoned out completely roaming my thoughts a dangerous thing to do behind the wheel. Absentmindedly I’d driven past our false “date”, ultimately finding ourselves in the dark. “There is this bridge, it’s romantic y/n loves it.” I fibbed, how much of an idiot could I be...this mishaps could fuck everything I’d planned. I pulled onto said bridge, vacant, thankfully just how I needed it. I turned the car off, in pitch black I could feel her looking at me.

“Huh, what a view.” She quips, “well don’t be ungrateful.” The moment before the fall is always awkward, “hm...recline the seat.” She ordered, I personally didn’t enjoy her tone. I let my seat slowly fall back and she leaned over the center console. Blindly fiddling my pant buckle. Oh shit. Oh no. Waves of guilt washed over me at the simple thought of what she was attempting.

This had to be it, she’d made it to my briefs with ease, trailing her manicured fingers along my member. This had to happen now or the outcome I’d been planning would definitely go to shit. I put an end to her exploration, gripping the back of her neck with great force she mewled like a harmed animal. “F-fuck Min, feeling rough?”

No way would this be easy or clean in the car. “Shut up.” I gritted, now griping her hair making her whine and cry out. “P-please wait.” “What the fuck did I say?” Opening my door I pulled her from the car on my side. This needed to be quick and clean, this bridge was all too public and constantly frequented for me to be leaving a messy scene on.

What smart girl, she tried to escape only to be pained by my iron grip on her mane. “Why so scared...you wanted me right?” “M-m-Min! Please I’m sorry, tell her I’m sorry...sorry-so sorry.” I kicked the pit of her knee causing her to collapse on the cold gravel. “One sorry Bitch you are, I couldn’t even pay you to keep your mouth shut.”

“Think of all you did to that innocent woman...ruined her clothes, sent her on wild goose chases in a county she’s never been in, made her fall down the stairs, turned half the office against her...so evil you even made your sleazy husband her personal predator.” She sobbed pathetically, “w-what....he did-wait?” Of course she was unaware as any idiot would be.

I knelt mumbling in her ear. “He touched my fucking girlfriend for months on end...She was so ashamed do you know how much it took for her to come and tell me?” She gagged on her sobs, choking herself on her cries. “I’m sorry, I’ll quit I’ll leave-no need to do this I’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

She whispers letting her body go limp. She thinks it’s so easy. “You sure will.” I grumbled reaching to pull my tie from my back pocket. “You can’t do shit to me- Joon- Joon will be lo-” “Joon his fucking dead. This right here.” I kicked her down pressing my foot into her soft back, to keep her still. She struggled to breath with my weight on her back, I crouch looping the long tie around her neck she ceased from fighting back as I wrapped it around my hands as well. Pulling with my angered strength, “this is the fucking business trip...enjoy the flight whore.”

She stoped struggling all together, pulling the fabric as tight as I could, I made sure the deed was done. She quit breathing, the ceased the struggle. Violently making sure she was gone, before I stored her in the trunk. My hands shook, the rush made my figure quake, I did my best to climb into the drivers seat.

Starting the car, it’s best in mind to flee as fast as I arrived. He’ll be pissed to high heaven, but at this moment theirs only one person to call. I scanned the road feeling beyond the edge, unsure of my final destination. Finally he felt the need to answer “Min, Min Yoongi-ah it is too late to be calling me this way!” He croaked through the phone .

“Jimin, hm a bonus?” “Excuse me?” He shuffled, I couldn’t continue to circle around here “Jimin...I need your help.” I groaned, I’d have to find somewhere to go before someone saw me driving suspiciously. “I’ve made another mistake....a messy one.” He gasped before mumbling complaints. “Why,Who and how much?” He grumbled, “meet me and I’ll let you know that.” “You know where to find me.” When all else fails, Jimin is the one to call. Partner in crime, cheater of justice and death.

NOW READING FROM : readers point of view.

Fear rolled over you as you came to the realization that is was almost 5 AM and Yoongi wasn’t in bed. Holly still occupied his spot, sprawled out in pure comfort. Enjoying the luxury of sleeping in the big bed.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes you shuffled your feet along the chilly floor, slipping in Yoongi’s slippers to adventure to the bathroom. You’d have to be back at work in some hours, Yoongi as well. It’s never like him to be late. After reliving yourself, washing up you’d realized the dryness of your mouth.

Aiding the feeling you took the trip downstairs, Holly’s paws hot on ur heels. “You thirsty too?” Rhetorically you questioned setting his dish for him, and grabbing a water for yourself, drinking it almost instantly. “You’ll get sick that way kitten.”

You choked in response, spitting the water onto the marbled counter. “What the fuck Yoongi, where’ve you been?” You spoke into the darkness, you didn’t hear him come in, maybe he was already home. “After I cleared some things up at work, Jimin and I had to...do some heavy work.” His voice held a quiver, unsure if it was of sadness or fear, maybe even anger.

“Ah well....come out of the dark, come over here.” You closed the the water, Holly had already met him in the living room. He neared, his features being shown from the glow of the kitchen lights. “Here, c’mon.” You sat on the island, back to him.

Something was off...he was hiding something, he was moving strangely with his words and actions. He came, leaving Holly on the floor he centers between your legs. Leaning on his palms on either side of you, “my shirt, my slippers, dressing up as me today?” You gave a soft smirk, “when’d you change?”

“At Jimin’s the work was messy.” “Ah...what’s that on your lip?” Taking your nail, you scrapped the flake of red from his top lip. “Been kissing other ladies...ladies in cheap red lipstick?” You giggled. His face ran pale at your joke, “n-no probably from Parks food, we were hungry.” You gazed in his eyes, “what’d you eat?” “Why?” Sighing you blew it off, “no reason, just curious...how’d it go with Eunji.”

He sighed leaned forward on the counter to stretch his back. It’s then when you caught a glimpse of something odd. “There was a struggle, but it’s all over now.” You held his shoulders, stopping him from moving back up, “Yoongi, you have this stuff all in your hair, where were you?” You brushed the stubborn dried substance with your fingers. “All on your neck.” You groomed him awaiting his answer. “Painting at Jimin’s.” Overpowering you he stood to his height.

You didn’t believe him, how could you? What paint job takes that long? How could it get on his hair? Down his neck? On his lips...nose as well? “I’m going to bed, kiss.” He pecked my cheek moving from my legs, Holly followed his escape. “Oh, and Jimin’s buddy gonna look at my car for a while I had to clean it out...left your lipstick.” He threw the tube for you to catch, it fell in your clutches.

“Yoongi, stop...where’d you get this?” “In the car, it’s yours baby.” He stood stiff on the stairs not turning around. “No, it’s not I can’t wear this...it fucks up my lips, I’m allergic.”

“It was Kim’s huh? You were out doing what you said you didn’t.” He turned glaring sinisterly. “I was out doing what I should’ve a while ago.”

You scoffed, he’s unbelievable, how could he. You’d began to plan your breakdown, how you’d destroy his home in a fit of rage. He’d cheated, lied, and didn’t care. “Kim Eunji and Kim Namjoon are dead.” He shared coldly, “any more questions miss curiosity?”

“No? Good now come up and clean me.”

In utter shock, you shook on top of the kitchen island. He’d made his way to the shower quickly, you heard the faint sprinkling. Sliding from your seat, in fear you followed his orders “now my love...don’t be afraid of me I do all things for you out of love.”

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Diamond Tears and Little Wings: Part 5

Description: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?

Warnings: N/A

Posted: 02/11/2021

Tags: bts x reader, ot7

Angst/Fluff/Angst: 3,846 words

A/N: Okay, I told you guys that I would be alternating between DTLW and Clearwater Springs, so here’s the proof. Anyway, two more parts after this!

Your fourth home in five years is what they told you this was. But you couldn’t remember any but this one.

So your heart was aching, and you always wanted to cry, but you never dared to do so. Something, someone’s, words, telling you that crying in front of strangers was dangerous kept echoing in your head. So you blinked away any tears that came, hugged your stuffed animal, and studied the area you would lived in.

It was a little cold, so you hugged your coat tighter to you. You’d been told by the other fairies that your coat was special, because it appeared to be designed exactly for your wings, which was rare. But none of them seemed to have any idea why you would have such a special coat, excepting the fact that maybe in the country you came from it was more normalized to have custom wing-slits.

It was completely normal to come away from a home with a stuffed animal, and clothing and jewelry that could shrink down. People liked dressing up fairies.

You played with your bracelet as you examined the cement floor, and the plain white walls, and the windows that weren’t quiet fully insulated but were full east and full west, respectively, and provided quite a bit of natural lighting. You had your own bathroom and kitchen area, and the laundry room was in the basement. The bed was a bit creaky, but the mattress seemed decent. You had a cute lamp on the side table, and they had a few books for you on a bookshelf that had the bottom shelf broken beside the side table.

There was shoebox bedroom on one of the shelves as well, very simple, with just a bed in it, but it was decorated carefully—though perhaps by their daughter. There was felt covering the floor and back wall, which would provide a little insulation for you. The outside was colored on, but you didn’t have a problem with that.

There was an old rug rolled off to one side that they said you could use, and a bar with some hangers already hanging on it and plastic drawers they said you could used for your clothing.

You looked at your suitcase, which was resting on the bed, then set your dog on top of it while you got the rug, unrolling it and placing it near your bed.

Your job there was to do their laundry and take care of the cat that their daughter wouldn’t let them get rid of, and to entertain their daughter now and then, and when you weren’t delivering the clean laundry or entertaining their daughter you were to stay in the basement bedroom. Simple enough.

The cat was a sweetheart and the laundry was quite simple with only three people to wash for. Laundry was tossed down the shoot daily and every Monday and Thursday you were to deliver their clean laundry before they awoke.

They weren’t cruel, or strict, just very structured and busy.

She was very kind and brought you groceries, even getting you exactly what you requested. You just had to leave a list with her laundry on Mondays, because Mondays were grocery days. She even spontaneously bought you a cake, and when you told her that the basement was a little cold for you, she found a nice heater for you that greatly improved things, and found some more blankets around the house for you. They were generally gone over the weekends, visiting a different set of grandparents each weekend, which left you and Cupcake, the cat, alone in the house to do as you pleased.

Those were the days you ventured down to the fairy market, which was a safe space for fairies and since you did get an allowance for doing the laundry, you could sometimes buy some special treats or things that you needed.

You weren’t a fan of the husband, which was fine, because he only seemed to come downstairs if he needed to check the water-heater (they were having issues with it and he was too stubborn to call whoever it was that professionally dealt with those things), or to ask you to do an emergency clean on a shirt or tie or slacks. It wasn’t that he was mean, or sleazy, or that he gave you bad vibes, he was just very grumpy and brisk. Cold.

And he hated the cat.

Plus you had the distinct feeling that if he found out about your diamond tears it would be a very bad thing. He was a greedy man, raising a greedy daughter.

But you had a CD player now, and you could find CD’s now and then at the fairy market, and the wife said you could use any CD’s you found in the basement.

Which was how you found your current favorite CD. You weren’t certain who the artists were because the disc hadn’t been in it’s proper case, but their songs were so nice. And you loved the one song.

So some days, when you had nothing to do but give the cat all the love it wanted, you just listened to that CD on repeat, singing words as though you’d known them before.

You did different crafts, and solved some of the abandoned puzzles from the storage room.

You improved your shoe-box, replacing the bed (it was a sponge, hard and weird to lay on) with a carefully arranged nest of fabrics and stuffing. Sometimes you stuck your stuffed dog into the shoebox and snuggled into that. The smells on it so familiar and foreign that it made you cry.

Which meant you had to find a place to hide your tears. Normally you just saved them and exchanged them at the fairy market—where the currency exchange fairy, Heidrun, just discretely nodded and added their value to your shopping card balance.

But one day she stopped you before you could leave, holding your hands. “You don’t look well, dear.”

“Fourth home,” You told her simply, shrugging. “It’s more of a job than a home. But I’m not…I’m not suffering. She always makes sure I have what I need and allows me a lot of freedom. I have the whole basement to myself, and I’m allowed in the side-yard at all times. She even encourages me to come here. And I have music to listen to. Actually, I found a CD I really like, but I don’t know what band they are because it doesn’t say on the disc.”

“Try Magnus, he knows everything going on in the music scene,” She told you, squeezing your hands. “And trying to hold onto whatever love you’ve got and are getting. It’s not healthy for our kind to go unloved.”

You nodded. “I’ll do that.”

Magnus did help you, granted, you had to sing a couple of the songs for him to find the right group, but once he did, he sent to you over to Frida with a request for BTS albums.

Frida nodded, pulling out several book-like things. “They’re super popular, but they’re also in a ton a magazines right now. They lost their fairy because of some scandal, and now they’re in a slump, but they’re also going on a world tour, so it can’t be that much of a slump. They’re actually coming to our stadium for a concert, which is cool. They’ve started putting up the posters already.”

You looked at the books, confused. “I thought you said they were albums?”

“They are. The CD’s are accompanied by a booklet of photos and the lyrics, photocards, and usually a poster.”

You blinked then picked up the biggest one, concerned and confused. “It’s…huge…and a box?”

She just snorted. “You want that one? It’s one of their more recent ones. Don’t have their newest yet, but I can see if I can get one for you.”

You nodded. “That’d be nice, but sure, I’ll…take this one for now.”

She nodded and swiped your card. “All yours, sweet-cheeks. Now, tell me how you get your hair that shiny.”

You grabbed your hair and shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wash it.”

“Not even fair,” She muttered, then turned to a new customer.

You went home after hitting a few more stalls, getting more craft things and some stuff for the kitty, hugging the album and wondering what awaited you inside.

Cupcake was waiting for you on your bed, sitting up and meowing loudly, stretching out a paw for you to take (which you did because why else teach him that trick) and then purring and arching into your hand.

“I know, I was gone for forever,” You scooped him up after successfully setting everything else down. “I bought some new music for us. You need a better name. A masculine name. You don’t respond to Cupcake anyway—not that I blame you. It’s a rather poor choice of a name for a cat, much less a tom.”

He just purred, climbing up onto your shoulders and riding there while you put away the few food items you had purchased and hopping onto the fridge while you started cooking your dinner.

You hummed as you tried to think of a different name for him, but after a moment you paused, wondering what song it was you were humming and why it was so familiar and yet so distant. So easy, but you couldn’t remember. You couldn’t remember the moment you stopped singing what the words were or how the song went, despite having reached the chorus. You could only remember the last words you sang.

You shook your head and went over, quickly opening the box to where the disc was in the album without seeing any sign of the pictures (Maybe a poster?) and then popping it into the player.

But it was worse than the first one, because you swore you knew each song. You had vague images in your head of people performing the songs. It hurt. It hurt to hear these songs because they were too familiar. Too familiar and yet so completely foreign that it was unfair.

The first one wasn’t too bad, but the second started really getting to you.

By the third song you were in tears.

By the chorus of the fourth song you were full-on sobbing on the bed.

The fifth song clashed so much with the sentiments of the previous two that it just broke you down further, and you had to turn it off before you started screaming at the empty space where the music should have come from.

You grabbed the photos from the album box after you had calmed down enough. Not bothering to try and remove the sticker, you slide the photos out and started flipping through the pages, horrified at the fact that they looked so achingly familiar and yet you had no idea who they were.

You tossed them back in the box and slammed it shut, eyes filled with tears.

But you must not have woken when someone came into the basement, because three days later the man was demanding to know where you got so many diamonds.

And fairies can’t lie.

Five days later you were staring out the window, a place you couldn’t go until you filled the box on your small counter space with diamonds. It wasn’t too large, but it was large enough that you were worried about whether you would ever fill it.

So you turned on the disc again, and cried. Cried until you were sick, and then collapsed into your bed. Exhaustedly petting the cat until you fell asleep, only to repeat it the next day. And the next.

When you finally filled it, you went straight to the market just to get some time away from the basement.

The shopkeepers from your regular stops came rushing up when they saw you, even Heidrun, all asking where you’d been and if you were okay and before you knew it you were sitting at one of the picnic tables with some soup and some tea and a bunch of worried fairies fussing over you.

Frida sat silently across from you, looking concerned but ultimately staring at the table.

Or so you thought, because she suddenly reached across the table and grabbed your bracelet. “Where did you get this?”

You blinked and tried to recoil, but couldn’t. “I don’t remember. I just figured it was from one of my previous homes.

Magnus frowned, looking at it. “It looks a lot like the one that…”

She nodded. “There’s something etched onto them. Fairy craftsmanship. Come over to my shop. Come on.”

You followed her, curious, and not wanting to let something you had a very strong attachment to out of your sight.

First she tried a jeweler’s eye loupe, then she wrinkled her nose and grabbed a flashlight, shining it through the gems and onto the table.

You stared down at it, confused.

“Something tells me your family didn’t give you up willingly,” Magnus said, voice a little tense.

Frida looked at you, as though she couldn’t believe it. “You’re the fairy that was taken away from BTS?”

You just looked back at her. “Um…is that what all of that means?”

“How did you like that album you bought?” She asked, eyes narrowed to slits.

You shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to think about how much you had used it to make yourself cry, because if you did then you knew she was right. And if she was right, then it would be even sadder.

“Weren’t the one that said that they couldn’t have been too sad about losing their fairy to be going on a world tour? Why would I want to be her?”

“No, they talked about it…it’s because they’re trying to find her. Find you. They didn’t say it explicitly because they could get in trouble for that, but they’ve hinted at it and there are tons of reports and pictures of them visiting every fairy sanctuary they could without compromising their performances. It just took a while for it to hit the news for us. Y/n, they’re looking for you. And if this is any proof, I think they love you and you need love. You look like a skeleton with skin.”

Heidrun gently pulled you into her arms. “What changed? You were doing alright and then you were gone and you come back looking like a ghost.”

“They found my tears,” You whispered.

She inhaled sharply, not quite a gasp, and held you tighter. “You can’t stay there.”

“I can’t leave there either. Where would I go? I would just get arrested and brought back to them.”

Frida folded her arms. “Leave it to me. You go back, lay low. Maybe try to appeal to the lady of the house. I’ll have you out of there as soon as I can. In the meantime….”

“I’ve still got a backlog of your diamonds, come get them just in case he asks again.” Your arm was gently pulled toward the currency exchange station.

You took the bag, and the treats most of them packed up for you. If the love of other fairies was enough to sustain you, you never would have been in this mess. But fairies, while kind and caring, didn’t have enough love for other fairies to keep them alive, especially once exposed to the love of a family. Fairies were good, and kind, and helpful, but also emotionally unstable which made it hard to focus enough love into one another without a consistent source of outside love.

It was a miracle your species had survived as long as it had.

Cupcake greeted you, meowing pathetically and hopping into your arms.

You sat down on your bed with him. “Let’s think of a new name for you.”

Eventually you settled on Keyowo, which was close to his current name but meant friend and was just…it was better.

You then set to deep cleaning over the next week, shrinking your things and tucking them into your suitcase to keep them out of sight.

On Tuesday he beat you to tears because you weren’t producing tears fast enough.

The album caught your eye again on the next Friday.

You picked up, tracing the seven on the cover, and then opening it. You pulled out the poster and unfolded it.

They were in white, with feathers floating down and a hole in the floor. They all looked so good.

You touched the one on the far left, wearing the sweater. Slightly cat-like facial features. You felt like you knew what his hands looked like, even though you couldn’t see much of them in the picture. Slightly calloused, bony, but gentle and careful. Caring for everyone.

“Yoongi,” You whispered, choking up. Tearing up.

Your fingers traced over each of them, names a whisper in your mind. A whisper that turned into shouts, memories flooding your mind of each and every one of them. Your mind screaming for them because your throat was too tight to even whisper.

They were your boys.

They had to let you go.

You weren’t supposed to remember them.

They weren’t supposed to try and find you.

The next day you shoved everything into your bag, tucked the cat into your coat, left a note for the missus and headed straight back to the fairy market.

Frida looked surprised when she saw you. “Whoa, what happened? Is this the kitty your were telling me about?”

“They’re gone for the weekend, that means even if I stay nearby they’ll think I’ve had two days to run out on them. I need you to help me get me back to my family.” You teared up. “I need to find them.”

Frida nodded, glancing around and closing her shop. “Come on. You can stay with me.”

Frida’s family consisted of a pair of siblings.

The sister, Alena, was a fairy rights activist in her spare time, which is why Frida had so much freedom, and a huge music fan. She had a whole wall of CD’s and albums and posters. Stacks of magazines featuring musicians.

The brother, Agnar, was quiet, “just an accountant”, and very kind. And very affectionate toward Frida.

Frida was equally affectionate toward him, bringing a fake gag from Alena.

They helped you find an outfit that hid your fairy-ness, and he got you tickets to the concert, all of you hoping that it would get you close enough for them to see you and recognize that you were there. Also, it would help you health-wise to see them in person and the rush from the concert would be overwhelming, but also might revitalize you.

Then Alena forced you to sit in the bathroom with her while she applied a cloth to your face with epsom salts to try and reduce the bruising and swelling on your face. She told you about the fairy abuse responders, and how she would call them in the morning and tell them about your family.

Agnar totally stole your cat.

Frida let you sleep in her fairy-home (because it definitely wasn’t a dollhouse and it was awesome, of course).

Four days later, you were at the concert venue with Alena, taking a seat and soaking in the atmosphere. People were talking all around and some people were chanting the boys’ names. Another group was starting to sing the songs.

You listened nervously, wondering whether it was true or not that they were looking for you. What if they were just making a fuss to get back at the company a bit? What if the media was making things up? It wouldn’t be the first time a story was fabricated for magazines.

Then the concert started and you and Alena were cheering for your boys, but you wondered why you ever thought they’d be able to see you in this mess.

It wasn’t until the second half of the concert that you had hope.

The boys were in more casual outfits, having more fun.

And they were all wearing the jewelry that Namjoon had made from your diamonds.

Jimin was the one who saw you first, though he looked right over you and then seemed to try and pinpoint you again, but was unable to in the crowd. He stood there with a smile plastered on his face, acting as though he was studying each Army’s face when you knew he was searching for you.

So you stood still in the writhing mass that of the crowd, and studied him.

He had lost weight, and if it hadn’t been for the makeup, you bet he’d look fairly wrung-out.

All of them looked like they’d been sick enough to lose weight.

Taehyung came over and practically dragged him away (making it look playful).

But Jimin said something to Jin and Jungkook.

Jungkook was over there as casually as he could, totally looking at the camera and doing ‘fanservice’. But he obviously didn’t spot you.

Jin didn’t either.

But Yoongi did during the very last song and he stopped, staring, then he was crouched, hand over his mouth, just staring in your direction.

You waved, wondering if he actually was staring at you.

He smiled, but it also looked like he wanted to cry. He waved as well, then cautiously moved off, still keeping an eye on you.

You bit your lip, smiling.

Alena squealed and grabbed onto you, and the two of you did your best to fit in with the rest of the crowd.

Both of you lingered as long as you could afterward, her extremely hyped from the whole concert and talking a mile a minute, while you were feeling…exhausted? All of the emotions around you and finally seeing your boys again….

But you had no idea how you were going to get to them, or how they were going to get to you.

Until you saw Sejin, scanning the crowd.

The likelihood of him being on the side of the boys was pretty good.

You tugged on Alena’s arm, pulling her to a stop.

Sejin locked onto you and started moving, coming your way, waiting until the straggling fans that had been around you were gone before telling security to let you through.

You dipped your head to the security guards, then bowed slightly to Sejin. “Hello.”

Sejin smiled. “Hello, y/n.”

You bit your lip. “I remembered.”

He nodded. “I figured. We all figured. They’re waiting. They’re all waiting.”

You were practically vibrating.

“Come on, let’s get you back to them. Your friend can come but she needs to wait in the hallway for…security purposes.”

You nodded and relayed the information to Alena, then both of you were following back to the waiting room.

Sejin stopped by the waiting room. “Go on in.”

You nodded, putting your hand on the doorknob and then turning it and going in.

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honeylove

— summary: sometimes it may feel as if you are punished for loving each other but no matter what happens, they will always make it better.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, slight fluff / poly!au / mafia!au

— word count: 5.6k

— warnings: gang violence, hurt/comfort

"You couldn't kill me if you tried for a thousand years."

Sitting on a wooden chair with ropes tied around him and hands restricted behind his back, Jungkook mimics the laugh of a villain, one that makes him feel so amused as he stares at the enemy boss that stands just a few feet away, angry at the fact that he isn't getting anywhere even with the continuous torture he's laid upon the youngest mafia boss of Bangtan.

Jungkook's lips are cut, he can taste the blood from inside and out and his buttocks ache from sitting so long. But he can hold on, he's Jeon Jungkook, youngest heir of the seven whom he loves just as equally as he loves the pretty one that's previously stolen their hearts.

"No, I can't." The man looks away for a moment and his lips are drawn into a small smirk as he hears footsteps making its way towards them. Jungkook watches, curious as to what other plans he has up his sleeves to try and hurt him even more but the second a familiar sound of a whimper leaves the lips of the captured victim that is brought in by the enemy's two guards, Jungkook's smile is immediate to fall.

"But I can try and kill her." Your eyes are bloodshot red from crying, fear, afraid, lips bright red, and your body trembles as they force you down on your knees. He cringes at the way you fall, a harsh thud, and he already wishes death upon the enemies. The man takes a handful of your hair, forcing you to look up and you scream in pain. "And it'd be the easiest thing in the world."

It's his turn to laugh. 

"J-Jungkook."

Your eyes are begging for him to do something, to save you, but both of you know none of you can escape the place alive without any weapons and help. And that is what pains Jungkook even more.

"I'll tell you what," the man decides, "I'll let you watch the whole thing, that way the two of you can still see each other until her last moments."

His eyes darken as he looks back up, the playful glint entirely gone as if it was never there in the first place and you visibly shiver. "Don't you dare," he growls, voice so deep you can hardly believe it's Jungkook.

The Jungkook you know is sweet and soft. He's kind and gentle, always going out of his way to show that he loves you and the other six that should be on their way. His eyes hold a whole world of galaxy, all the sparkling stars, eyes you always find yourself staring at for the longest time.

But the Jungkook here is an entirely different persona. He is the Jungkook that his enemies and comrades know of, the one who walks into the world of shadows as if he owns the whole system. A professional criminal, the youngest mafia who rules along with his six other boyfriends. This Jungkook will not hesitate to point a gun at someone who's said the wrong thing or ticked him off in the slightest way.

You've never seen him in this way, not ever this dark and dangerous. They've always been wary of showing you this side of themselves and you understand why. It scares you a little but you have every bit of hope and knowledge that they will never hurt you.

Because it isn't you Jungkook is angry at.

"What are you going to do, huh?" With every little teasing he wants to show Jungkook, you pay the price and get hurt each time. "You can't save her now."

"Please, please don't."

He's never begged and you've never seen Jungkook's eyes grow so fearful and afraid as he stares at you, tears glistening at his waterline while his body twists and jerks, wanting every part of him to grow so strong he can break past the ropes that are trapping him.

But he can't and Jungkook only begs some more.

"Don't hurt her. Hurt me. If there is anyone you should kill, it should be me. She hasn't done anything to you, her life isn't worth the kill, I'm more worthy so kill me instead."

You know it's just his way of trying to stall, to try and convince the enemy to let you go so you aren't phased by his words. But it does hurt a little, not of the words he's saying about you but of him wanting himself dead in your place.

"I will do anything, just please, don't hurt her."

"How precious." But the boss only laughs with amusement as he watches Jungkook bark out pleads that are music to his ears. He's got one of the ruthless most successful mafioso to beg to him and there is no way he will not take advantage of that. "Can I ask you a question, Jungkook?" He lets you go and you can see a little spark of relief leaving your boyfriend's eyes as the man walks up to him instead.

"Why her? Hm?" The cigar between his lips leaves him as he puffs out rings of smoke right upon Jungkook's face. "Why love a girl who knows nothing about this life? You could've gone on just fine with your other six. You needed one more? Six wasn't enough?"

"Why does it matter to you?" Jungkook deadpans.

Another moment of laughter leaves him. "Because, little criminal," he drops his smoke on the floor to crush it against his shoe, "if it wasn't for you, she wouldn't be in here," he takes a step back, "tortured, hurt," closer and closer until he stands beside you again, pulling at your hair to tilt your head back and you can smell the cigarettes from his lip, "killed." Laughters again and again, ringing into the room.

"This is all your fault."

And as you cry in pain and agony at the things he does to you, Jungkook has to watch every little thing while his heart tears apart and screams leaves his lips.

When the others finally arrive, it is a little too late but they came.

They came.

So the second Jungkook is released from the ropes, he doesn't care to get revenge on the boss just yet. For he runs and trips and falls to where you lay as Yoongi holds you. He rips you out of his hyung's hold, too afraid and fearful for the fact that you may be gone and it would be his fault for allowing you to go through the torture, for bringing you into his world.

"Baby," he repeats over and over, not bothering to care one bit about him crying out in public where everyone else can see his weakness because you're in his arms, still holding onto life. "Please, please." He doesn't know what he's begging for. Maybe for you to be alright, for you to live. Maybe it's in the way he hopes you will still love him, them, despite all of this.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers against your hair as he holds you tight against his chest.

Namjoon has to forcibly pull him away from you so that you can be seen by Seokjin and still he cries, barely able to stand on his own as the images of you flash in his mind.

.

.

You live, but is constrained to a wheelchair and you can't really work your hands so everything has to be done for you.

From eating to walking. From bathing to laying on a bed.

You hate every moment of it and the pain only reminds you of what you had to go through.

But seeing Jungkook beating himself up for the outcome of your situation, you try to make the best out of it because you know he is hurting and blaming himself.

"When we said to let us take care of you, this wasn't what we meant."

"I know," you place your hand over Taehyung's, letting it press a little as a way of showing you that you're squeezing it for comfort. "I will heal."

"You can't walk anymore."

"There are people in this world who had to live with it since the beginning of their lives," you tell him. "They were never given the privilege to walk on the grass, feel the earth, run and skip, and even though I will miss it, it's okay, I've lived that life. Now, this is my life."

Everything in your eyes is beautiful, and sometimes they just wish they can have the pairs of eyes you have, the kind of thoughts you hold, and the soft heart you were gifted with. But they don't and here they are, watching you with regret for breaking the promise they vowed to you, to always protect you.

"It didn't have to be your life."

Your heart breaks and you know where Jungkook is coming from, why he's saying it, but the meaning behind it hurts and your voice breaks a little as you tell him, "I chose to love you. I chose to be a part of this life and I'm choosing to stay despite everything. Because I love you."

"Maybe you chose wrong."

Your heart falls.

"Jungkook—"

"Are you saying I should just leave?"

"No, baby—"

"Jungkook." You want an answer from him, not anyone else. And as you stare at the way his back is faced towards you, you can only imagine what is going on in his head.

When he says nothing even after a while, you let out a sigh that trembles out of your lips and when your hands hurry to try and excuse yourself, your breath hitches from the sharp pain and you're quick to realize once again that your hands are also hurting.

"Careful, please," Hoseok begs when he crouches in front of you to inspect your hands. You ignore him to look at Jungkook who's still silent even as the rest of them has rushed to make sure you were alright.

And that is what hurts you even more. More than the legs you can no longer use, more than the throbbing pain of your fingers, more than any other pain afflicted upon your body. Your heart hurts so much more so when you cast your eyes to the floor, trying to blink the tears away, Hoseok gets the signal and reluctantly wheels you out of the living room.

You don't fall asleep when the night arrives.

Because even though you lie in between the arms of your lovers, the dark scares you, the nightmares that are inevitable to come, so you force yourself awake, not wanting sleep to ever come your way because you are so afraid.

You're afraid that if you let your eyes close, you will drift off and meet the man that almost took your life away in your dreams. You don't want to remember it, to remember everything that had already happened.

His laugh still rings in your ear and each time it does, you tremble a little more, clinging onto whoever is nearer and they hold you steady because they aren't able to fall asleep if you can't.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" You ask Jimin as you cling onto him while he holds you. Yoongi is behind you, holding you just as securely.

"Why aren't you?" Jimin asks.

"I don't like nightmares," you whimper.

"And we won't fall asleep until you do. Who else will hold you if not us?" Yoongi says and you nod, kissing Jimin right on his chest.

"I love you."

Love.

Love is sweet and precious and strong. Like them.

"You have to eat."

You ignore Seokjin's concerns to continue staring at a blank space as your head falls into a mind of its own. "Does Jungkook hate me?"

"Oh, Y/N." He lets the spoon fall into the bowl of porridge, letting it sit aside just for the moment because you need comfort and validation right now. He takes you out of the wheelchair to let you sit on his lap instead, holding you close. "Jungkook doesn't hate you, little one."

Your lips quiver because it's a little hard to believe that at the moment. "Then why won't he look my way?"

Seokjin's quiet for a few seconds trying to come up with an answer but he doesn't know. "I know this is tough for you but what happened in there, baby?"

You lean into his touch, his strong hold, and sniffle a cry. "Before he did anything to me, he told Jungkook that if it wasn't for loving me, I would have never been in such a position," you say, "that it was all Jungkook's fault."

"Well, there you have it."

"But it isn't fair," you cry, "Does he really want me to leave?"

"I'll talk to him, babygirl."

But for now, he holds you there as you cry for the event that made Jungkook act so cold and distant towards you. And with the way you hold onto him so tightly, as if you are afraid he too will not want you, Seokjin's heart aches. If there is ever a problem that occurs between two, the others get affected as well and he hopes that Jungkook will at least hear him out.

He finds the maknae in the training room a while later with hand wraps on and taking his anger and frustration out on the punching bag.

"Jungkook."

Seokjin knows the young one hears him but he decides to continue punching.

"You're hurting her, you know," he says, "Is this what you really want?" There is no answer because Jungkook knows what he's doing and he doesn't feel like stopping anytime soon. "You can't just keep ignoring the problem."

"I'm not."

"Ignoring Y/N is ignoring the problem."

"I'm not ignoring anything." He's a little more aggressive, a sign that tells Seokjin he doesn't want to talk about it but the older one knows it can't keep going on like this.

"So this is your way of saying you no longer want Y/N in our lives?"

"Can't you see?" He punches the bag harshly one last time before turning to his hyung. "If she stays, who knows what other horrible things are going to happen to her."

"We'll protect her—"

"That's what we said the last time and now what? She's stuck in a wheelchair barely able to do anything for herself."

"I know you're angry but—"

"I had to watch it all, hyung!" He snaps and there is a small line of tears that begins to grow as Jungkook remembers the event that is still so clear in his mind. "I had to watch him hurt her, break her legs, and even as she cried for help and mercy, I couldn't do anything." He's so afraid. So afraid of what would have happened if the others hadn't arrived.

Would he have to also see your eyes slowly lose its light? Know that the last thing you saw before your death was the breaking of his promise to you? That he promised nothing would happen to you but he failed to keep it?

You could have died, just barely holding onto life in that cold, dark room.

"I couldn't do anything," Jungkook says again but his voice is much softer, the fear and guilt eating him up alive. "I couldn't do anything, hyung."

There comes a time when Jungkook reaches his breaking point and Seokjin's there to hold him steady so that he doesn't completely fall apart.

Jungkook knows that what he's doing is hurting you. You call out to him whenever you can, eyes trailing after him as he chooses to ignore you and leave whenever you're in the room. He sees the way your eyes fall with disappointment and hurt without actually seeing you, he can see it in his mind. He hears you late at night as you hold onto the others and they try their best to comfort you through the nightmares that drive your insomnia.

He wants to make it better, but he fears that if he tries, a similar event like that will happen all over again and Jungkook knows he will not be able to bear it if a second time ever occurs.

"I know babyboy, I know you think this is the best decision for Y/N, to let her go, but you can't think this way." He holds him, placing a gentle kiss atop his head because when the maknae cries, it hurts them most. "Our enemies know Y/N, if we let her go, what will happen if she isn't guarded and they capture her again? It will be a repeat of the event but she won't have any hope left."

"She didn't have it then."

"No," he shakes his head. "She had you, you were her hope. Because she knows that as long as we love her, we will always protect her no matter what. Because even though everything was hurting and he was slowly trying to kill her, she had that hope to hold onto, knowing the rest of us would come to the rescue. She may not be able to walk anymore, but do you know what she told me when we were in the room with the other medics and I had to do everything I could to save her?"

"What?"

"J-Jin...Jin...-"

Never once had you ever thought you would ever be the one to end up on the receiving end of Seokjin's healing hands, but here you are, crying out for his name as if he is an angel.

"Shh, babygirl, save your breath," Seokjin tells you but your lips quiver as your trembling hand holds out for him weakly. He takes the hand, not ever able to reject you, and holds you steady. "You're going to be alright."

"Promise me...promise me something."

Your brows are creased and your voice is low but he hears you. "Anything."

"No matter what happens, whether I will ever walk again or not, please don't stop protecting me. Please don't leave me."

"Oh, baby," he squeezes your hand gently, "why would we ever leave you?"

"Some of you are going to think that it's for the best but no matter what happens," more tears escape your eyes as you hold onto him, not caring for the other two medics who can hear and see everything, "being by your sides will be the best protection you can give me and I will go through this all over again if someone asks me."

"No, Y/N—"

"I love you," you vow, "so promise me."

"We can't leave her," Seokjin tells the man that he holds in his arms, slowly crumbling down, "you can't leave her."

When Jungkook goes to take a stroll in the garden and sees you, you're in your wheelchair with your bodyguard Doyoung behind you, pushing you to wherever you want. A blanket lays on your lap, indicating the time of the season when Spring has yet to come.

"Oh wait, Doyoung, stop here for a second." He obeys your command for you to take the time to admire the budding flowers. "Do you see this? They're blooming!"

He smiles a little at the sight. You've always had the tendency to make friends with their inferiors in and out of the house. That's why everyone likes you and would want nothing harmful to be cursed upon you. Yet there you are, stuck in a wheelchair for the remainder of your life, smiling and going along to what life planned for you as if nothing was different.

But he knows it's different, you just don't like to dwell on the sadness and would rather look at everything with sunshine and rainbows.

Sometimes it isn't always the best, sometimes he wishes you would just be true and give in to the fear and let them hold you.

"I should tell Jungkook, he—" You pause and his heart drops at the way you hesitate, understanding why you can't go on.

It was him who got you the seeds to plant the flowers for them to bloom for when Spring arrives. The two of you picked them out together, promising one another that if the flowers began to bloom, you'd watch it together. But after the incident, it's always been you seeking Jungkook while he hides away, not wanting anything to do with you.

Truth is, he's still afraid, but what Jungkook wants more than anything is to see that precious smile of yours again.

You're too sweet for the world, too pure and precious and he wants nothing bad to ever happen to you, yet there he was standing in the garden with you oblivious to his presence, thinking bad on every little moment from the time the enemy brought you down to him.

Your screams still echo in his ears. They ring and ring like an ongoing nightmare, as if he is to be punished for not being able to keep his promise to you.

He doesn't want anything bad to happen again, and fears that while he remains selfish and holds onto you rather than letting you go, more darkness will follow you around. His world was never safe from the beginning but they fell so hard for you they threw away all logics and held onto the one thing that is the light in the shadow world where they belong.

But the longer he stares, the more his brain tries to see the logic and rightful way to go about this, the harder it is for him to process how he will be if you are gone. Everything's been better since you fatefully walked into their lives and now here you are, in a wheelchair. Because of him.

But if there is anything Jungkook should know, it is that he is someone who always gets what he wants.

And right now, just as the first moment his eyes caught your beautiful figure, all he wants is you.

But is it right? To be selfish and let you stay in this world that is so dangerous and dark?

He doesn't know, but he finds himself walking towards you, catching Doyoung's eyes and silently beckoning him to leave before calling out for you since what feels like forever.

"Y/N."

You're surprised, of course you are. Your breath hitches at his call, eyes widening at his presence, and he sees the way your hand retraces from the flowers to lay on your lap. Your fingers fiddle with one another, a nervous habit of yours, but you don't look away from his piercing gaze as if you are afraid this is just a hallucination, an illusion..a dream.

He levels himself to you with one knee on the cold hard pavement. "Why are you crying?"

You hadn't realized but when you go to touch your cheek and feel it damped, a few more tears slip away. "I-I don't know," you say and his brows furrow. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" Jungkook's heart aches at the sight, the pain in your voice, and he wraps his arms around your torso to lean in and burrow his face against your thigh. "I should be apologizing."

"I miss you," you confess.

He nods. "I'm sorry. I'm just...I'm scared."

"It's okay," you say, "I am too but I'm also brave, Jungkook, braver than the girl you first met."

"You're hurt," he points out. "The things you went through, you..- now you're in a wheelchair chair and I couldn't—"

"Stop, please don't blame yourself." You take his head, cupping his face with eyes filled with tears to force him to look back at you. "You and I both know nothing could be done at that moment. Even if you were to escape those ropes, he would have definitely just shot me right then and there without hesitation. It could have gone so much worse, you could have lost me completely, but you didn't and I'm relieved that he only took away my ability to walk, not leave this Earth forever."

"Why..-" Jungkook lets out a little sigh of exasperation as he looks up again. "How can you look at things like this? Make it seem so much better than the actual situation you're facing?"

"Because I'm right and you know it."

"Even so," he takes your hands to hold them together in a gentle manner and kisses them, the same hands that were touched by the enemy where your fingers are scarred from the event that still terrifies the two of you. "You didn't deserve this."

"I know but it's okay," you squeeze his hands with a tight smile on your face. "I'm alive and living and I'm here and I'm yours."

You always make the best out of the worst things, like when you changed them for the better and he knows him and the guys will never want to ever let go of someone like you—no, not someone like you—you, just you. No duplication, no imitation.

You. Y/N. Their one and only babygirl whom they love more than anything in the world.

"You're mine," he nods and kisses your hand again. "Ours."

He holds your face with his large hands, brushing away the soft tears that have been left to stain your precious cheeks, and gently swipes around your eyes to make sure the remaining tears are gone as well. He doesn't have to say that he loves you, because actions speak louder than words and when Jungkook leans up to press his lips against yours, the dance of your lips are the silent vows of love that isn't needed to be said.

.

.

You wake up to find Jimin staring at you, his lips so plump and perfect, the right amount of seduction without actually seducing but that's Jimin for you. He smiles as if admiring the view in front of him but you're confused because there isn't anything else but you in front of him.

"What?" You ask, voice croaky from having just woken up.

"You slept well last night, pretty one," he says and you gasp.

You did. You slept very well that night and Jimin didn't have to wake you nor stay awake with you because of your fears and the nightmares eating you up.

You actually slept well.

"I actually had a dream!" You squeal with excitement, quick to try and jump on top of him but the pain shoots up from your right leg and you wince, catching the attention of everyone almost instantly.

"Y/N-"

"What's wrong-?"

"You have to be careful, babygirl," Jimin chides as he sits up from the bed to uncover the blanket from your body in order to check on your leg. "It isn't going to heal properly anymore, remember?"

That alone ruins your mood and you bite your lower lip, pouting. "Hurts," you say and Seokjin coos.

"It's going to be alright, little one, but you have to be careful like Jimin said, okay?"

It's annoying, having nothing to rely on except others to help you with your everyday life. But you can't really complain. After all, you've told Jungkook that it was better than receiving death and if he hears that you have a hard time adjusting to this life, he will only feel bad and blame himself all over again.

You cannot have that.

So you nod and let them take care of you.

"I'm sorry," you apologize, trying to hide your slight disappointment of always having to be cared for but with your lips quivering and the tears watering against your waterline, you can never hide anything from them.

And so that sets off another set of panic.

"Hey, no, no, no, baby," Hoseok quickly coax as he cups your face in his hands to catch the tears before they can fall. They know far too well that it isn't from the pain of your legs after Seokjin made sure of it. "Don't cry, my baby."

You sniffle, shoving his hands away gently to wipe your own tears but he doesn't let you. "I'm so pathetic."

Chorus of no's are immediate to echo into the room and it's kind of fascinating because you know they are completely different people once they are in front of others.

"You can't look down on yourself, honey, you're in no position to refuse help at this moment," Namjoon tells you and you know it's true but it's a little hard to accept the truth.

You wish you can just avoid this and walk out but you can't. You can't use your legs.

"I know but..-" You try to keep the frustration subtle in front of Jungkook, took a moment to breathe and calm yourself and that's when he leans in to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

"It's okay baby," he says, "I know." He takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I understand baby, you don't have to hide it, I know it's frustrating so you don't have to try and be strong. It's okay to be weak."

Your brows furrow. "But I'm always weak."

"What?" Yoongi chuckles. "Then tell me how a weak person can face us each day without flinching away."

"That's because you love me," you pout.

"That's right, but that's only because of what you've done," he says, patting you gently on your head. "Before we even fell in love with you, you knew what you were getting into, softening our hearts. And that takes a lot of guts to do."

"It was new," Taehyung recalls. "We've always been used to everyone fearing us, trembling at our presence and not even daring to look our way. And then when you came around, you treated us as equal individuals, gifting us with that precious smile of yours."

"You've always taken good care of us, Y/N."

"I don't," you deny, "I don't do much."

Jimin shakes his head lightly. "You're the light of our world and that is the most important job," he smiles, "as ours."

You look away to the floor, huffing. "It isn't enough."

"No, no, please don't say that," Seokjin says and Jungkook goes to hold your face with his hand.

When he forces you to look up and your eyes meet, there is a palpable silence that passes by as his eyes force him to see the visions between the you now in front of him, and the you then that cried out for his help back in that dark room. He shakes away the images and leans in to rest his forehead against yours with a sigh.

"Your love is the most precious gift that has been given unto us and we will never take that for granted. We love you, Y/N, more than the word love itself, more than anything." He kisses the tip of your nose. "More than the tears that tries to tear us apart." He kisses both your eyes. "More than words can ever convey." He kisses your forehead. "And your love," he leans back to so that you can see that the others share the same thoughts, "we are lucky to even receive this love."

Jungkook guides your legs slowly towards him, gently bending one of them with soft touches and leans down to deliver one last kiss on your knee. "So thank you," he smiles softly though a single tear slips from his eye, "thank you for allowing us to love you, to protect you. Thank you for being ours even at your worst times."

You may not think that your love is not enough compared to theirs but to them, your love is the best thing that has happened to them.

And even if things may not be great physically, you have them. Them who will stop at nothing to do anything for you if you say so. Them who always make it better whenever you don't feel well.

Even when you catch a fever a day later and refuse to tell them, believing you've already bothered them enough. Because no matter how you try to hide anything, they will always figure it out with a simple look.

"Baby," Namjoon's brows furrow as he crouches in front of you and holds your face, confirming his beliefs. He lets out a light sigh. "You have a fever, little one."

You move his hand away with some bit of effort, pouting. "It's okay, you have things to take care of."

Your voice is scratchy and he stands to pick you up from the wheelchair, ignoring your little protests. "Shh, baby," he hushes. "You're right, I do have things to take care of and that is you."

He walks back into the room not a moment too soon, allowing the rest to look up with slight confusing glances on their faces.

"Something wrong?" Taehyung asks.

"The little one has a fever."

"No, it's—"

"If you think we're going to let anyone else take care of you, you're wrong, baby," Yoongi says, cutting you off with a frown. "You're already in pain and now you're going through another burden."

"Come here," Hoseok offers and Namjoon hands you over to him with no protest, to which Hoseok lays you back down on the bed with him beside you. Jimin helps to pull the covers up to your neck and because you're too tired and weak, you don't protest. "Don't worry, love, we'll make it better."

And they do, that always do.

[babyen-ami]

Smile

Lee Heeseung/reader | childhood best friends to lovers | fluff & angst.

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: depictions of violence, minor character death, alcohol abuse, ideas of self-harm and worthlessness, running away from problems.

Synopsis: Heeseung has always been your best friend. the person that has always supported you through thick and thin. the person with the most beautiful smile, that could light up your whole life. how could you not fall for him?

Notes: This is also published on AO3 under hapenguin. hope you like it!

ⓒ babyen-ami 2021. Do not repost or modify.

The first memory you had of Heeseung was when You were 4 years old. It was an amazingly simple memory, only him smiling at you, with a big, beautiful smile that Made his eyes crease. It was a bright, sunny day. Hence why you were outside playing. You had been chasing him around the garden when he stopped abruptly making you stumble into him and land on top of him. You held out your hand to prevent any injuries, but that only made the situation first because you put all the weight of the fall on your hand that encountered a branch and fresh blood sprung out. Heeseung looked at you with a sheepish smile while you cried your eyes out. He kept repeating how sorry he was and even through your tears you were able to give him a small smile and tell him it was all forgiven. That was enough for the little boy because he was suddenly offering you the most beautiful and grand smile in the world while he held your other hand. His smile distracted you, it calmed you down. and just like that, tears that had been flowing freely came to a sudden halt. He always had a way of calming you. He was the person that kept you grounded even when you were only 4 years old. And His smiles would always be the reason for your smiles. That specific memory was your favorite image in the world.

When You were fourteen your mother died and even though Heeseung's smile made you feel a bit better at the funeral, it could not make up for what you would have to live from there on out. after that, your father had never been the same. At that age you had to start doing whatever work you could only to pay for the bills, so your drunk of a father could keep up with his habits.

After two weeks of you working your ass off and not being able to hang out with Heeseung, he found out. He had walked to your house only to find your dad passed out on the sofa surrounded by bottles of whiskey. Heeseung waited for you to come home on your porch. You finally made it by nine and the moment he looked at you, you saw in his eyes that he knew everything. "How long?" He asked softly. You grimaced but answered, nonetheless. "He's been drinking since my mom died but I've only been working a few weeks."

He did not say a word after that, only stood up and hugged you. Nobody had hugged you since the funeral, and it was like your mind came to accept the reality all at once. Tears started to slip from your eyes, and you murmured "I'm exhausted."

Two years later, you and Heeseung were a well-oiled machine. He was your rock, the person you could always trust and lean on. While you worked 2 part-time jobs and got home to make dinner for your father, he helped by doing your homework and making sure your father didn't kill himself or break something when he got home smelling like alcohol and drugs. You loved your dad, but you also knew that you shouldn't be forced to deal with all of this. You were only 16 for crying out loud. You also loved Heeseung. He had always been a pretty boy in your eyes. even when you were 6 years old and "boys had cooties" you thought that he was pretty and that his smile could light every aspect of your being. But now... You had no words to explain what he meant to you. Sometimes you would get home and he would be there having tucked your dad into bed and waiting for you with a bowl of ramen. In those moments, the only thing that could cross your mind was how beautiful he was, and how thankful you were for having him, and how much you wanted to kiss him. And then he would follow you to bed and he would smile at you and everything would feel better, all your worries dissipated just by looking at his beautiful smile. Then, he would wait until you fell asleep because he knew that if he left before you fell asleep you would stay up all night worried about a hundred different things. And he would sing for you, and each time that he did, you fought to stay awake wanting to hear his voice forever.

It was the first Saturday you had off in weeks and you woke up early deciding that for one day, you would just forget all of it. You walked to Heeseung's house and were received by his mom. She welcomed you with a big smile and a hug and you asked her if you could go wake up Heeseung. She nodded. "But before you go up, could I talk with you?" She asked. "Oh yeah of course"

She led you into the kitchen and offered you coffee which you gladly accepted. "Heeseung has been getting home very late" she started. "Oh, it's all my fault. I'm so sorry" you said hurriedly. "Oh, no honey don't worry I'm not mad. I talked with him 3 days ago and he explained the situation." Your eyes widened and your gut tightened. You wanted to run back to your house. "H-he told you?" You stammered. "Don't worry and please don't be mad at him. I want to help." "You want to help?" You repeated. "Are you going to repeat everything I say?" She said with a smile. "You are always welcome here, and you can ask me for whatever you need," she added. "That's extremely kind of you. Thank you so much" you said quickly because you could feel the heaviness of tears at the bottom of your throat. "You are like a daughter to me so don't even worry about it, now go wake Heeseung up," she said patting your leg in a motherly fashion.

You landed beside Heeseung's body that was currently sprawled on the bed and he grunted. "Wake up," you said in a sing-song tone. He mumbled something like go away but you kept on insisting until he grabbed you by the waist and tugged you so you were lying beside him and then he did something that made your heartbeat so fast you were scared you would have a heart attack. He held you against him. "No, no Heeseung" you whined "it's my only day off and I am not spending it trying to wake you up" you added. He grunted but let you go. He then proceeded to rub his eyes, sit up and smile the sleepiest smile he could muster.

It was 3 in the afternoon and you were laying on the grass of the park near your house. Heeseung was beside you leaning against a tree. Heeseung had been talking about BigHit entertainment, which was a big company right now in the kpop industry thanks to BTS. Heeseung has always adored music. Even when you were he would always be singing and dancing. It was something he was truly passionate about and you could see it in his eyes every time the topic was brought up. "I mean it's just an idea, they're holding auditions, and well..." He was saying nervously as he looked at your blank face. The words in question brought you out of your reverie. "You should totally do it," you said, frankly. "But that means I would have to move to Seoul and it's..." He trailed off. "First make sure you pass the audition. Seungie let's take this one step at a time." You were sure he would pass the audition. He was incredibly talented, and any company would be lucky to have him. You had to tell him to chase his dreams no matter how much it hurt you to see him leave. "Yeah, you're right. Wait! Did you just call me Seungie?" He asked and you just smiled sheepishly at him. "You haven't called me that since we were like ten," he said with a smile.

The auditions passed and the results came. Of course, Heeseung had made it, he was incredibly talented. He came running all the way to your house to tell you that he had passed, only to find you picking up pieces of glass that were scattered all over the living room. "What happened?" He asked forgetting all about the audition. "He hadn't been home in a couple of days and when he got here, I told him that he couldn't just disappear and that I was worried. He started fighting with me and threw the bottle of whiskey against the wall" you answered and carried on with picking up the pieces of the bottle. Heeseung knew it wasn't the best time to tell you, but he had to. "I got in. I'm gonna be a trainee for BigHit" he said quietly. The statement caught you so off base that a piece of glass slipped from your hands and in your reflex to catch it, you cut your hand. "Ow!" You gasped.

You were both in the bathroom. You were sitting on the edge of the sink while he tended to your cut. "I'm not gonna go to Seoul," he said. "What, why not?" You asked immediately. "I can't leave you..." He almost whispered. But you heard him loud and clear. "Don't worry about me. I mean, of course, having your help has been a gift, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I stopped you from following your dream" you said firmly "I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself. Plus, I'm not alone, I have your mom" you added looking him in the eyes. He had just finished putting a band-aid over the cut and his fingers moved up to grab your wrist and pull you down from the sink, while he kept on looking into your eyes. You had always been short. But right now, looking in his eyes, you had to tilt your chin up to be able to do it. He leaned his head down and all the alarms in your mind started going off like crazy. Was he going to kiss you? he was looking at you so heavily and his eyes would drift quickly to your lips and then back up to your eyes. This was it; you were finally going to kiss Heeseung. But before anything else could happen you heard your father yell your name making the both of you jump apart.

The chatter of passenger's surrounded you while you walked next to Heeseung and his family to the gate of the train in which your best friend would be going off to achieve his dream. Your mind was cluttered, and your heartfelt heavy with all of the emotions you were feeling. You were unbelievably proud of him and sure that he would prove just how talented he was. But at the same time, you couldn't help but think about how hard it was going to be without him. Not only were you going to miss him helping you out with all your problems, but you were also going to miss him as your best friend.

After the almost-kiss-incident in the bathroom the other day, you had decided that you were gonna kiss him goodbye today. You couldn’t live with yourself if he left without knowing how you felt for him. plus, you were a hundred percent sure that he would debut, and he would become famous, so you were also a hundred percent sure that you would probably not be seeing much of Heeseung again. It was now or never.

He suddenly stopped and you crashed lightly into him. You were in front of his gate. Heeseung said his goodbyes to his family and his mother started crying softly, so he hugged her again and whispered soothing words in her ear. He then turned to you. There were already unshed tears filling your eyes and he grimaced, grabbing your hand. He hugged you and whispered in your ear "what if I don't leave?" when he said those words, you felt a chill run through you. What if you kissed him and that just increases his desire to not leave? It was only a what-if, but you couldn’t risk making that what if come true. So, you refrained from kissing him.

You pushed him lightly so you could look into his eyes. "If you don't leave, I'm gonna drag you there by your ear," you said sternly. "But... I'm going to miss you" he said sheepishly. "And I'm going to miss you, but we'll talk every chance we get," you said but he still looked torn on whether to get on the waiting train or not. "I'm gonna be fine," you said and shoved him subtly in the direction of the train "go," you told him softly, but he didn't move. He just kept looking at you. So, you shoved him harder "go," you said louder this time. He gave you one last glance and then turned around to get on the train.

It was difficult talking with Heeseung, he was always rehearsing or extremely tired, and you were always working or taking care of your father. But even though it was hard, your chat could show just how much you told each other about your day-to-day. He would talk to you about the song he was currently practicing, and you would tell him about the weird customer that came into the restaurant that day.

two whole years passed this way. dying to see each other but never really having the time or energy. You knew Heeseung called his mother at least once a week, but you were never there when he did. So that's why you considered it extremely weird to have him calling you while he knew you were at work. You chanced a glance at your boss only to see she was busy, so you answered the video call. You were met with his beautiful smiling face. You had seen many pictures that he normally sent to his mom but seeing him smiling in real-time even if it was through a screen made your heart flutter. He had gotten even more handsome if that was possible. "It's been way too long," he said "I've missed your ugly face," he added teasingly. you rolled your eyes but smiled, nonetheless. "I'm at work, can we talk later?" you whispered. "right sorry, it's just something really quick," he told you and then added, "you know the series Big hit and Belift are making to see who the next band to debut will be?" you hummed in agreement and he continued "well I got in." A huge smile made its way onto your face "Seungie that's amazing!" you all but screamed and your boss turned to look at you with a scowl. "Does your mom know? she's going to be so excited." He laughed looking at you fondly "no, you're the first person I wanted to tell" his eyes showed a certain softness that you couldn't quite pinpoint but made you feel giddy. "you're gonna do amazing," you said. "thanks" A weird silence settled over the both of you before he blurted out "I miss you" at the same time your boss grabbed your phone and hung up the call.

Once I-land was announced and the schedule was set for each Friday, you negotiated working extra hours on other days just so you could see Heeseung and feel proud of him. it was the first Friday I-land would be airing and you were currently sitting on the floor of Heeseung's house. His mother and father were both on the couch and his brother was on the individual sofa. "I can't believe my little brother is going to be in a series," His brother said, and you smiled openly proud. "shush it's starting," Mrs. Lee said patting her son's leg.

I-land was a beautiful place, and you were almost jealous of Heeseung. It was surreal seeing him on TV, and he looked so handsome. It was also funny seeing all the other boys fawn over their Hyung. You weren't even surprised when he got into I-land. He was that talented. Seeing him, looking so happy made you happy too. As it had always been, His smile made you smile too. You hadn't felt your heart so light since he had left. It was the best day you had in a while, but that only lasted until you got home. You had stayed at the Lee's household way longer than you would have stayed at work, and for that reason, you weren't home to pick your dad from the stairs and get him into bed.

When you stepped into the house, it was deadly quiet, but your father was sitting calmly in the living room. When he saw you walk in, he spoke. "Where have you been?" "At Heeseung's house," you said. You didn't understand, he didn't seem drunk, but you still couldn't remember the last time he had not been drunk. "Oh, so while you whore around I have to starve to death?" He asked hotly. you walked closer to your father and sniffed him. He reeked of alcohol. "and here I was thinking you could actually be sober" you murmured walking over to the kitchen to make him some dinner.

When you walked to the living room with a hot plate of food, you found your dad sprawled out drinking directly from a bottle. You grabbed his wrist and took the bottle away from him. "no, if I'm going to make you dinner and keep on looking after you, you have to at least drink less!" you exclaimed filled with rage. "you're just a little bitch" he growled and pushed you, making the hot soup land on your arm. Your father grabs the bottle and leaves you to clean up.

Heeseung was sitting eating breakfast while everybody talked cheerfully. "What's wrong Heeseung Hyung?" Jungwon asked and almost everyone turned to look at him. "What do you mean?" "Well, you seem kind of quiet" Geonu chirped. "It's just because I miss my family, I wish I could call them" Heeseung answered simply. "But that's not it," K Hyung said "I mean, we all miss our family" he added looking firmly at Heeseung. "There's a girl!" K exclaimed after a while. It was as if all hell had broken loose. "Tell us about her" somebody yelled and Heeseung felt himself blush. "No, no there's no girl”. "Then why are you blushing?" K asked. Heeseung groaned loudly and said, "her name is y/n, she's my best friend and she has no idea that I like her."

It was the Fourth Friday the show had been airing, and you were currently sprawled on the couch in the Lee's living room. You had now learned to leave food on the table for your dad, and to hide every alcohol bottle in the house. But it seemed you hadn't hidden them well enough because when you walked into your house you found your dad sitting on the living room floor drunk out of his mind and crying over a picture of your mom. All the lights in the house were off and the only light was in the form of a candle surrounding your father. you went to turn on some lights but even if you moved the switch, it wouldn’t turn on. You had forgotten to pay the electric bill. You walked clutching the wall all the way to the bathroom and looked under the loose floorboard where you kept the emergency money. It would all be fine. You would go first thing tomorrow and pay the bill. Except it wasn’t going to be okay. There was no money.

“Dad… did you take the money?” you asked. “yeah! bought some whiskey” he murmured happily and that was your limit for today. You felt tears slip down your cheeks as you ran all the way to the familiar door. The door where Heeseung had always waited for you with open arms. The only difference was that this time, the door opened to reveal a Lee that wasn’t the Lee you wanted. But you still let him envelop you in his open arms…

The next day you sold your phone to be able to pay for the electricity bill, and also save up a little bit. A month ago, the idea of selling your cell phone was completely out of the picture, because it was the only thing that kept you connected to Heeseung. But now… he was busy, and would probably be busy from here on, so you wouldn’t need to keep in contact with him.

Once Heeseung got hold of his phone again, the first person he called, to tell that he had made it to the second part of I-land, was you. But you didn’t answer, all he heard was a beep and a mechanical voice informing him the line had been disconnected. He felt himself grow worried immediately. He called his mom. She answered after two rings. “I got into the second part of the show,” he said almost breathlessly, and his mom screamed in joy. “I knew you would make it; you are so talented. my boy,” she said happily and they both spoke for a while before Heeseung asked. “What happened to y/n’s phone?” “she sold it” was his mother’s short answer “she is probably coming by later if you want to talk to her” she added. “Yeah, I’ll call later,” he said. But he didn’t call. It felt weird not knowing everything that was going on in his best friend’s life. Was this how it was going to be from now on? he hated to think that way, but it seemed as if you didn’t need him anymore.

The second part of I-land started and although you wanted to support Heeseung so badly, you just couldn’t because you were working extra shifts, saving up money, finding ways to stop your father from drinking, and trying to hold yourself up by putting together the pieces of your heart with tape. You had been sleeping at Heeseung’s family house to avoid interactions with your father, but you needed to get some clothes and things from the house. You gathered your courage and opened the door to the house and stepped inside. The house was completely quiet and the sight that greeted you made your blood run cold.

your father was passed out drunk in the middle of the living room. You swore loudly and dropped to the floor beside him to take his pulse. his heart was beating as strong as ever. You knew the best option was to take him to the emergency room, but you didn’t have a car, you didn’t have the money and you didn’t have the will to answer all the questions that were bound to be thrown your way in the hospital. So, gathering all your strength, you dragged your dad to the couch and then proceeded to tuck him in comfortably with a blanket. You decided to take his pulse every few minutes to make sure everything was okay; you also grabbed a bucket to put beside his face for when he started throwing up.

After about an hour you were starting to get extremely worried. tears were streaming down your face and your heart filled with so many emotions you couldn’t understand anything. You were angry at him because he was supposed to be your father, he should be taking care of you, making you happy, but here he was making you grow up before you had to. It wasn’t fair that you had to live through all of this. You were sad and worried because you didn’t want anything to happen to him. Yes, he was horrible with you, and most of the time you hated him, but he was still your father. You were also angry at yourself for feeling sorry for the person who had made your life miserable. Your dad suddenly grunted and stirred on the couch. You felt like oxygen could finally enter your lungs.

You had already grabbed everything you needed and put it into a backpack. Seeing as you had nothing else to do while he woke up, you let anger overtake you. Angry tears streamed down your face as you raided the house looking for every bottle of alcohol you could find. gathering everything in the kitchen, you started opening them and emptying them in the sink not caring about how much noise you were making, and that was your mistake. You were down to the last bottle when you heard a loud cry behind you, and a pair of hands grabbed you, flinging you to the other side of the kitchen.

Your cheek impacted against the oven and you felt something hot trickle down and mingle with your tears. “WHAT DID YOU DO!?” your father asked, and you looked at him blabbering like a fish out of the water “since you decided to be a bitch, give me money to buy more” he added firmly, and although you were shaking with all your might, you said “no” “What did you say?” he said, approaching you and you scrambled to your feet. “I said no!” you screamed “I deserve a father, not this poor attempt you’ve been giving me. You always talk about how YOU lost her, how YOU miss her, how YOU don’t know how to live without her. But let me tell you that I LOST HER TOO!” you continued “and not only did I lose her, but I also lost you too” you finished only to feel a hard slap against your bleeding cheek.

You could see so much anger in his eyes, you immediately started backing up until your back hit the wall. He walked to you and clasped his hand around your throat. “Don’t you fucking dare talk about her” he said through clenched teeth. You were trying but failing miserably at getting air in your system and he seemed to notice you were becoming purple because he let go. You dropped to the ground panting wildly trying to compose your erratic breathing and he kicked you. You grunted in pain. “leave and don’t ever come back,” he said “I don’t even want to see you in this town. If you stay here I’ll know where to find you and not only will I hurt you, but I will also hurt your precious boyfriend’s family” He finished menacingly and you ran grabbing the backpack on your way out. It was already getting dark, so you knew you would have to wait until tomorrow to be able to do something. You decided to go to the people that had treated you better than your own family.

Mrs. Lee heard a knock on the door and went to open it, knowing she would find y/n on the other side. But what she couldn’t have known was that she would find y/n crying, with blood all over her face and the beginning of bruises on her neck. “God! what happened?” she asked worriedly ushering you in. you could barely talk, but in between your sobs, you managed to choke out “my dad” and Mrs. Lee didn’t need any more information to understand what had happened.

Heeseung had no way of knowing that while he was celebrating having obtained second place in the test for that week, you were having the worst day of your life. His prize for obtaining second place was the right to make one phone call. He immediately thought of you, but then remembered you didn’t have a phone anymore. He settled with calling his brother who answered on the fifth ring. “Hello?” “Hyung” Heeseung greeted happily.

You were standing in the kitchen with Heeseung’s brother talking about what had happened when his phone rang. After picking it up a giant smile spread on his face. “Heeseung-ah!” he exclaimed, “what’s going on?” you could hear Heeseung’s giggles through the phone, so when his brother looked at you asking for permission to tell him what had happened, you softly shook your head.

Heeseung laughed loudly as his brother made fun of him and told him that Jay was more handsome than him. He then spoke with his mom, who gave him encouraging words and told him how much she missed and loved him. All this while he knew the cameras were on him, but to speak with the person he wanted to speak to, he wanted to be truly alone. So, he headed to the bathroom. “Mom is y/n there?” he asked softly before his mother could hang up.

what Heeseung didn’t know was that he was on speaker mode and you had heard everything. you nodded softly at Heeseung’s mom and she handed you the phone. “hi” you breathed and Heeseung felt as if his heart wanted to leave his body and find yours. “I’ve missed you,” he said, and you told him that you had also missed him. “I know you probably don’t have much time so I’ll be quick” you started “you are doing amazing on the show and I know for sure that you will debut, and you will be a great idol, and you will help thousands of people to be better just like you did with me.” “Why are you speaking like this?” he asked. “let me finish,” you said, and he kept quiet so you continued “just promise me you won’t forget who you are, and whenever you feel like you can’t, remember all the times you helped me achieve something and believe I am right there with you helping you achieve it” you exhaled and he whispered, “I promise.” “Seungie” you also whispered. “yeah?” “I like you, as more than a friend. I have for a while now” you told him “and don’t say anything, go win the competition and then we’ll talk.” you said your goodbyes and you both stared at the phone similarly, except that the emotions for both of you were completely different.

He was looking at the phone with the biggest smile he could muster. He was genuinely happy. You liked him and he liked you. And once he got to debut and everything, he would help you leave your father’s house, and you would both be happy. He couldn’t wait for what tomorrow would bring. You were looking at the phone while tears dripped down your face, knowing that that was the last time you would speak to him because the next day you would be leaving and not looking back. You dreaded what tomorrow would bring.

Heeseung was picked through the global vote, to debut as a member of Enhypen. Once he was backstage getting ready for a photoshoot after the results had been announced, Heeseung called his mom. He was begging that you were there with her. "Mom!" He said happily. "Honey we just saw it all live. We are so proud of you" she said and after a couple of questions from her, Heeseung was finally able to ask the question that he had been dying to ask since his mom had picked up. "Is y/n there?" he asked. “Heeseung… Uhm...she left.” “oh, isn’t it late for her to be working?” “No Heeseung-ah, things hadn’t been great between y/n and her father, she was basically living here. The day you called, she had gone home to get some things and she came back beaten black and blue. He almost killed her. You called but she didn’t want to worry or distract you with her problems, we didn’t think much of it because we assumed, she would eventually tell you everything. But the next day, we woke up and she was gone with all her things, and we haven’t heard anything from her… that was weeks ago” His mom said. A heavy silence settled between them. “Are you okay honey?” his mother asked worriedly. “I-I am mom… C-can I call you lat-ter?” he stuttered quickly into the phone and before she could give an affirmative, he was already hanging up.

Heeseung thought he was gonna be sick. Fuck, fuck you were gone, and he had no idea what to do to find you. He couldn’t call you; you had no phone. He couldn’t ask your father… because well he was a bastard. They couldn’t report you as a missing person because you were an adult, and they weren’t your family. He felt the beginning of a panic attack. He couldn’t breathe knowing that he might never see you again, never hug you again, he would never be able to kiss you, and that hurt. Jungwon noticed his Hyung was looking pale and having trouble breathing on the car ride to their new dorm. “are you okay?” he asked but Heeseung was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t seem to hear him. all the boys looked at Heeseung waiting for his answer, but nothing came. Sunoo shoved his elder lightly and Heeseung snapped out of it looking at them with an almost scared look on his face. The other boys were worried, but they also knew that they were being recorded for “Enhypen & Hi” so when Heeseung said he would tell them later, they all agreed quietly. Once they were all in the comfort of their own beds and the cameras had been turned off, Heeseung told them everything. From the death of your mother, his feelings for you, your feelings for him, your abusive father, and the fact you had run away, and he would never see you again. None of the boys knew what to say. They understood why you had run away, but they could also see how much it was hurting their Hyung. They couldn’t do much more than telling Heeseung that everything would be fine, even when they had no idea if that was true.

Heeseung debuted. Of course, he debuted. He was talented, kind-hearted, and drop-dead gorgeous. You felt proud.

But you also felt broken...

You were currently working cleaning tables and washing dishes in a run-down restaurant. The pay wasn’t the best, but it was what you could get. It kept you alive, fed... with a roof over your head, but most importantly safe and away from your dad. You missed the Lee’s, missed Heeseung’s mom’s delightful cooking and their warm house. You missed their stories and their affection. But most of all you missed Heeseung. And seeing him on tv doing interviews, talking about his inspirations, and looking the happiest you had ever seen him, or on billboards looking fantastic modeling some new item of clothing or announcing some brand, was a bittersweet pill. It was bitter because you were selfish. And you wanted to be with him, you wanted his beautiful smiles to be only for you like they always had been. You were also jealous of the girls who now got to hear him sing, and you wished that things were different. But they weren’t different and there was nothing you could do about it. But it was sweet because you loved him, and he was happy. He had achieved his goals and the band had now been going for two years strong. He was a fan favorite, he had money, he was surrounded by friends, and still had a good relationship with his family. And at the end of the day, you really couldn’t ask for more. If he was happy, so were you.

It had been almost four years since you had run away. You were sharing an apartment in a neighborhood where you finally didn’t have to worry about somebody breaking and entering in the middle of the night. Your roommate was your co-worker at one of the finest restaurants in Seoul. You were a waitress, and the pay was good. you finally felt financially and emotionally stable. Your life finally felt okay. Of course, you still missed Heeseung, he was the love of your life. But you didn’t think about him as often. You knew he was still a part of Enhypen because you saw him in ads and interviews, but you didn’t try to know much about him because it didn’t do you any good to still be pining after him. You had to move on.

The two maknaes had been yapping Heeseung’s ears off for about a week, constantly talking about the new hip restaurant in Seoul and how they were really dying to go try it. He wasn’t surprised when their manager told them that everything had been arranged and they would be going to dinner at that restaurant. supposedly, the restaurant had really good food and a very hip theme, but he really hadn’t paid much attention to what Sunoo had been saying.

you arrived for your shift at the restaurant and your boss Mina called you to the side before you could start. “Y/n-shi, I just wanted to ask if you could handle a couple of VIP customers that are coming at seven,” she said. “Uhm yeah of course” “Great, the hostess will guide them to their separate table and tell you so you can serve them. Is that alright?” Mina asked. “Yeah, it’s fine,” you said, and she reminded you to be on your best behavior before leaving you to work.

The hostess guided them to a separate room with a courteous smile and Heeseung sat in between jake and jay. They were handed menus and told their waitress would be with them in a bit. The boys were talking loudly while Heeseung had his head stuck in the menu reading over what he wanted to eat.

The hostess of the restaurant told you that the VIP customers were waiting at their private table, so you started walking there while you redid your high ponytail. once you got to the table you cleared your throat and grabbed your notepad and your pen. “Hello, my name is y/n and I will be your server tonight,” you said without looking up. And you did not look up until you heard an interested sound. In front of you were the boys from Enhypen and a very pale-looking Heeseung.

“Oh! you have the same name as the girl Hyung used to love” The one you recognized as Niki said looking at Heeseung and then back at you. Niki noticed you were both looking at each other with your eyes wide open and pale in the face and immediately shut up. Heeseung was here. sitting right in front of you. He looked so grown up, and so handsome. seeing him there made you want to just go up to him and hug him. “it’s really you?” Heeseung said almost in a whisper “I’m not dreaming?” he added and that snapped you out of your thoughts. “I-can get-t someone else to waiter you if-f it’s too uncomfortable” you rushed out tripping over your words. You turned hastily around ready to bolt out of the room before you had to face further embarrassment. “wait!” a voice called, but it wasn’t Heeseung’s. You turned back to them “you’re really Heeseung’s y/n?” Jungwon added. your heart fluttered wildly at the thought of being Heeseung’s. You were lost for words, so you nodded softly playing with your hands. Jay suddenly spoke up “uhm… let’s all go to the bathroom,” he said awkwardly shoving all of the members in the direction of the bathroom so you and Heeseung could talk in private.

Heeseung could feel his hands sweating. He no longer knew how to talk to you, or at least he didn’t know how to start this conversation. “I missed you” he suddenly blurted out and saw how your cheeks filled with color. “I missed you too,” you said, and he felt his heart start to thump at a crazy pace. During the last few years, he had told his members many times that he was over you, but that just wasn’t true. He decided to stand up because it felt weird having this conversation when you were both in different levels of height. “Why didn’t you tell me about what happened with your dad?” he asked, “or why didn’t you stay and let my family help you?” he added. “he threatened me, that if I stayed, he would not only harm me but also your family and I...” you let silence overtake the room while you put your ideas in order. “I just couldn’t let that happen.” Your eyes showed so much emotion that he took a step closer and you took a shaky intake of breath. “And I didn’t tell you because you would’ve wanted to help, but I couldn’t ask for your help when you were that close to achieving your dreams,” you said looking at the wall on your left. Heeseung suddenly invaded your personal space and engulfed you in a hug. you were frozen to the spot for a couple of seconds, but then you hugged him back. “I am so glad you are okay. I was so worried” he whispered into the hug and you felt tears start to sting at your eyes. “You told me the night I called you that you liked me, do you still like me?” he asked, and you gave a shy nod. His eyes lit up and he grabbed your chin. “That night, you also told me not to say anything until I debuted, and I finally debuted. So here it is I love you, I have for a while now” he said and let his hand engulf your cheek while his lips came onto yours in a kiss.

[nightswithkookmin]

What you think of fetus V who said in front of everyone "You seem to really like men" to Jimin? Youthful ribbing? Or a moment of insensitivity ? FWI saying you like girls or guys? Or calling close same sex friends u a couple? is actually common where am from. This has happened in my friend circle too actually. Except all of us are hets so no one take it seriously. Cant think a closeted person would find it that funny. Jimins lack of denial or even laughing it off always stood out to me tho.

What do I think of that comment?

I think we both know very often when people say they think a man likes men, they mean to say they think that man is Gay and very often when the g-word is used in a sentence, it is not meant as a compliment- imma give it to you straight, no bs. Lol.

The parlance gay and variations of it, in my opinion, is often used ubiquitously and traditionally as a slur slang among ignorant, non-progressive, anti homosexual individuals and is often rooted in malice.

And when malice isn't intended, ridicule is. The sad fact is, people adopt the terminology as ammunition to blatantly attack, dehumanize, belittle and strip away the dignity of queer folks and when the term is used in reference to non queer people it has a similar effect. It degrades them as well through the irony and humor of comparing them to gay people.

Gay jokes, if you will, is a subtle art of passive aggressively slurring gay folks if you think about it. I mean let's be honest.

Personally, I don't think Tae's intentions in that moment were malicious at all. I don't think he blurted out those words with the intension to ridicule Jimin either- stay with me. It will make sense in a bit.

But he called Jimin gay nevertheless. His comment if a joke, I'm afraid, reinforces these bizzare stereotypes of masculinity and promotes toxic rhetorics prevalent especially within Kpop shipping communities where every Male idol interaction is hyper sexualised and romanticized thus, suggesting a man cannot love another man, be affectionate or be fond of them unless they secretly lusted after them and harbored a desire to lay down pipes in their behinds- which, honestly is crazy coming from a guy with a cultural background such as the Korean culture where kinship is commonplace but more on that later.

I think whatever which way we want to look at it, it was an insensitive comment especially if you believe he meant it as a joke. It was definitely not his most woke moment, socially and culturally- and that's putting it lightly.

That 'gay' comment to me is right up there with all the problematic statements some, if not all, of the members have made over the years- the colorism, racist jokes, the ' eww, you too black,' 'akekeke- you too tanned shoo,' implying if you're black or tanned you are ugly. The fat jokes, the misogyny and misogynior- please don't ask me to give you examples of these. I don't want to ruin BTS for you. Lol.

There are commentaries on these out there on the internet. You can look it up for yourselves- You welcome. Lol.

For the record, BTS have since retracted, acknowledged and apologized for most of these questionable moments throughout the years and so we cannot hold it against them, forever- not to make excuses for them but they are human too. They learn, they unlearn, they make mistakes, they correct them, they grow and as NamJoon said, they really were a bit 'unsophisticated' and rough around the edges in their earlier years- even if it was just five years ago from now, chilee. They is a mess. Lmho.

I think it's all part of the human process honestly- don't worry BTS, I have a lot of space in my heart for y'all to be human and still love ya. Keep going sweeties. Y'all's doing greatness de la grande kind!! Bless y'all.

In V's case he was, since that incident, put as a judge on a show that allegedly featured queer folks and he seemed more welcoming of them than the other judges on the panel, excluding RM of course.

A year later, he would make a song that the LBGTQ plus fraction of Army would rally behind as a highly pro gay song- Stigma, which I find debatable but whatever. I mean, just because JK has stars, clouds and the sky in his lyrics don't make him an astronaut or an environmentalist fighting the good cause for the climate but to each his own.

Stigma was still something, I'll give him that.

Flashforward to five years later, and he would be recommending songs by gay artists, appreciating and promoting gay art and the artists behind them, sporting rainbow outfits, designing a BT21 character that is genderless, incorporating sign language in his speeches- he polished up. Woke the hell up. Politically correct. Yadda yadda yadda.

I think, like some of the others, he too learned his lesson. It's not ok to trivialize the oppression of others or make light of it-

Now that we've gotten the woke bit out of the way, on to our shipping business. Follow me, chop chop. Lol.

Firt of all, I don't think that moment is a big deal. But I find it interesting nonetheless.

Do I think Tae was teasing Jimin in that moment when he made that statement? It's not quite easy as yes or no.

Personally, I think he was clocking him.

This interview was conducted at a point in the timeline where I feel Jimin was shedding his image as the Maknae obsessed hyung in the group. He was coming into his own and embracing himself for who he is and that I think included his sexuality.

Prior to, he had in my opinion, since debut, slipped into the role of the queer jest of the group supplying queer humor and entertainment for listeners at radio shows by offering himself up for ridicule as the 'gay guy' within the group- I hated every bit of it. Lol.

You'd often hear the members refer to him as the one good with the guys, the boy in love with the Maknae- There is still a fraction of Army that see him as this persona but he has since outgrown that label and that phase.

RM was basically the Black jest of the group, offering himself up for ridicule for his darker skin tone right down to his blaccent. Can you do your black accent? They will ask him at interviews and he would proceed to deliver a walmart version of the Black American English. Sigh.

Compared to the previous year where he literally gasped and panicked when the members hinted at his sexuality or made statements that put his sexuality into question, Jimin seemed more in control and mentally prepared during this interview.

When the question was asked of him, the question of why he liked JK, his instincts it seemed was to steer the conversation away from his sexuality- a tactic the rest of the members would employ to avoid discussing Jikook a few months from that interview...

I mean, when Tae asked Jimin on JK's birthday that same year what he wanted to give JK, RM cut in before JM answered. Jimin had done the same thing when in an interview JK was asked if Jimin wasn't his style and JK was stuttering not knowing what to say in response. JM asked him not to answer the question.

When interviewers ask these questions, they do so for entertainment purposes- because who doesn't like gay jokes, amirite?

For heterosexual idols I assume it's not slippery slope for them to engage in these kinds of humor. They can play gay without risking exposing their heterosexuality and when they do play gay it's for jest.

It's not the same for queer idols I think.

Jimin was basically done being the butt of the gay jokes in 2015, he was done selling himself as the JK shit rainbows and I'm the unicorn fixated on him kinda person and it reflected in that conversation.

'I don't like everything about this boy. He ain't all that. But he is the Maknae and he cute so whatever' lol.

Like I said, I think Jimin was steering the conversation away from his sexuality but Tae's comment steered the conversation right back to it. 'I just think he likes men.'

Most South Koreans I've met in person and on the internet spend a considerable amount of time and energy trying to dispel the western notion of gayness projected on to Korean men for their skinship culture.

We like to glamorize gayness in these streets but in reality gay is stigmatized especially in places like South Korea. People don't readily read gay in Male interactions unless they were being homophobic or socially unaware.

To me, Tae's statement was more of an observation about Jimin, one which he felt a need to contribute to the discussion they were having, perhaps to provide insight into the inner workings of Jimin rather than as a joke or jest- or may be he did both.

Jimin managed to avoid opening himself up for the gay jokes and to this Tae then responded, I just think you is gay sir- The emphasis has been mine. Lol.

The thing about Tae is, in the earlier days he used to have a habit of 'exposing' Jimin whenever Jimin told half truths and what not.

For example, in 2014 during an interview when JM was asked what he wanted to do on his free days he had said he wanted to spend time with his family or something and Tae immediately checked him saying he was lying. Jimin then said he wanted to be with Jungkook which had JK fuming.

Was he teasing JM when he called him out for lying about his true desires? May be but I think he meant it too. Know what I mean?

He did the same thing when during their Paris VLive, Jimin got nervous when JK was singing 'know you love me boy, so that I love you,' in the background and Tae asked Jimin if he was nervous. Jimin snapped out of whatever whipped trance he was in and asked 'why would I be nervous' or something along those lines.

Why would Tae assume JM was nervous listening to another man sing? And why would Jimin be nervous in the first place?

And if at an interview Jimin is asked, why don't you like listening to the Maknae sing and JM responded that he is cute but he can't sing and Tae says well I think listening to Jk sing makes him nervous- would that be youthful ribbing or tea? Do you see where I'm going with this?

I see Tae as very observant- If not more observant than Jk. Their jokes are punchier because it is rooted in truth. He is stating his opinion, his observations and when he felt JM's answers were dishonest or inconsistent of his general notion of him, he called him out on that.

It's like him saying JM likes to pretend to be drunk in order to tell Tae he loves him- allegedly. Was it funny, yes. Was it a lie? I don't think so.

Jimin likes to pretend, we been knew. His boyfriend don spilled that tea already. I mean Jk said JM faked being asleep when he noticed the cameras filming him. He said also JM knows he is cute so sometimes he intentionally acts cute.

Tae used to tease Jimin a lot- hell he still teases him a lot to this day. Lol. Had Jimin looking at the back of his head like he wanted to quick punch him in the throat in the recent run, chilee. Lmho.

But you gotta ask, where is the lie in all those jokes?

The question I ask myself, and I think we ought to ask ourselves as shippers is, what about Jimin gave Tae that impression of him in the first place?

What made Tae, coming from a culture and background where 'gay' is a taboo and skinship is prevalent assume that if Jimin liked JK then it was because he liked men or was gay?

Even if Tae meant it as a Joke- no one laughed. Lol. That awkward silence that ensued... now that's how you know he had deadass made a 'gay comment' for real. Lmho.

They were all silent, waiting for JM's response and only laughed when JM responded to Tae- isn't that how it usually goes when you are the one queer person at the het dinner table? The tasteless jokes, awkward silences and stares? Just me? Oh, never mind then. Keep reading. Lol.

Imagine if JM hadn't responded or had gay panicked like he did a year before that interview, when RM revealed JK had been sneaking into JM's bed at night?

Dude was legit ready to throw JK under the bus had it not been for the shady camera guy behind the cameras. Deadass, Jimin was pointing accusing fingers at JK and everything- so much for gay love. Lmho.

The question still remains, what makes you look at your heterosexual friend and go- hey, that's gay. Think about it.

If Tae thought Jimin liked men, even as a joke, it's probably because Jimin had been giving him a reason or reasons to believe he actually liked boys beyond the usual daily doze of gay prevalent within K-culture.

It's similar to JK feeling uncomfortable when Jimin in 2014 described their relationship as one between love and friendship. Jimin responding with male friends can love eachother too without being gay would imply JK was interpreting his words and actions towards him as laced with romantic and sexual subtext or intent.

Now why would JK assume this if men touching men and feeling up on eachother in their culture was a normal thing?

There are gay men in Korea you know?

Tae and Kook were both hyper aware and curious of Jimin's sexuality in that period- for different reasons of course. In my opinion.

Not sure if Jimin's androgynous features played a role in these suspicions and assumptions they had of him in the early days because androgynousity in men is often ignorantly profiled and stereotyped as queer.

Tae seemed convinced JM was queer at least and JK was projecting his own queerness on to Jimin a lot- cough, cough.

It seemed to me also that Tae for whatever reason had the impression JM had a thing for him? I'll save my VMin agenda for delulu Fridays but chilee I don't know, Jimin has been on an agenda to friendzone that man since those manly mans thawed off his chest. Lol.

VMIN... ok.

I mean Jimin's response to Tae was more to deflate Tae's ego than to deflect or evade the issue and I wonder why. 'You are so full of yourself' 'I may like men, but I don't like you' and Tae responds with 'really' as if he's been challenged or dared- ever had your straight friends assume you like them just because you are queer?

Anywho, for whatever reason, Jimin seemed to be the only member in the group around the early days whose words and actions were put through the queer litmus test.

Also, I think a distinction ought to be made between calling two same sex friends a couple and calling them gay.

Calling two friends a couple is inconsequential- except when their sexuality is on the line. Calling two same sex friends you know are straight a couple is nothing but a gay joke.

BTS do this all the time. Jimin called Namjin a couple, Tae kook a couple, himself and Suga a couple, himself and JK a couple.

Jk has equally referred to others within the group as a couple, made heart signs above them, and have even held his chest and said he never thought he would fall for a guy.

In none of these instances did he or any of them imply that they or the persons they were referring to were queer or liked men and I wouldn't make much of such comments.

When JK was called out for gifting a present to Jimin and not the others, Tae teased JK as well and his gestures implied to me, 'it's ok to like him, I know you like him, you like JM don't you, uWu' and other variations of these.

But he in no way hinted at the sexuality of JK explicitly or implicitly- not in a way that prompts a response or rebuttal from JK like it did in Jimin's case.

I guess what I'm saying is that, that moment is nothing but something at the same time. You look at Tae's personality and his reputation within the group as the one with no filter who blurts out things that often has BTS running helter skelter- that 'I want to see your children" comment at Festa almost gave RM an aneurysm. Lmho.

Then they had to literally take his mic away from him when he started talking about meeting a pretty chick or something at a fansigns.

You consider the history between him and Jimin, the context behind that comment and the things that was said after that comment- the interviewer said 'well JK is really handsome...' which means he took the 'joke' Tae had made to mean JM had romantic interest in JK- something I feel JM was trying to avoid.

I don't think Tae meant anything by it. I don't think he knew at the time JM was queer but I do believe he suspected he was.

Hope this helps,

Signed,

GOLDY

[btssunnyboy]

— Infatuated Desires — Yandere! Actor Kim Taehyung

He was only supposed to play a psycho on a movie, what happens when he personally starts to develop the same intentions as his character?

Word Count - 5,063

Warning - Yandere behaviors, stalking, profanity, unwanted kiss on the forehead, murder, a picture of said body is shown to your character as well. Blood and gore.

BTS , NCT , ATEEZ , Reqest Open.

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You’d think with the countless times Kim Taehyung has played a love interest, he’d be able to focus his emotions on one thing at a time. But obviously that statistic couldn’t be more wrong. He’s never truly felt that tug in his heart for someone, that little bit of excitement that should ignite within him whenever that someone is around. No matter how much he tries nothing, not a single spark, comes from his pity attempts at love. It was honestly embarrassing, seeing as the public eyes have noticed him with many potential people, but it always ends up in disaster as he somehow can’t figure out his feelings for them. Although it’s been over a few dozen tries, if it hasn’t worked out by now is it ever going to?

Rose, his manger, has done countless things to try and boost his “love” appeal, if you could even call it that. Despite his very open and caring characters on screen his true persona could not be more different. He’s very much a keep to himself type of person, making sure his voice is in the background of conversation, so that it doesn’t draw unnecessary attention towards him. Also making sure that each and every encounter is as simple as one, two, three. After all, why does he need a real life love interest so much, how could he ever benefit from that?

“Will you at least look over the script! For once it’s a thriller type of romance!” Rose tried to persuade her client to at least take a glimpse of the script. And she wasn’t wrong about it being a thriller type of romance, the only thing she left out was the fact it was a horror, thrill romance. But seeing the way that Taehyung could pull off a loving husband one minute into a mere hermit crab the next. His range is impeccable, he’d definitely be able to pull off the psycho that they need on the big screen. Once more Rose’s eyes settled on the uneasy man, as she tried to maneuver the thick script into his grasp. “I’m begging you to at least look at it.”

A heavy huff of air passed through his lips as he begrudgingly took the script. The name, Infatuated Desire, printed in bold lettering across the top of the page. From the title alone he could already piece together the type of movie this was going to be, and it certainly wasn’t anything he’s dabbled into before. A psycho fuckboy type of character who becomes obsessed with someone that was the apple of his eye all along. Taehyung cleared his throat loudly, as he spoke his question, “So basically I’d be playing a dumbass college boy who can’t keep it in pants because he wants someone to notice him?”

“I mean kinda, but he gets more evil and manipulative as the story goes on! He tricks the character, Rue, by acting like he doesn’t give too shits about her, but he does change in the middle of the movie!” Rose exclaimed as she tapped her fingers against her cheek. This could actually be a learning experience for him, seeing a new side of himself on screen might break him out of his secure shell. The shift of his eyebrow was making a pit form in the depths of her stomach, his quietness was a tell tale sign of his discomfort. And right now he doesn’t seem too happy with the events that are taking place. “Would showing you a picture of your co - star make things any better?”

Her question seemed to go in one ear and out the other. A bland expression stayed glued to his face, as his eyes raked over the words on the paper, then to meet Rose’s small stare. He rolled his eyes playfully as he gestured towards the gold phone laying a inch away from her. A small squeak of excitement exuded from her as she quickly typed away on the glass screen. Those long acrylic nails made a pleasant sound as they tapped a rhythm on the phone. A playful chuckle passed through his lips, and he started to joke, “Any day now.”

“This is the beautiful co-star named Y/n L/n! And I know she doesn’t look familiar because this is actually going to be her break up movie!” He tried to focus on the excitement that laced her voice, but he couldn’t. Surprisingly, right now the only thing he could focus on was you. Well, the picture of you that adored his agent’s phone. There wasn’t anything special or out of the ordinary about this picture, it was simply you in an old coffee shop, and yet you looked ethereal. The way the old lights made your eyes shimmer, and your dazzling smile made his heart fill with an unfamiliar type of emotions. For lack of better words, he was stunned by all the beauty that was taking place in this photo.

“Oh, I didn’t expect that.” His reply was quick, as he knew he was already taking too long to respond. But he can’t seem to string together a coherent sentence that truly captures the beauty within that small screen. Maybe working in a new role won’t be so bad, but he just hopes your personality is as nice as your looks. If they are then maybe, just maybe he’ll actually try to socialize a bit better with this co-star.

“See, I told you this would be a great deal! And I met her when I was picking up the script, and she's as sweet as they get! Maybe you two will become friends! So are you gonna do the movie?” Rose exclaimed as she clutched his hands excitedly, and watched as Taehyung’s face remained bland. A small groan of annoyance bubbled in her throat, as he stayed silent.

“And she is definitely going to be in the movie with me?” Taehyung questioned once more, as his free fingers delicately traced the spine of the script. Refusing to give Rose the victory of meeting her eyes, they stayed trained on that stupid script. But, nonetheless a special script that somehow brought someone like you into his life, and he was going to make sure to keep you in it.

“Absolutely, honey! Now it’s getting late, get some sleep and you two will officially meet tomorrow!” Rose gushed while packing her bag. A bright smile taking over her face, as she mentally got excited about the two of you meeting. She saw exactly how his eyes lit up when he first saw your picture, maybe you’re the key to help him over his shyness when he’s off camera. “I’ll see you tomorrow for rehearsal!”

Taehyung bid her a quick goodnight as he whipped out his phone. Typing in your username as fast as the speed of light, he needed to see your face again. The mere sight of it calming him down within an instant, and he cherished that feeling. Being so well known and having eyes constantly on you could be overwhelming sometimes. That smile on that cute face of yours was more than enough to set his mind at ease, and he just wishes that he could see it in person sooner than tomorrow. For the first time in a long time Taehyung was actually able to fall asleep with a peaceful image on his mind.

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Rose immediately noticed the pep in Taehyung’s step the next morning. A smile that was brighter than his usual one, and she loved to see it. She loved seeing him genuinely happy for once, and right now she’d do anything to keep that smile on his face. A soft hand was rubbing comforting circles on his back when they first entered the table read. Everyone’s eyes snapped towards new entering people, bright smiles coming to their faces as they noticed a familiar set of people

“I’m so glad you were convinced to take the role, Mr. Kim! If you would please take a seat next to Ms. L/n and we’ll go over the plot and start shooting soon!” The director spoke happily as he gestured towards the open seat. Taehyung’s eyes fell onto the brown cushion that was placed within the seat itself. A little hesitation was noticeable in his walk. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries by sitting too close or anything and the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable in any way.

“You can sit, I promise I don’t bite.” You teased light heartedly as you patted the seat next to you. A quirked eyebrow in his direction almost like a sign telling him to hurry it up. And his heart quickened in pace, he was terrified that his shirt was moving in the same rhythmic pattern. He didn’t want to appear weird if you noticed just how anxious he got from meeting you. Without wasting another second he hastily planted himself in the seat beside yours. “I’m, Y/n, but you probably knew that already! But...um I’m really excited to work with you.”

Once more his heart started beating rapidly at the sound of your voice. It was like music to his ear, and he could listen to it on repeat for days. He thought of how sweet you seemed online, and how cute you were in your photos, but now he’s even more astonished about the beauty you hold in real life. Everything is enhanced, from the way your eyes are shining in the office light, to the small laugh lines you have surrounding your mouth. Oh, the list could go on and on, and he’d gladly sit down and list off everything he finds amazing about you. And it’s only been a few minutes. Soon he noticed your head tilt in worry at the fact he hasn’t spoken yet, and he mentally scolded himself for having the audacity to leave you with no response. “Oh, yeah! I’m quite excited to work with you as well. I hear this is your first first film, and I hope it launches your career.”

“Thank you so much, that truly means a lot coming from you.” You whispered, as you tried to shake his hand in a professional manner. And he felt his body shut down when your skin came into contact with his. The soft sensation paired with that honey voice was driving him crazy. Almost like it made him malfunction and it was starting to take a toll on him. Why were you so different, he’s had flings in the past, but right now he doesn’t want a fling. For some reason why he wants things to work, he wants this five second professional meeting to turn into a five year relationship. All of these thoughts were racing through his mind, and it was starting to worry him about how quickly he became attached. Usually it’s the other way around.

“I presume we’re okay with heading into shooting now?” The director questioned as he looked at yours and Taehyung’s agent. Seeing both of them shake their heads, the crew knew it was game time. They were ready to make this horror romance a hit on the big screen. “Let’s make some magic, shall we!”

Everyone scattered in the direction of the director. All of them panicking to get the extras into place, and make sure the two stars of the move are front and center. Your hastily steps were no match for Taehyung’s as he easily caught up with them. “I hope you don’t mind me tagging along. I just think it might be good to get some friendly conversation in before shooting.”

His voice was soft spoken, and that was one thing you liked about him. He never rushed his words or tried to make a big deal with his presence. Either you noticed him at that moment or he faded into the shadows, no in between. Before he got a chance to leave you jumped on the opportunity to bother him. “I don’t mind at all, in fact I think it would be best if we got to know each other.”

“Me too, if you don’t mind me asking why did you pick a movie like this for your start up career?” He inquired as he kept a small pace with you. As well as trying to keep a good distance between each other as well. Even though it might be a little hard considering the feelings that are taking over his body right now. The temptation to pull your body close, and feel those soft lips against his was growing. But you only just met, and somehow he feels like he’s known you a lifetime already.

“To be honest with you, my agent saw a horror type movie and just jumped on the deal without giving it much thought afterwards. He said something about showing everyone I can play a serious role right from the start, that's why they won’t see it coming if I’m doing something different.” You admitted, while fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. His eyes never left your shy figure as you tried to avoid eye contact with him. But why were you trying to avoid it, he genuinely liked talking to you already, and the sound of your sweet voice was still like music to his ears. For some reason his mind latched onto the word he in your sentence, and it made a pit form in his stomach, and his hands clutched tightly together.

“Don’t be embarrassed by that, Rose, did the exact same thing and now look at me.” Taehyung tried a lame attempt at a joke, and shockingly you let out a little chuckle. Oh god, even you laugh was adorable. This was all new territory for Taehyung, usually he has to pretend to be interested in his co-stars, asking questions, and faking a shocked reaction. But you seem so genuine that faking anything is out of the question, he wants your everything. He wants to know what keeps you up at night, what’s your biggest fear, what’s your most devastating secret to this day.

“I just hope my career turns out as good as yours. You’re amazing, honestly.” You mused while giving him a small smile. Everything you’re doing is somehow making him fall deeper and deeper into your love spell. But truth be told, he doesn’t really mind. Without thinking he reached forwards and grasped your right hand, and didn’t break eye contact.

“I just know you’re going to be the most beautiful star, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” His actions seemed innocent, like a friend that was trying to give a small pep talk to someone in need. But the way he was gripping your hand like his life depended on it, was a whole different story. A small jerk was delivered to his hand in an attempt to take away your hand, something about this interaction now, felt off. And you didn’t want to deal with that.

“Thank you, Taehyung, but we’re falling behind. We need to get situated for hair and makeup.” It was obvious that was an excuse to get away from his close behavior. His head tilted in confusion, why are you trying to get away from him? He’s trying to be vulnerable, he’s trying to show that he can be loving, goddamn it! With a slight nod of his head, you walked off in the direction of the makeup staff. If he doesn’t play his cards right then you might quit the movie before it’s even begun, and he definitely couldn’t have that. _______________________________________

Everything was fine at the start, like it was picture perfect. You as the bright eyes and bushy tail lead, paired with the ever soft, and shy co-star who looks like he wouldn’t hurt a fly. But obviously looks can be deceiving, because you never expected Kim Taehyung to act like this.

“Oh come on, Rue. He’s bad news I’m just trying to keep you from getting hurt.” Lucas, Taehyung's character tried to persuade your character into ditching a date last minute. His voice was stern as he followed along behind you, with his wide steps. A soft echo of his shoes hitting the pavement filled you ears.

“Oh, like you’re any better. You’re probably a walking STD, and besides at least Sam knows how to keep it in his pants.” You spat out harshly towards him, as you yanked your head in his direction. A small smirk came over his face, and the temptation to smack it right off was growing. With a few moments of silence you knew it was time to turn around and walk away, before you could even get a step away his large hand yanked forcefully at your forearm. “Lucas, let go. You’re hurting me.”

“Next time, princess, I’d think twice about mentioning another man's name when you’re in my presence. Now I strictly forbid that date to happen, and if you want to keep little Sam safe you better not go tonight.” Each word seemed like it was laced with pure venom. A sinister glint was sparkling in his eyes, and for some reason why you felt like this was much more than a character. This sensation felt too real for it to be a made up scenario. The way his hand was clutching your arm tight enough to leave bruises was worrying you, and he seemed genuinely upset about the fact you spoke another man's name.

“Lucas you’re scaring me, I mean it! Let me go and leave me the hell alone!” That was real panic laced in your voice as he got closer to your face. His warm breath lingering on the tip of your lips, and it was paralyzing you. The thought of him actually kissing you was sending you in a spiral. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

“I mean it, Rue. I will kill him, mark my words. If I ever see you within ten feet of that guy, I just want you to know his blood will be on your hands.” He seethed as he forcibly shoved your body to the side. A scowl written across his face as his shoulder collided with you for the last time. The small action made sheet panic shoot through your body.

“Cut! That was amazing, you two, really nice work. We’ve got enough footage for today! Pack it up and head home.”

You bid everyone a small goodbye as you gathered up all your things. Making sure to examine them, just to be clear that everything is the way it’s supposed to be. It might seem weird, but you still can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. Like someone’s eyes are always watching your every move. It was traumatizing just to think about. Even right now it felt like a shadow was following you right for the perfect time to strike.

“Hey! It’s just me! Calm down.” Felix ushered as he retracted his hand from your shoulder. The look of terror that crossed your face made panic shoot through him. He didn’t mean to scare you at all, in fact he was just trying to be friendly and ask if you wanted to grab a bite to eat. “I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just gonna ask if you wanted to go to dinner.”

A light laugh floated through the air, as you tried to regain your posture. You rubbed a hand over your face, and stared at your other co-star. “Of course, I would love to. And I’m really sorry about getting all jumpy, it’s just I keep feeling weird.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Felix asked with real concern as he started to take your bag. His eyes were trained on you as you started to speak. “Is this about Taehyung?”

At the mention of his name you felt eyes on you. The sinking feeling in your gut was growing, but you needed to get this off of your chest. “It’s just I know he’s playing the role in the movie, and I get that. His character is crazy, but it seems like he’s starting to act like it in real life.”

“Can I tell you something, but you have to promise to keep it to yourself.” Felix whispered as he placed his hand on your lower back, and tried to pull you a bit closer. Your head ducked down so both of your heads were positioned towards the ground. “I keep seeing him stalk your social media accounts on break, and every time you have a scene with another dude, he goes berserk. I heard him yelling at his agent about this too.”

The sudden pound of information made you stop dead in your tracks. You knew this wasn’t just a gut feeling, it was real. Those psychotic tendencies were starting to bleed into his real personality. If this keeps happening he might end up hurting someone, just like he does in the movie. Oh, god you never be able to live with yourself if you ever found out you’re the cause of someone’s demise. “Maybe we shouldn’t go to dinner together.”

“Y/n, I’m not scared of him if that’s what you’re worried about. I don’t care if he gets rough with me, because I really like you and I thought we could get to know each other better.” Felix relaxed his soft grip, and left his hand fall back to his side. A smile playing on his feature as he waited for you to give him a response.

“Are you sure about this?” You needed a real answer, because if anything does happen you’d never be able to live with yourself. Even if you did like Felix, Taehyung still made terror strike the the center of your heart. “I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re definitely worth the risk, Y/n.” Felix smiled as he gestured towards your hand. A small difference between him and Taehyung. On one hand Felix is soft, and gentle with his touches. Taehyung is forceful and a little bit rough. “So should we go?”

“Yes, lets go.”

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That exchange of words was absolutely disgusting. How dare that asshole plant fear into your heart. Looking at a social media page is fine, and he was only talking to Rose because he was worried about the other actors. They seemed like they were the type to take advantage of a sweet new comer, and he could not let that happen. You were so pure, not yet corrupted by this stupid dog eat dog industry. He just wanted you to stay that way forever. Right now the only thing on his mind was getting rid of the impure person that was planting seeds of terror within you.

Taehyung watched like a hawk as you two walked to the little diner down the street. Hand intertwined with one another, and he fought the urge to get out of hiding and attack now. But his original plan was much better, the element of surprise would surely get his message across. A message that stated all he had to do was stay away and he wouldn’t be involved in this predicament. When he finally knew you two were in the confinements of the diner he raced off towards Felix’s house. As soon as he picked the lock he welcomed himself into someone else’s safe space.

It was at least an hour before he heard Felix unlock the door. Taehyung was so lucky he lived walking distance away so no car was in sight at all. He stood directly behind the front door, as he waited for the perfect time to strike. The moment he had a clear view of Felix’s head he smacked the blunt end of the hammer on it. Making sure to put enough force behind it to knock him out. And out like a light he went. Pretty soon Taehyung propped Felix up in a chair, and duct taped his hands and feet to the chair.

“Come on, pretty boy wake up.” Taehyung taunted as he smacked the hammer against the wooden table. A fearful jerk from Felix made his heart swell with joy. He should be scared, because he decided to mess with someone and make it seem like Taehyung was the bad guy. On the contrary he was the good guy in this game, he was getting rid of the people who were out to harm you. “I’m guessing you understand what you’re in this mess.”

“You’re a sick bastard.” Felix spat at Taehyung's face. As he tried to wiggle his arm free of the multiple layers of duct tape that were wrapped tightly around his arms and legs. Before he could even finish another sentence a harsh blow of the hammer collided with his left knee. Searing hot pain shot through his body, while he physically felt the bones in legs start to crumple. “Why...are you doing this.”

Taehyung wanted to laugh at the state of misery he had put Felix in. The way fresh tears were cascading down his cheeks every few seconds, and deep breaths he was taking to calm himself down was just adding to the thrill of it all. “You know, you were never on my list of people I hated for this movie, because you kept your distance from her. That’s all you had to do, but you just had to go off and tell her all about the shit you’ve supposedly seen me do. You shouldn't have tried to take her away from me.”

“She’s scared of y-you.” The victim stuttered as they tried yet again to wiggle themselves free. A dark look overcame Taehyung's face at the mention of you. “You’re psychotic, she’s scared you’re gonna hurt her.”

“That’s a lie! You’re lying!” Taehyung bellowed as he raised the hammer in a fit of anger, and smashed it down on Felix's skull. Taking the forked in and out with rapid motions. He was lying! You can’t be scared of him, you’re not supposed to be scared of the good guys! And Taehyung’s a good fucking guy! “She’s not, she’s not scared of me! I know it!”

He took a step back to get the full picture of his work. The gaping hole in the side of his head was slowly leaking blood, and it was staining his blond hair. Then his eye was falling right out of the socket. The nerve ending being the only thing to hold the eye in place. After a brutal beat down the enemy is gone, and now you’re officially free and safe! Right now the only sound in the entire house was the clicking of his camera, he was going to prove he had gotten rid of all the bad guys. “Oh she’s going to be thrilled tomorrow!”

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Taehyung got to play the role of the grieving coworker once more. As they shared the heartbreaking news of the murder of Felix. For once he was fighting back a smile as he watched your body go numb. You were just in shock that the bad guy was finally away for good! Now was the perfect time to show you all of the evidence. His hand grasped yours, and yanked you into a nearby room. Your eyes widened in horror as you tried to fight back in his grasp, the last thing you wanted was those filthy hands to touch you.

“Please calm down! I’m not gonna hurt you, I just want to show you something!” Taehyung admitted as he struggled to pull up the picture on his phone. As soon as he did he placed the blinding screen in front of your eyes and forced you to look at the photo. The photo of Felix’s mangled body.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” Your words were muffled from his hand being placed around your mouth. Questions were racing through your mind, were you next, was the main one. Right now all you wanted to do was leave,run away, and never look back. “You sick freak! Let go of me! I’m calling the police!”

“Oh, dear. Good luck with that, haven’t you realized by now I’m a master of disguise! Besides do you really think they’re gonna believe you when you were the last one with him. You could have easily been in his house after you date.” Taehyung started as he held your body close, and let your head rest against his chest. Taking in the sweet scent of your shampoo. The lavender smell put him at ease.

“Taehyung! let me go!” You tried to thrash around once more. To no avail as he just tightened his grip around your body. Almost cutting off your air supply, but he soon pulled your body away from his. Cupping your face in his hands, as he wiped your cheeks softly. Making sure every last tear was gone from your perfect face.

“Don’t worry, baby! All the bad guys are gone, and if anyone else tries to get in my way, they’ll meet the same consequences.” He smiled as he placed a small kiss on your forehead. “And remember if you don’t want this to happen again you’ll stay by my side forever. Do you promise?”

With a shaky lip, you tried to muster up the courage to tell him off. Tell him he’s a psycho that deserves to rot in hell for crimes he’s committed. But right now he’s still a stronger competitor, and he’s right. Who would believe you over him. “I promise Taehyung.”

“Good, now that wasn't so hard was it! Keep this charade going, when we go back out there, if anybody asks you needed a shoulder to cry on. But if you mention this to anybody they will meet the same fate, sweetheart, and I love you so much.”

“I love you, Taehyung.” You sighed, because you had to play along. If you didn’t you knew someone else would meet the same grave that Felix did. As much as you hated this man, you needed it to seem like you were in love with him. Then when he least expects it you’re gonna make him pay for everything he’s done.

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

~Jungkook soulmate AU~

It’s that same dream again. You’re standing on stage in front of tens of thousands of people. They are all shouting your name, but you can’t hear whose name they are saying. You look to your left and can make out 6 other guys. One with light brown hair and dimples when he smiles. One with black hair who nearly falls off stage when he laughs. Another one with bright purple hair who’s laugh makes you feel warm inside. There’s a guy slightly taller than you next to you. His voice is quite deep but his eyes sparkle when he looks at the crowd. You look intently into his eyes, trying to see if you can see your reflection in them but it’s of no use. Your image is blurred out in them too. A smaller man with silver hair is talking now. His eyes remind you of a cat’s, but there is a softness in them when he is looking at the fans. And there’s the final member standing at the end, who’s smile looks like it could rival the sun’s. You have no idea who they are, every time a name is said the sound is muffled. You feel that fate is toying with you. Letting you see through the eyes of your soulmate, but not letting you hear the exact things that would make you able to find out who they are. 

And just like every other dream you’ve had previously, right before your soulmate is about to introduce himself, you wake up, startled and covered in a cold sweat. You glance down and inspect your body, making sure it is yours you are back in. You sigh heavily and lay back down against the pillows glancing up at the ceiling. So far you knew very few things about your soulmate. 

1. He was obviously in amazing shape. In one of your dreams one of the other guys had lifted your shirt up and the crowd went wild. You glanced down in curiosity and were pleasantly surprised by the amount of muscle that was on your body. 

2. He was obviously a singer or performer of some sort. And was in a group with 6 other guys. 

3. He was Korean. You couldn’t understand anything that they were saying but you had googled a few words you thought you had heard and discovered that they were in Korean. 

4. He was loved and adored by many. The group must be popular if they are performing on front of this many people. 

5. Finding him was probably going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. 

Googling the hair colors of the other members had yielded many search results. Apparently lots of idols had dyed their hair purple. And a few others had dimples as well. You weren’t able to fully see the other members. Most of their faces were blurred out except for the few features the dreams allowed you to see. These must be the ones that stood out to your soulmate the most, or that he particularly cherished about them. You were at least fairly confident that your soulmate was in a kpop group. A very popular one at that. But you could never tell what country they were touring in so you had no way of even narrowing it down by which city they were in. 

Your phone alarm suddenly went off, signaling that it was time for you to get up and go to your office and meet with your publisher about the release date for your latest story. It was a tale of two soulmates, their only connection being through their dreams. And you gave the main characters a happy ending in hopes that it would allow fate to give you both the same kindness. 

Jungkook woke up startled. He shot out of bed with his eyes wide and heart racing. He got out of bed in an attempt to ground himself. His feet touched the plush carpet of the hotel room. The feeling helped center him in reality. He walked towards the mirror and turned on the light, seeing his own reflection staring back at him was a comfort. He turned the handle on the faucet and let the water run until it was ice cold before splashing it on his face. When he glanced back up, his hyung was staring at him in the mirror. 

“Did you have that dream again?” 

“Yeah. Same one. Actually, well this time it was different. I don’t know it’s hard to explain. I finally got to meet her. Instead of the usual where it’s me trying to figure out clues on how to find her.  But her face was blurred. I couldn’t make out any defining features. But goodness when I was finally able to hug her it was like every worry or concern I had just melted away. I really want to find her but I don’t know how and it’s so frustrating! I’m living out the main character’s lives in her novels and this one is literally our story. She gave them a happy ending, so I can only hope the same happens for us.” Jungkook’s voice cracks at the end and he’s immediately enveloped in a hug. “It’s so frustrating, Jimin. I have all these clues but no idea where to even go with this.” 

“It’s okay, Jungkookie. I know you two will find each other some day. Soulmates always do. Let’s go over again when you know so far?”

“She writes novels. She lives in a big city somewhere. She speaks English. Normally the books she writes are fantasy ones but this one was realistic. I think it’s her way of helping me find her maybe? Like maybe if I look up the plot line of this next novel I can find her.” 

“So start there then!”

“I know a lot of English now since I have been studying but I don’t know how to look up this plot line.” 

“Maybe just look up new books about soulmates and dreams? See whichever article looks to be the most recent?”

���I’m sure many people have written about this before, hyung.” 

“True. But your situation is unique. You’re famous. Surely she knows this from the dreams she’s probably had about being on stage from your point of view. You just need to find one with the plot centered around that.” 

“That’s... actually a very good idea. Thank you, Jiminie.”

“Jiminie hyung to you. And you’re welcome! Now come on it’s still early. Go back to sleep for a little bit we have to prepare for the first date of our world tour tomorrow! We’re gonna have to be up in a couple hours.” Jungkook groans at this. 

“How am I supposed to sleep when the possibility of me meeting my soulmate is so close?!”

“Just figure out a way. You can look for her tomorrow. Right now you need sleep. We don’t want you passing out on stage, so come on now!” Jimin shoves him out the door and Jungkook reluctantly crawls back into bed. Jimin walks to the door that connects their two rooms. “I’ll try to look for you tomorrow too when I have time, okay? That can be our focus after rehearsal is done.” 

“Okay. Thank you, hyung.” 

“Of course.”

Jimin shuts the door and all is quiet. Jungkook tries to sleep. Really he does. But really, he’s potentially one Internet search away from finding you. 

Resist the temptation, Kook. You can do it. Be strong!

He rolls over onto his side and gazes out the window... Then promptly turns back around and grabs his phone off the hotel nightstand and does a quick search for the plot line of your book. An article comes up so he clicks on it. He sees that your book is being released in just a few short days! And as fate would have it, one of the signings just so happens to be in the same city as one of his concerts. It has to be you. There is no doubt in his mind. You have the same hair and build as the girl in his dream. He clicks play on a video where you are being interviewed about your own book. 

“It’s actually my own story. Well, although mine isn’t finished yet. I see things that my soulmate does through my dreams. He is actually someone famous in a boy group. I know he’s Korean. But that’s about it. I’m hoping through this book he’ll be able to find me, since it’s our story...” You go on to talk more but Jungkook cannot hear it over the pounding heart beat in his own ears. It’s you! It’s really you! He shouts happily and begins flailing about in the bed when suddenly the door is swung open, and a very grumpy looking Jimin is standing in the doorway.

“Jungkook, what on earth-”

“I found her, hyung! Her name is y/n! Look!” He practically shoves the phone in his face and Jimin has to back away to let his eyes focus before they widen in shock. 

“Oh my god! You really did! This is amazing! And look one of her book signings is the same day as our tour date! Kook! You’re going to meet your soulmate in just a few days!” Jimin tackles him onto the bed and rolls over next to him, looking fondly at the maknae as he’s endlessly scrolling through your social media, watching your interviews, and reading up on what he can about you. 

“She’s beautiful, Jimin. And everything I could have imagined and more. Oh my goodness look at how many books she’s written she must be so smart and creative. And listen to her laugh!” He goes on like that absolutely gushing over you. “I’m going to message her.” 

“No! Jungkook, don’t.”

“Why not? I’m positive it is her.” 

“Don’t you think it’ll be more meaningful to have your first interaction be in person? You can just show up at her book sign and boom! There you go. Couple of the year. Couple of the century. I wonder what’s your couple name going to be.” 

“Jimin you sound just as excited about this as me.”

“Because I am! Our little Jungkookie is finally going to meet his soulmate. But seriously now it’s time for bed. You gotta be up in 2 hours now so at least try to get some sleep.”

“Okay. Goodnight.”

“Night, Kook. Sweet dreams.” 

“Oh I have a feeling from now on they will be.” 

**The day of the concert and book signing** 

You’re on the way to your fan meeting when suddenly a billboard and flash of purple hair catches your eye. 

BTS to perform at the stadium tonight at 7pm! 

“Stadium? Wait a minute.. The purple hair.. the silver... His eyes. Oh my god!” You run up to the billboard to get a closer look but by the time you get closet it’s changed to a different advertisement. You sigh heavily, pulling out your phone ready to snap a photo the next time it scrolls by. When it does you take a photo and closely inspect it. 

“Oh my god I am an idiot. How did I not notice this sooner! My soulmate is in BTS. Holy shit.” You gaze at all of their faces until you see one you’ve never seen any defining features of in your dreams. “That must be him. Jungkook? Oh he’s so cute oh my god.” You pull out your phone and lose yourself in the searches, watching interviews, looking at pictures, watching a music video. “They are so insanely talented it’s not fair and oh! Look at these photos of him when they debuted! What a little cutie I wanna squish his cheeks.” Your fawning is interrupted when a call comes in from your publisher. You glance at the time and realize you are late to your own book signing. 

“Shit. I’m so sorry! I got side tracked but I am on my way!” 

“You better hurry up y/n! There’s a ton of people here right now! What on earth were you doing?” 

“I found my soulmate! Jungkook!”

“I’m sorry what? Did you say Jungkook, like BTS Jungkook?”

“Yes! Do you know them?”

“I’ve been a fan of theirs for years. I’m actually going to their show tonight. My friend bailed on me last minute so I have an extra ticket if you want to go with-”

“Yes! 100 times yes, please take me with you!”

 “Ok ok! You can come with me just.. how are you planning on finding him?”

“....”

“Y/n? You still there?”

“Sorry. Just thinking. I didn’t plan that far ahead. They’re basically untouchable how on earth am I going to ever meet him?”

“Oh come on y/n. I’m sure fate wouldn’t be that cruel to you! Have a little faith.”

“I’m not going to get my hopes up. I think for now I will just be content with admiring him from afar. Anyway I gotta go. I’m approaching the building now. Bye.” You end the call and your heart sinks. You have no chance of meeting him. You’re from different countries. He’s in arguably the biggest band in the world. You probably can’t get within 10 feet of them without getting tackled to the ground by their security. And besides he’d probably just think you were some crazy delusional fan. You feel disappointment and sadness threatening to spill out as tears, but quickly shove it back down as you see the line of your own fans waiting to meet you. You plaster a smile on your face and enter through the back, sitting down at the table and just hoping this time will pass by quickly so you can go home and sulk before the concert. 

As the line begins to dwindle you notice a gentleman at the very back of he line. He’s dressed rather casually, in sweat pants and a huge Carharttt t-shirt. You admire the tattoos on his arm and wonder what the meaning is behind them. He’s wearing a bucket hat and sunglasses, and a face mask, clearly not wanting to be noticed. Either that or he was an axe murderer come to make you face your doom. You laugh internally and quickly shake that thought away. You always did have an overactive imagination after all, you are a writer. When he finally approaches the table you can’t help but feel a weird fluttering in your stomach. Like your gut is trying to tell you something. You are uneasy and aren’t sure why. He seems to be feeling the same if the way he’s constantly looking over his shoulder around him is any indication.

“You’re not some serial killer here to make me meet my untimely demise are you?”

“W-what? No! What the hell? Why on earth would you think that?” You can’t help but find his accent adorable. 

“Gee, I don’t know! Maybe because clearly you don’t want anyone to know your identity! Easy for a quick getaway if no one knows who you are. And you keep glancing around all suspicious to see if people are watching you.” You lift your eyebrow and give him an accusatory glare,

“If I didn’t want to be identified in a crime I would have covered my tattoos.” He lifts and eyebrow at you back, as if to challenge you further.

“That’s a fair point. You got me there.”  He starts giggling and says something in Korean. Your heart goes flying into your throat as the realization hits you. 

“I don’t want anyone to see me because I don’t want to get mobbed by my own fans. And I’m nervous because wow you’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” He lowers the mask for a second and you gasp audibly. 

“It’s you! The guy from my dreams!” 

“You use that line often?” 

“Oh my god shut up. It’s really you?!” You stand up from the table and reach your hands across it, squishing his cheeks between your hands.

“What are you doing, weirdo?” You can barely make out what he’s saying as it’s muffled due to your playing and pinching his cheeks. 

“Making sure you’re real and that I’m not dreaming again. How did you find me? How are you here right now, isn’t your show starting soon? Oh my publicist is gonna flip her shit when she sees you here-” He covers your mouth with his hand and tells you to shh, lifting his mask back up to cover his face. 

“I said I didn’t want to be recognized remember?” Your eyes widen and you nod your head. He lowers his hand, and you can tell he’s smiling brightly at you by how his eyes are crinkling at the corners. “Hi. I’m Jungkook.” He holds his hand out and you smack it away, opting to run around the side of the table and throw your arms around him instead.

“I think we’re a little past handshakes.” His arms tighten around you and you rest your head against his chest, enjoying the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat thudding in his chest against your ear. You sigh happily and feel a kiss pressed to the top of your head. You glance back up at him and see his mask is gone again. And he’s absolutely beaming at you. 

“You have the most adorable smile I’ve ever seen.” You don’t mean to speak this out loud but figure you must have by the way his cheeks are flushing bright red. 

“Um, T-thank you. I like yours too. And your eyes. And your voice and just... everything.” Now it’s your turn to blush. You glance away from him and notice that everyone has cleared out of the store, seemingly went about their business to give you two a moment of privacy. “So, I was wondering. Do you want to come to our show tonight?”

“Oh! My publicist actually already got us tickets!” 

“But I’m sure they’re not front row, huh?”

“Well.. no they certainly aren’t but-” He pulls two tickets out of his jacket pocket and hands them to you. “Here. I look forward to seeing you tonight. I’ll put on an extra good performance just for you.” He winks and ruffles your hair playfully and a giggle bubbles out of you. 

“Okay. I’ll be there.” 

“We’ll be there!” You hear her yell from somewhere in the the store. You both laugh at that and you notice him staring at your lips. He starts to move in before you give him a playful tap on the lips with your finger tips. He looks at you in surprise. 

“You at least have to take me on a date first before you get to steal a kiss from me, Mr. Jeon. Just because you’re my soul mate doesn’t mean you get special privileges.” He smiles and rubs the back of his neck. 

“Well.. how about after the concert then? We usually all go out for dinner anyway but we can go out just the two of us.” 

“I would really like that.” 

“Okay then. I’ll um.. see you in a few hours then?” 

“Oh you’ll see me alright. And you’ll probably hear me too. I’ll be screaming my lungs out yelling your name.” He chuckles and brings your hand up to his lips as he kisses the back of it and holy- his lips are so soft it makes you nearly take back your words from just moments before, thinking about how they would feel on yours.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too. I’m looking forward to everything. Finally getting to know you, and talk to you, I want to know everything about what makes you the kind, sweet person you are.” 

“We have time. All the time in the world.” 

“I can’t think of any better way to spend it.” 

[bubblesuga]

God is a Woman

Summary|| Jimin likes you a bit more than he’d like to admit out loud, but there was nothing stopping him from imagining what he could do with you. 

Word Count: 3,327

Warnings: switch!Jimin (because I cannot help myself), smut, fluff, unprotected sex 

If there’s anything to know about Park Jimin, it’s that he loves to cuddle. 

No, not in your typical “cuddle until we fall asleep” way, but he clings onto you in the best way possible. 

It started with his band mates. Trainee days were beyond difficult for everyone, and all they had was each other. For comfort, especially on the hardest days leading up to their debut, Jimin learned that there was no greater feeling than having the arms of the people he loved wrapped around him. 

This followed him well into adulthood as well, and seeing as you were finally coming over for a movie night, he made it his mission to get you to cuddle with him. 

Following a pretty nasty break up, you met the Bangtan boys while interning at their offices. You brought coffee every morning, learned everyone’s preferences on food, and knew damn well not to bother any of them had they locked the door to the studio. 

It took six months, but you became good friends with each of them in your own way. Jimin watched you for a while, wondering how well you were getting along. After you told him the story of your break up, the rest of the members had to calm him down when he started ranting about how he would kill him if he ever say him. 

Needless to say, Jimin had become more than a little protective over you.

“When’s (Y/N) getting here?” Jimin asked once he made it to the kitchen, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. He reached forward and snatched a piece of popcorn, Namjoon quickly pulling it away in an attempt to save some for the movie. 

“I don’t know, soon.” Jin responded, pulling out a plate and lining up some snacks carefully on it. Jimin couldn’t help but let out a huff of annoyance, he wanted a time, “Well could someone text her?” 

“Why don’t you text her?” Yoongi called from the living room, scrolling through his phone and not looking in Jimin’s direction. 

“Oh you know he can’t do that,” Namjoon walked around the counter, patting Jimin’s fluffy hair, “then she might think he’s in love with her.” 

“I’m not in love with her,” Jimin defended, his cheeks turning a bright red, “I just want to know when she’ll get here.” 

Jin threw a knowing look Jimin’s way, carrying out the tray of snacks and setting it on the coffee table in the living room. Blankets and pillows filled the couches and the floor, everyone being able to find a place to get comfortable. Jimin sat at the end of the couch, throwing a blanket beside him to save you a spot. 

Jungkook walked into the room, stepping over Taehyung who laid on the floor, resting his head on his arms. He plopped himself down next to Jimin, causing Jimin to give him a glare. “This spot is for (Y/N).” 

“I don’t see her- WHOA!” Jungkook began to speak but was cut off by Jimin shoving him off of the couch. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh, knowing his hyung was falling in love with their friend. 

The door bell sounded, and Jimin was on his feet in a second. Hopping over the back of the couch, he quickly fixed his hair in the mirror near the front door, then letting out a breath and opening the door quickly but not quick enough to let you know that he was excited to see you. 

“Hello gorgeous.” Jimin said, reaching his hand out for you. You were dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt with your hair up in a bun. Hoseok had told you to dress comfortably, and you couldn’t help but go all out. Jimin’s jaw clenched when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra, but you didn’t think much of it seeing as all the boys had seen you without one before.

You gave him a small smile, “Ever the flirt, little Jiminie.” You reached up and pat his head, slipping your shoes off in the doorway and grabbing the slippers that the boys had bought you when you started spending more time at the dorms. 

Jimin couldn’t help but feel his smile drop at your impeccable ability to write him off, watching you walk into the couch and sit in the spot that he saved for you. Jimin blew out a breath of air, following you and sitting to your right. 

To the left of you was Yoongi, already half asleep from waiting around for the movie to start. You greeted everyone and Yoongi stretched his arms with a yawn, wrapping it around you then resting his head on your shoulder in a hello. 

Don’t be jealous, Jimin thought, she’s friends with everyone here. 

Yoongi’s arm didn’t stay around you though, because he sensed Jimin’s death glare from the other side of you. A grin stretched across Yoongi’s face, glad that Jimin was finally opening himself up to his feelings after many years. 

“Here,” Jimin said to you as the lights went dark and Namjoon pressed play, “I have a blanket for us.” 

“Oh, thank you.” You grin, slipping underneath the blanket with Jimin but staying just a bit too far away for Jimin’s preference. 

You leaned your feet up, jokingly resting them on Jungkook’s shoulders. Jungkook didn’t seem to mind, his eyes trained on the large television while someone narrated the beginning sequence of the movie. 

Jimin took notice of the distance increasing between you two as the movie went on. 

He couldn’t help but curl up against the arm of the couch for a little bit, before turning his head to you while you crossed your legs on the couch. Finally, he bit his lip in frustration, realizing everyone was too engrossed in the movie to notice the mini tantrum he was throwing in his head. 

“Hey,” Jimin whispered in your ear, “come cuddle with me.” 

Not thinking much off it, you moved towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. Despite you not tearing your eyes away from the screen long enough to do so, Jimin couldn’t help the smile of victory stretch across his face while he smelled your strawberry scented conditioner. 

Hoseok looked away just long enough to see you cuddled against Jimin, giving Jimin a small thumbs up while Jimin shook his head in response. You looked up to meet his eyes, raising an eyebrow. Jimin shrugged, his arm locked in place around your shoulders, his thumb rubbing small circles ever so lightly under the arm of your T-shirt. 

It’s not that you were oblivious to Jimin’s attempts to flirt with you. You were just afraid. Afraid of what exactly, you weren’t sure. However, watching Jimin slowly fall for you scared you more than anything else in the world because somewhere, deep down at the bottom of your heart, you knew you were falling for him too. 

Laying your head on his chest like this, listening to his heart thud ceremoniously, you felt comfortable. You felt like you could stay here forever. Getting close like this to someone again was the bane of your existence but you just couldn’t help it. 

You wanted to lean up and kiss him. What did you expect to happen, though? Just start dating a member of BTS? How in the world did you think you would navigate your way through that? 

You felt his eyes on you, his hand moving to your lower back and drawing shapes on the exposed skin. Your eyes fluttered at his touch, your hand unconsciously gripping his shirt in your hand. 

Jimin took notice though, a smirk displayed on his face. 

“Your skin is so soft.” Jimin whispered in your ear, a chill shooting down your spine at his delectable tone. 

You didn’t respond, only swallowing his words and absorbing them as much as you could. Jimin was a flirt, there was no lie about that, but the way he flirted with you was so different from the way he did with anyone else. It wasn’t just sly words and winks, but he touched you as much as he could. Every time you felt his fingers on you, your skin burned with both admiration and lust. 

“So pretty.” He continued, feeding into both his and yours unspoken fantasies. 

It was too much. You started to get hot, so you stood abruptly. stepping over Jungkook and Taehyung, only pausing once you noticed Jin pause the movie. 

“No, no. Keep it going I just have to use the restroom real fast.” You explain, seeing Jin nod and press play once again. 

When you made it to the bathroom, you took a deep breath and splashed your face with cold water. 

When your eyes shut, images of Jimin’s luscious lips biting and sucking across your body shined under your eyelids. You gasped, gripping the hand towel tightly in your hands and patting your face dry. 

Sitting on the edge of the tub, you found yourself trying to breath while thinking through what you should do next. Sitting next to Jimin was your only option seeing as the rest of the seats were taken up. Even if there was another option, it would be far too suspicious to come back and sit somewhere else with seemingly no reason and you were sure that it would hurt Jimin’s feelings. Fuck, you didn’t even think about how Jimin might’ve felt just by watching you rush out of the living room. 

You readjusted your bun, staring at your reflection in the mirror. 

It was obvious you were hot and bothered. Jimin knew what he was doing to you when his lips brushed the shell of your ear. The mischievous gleam in his eyes was enough to let you know that he was fully aware of what he was doing to you. 

A knock sounded on the door, tearing you out of your thoughts. You whipped your head towards the door, “Just a moment!” 

“Are you okay in there?” 

Fucking Jimin. 

“Uh, yeah Hun,” you call out, “just... not feeling so hot right now.” 

That’s a lie. You couldn’t feel anything but hot. Scorching touches, heat between your thighs, blush rising to your cheeks while you tried to shake the thoughts away. 

Jimin opened the door and you silently cursed at yourself for not locking the door. He peaked his head slowly through, “do you need some water? Are you on your period?” 

“Wh- no, what if you walked in and I was on the toilet just now?” You rose an eyebrow, Jimin running a hand through his hair while he shut the door behind him. 

“Your voice was too close to the door for that,” Jimin said, reaching his hand up to feel your forehead, then pulling your head to his cheek, “you feel warm. I’m going to get you some ibuprofen for your fever.” 

“I don’t have a fever.” You said, sighing softly. 

Jimin gave you a confused look. At least you thought it was a confused one, but for all you know he could be fully aware of what was happening right now. Damn him and his stupid fucking smirk. 

“Then what’s wrong?” 

“I think you know.” You groaned, sitting on the edge of the tub once again and covering your face. Jimin crouched to your level, pulling your hands away from your face, “Care to enlighten me, gorgeous?” 

You lunged at him, your body hitting his hard while you kissed him roughly. Jimin was surprised by your movements, falling backward onto the soft mat with a shocked chuckle. 

As you began to kiss down his neck, he tilted his head to give you more access while you began to suck and bite across his skin. 

“Finally!” He chanted, a little louder than you were comfortable with. You didn’t need the entire house to know that you were about to ride Jimin on the bathroom floor. You shot a hand upward, covering his mouth and shushing him softly. 

“You want this to go any further, you’ll be good and keep quiet, yeah?” You whispered, running your hand underneath his shirt and against his muscular torso. 

Jimin nodded intensely, his eyes going wide while you tugged his grey sweatpants down his hips. Wasting no time, you took his cock in your hand and pumped up and down until he was fully hard. You were scared to see what your panties looked like, seeing as you hadn’t been this wet in months. 

Looking up at him through your lashes, you took the head of his cock into your mouth. His eyes never left yours as you did so, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth while you did what he’s been wanting ever since he met you. 

After a few moments, he had to throw his hand over his mouth in an attempt to quiet his moans. The rest of the members were a mere wall away from you guys and the last thing you needed was to have them hear you giving Jimin a blowjob. 

When you felt him twitch in your mouth, you knew you had to pull away. 

“Take off your shirt,” Jimin said, leaning forward and discarding his own, “Come on, baby, let me see your pretty tits.” 

You nodded, listening to him and quickly pulling your shirt over your head. Jimin’s hands were on you in an instant, holding your sides and pulling you forward. “God I’ve wanted to see these for months.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat, Jimin’s lips latching onto your nipple while his fingers pinched the other harshly. You couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss the top of his head, stroking his hair away from his face so you could watch the way he sucked your on your breast. 

“Fuck, Jiminie,” you moan, “your lips feel so good.” 

He pulled away from your nipple, looking up to you and licking his lips, “How about you ride my face?” 

Your core dripped. You were a mess. 

You pushed Jimin back onto his back, standing up only to feel Jimin yank your pants off your hips. His mouth watered at the sight of you, reaching a hand up to your standing figure and running a finger up your slit, he had to taste you immediately. 

He stuck his finger in his mouth, basking in the taste of your excitement and rolling his neck in pleasure. He had to do everything in his power not to cum just from eating you out, but that would certainly be a difficult task. 

You dropped to your knees at Jimin’s waist, leaning down to kiss him once again. The head of his cock was dangerously close to your entrance already, your wetness dripping onto his pelvic bone. Small whimpers fell from his mouth at the feeling of you so close. 

As you felt his hands knead your ass, he pushed you up his torso until you hovered over his face. Then, he did something you had never experienced before. 

He inhaled your scent. 

The smell of your core ignited a fire deep within Jimin’s body, and suddenly he was hungry. Pulling you down by your thighs, he dove his tongue into your pussy and began to move it meticulously. 

You lurched forward at the sudden feeling, crying out before covering your mouth and moaning into it. One hand reached up to spread your lips, his tongue moving up to attack your clitoris. He had no trouble finding it, electric flashes of pleasure rushing through you. 

Your free hand gripped the corner of the counter, your knuckles turning white while your eyes screwed shut. 

Jimin’s mouth was much to busy to ask you how close you were, but when you looked down at him with a gasp he knew you were about to come. When you met his eyes, they were practically black. His pupils were blown with lust, you had never met a man who got off on eating pussy, yet here Jimin was having to hold back from shooting cum across his stomach just from watching you. 

When you felt your release spill over, you have to move your hands to hold yourself up. “O-oh my go-od!” You shouted, completely forgetting about the fact that the rest of the boys could hear you. 

Jimin lapped you up, sucking on your clit for a moment to taste you as much as possible.

When you leaned away from him, he ran his hands up your sides, “That’s my good girl, so responsive.” 

He sat up while you moved over his pelvis, holding you tightly in his hands. Still seeing stars, you gripped his cock in your hand and lined yourself up with him. You looked up and let out a breath, preparing yourself to take his size. If there was one thing that surprised you about Jimin, it’s that he was much bigger than you expected. 

His mouth fell into an ‘o’ while you sunk down on him. A layer of sweat shined on his forehead, his fingertips digging into your hips. 

There was something so unbelievably attractive about the way Jimin whined softly while he encased your nipple in his mouth once again. Your hands laced themselves through his hair, lifting your hips up and down slowly. 

You pulled Jimin’s mouth up to yours, kissing him harshly to mask both of your moans. Your breathing was loud, and Jimin was beyond trying to hide what was happening because as soon as you pulled away, the moans returned. 

“You’re doing so well,” you give in, “you’re filling me up so good baby.” 

Jimin felt himself twitch inside of your core, spreading your knees just a touch bit further so that he could hit as deep as possible. Sure enough, on your next move you sunk down even further, his cock penetrating you deeper than ever before. 

“Mm-” you cut yourself off with a moan of Jimin’s name, your thighs beginning to burn but you couldn’t give up now. Not after hearing Jimin whisper encouraging words in your ear while you gasped. 

He began to thrust into you, a hand reaching between you two to rub your still sensitive clit, “Can you be a good girl and cum on my cock? Can you do that?” 

His words came out in a struggled moan, and soon you found yourself coming undone once again. The squeeze of your cunt caused his eyes to screw shut, “Where can I cum?” 

“Hm, fill me up. Please.” 

Jimin didn’t have to be told twice. After a few more rough thrusts, he was cumming. You captured his lips with yours, silencing his moans while you felt him shoot directly into you. Then, you both collapsed onto the bathroom floor. 

Catching your breath, you laid your head on his chest, “Well I didn’t think that would happen.” 

Pulling out of you slowly, he opened the cabinet and wet a wash cloth. He was so goddamn cute, even after absolutely wrecking you. He spread your legs and softly cleaned you up, a blush rising on both of your faces as he did so. 

Slipping your shirt over your head, he continued to help you get dressed. Finally, you dressed him as well, ending it with a soft kiss on his lips once his face peaked through the hole in his shirt. 

“Shall we go back out there?” Jimin asked, knowing damn well that they heard everything. 

“Only if I can cuddle you.” You said, giving him a grin while he lead you out of the bathroom. As soon as you got to the entrance of the living room, Jimin refused to let go of your hand while he guided you back over to your spots to get settled. 

Nobody looked at you guys, and all was find and dandy until Yoongi spoke up; “Does it smell like sex in here?” 

[apriorisea]

BTS Imagine Series: Don’t Leave Me, Pt. 7 ~ Finale

Hoseok x You

Everything is a blur. You barely remember pulling on your shoes, and in your hurry, you don’t even think to grab a coat. It’s only by some miracle that you ended up with your purse.       It’s dark out and cold---though with your still-wet hair, it’s practically freezing.      Not that you can feel it. You don’t feel anything except panic.      I’m in the hospital.     I’m scared.     Please come.     You’d barely waited for him to name the hospital before ending the recording and launching yourself down the hall to the door. The sheer terror and pain in his voice haunted you; as you speed towards the hospital, you can’t even remember being angry at him.       It’s not until you’d parked your car and were walking through the sliding glass doors at the main entrance that you realized you had no idea where he was, or how to find him. You’re standing frozen in the middle of the room, trying to decide your next move, when you hear someone call your name.      “Hey!” It’s one of the company’s bodyguards---in fact, it’s the bodyguard, the one who had revealed the truth that started this whole mess.      “Where is he??” you blurt out. It’s only as he looks at you that you realize you must look a mess; no make-up, wild hair, grungy clothes. “Is he okay? What happened?”      To his credit, the bodyguard keeps his cool. “I’ll take you to his room,” he says calmly, gesturing towards one of the hallways. “Are you okay?” He hesitates slightly as he takes in your appearance.     “I’m fine,” you say irritably. “Where is Hoseok??”     He guides you into the elevator. “3rd floor,” he explains. Calling your name gently until you look up at him, he says, “He’s okay.”     Part of you settles at this reassurance, but the other parts refuse to believe it until you see him yourself.     “Um...” He’s staring at something in above your left ear. “You have...” He gestures awkwardly.     “What?”     Putting his hands gently on your shoulders, he turns you towards the mirrored wall. “Ice,” he says mildly.     “Oh.” In the freezing winter air, your wet hair had begun to freeze, tiny icicles forming a layer around your head; the ends of your braid were frozen almost solid. You brush away as much of it as you can. “It’s....it’s cold,” you explain lamely.      Before he can say anything else, the elevator stops and you charge out onto the hospital floor. Seemingly giving-in to your impatience, he calls out a room number, allowing you to alter your course without stopping.      301, 303, 305, 307---309.       You don’t even think about knocking. Pushing the door open, your heart skips a beat when you see him sitting on the bed, pale and miserable. “Hoseok.”     He looks up at the sound of your voice. He whispers your name, the expression on his face indescribable, and you’re at his side in an instant. He reaches for you as you approach the bed and you willingly wrap your arms around him.     “Baby,” you breathe, pulling back and slipping your hand into his. “What happened??”     “It’s my knee,” he explains, and you can see the fear in his eyes. “The one I hurt on tour. At practice tonight, I twisted it wrong again, and--and it was bad enough, I had to come here.” He’s holding onto your hand so tightly it almost feels numb. “I’m--I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you,” he says; his voice is tight from the worry and the amount of pain he’s in. “I just...I just needed you here. Please don’t leave me.”      Leaning down, you kiss his forehead. “It’s okay,” you say soothingly. “I’m here, it’s going to be all right. What did the doctor say?”     “He hasn’t come back yet.”      “Okay.” You use your free hand to smooth back his hair. “It’s going to be okay, Hobi. Just relax.”     “My career...” he whispers, his eyes locked on yours. “We have so much more to do, what if this is...what if this is the end?”     You squeeze his hand. “It’s not,” you insist.      “But---”     “And if it somehow is,” you go on, stroking his hair again, “Then it’ll still be okay. We’ll figure it out.” You bring his hand up to your lips. “It’s okay.”      He opens his mouth to respond, but at that exact moment, the door swings open to reveal the doctor and a nurse.      The doctor blinks at your sudden appearance, but doesn’t seem to question it too much. He begins without much preamble: “All right, we got the images back.” Flipping on the light machine, he puts the scans up. “I’ll get right to it: it’s not serious.” He gestures to a few spots around Hoseok’s knee. “You’ve definitely put a lot of strain on your knee. But while we had concerns about the ACL and MCL, we can see here that they are both okay. You’ll need some rest and a little bit of rehab and physical therapy, but everything is going to be fine.”       Hoseok doesn’t respond; his hand is still wrapped around yours like a vice.      Rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand, you smile brightly and speak for him: “Thank you, doctor.”     He transitions his focus to you easily. “Of course. The nurse here is going to give you a shot of some strong painkiller, and, once we know how you react to that, you’ll be free to go. I trust that you can follow up with your personal doctor and physical therapist?”     Again, you answer for him. “Yes, absolutely. Thank you so much.”     Hoseok remains silent while the nurse administers the pain medicine and barely manages a sickly-looking smile before the medical professionals leave the room.     It’s quiet for a moment.     “Hoseok?” You wait for him to meet your gaze. “That’s good news, baby. Are you okay?”     Inhaling sharply, like it’s the first deep breath he’d taken in days, he suddenly reaches out for you, pulling you closer until you’re sitting on the bed next to him. Once he has you in his arms, he buries his face against you, shoulders shaking with tears of relief.      You hold him tight, pressing kisses to the top of his head and stroking his hair until he finally calms down. When he sits up and meets your eyes, you give him a small smile. “Good news,” you repeat.      Resting one hand softly on the side of your face, he leans forward to kiss you. When your lips meet, your whole body reacts to how much you had missed him and it’s a long time before you come up for air.       “I’m sorry,” he says as soon as you break apart. “Angel, I’m so, so sorry.”      “H---”      “Just--just wait. Please.” His eyes are wide and earnest, and he still looks so worried.      Exhaling softly, you brush his hair back. “Okay. It’s okay, my hope.”      He closes his eyes in relief at the term of endearment. “I’ve missed you so much.”      “I’ve missed you, too,” you whisper.      “I’m so sorry,” he says again as his eyes open. “I have a lot to explain.” Moving his injured knee gingerly, he slides over on the bed to make more room for you at his side. He pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple softly. “Oh, angel, I’m so sorry.”      Laughing lightly---and trying to ignore the tears already forming in your eyes---you snuggle into him and shake your head. “You already said that,” you joke.      He hugs you tighter. “I know. But...the last time I saw you, I---I made you cry. I can’t tell you how much I hate myself for that.”      “Hobi....”      “You are my whole world,” he says suddenly, turning to look at you. “I--I know we’ve only been official for a few months, but...I can’t imagine life without you.” He brings one hand up to rest gently on the side of your face. “I love you so much.” Exhaling bitterly, he goes on, “As ridiculous as it sounds now, I was only afraid of losing you.”      “...Losing me?”      He strokes your cheek absently with his thumb, his eyes wandering over your face. “This life is...insanity,” he says finally. “It’s hard and stressful and too much. The seven of us chose it---but the people we love? Never got to make that decision.”      “That’s not true,” you say softly. “I had a choice. My choice is you.”      The tiniest smile tilts the corner of his mouth up. He kisses your forehead. “But things can change,” he murmurs against your skin. Pulling back, he studies you seriously, his hand falling to rest on your thigh. “It’s happened before. All the drama and the worry and the hectic schedules and opposition...it’s a lot for most people to take.”      It hits you. “Seokjin’s ex,” you say, searching his face. His chagrin confirms your guess. “Oh, Hoseok. I would never--I couldn’t---” You can’t find the right words. “That’s ridiculous.”       He laughs.      “Well, it is,” you defend. “None of that matters to me!”      He leans down to press his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I should have known that. I do know that, I just...” He closes his eyes in frustration. Keeping his eyes shut, he finally confesses: “We’re only a few months in. I was afraid that if I complained too much or worried too much or worried you too much, I’d lose you. That you would decide it wasn’t worth it. I was afraid that you would leave me.”       Protecting me. Your chest feels tight as you reach out to kiss him again. “I’m sorry,” you say. “I shouldn’t have gotten so angry. I just---”      “No, no.” He straightens. “You had every right to be mad. I hurt you. And I will never stop apologizing for that. But..I just...”      Laying your head on his chest, you finish for him: “You were just trying to protect me.”      He lets out a long breath in relief. “Yes.” He rests his head against yours.      "I should’ve at least let you try to explain, I was just so frustrated...” you say. “And...here’s the thing, baby, I promise you, I’m never going to leave you. It’s not happening. But it’s also really important to me that we are honest. That we’re actual partners, that you let me in completely and vice versa. I don’t like being left out of your world.” He shifts a little and you feel something metal underneath his shirt. Smiling, you reach for the chain, pulling his version of your matching necklaces out and settling it on top of his shirt. “I love every piece of you---which means I want to be a part of every piece of your world. Can you promise me that you can do that?”      He exhales a soft laugh. “I promise.” He rubs your arm. “My angel girl, you are the person I trust the most. You’re the person I want to tell everything to---the good, the bad, everything.” He reaches for your necklace, holding the silver H gingerly. “Now I just have to worry about you getting sick of me sharing everything.”     “Don’t even joke,” you admonish, slapping his chest playfully. “I’m here for the everything.”     Dropping the necklace, he gently tilts your chin up until you meet his gaze again. “I love you, angel,” he says seriously, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter giddily. “I’m so sorry we fought, I’m sorry I lied to you, I’m sorry I hurt you...It won’t ever happen again, I promise.”     “I believe you,” you say with a faint smile.      “Do you forgive me?” he asks hopefully.     Instead of answering, you reach up to kiss him again; it’s a long time before you pull back. Smiling at his happy expression, you brush his hair back again. “Since I’m never, ever leaving you, you have lots of time to make it up to me,” you tease.     He grins, but before he can joke back, his gaze wanders to something just above your ear. Eyes widening, he reaches out and carefully breaks off a sliver of ice. “Angel! You must be freezing!!” Without waiting for your response, he reaches down to pull the hospital blanket up over you, tucking you in awkwardly, and then cuddling you against him again. “Don’t you dare get sick, little koala.”     You kiss his collarbone. “Don’t worry,” you say, wrapping your arm across his stomach. “I’m feeling much better now.”

[bubble-tae]

Cult: Part 1

Genre: Thriller, Yandere Themes, Cult AU

Pairing: Jungkook x OC, BTS x OC

Warning: angst, cult themes, kidnapping, probably other sacrilegious stuff, Stockholm Syndrome

WordCount: 5k

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The last thing Naomi could clearly remember was crouching down beside a dumpster, between the parking lot and building 3 of her campus. She was looking for something, she knew that much, but when she came to, the only thing on her mind was figuring out where the hell she was. Everything was dark and for a moment she thought she had gone blind until the light from the holes in the burlap bag started to emerge like stars. Her hands immediately went to remove the bag from her head, but they were bound behind her back. The panic bubbled in her mind stomach and rose to her throat, and all at once she forgot how to breathe.

There were movies about this; books she had read and had encouraged others to read about, but there was nothing that had prepared her for sitting on this floor, bound and blinded. Images flashed in her head of what the room she was in looked like; dirty concrete floors, corners riddled with cobwebs, and an old man sitting in a wicker chair waiting for her to wake up. The last thought made her run cold, suddenly aware that there was another presence in the room, she was sure of it. A shaky breath left her lips, deciding to compose herself before freaking out even further. She didn’t know much, but she reviewed the things she did: she had a bag on her head, her arms were tied behind her, she was sitting on the floor, and there was someone in the room with her. Naomi collected whatever she could of herself before speaking.

“Where am I?” It came out quieter and less threatening than she expected. Her throat was dry and croaky, and it occurred to her that she had no idea how long she had been out. There was movement, someone adjusting their position on a seat, and then silence again. Her legs weren’t bound, she could feel that now. More of her senses were coming back, and she wished they didn’t. There was a wetness in her pants as well as a smell emitting from them. She had pissed herself in her unconsciousness, and all at once the realness of the situation came to life. I am going to die. I am going to die. The thoughts kept repeating until she stumbled to her feet, wobbly legs doing nothing to support her weight. She took a step forward, knees giving way as she fell to the floor, falling face first. Her nose was flush against the floor when the blood started to pour from it, followed by the pain. She started to cry, on her knees against the ground, loud sobs filling the room around her. Between the cries, she yelled out a desperate “HELP ME!” to no one who cared to hear. Did they get off by watching me suffer? She thought. Of course, this sick bastard is probably creaming himself right now.

“Let me go,” she said, trying to calm herself down. “I don’t know what you look like, just please let me go.”

Naomi heard the person abruptly get up from their seat, making quick steps to where she lay. Hands grasped at her shoulders and pulled her up onto her knees, fast enough to make her head spin. The bag was lifted from her head, the light blinding her before adjusting.

It wasn’t the concert basement from the movies, in fact, it looked so normal, it was sickening. It was a basement, but this one had hardwood floors, warm lit lamps, and couches that reminded her of a grandma’s house. Besides the stench of her own piss, the room smelled like lemon, as if it had just been dusted. Before she could survey the rest of the area, she was caught off guard by the sight of her captor who, like the room, looked nothing like she had imagined. He looked not much older than herself, college-aged for sure. His hair was blonde, not naturally though, and he wasn’t the grubby murderer someone might expect. Clean hands and fingernails, hair styled to the side, and a wide grin spread across his face.

“Can’t let you go now” he giggled out playfully, wiping the blood out from under her nose. She yelled out a cry, whether it was pure terror or the pain from her freshly smashed nose being touched, she didn’t know. The man knelt down in front of her, grabbing the sides of her head to make her look at him. Silent tears were coming from her, afraid to make any noise at all. The look on his face as if he were at Disney world made her stomach turn. He loved this, watching how the girls would beg and squirm to be let go, blood and tears mixing together.

“Your nose…” he said. “Hoseok will have to clean that up for us. As for the rest of you…” he scanned her over, smiling as his eyes went over her stained jeans and pausing to look at her face again, “Well, Jungkook sure picked a good one.” She let out another cry, this one piercing the ears of the man in front of her, as well as the other men that were scattered around upstairs. Booming footsteps were heard from up above, her eyes following where the steps would be. A door swung open somewhere, followed by quick footfall down some stairs into the basement where Naomi and the man were kneeling. It wasn’t long before the door to the room they were in was opening too, a pale man with black hair bursting through the entryway, broom in hand as if he was going to attack.

“What the fuck is going on in here, Jimin?” he yelled to the blonde man, using his foot to kick the door back closed. Naomi was about to yell out to this man for help, but before she could he nonchalantly dropped the broom before adding, “and why the hell isn’t she gagged?”. Jimin stood to his feet and presented a lame shrug to the other man, who was now making his way over to the spot the girl was knelt at. He stopped mid-pace when he saw the wetness in her crotch, sneering in disgust. He cautiously sat on the couch in front of her.

“I’m Yoongi,” he said, crossing his legs and letting out a long sigh before continuing, “Kook can clean you up.” It was the second time that name had been mentioned in relation to Naomi, and she was beginning to become more afraid of the faceless name.

“Kook?” she questioned, “Who is that? What do you guys want from me?”. The two men looked at each other as if neither one of them felt fit enough to properly explain her situation. One of them, Jimin, looked down at his watch and clicked his tongue. He looked again at Yoongi who had his eyes on Naomi, studying her feverishly as she waited for an answer. Another door slammed somewhere up above.

“That’s him,” Jimin said, causing Yoongi to immediately stand to his feet.

“Kook?” Naomi asked, the fear apparent in her voice.

“No. Namjoon,” Yoongi told her.

His steps above weren’t like Yoongi’s. No, they were soft but they were sure of themselves. Each tap of his foot rhythmic, in tune with something that no one else could hear. The three of them waited for his arrival, and Naomi was starting to wonder if it were actually her own heart that was pounding so loud. Namjoon made his way down to the basement, swiftly opening the door to where they were. He was tall, thin, with a long trench coat that went a little past his knees. There was a calming sense that came with him, and Naomi couldn’t help but feel safe in his presence. He closed the door quietly, smiling at her as he made his way over to the couch to sit in front of her. Jimin and Yoongi moved to stand behind the couch, quiet compared to before. She shivered at Namjoon’s eyes on her, confident and steady, not even phased at the situation at hand.

“I’m sorry if Jimin frightened you,” He said with a comforting laugh, “He can be a bit… overbearing. Now, I’m sure you have lots of questions. For starters, we will be sure to get you cleaned up soon, we don’t want you feeling uncomfortable. Most of what you can learn will be taught throughout your time with us. What I can assure you now, is that you are safe here. You are very important, more than you can even comprehend. There are eight of us here, including you, and we each have a job in this house. Your job is simple; keep our Jungkook entertained.”

“Entertained?” she asked. None of this was still making sense to her. Did they just expect her to comply? Stay here and obey their commands? As for the ever mentioned Jungkook, her mind went to the worst of places as to what she would have to do for him.

“Wherever your mind is wandering to, that’s not it.” Namjoon continued. “Jungkook doesn’t work, hasn’t really had much to do since high school, which is three years passed for him. We can’t afford college for him, which is where you come in. He saw and chose you when he was out exploring, but I looked into you as well, you’re very bright and could be a good asset to our household, especially so for him.” The thought of being watched by others without her knowledge was unsettling, but after waking up in this room she wasn’t sure if anything could really shake her anymore.

“You kidnapped me so I can teach your weird friend how to be a basic human? Eat shit.” Her words caused Jimin to flinch, who had stayed still for the duration of the speech he’s heard many times before. He didn’t expect her to be so brass, but Namjoon’s curt smile said that he knew all along.

“Can one of you call for Hoseok? Tell him to bring a pair of sweatpants with him as well as the med kit.” Namjoon asked the two men behind him. Yoongi pulled out a phone from his back pocket, Naomi’s eyes following it’s every move. There was no way she would be able to get it from him with everyone in the room, but she took note that they carried cellphones on their person. They were either very new to this, but a part of it seemed overly confident, as if they had nothing to worry about. She was either the first or nowhere close to the last.

“How long before you kill me?” she asked, looking at each of the men to gage their reactions to her question, but there were none.

Namjoon smiled, this one more bitter than the rest. “That’s something you’ll have to do yourself.” Before Naomi could respond, the door opened to the basement for what felt like the hundredth time that day, or night, she couldn’t really tell down here. Another man came in, presumably Hoseok, a wide smile on his face and a pep in his step. It was as if this was all normal to them, like every day they came down to the basement to find a new girl bound with her hands behind her back. Hoseok had the medical kit that Namjoon had asked for, as well as a pair of men’s sweatpants under his arm.

“Hi!” He said, all too chirpily for the occasion. He made his way to Naomi, kneeling down beside her and placing the objects next to him. “I’m Hoseok. I do all the medical stuff around here.” Naomi went from her knees and on to her butt, scooting away from Hoseok. “Oh, don’t be afraid, I’m a certified nurse,” He said to her.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” She spat at him. The smile never disappeared from his face, if anything it seemed to have grown.

“If you don’t change your pants you will definitely get an infection. You have two choices. I can untie you and you can change yourself but we all have to stay in the room, to make sure you can’t escape, or the rest of the boys can leave and I can change you, but your hands will have to remain tied. Which do you prefer?”

Though he asked her, it didn’t seem like much of a question. As much as she wished to be untied, she didn’t want four strange men seeing her without pants on. This was going to happen whether she liked it or not, and she may as well decide while they were giving her an option.

“Just you,” she said to him, regretful that she had to make this decision at all. The men looked around at each other until Namjoon nodded, slowly getting up and making their way out of the room.

 “Don’t have too much fun without us,” Jimin chimed in as the door was closing, he was smacked hard by someone, but she couldn’t tell who.

  Hoseok turned back to face Naomi who was still sitting in front of him. A soft smile formed on his face as he held up his gloved hands, as if to imply he would play no tricks here. His hands laid gently on his thighs as he said, “Can I help you undress now?”. Slow tears began to fall from her face. Even if he wasn’t to do anything to her, the whole situation was humiliating. It made her feel like a child, awoken in the middle of the night from a bad dream. Only this time, it wasn’t a dream.

 “Why me?” She asked him, voice straining against her words. Hoseok let out a long sigh and looked at the ground.

“I don’t think I can give you the answer you want to that,” he said, “But let me help you with what I can.”

Naomi nodded but continued to cry as his hands made their way to her waist, unbuttoning her pants and easing the zipper down.

“Tell me about yourself.” He said as he pulled her pants off of her, trying to distract her from her own discomfort.

“I’m Naomi.” She said in a small voice. He laughed at her response, putting her soiled jeans in a garbage bag, leaving her in just underwear.

“Well, I know that.” He said to her. “Can I take your underwear off now?” She lifted her hips cautiously, trying to reassure herself that this was just like going to the doctors.

“I want to know about you,” She said as he began to remove the last of her clothing below the waist. The cold air hit her, but she pretended not to notice.

“I’m 25, I went to school for nursing, and I was born into Andradium,” He said matter-of-factly. “Oh,” he added, “and I’m an Aquarius. Can I wipe you down now? I don’t have to, but it might be a moment’s time before you are allowed to shower.”

“Wait,” Naomi said, closing her legs together. “Andradium? What is that?”

“It’s what we practice here.”

“Is it… a religion?”

Hoseok paused for a moment, analyzing this question carefully.

“I suppose you can say that,” he responded, “But you should consider it more as a way of life.” He pulled sanitizing wipes out of the medical kit and held them up to her to answer his previous question. She laid back slowly and said, “I still don’t understand.”

Hoseok wiped her down quickly as if none of this bothered him, and threw the used wipe into the garbage back with the clothes.

“Jungkook will teach you,” he grabbed the sweatpants from the floor next to him, “These are his. We don’t really have girl clothes here, so no underwear I’m afraid.”

Naomi lifted her legs cautiously, allowing him to slip the sweatpants onto her cold skin.

“I thought I was meant to teach him?” She asked. Hoseok pulled the sweatpants up over her waist.

“You will teach each other.” He responded, removing his gloves and tying the garbage bag. He stood to his feet and grabbed the bag, preparing to walk out.

“What happens now? Can’t you stay?” She asked him. She had felt the most sort of comfort in Hoseok’s presence. He was gentle and seemed to understand her fear the most, and she would have preferred it if he were to stay.

“I’ll be back,” he reassured her. “Jin is making dinner for us all. Everyone will be down here to join you.”

“How many is everyone?” Naomi asked.

“Seven. You’ll meet Jungkook now.” He turned to leave without another word, walking out through the door in bouncy steps. The door shut, and from her position on the floor Naomi yelled out for him. She was met with silence, and the realness came back again, her breath quickening with each passing second. After what felt like a lifetime, a knock sounded from the door. She stared at it, waiting for whomever it was to enter, but they didn’t. Another moment passed and the knock came again.

“Come in?” She said cautiously, unaware if they were waiting for an invitation. The door opened ever so slowly, the hair of a brown-haired man was the first to appear, followed by his wide doe eyes that were full of wonder.

“Hi.” He said from still behind the door, eyes unblinking as they watched her. In any other situation, those eyes would claim innocence, but here they made her uneasy, like a child watching animals at the zoo. He stepped around the door, leaning against it as he closed it. His body was lean and tall, and he was by far the youngest of all the men that had come into this room. Her eyes were steady on him, unsure of what he might do. Instead of coming closer to her, he slid down the door and sat, wrapping his arms around his legs as he did so. The room grew eerily silent as the two watched each other.

“You’re more beautiful up close.” He said breaking the silence, a blush waning over his cheeks. Naomi felt her stomach turn at his words and wished that any other of the men were in here but the one that sat across the room from her.

“Are you Jungkook?” She asked him. His head perked up at the sound of his name.

“I am. My name sounds like honey from your mouth, Naomi.” From his mouth, her name sounded like poison mixed with NyQuil, and she wished her mom would have named her anything else if it meant she’d never have to hear him say it again.

“So what now?” The question came out shakier than she intended it to.

“Now, I have a gift for you.” He began scooting his way closer to her until he was only feet away. Naomi put one of her legs up in defense.

“You come any closer and I’ll knock your teeth out.” She threatened. Jungkook stopped scooting forward and reached for something behind his back.

“No funny business,” she continued, “I’m not in the mood to play fucking games. I was kidnapped, woke up in a strange room with no explanation, and not to mention I pissed my fucking the pants and had to be changed by-” Naomi’s words were cut short due to her own surprise. Placed in front of her was a single white lily, pure and bright against the dark wooden floors. Jungkook watched her expression, eyes in awe as he watched the little wonder spread across her face, even if it was only for a second. She put her foot back down and looked up at him, the coldness returning to her features.

“What’s the meaning of this?” She asked in a small voice. Jungkook crossed his legs and put his hands in his lap.

“A peace offering.” He smiled.

“A peace offering? You kidnap me and you think a flower will make it all okay?”

“Oh not for the kidnapping, for lying to you.” Naomi was confused, this was the first time she had met him, she was almost sure of it. Jungkook saw the perplexed look on her face and continued to explain.

“My cat you were helping me look for, he doesn’t actually exist. I would like to own a pet one day, but Namjoon is allergic to cats.”

The memories from early came flooding back to her now, when exactly the events took place she was unsure, but she remembers now a boy, presumably Jungkook, asking her if his cat was behind a dumpster at school before blacking out.

“You’re not going to apologize for hitting me over the head and knocking me out?!” She exclaimed in anger. Jungkook chuckled as if he’d heard a joke.

“No, silly. We chloroformed you!” He said in a joyous laugh. Naomi reeled back in disgust.

“This isn’t funny, you kidnapped me!” She yelled at him. The smile didn’t disappear from his face while he shook his head.

“You’ve got it all wrong. We saved you, and now you’re going to save us.”

“Save you? What the fuck does that even mean?”

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you.” He giggled.

“What? Are you not allowed to swear without your creepy leader throwing you in a hole or something?” She spits back at him. “Where is he, by the way. I’m not done speaking to him.”

“Swearing in front of a lady is punishable, of course, but Joon wouldn’t throw me in a hole. Maybe send me to my room without dinner.” Jungkook said with a forlorn look, as if he’d experienced it before.

“You always do what he says?” She prodded him.

“We do what the Good Book tells us, and it tells us to listen to our elders.”

“What else does this book tell you?”

Jungkook seemed excited at her interest and bounced to his knees.

“I can show it to you if you like! I have my own copy in my room.” He said to her, clapping his hands together.

“Why don’t you bring me to it?” She said matching his excitement, hopeful for any chance to leave this room. Jungkooks energy faded, his body relaxing and his weight resting on his calves. His face deadpanned, the glint in his eyes gone.

“I’m not simple, you know,” He let out in a serious tone.

“What?” Naomi asked, confused at his choice of words as well as his change in attitude.

“I was class president at my school. I played varsity soccer and am a black belt in Taekwondo. I can speak three languages. I am far from being the idiot you may think I am.”

“I’m sorry” she responded, suddenly feeling small and afraid, remembering who in this situation was tied up.

“If you want to be successful here, you must learn to displace your judgement for others. We were raised to respect you, but believe me, not everyone here is patient.” The atmosphere in the room had shifted, and Jungkook was not the happy boy he was a moment ago. “I know what you’re thinking” he continued, “we are not crazy. We don’t want to hurt you, we want to mold you, so you can aid us.” The more each of the boys tried to explain to her, the less sense things were making.

“Aid you? How?”

Jungkook sighed and bit his lip, unsure as to how much information would be too much on your first day.

“Just know that you are safe and that things will start to make sense soon.” he finally said after a moment’s silence. “You can sit on the couch, you know,” He added as he picked the flower up between them and placed it on the end table beside the couch.

“I’m fine right here,” Naomi said. The thought of getting comfortable in this place was absurd. There had been no opportunity to escape, and every moment she spent doing nothing felt like one step closer to her demise. “Will I ever go home?” She finally asked.

Jungkook gave her a sympathetic smile. “This is your home now,” At the sound of this, she began to cry, almost surprised that she had any tears left to shed. She thought of her parents, and her friends, and even the guy she ghosted from her biology class; any of them will find her. They just have to. Her life couldn’t be over, not like this, not so soon.

The feeling of tissue under her eyes made Naomi jerk back. Jungkook was now kneeling in front of her, wiping the tears from her face, his eyes beginning to water with hers. It was the softest thing a boy had ever done for her, and it came from her captor. His face was so close to hers, enough that she could smell his aftershave. She was ashamed to say that her heart began to race. Jungkook was beautiful in a sculpted mind of way, and it almost hurt to have met him under these circumstances. His cheeks began to turn rosy when he realized she was staring at him. He backed away and sat back in his usual position.

“I’m sorry.” he let out in barely a whisper.

“Why me?” Naomi heard herself ask.

“It’s just… a feeling” he answered, bringing his hands to his heart. “I hope one day you might feel it too.” A feeling. She didn’t want to know what he meant, but this could be her ticket to safety. Could all their plans go to shit over this one boy’s stupid crush? Naomi thought so, but there was so much she still didn’t know.

Before she could respond, the door to the basement room opened again, and six men came in holding pots and plates, the smell of steamed potatoes filling the room. The first four she recognized from earlier; Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok. The  other two were new to her. The door shut behind them and they all stood in a line, waiting for some sort of acknowledgment. Jungkook stood to his feet and motioned to the others.

“Seokjin has prepared us something special for our first dinner.” He said to Naomi, who was still on the floor. A broad shouldered man in an apron stepped forward holding a large steaming pot in his hands.

“It’s stew,” he said carefully, “Made with vegetables from our homegrown garden.”

“I grew them!” The last man she didn’t recognize chimed in.

“That’s Taehyung,” Jungkook said as he moved behind her and grabbed her arm, “Let’s get you untied so you can eat.” He lifted her onto her feet slowly, the other men placing the food on the coffee table and standing by, ready to take action if need be. Jungkook’s hands found hers, intertwining their fingers together. It was an odd gesture, but it somehow worked in easing her mind. Namjoon gave him a nod, and Jungkook began untying her hands. The rope twisted around her wrists before loosening and falling to the ground. Naomi brought her hands in front of her, the red marks suddenly feeling cold from the rush of blood. She was free, but the thought of escaping didn’t have time to cross her mind before her stomach started to growl.

Jungkook’s hands found hers again and guided her to the coffee table the rest of the men were still standing around. She stood for a moment and waited for movement before realizing they were waiting for her to sit. When she lowered herself to her knees in front of the empty bowl that was laid out for her, the rest followed suit, Jungkook on her right and Hoseok on her left. Opposite her sat Namjoon, the same eerie smile on his face as before. Jin stood an ladled a hefty amount of rice and stew into everyone’s bowls, the room quiet as he did so. When everyone’s bowls were filled he returned to his seat, and all eyes turned towards her.

“The ladies eat first.” Namjoon half ordered from across the table, fork in hand pointed upward. Naomi looked down at the spoon she was given and then at each of the men at the table. As good as the stew in front of her smelled, she made no move to take a bite. Taehyung reached over Hoseok with his fork, grabbing at one of Naomi’s potatoes and stuffing it in his mouth.

“See?” He said with a smile full of food, “Not poisoned!”.

Namjoon’s fist pounded against the table, making the silverware and everyone jump. Taehyung stopped chewing, a sullen look washing over his face as he stared at his lap.

“Are you a lady, Taehyung?” Namjoon spat at him.

“I’m sorr-” Namjoon’s fist pounded against the table again, the tears welling up in Taehyung’s eyes.

“Are. You. A. Lady?” Namjoon repeated leaning forward. Before he had time to answer, Naomi cleared her throat, and the attention returned to her.

“Thank you, Taehyung,” she said to him from across the table before grabbing a spoonful of rice. Namjoon picked up his silverware and nodded for the rest to do the same. They waited for her to eat once again, this time more anxious than the last. She felt Jungkook’s finder tap at her knees in an attempt to comfort her, but her gaze was set on Namjoon. She lifted the spoon of rice up to her mouth and nodded at him before taking a bite, the rest of the boys digging in without a second’s notice. He returned his fork and knife to the table, chin raising in disdain, and lifted an imaginary glass to the sky.

“To Naomi,” He said, gathering the eyes from those around him. Their mouths were full of food, and they eyed his empty hands with a curiosity that told her this was not normal behavior.

“Welcome to the family.”

[minyoonsgirl]

Jungkook’s Girl

Summary: Jungkook really likes the girl who lives in the BTS dorm. What happens when scary movie night with the group doesn’t go quite as planned?

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Slut shaming (literally the slightest), mild angst (think white people spice levels), smut (vanilla), just Jungkook being the cutie baby he always is.

Word Count: 3,188

a/n: Hello lovelies  ♡ This is a one shot I wrote forever ago under a different blog. I had to take some time away from fanfiction and tumblr in general and I decided to just start over. I am currently working on a WIP that should be a decent length focusing on Yoongi x reader. Though I am going to try and periodically update with scenarios and one shots of all the boys. OT7  ♡ Anyway, I hope you enjoy ♡

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Jungkook stood in the bathroom, staring quietly at his reflection. He could hear her and the guys laughing from the living room, his brothers and the girl he loved. Not that she had any clue. He brushed a hand over his face, biting his lower lip as he fought to control the nerves wrecking his stomach. Every time she was around it was hard for him to focus on anything else. His gaze lingering on her smile, her bright eyes, the smell of her perfume; sweet and simple - just like the girl he was in love with. 

Jungkook brushed his dark hair from his face, and walked from the bathroom back into the living room with the others. His heart twinging when he noticed her settled into the couch, her legs draped over Jimin’s lap, her head resting on the only available seat. Jungkook noticed her eyes light up when they rested on him and his heart jumped into his throat. She jumped up, and patted the seat beside her.

“I saved you a spot, Guk. Get over here.” She called to him, her voice bright and happy. Jungkook smiled as he looked over at her. He took his seat beside her, noticing how she curled into him immediately. Jungkook chided his heart for beating faster, she was friendly with all of them. It was nothing to find her sitting in Jin’s lap, her legs draped over Jimin, or her head resting on Tae’s legs. 

  She was very affectionate, Jungkook didn’t blame her, he was just as quick to hold her close as she was to jump in his lap. Her head resting on his shoulder, his arms wrapped tight around her waist, holding her snug to his chest. It wasn’t her fault he’d fallen so hard. Jungkook knew that the others all felt similarly, she was like a candle who’s warmth and brightness attracted them to her. Maybe it was the loneliness from touring but Jungkook felt that maybe it was just that she was so bright, kind, and caring it was impossible not to fall for her immediately. 

Jungkook noticed how she melded into his side, hiding her eyes at the gory scenes on the TV. Hoseok and Taehyung huddled by his feet, clutching each other while Namjoon and Suga sat on the couch with Jin, pretending to be as calm and unconcerned as the older boy. Near the end of the movie she screeched, and jumped up.

Jungkook stared up at her in concern as she pulled and brushed at her shorts and shirt frantically. Jimin turned the light on, everyone momentarily blinded but concerned as they try to get her to calm down and explain what’s happened.

“Y/N, what’s going on, are you okay?” Jin whispers, as he rubs his thumbs over her forearms, her hands covering her eyes as she trembles and Jungkook wants nothing more than to take her into his arms and soothe her. Instead he watches Jin comfort her.

“Something touched my leg. I thought maybe it was a bug but with the movie, I just lost my cool a bit, I’m so sorry guys.” She whispered, Jin laughs, his amusement growing as he pulls her into his arms against his chest, his smile fond as he brushes a hand over her back. Jungkook can feel his jealousy growing, so he stands and begins to search the couch, Jimin following suit to look for whatever had scared her. 

A moment later the offender was trapped in a plastic cup, the tiny gecko stared out at them, it’s chest rising and falling rapidly. Jimin was on the couch doubled over in laughter, while she peered through the cup, giving the gecko her meanest glare.

“This is not funny, Jimin.” She pouted, her arms crossed over her chest, the swell of her breasts made more prominent over the top of her camisole, her pink lips plumped up into the perfect pout. Jungkook looked away, and glanced at Jimin and smirked, shaking his head. The feelings stirring in his abdomen weren’t lessening, the image of her lips played over and over in his head. Jungkook wiped a hand over his face and sighed. He stiffened when he felt her pressed against him,

“I’m sorry I ruined movie night,” She said, smiling up at him sadly. Jungkook’s heart stuttered in his chest. She’d been their roommate for a few months now, but he wasn’t sure when she’d begun to have that effect on him, maybe from the beginning? She was just supposed to take care of the place while they were gone, in return she got to live in Korea. It had seemed like a dream come true for her, an extended vacation and she got to live with one of the most famous Kpop groups in the world. Plenty of girls would have jumped at the opportunity, but he was glad it was her, even if not being able to hold her the way he wanted to hurt more than he thought possible.

“You didn’t ruin movie night, we all had fun. I’m sorry you got scared though, I’ll do a better job of protecting you next time.” Jungkook said, kissing her softly on the top of her head. She blushed and stepped back, rubbing a hand over the back of her neck as she giggled. Jungkook couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the blush that spread across her cheeks. He smiled softly at her. 

Jimin pulled himself from the couch and picked up the container with the lizard, watching it carefully. Jungkook noticed her take a step back, her eyes watching Jimin suspiciously. For good reason, Jungkook thought, as a mischievous smile stretched across Jimin’s face. 

She took off before he moved, but Jimin was faster, in a moment he had her cornered on the couch. She screamed and jumped on the armrest, wiggling precariously as she fought to keep her balance. Jungkook moved forward, the others laughed as she screeched at Jimin,

“I’m telling you! If you put that thing on me, so help me, Jimin, I’ll - “ she screamed as Jimin lunged forward and she fell back. Jungkook caught her just in time, an arm tucked under her knee and another under her arm. Everyone froze, Jimin’s eyes went wide with shock and fear.

“I’m so sorry, Y\N! I didn’t mean to push you, I wouldn’t have put it on you.” Jimin said frantically, as Jungkook set her back down, Jin rushed over to check for himself that she was fine. Breathing in a sigh of relief when he realized the only thing bruised was her pride. Jungkook’s heart pounded in his chest, his anger rising,

“Jimin, put it outside now.” Jungkook demanded, Jimin nodded and rushed to let the lizard go. She placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and turned him to her. Jungkook looked down into her eyes and felt his stomach clench. She hugged him close, burying her face in his shirt. 

“Thank you, but don’t be mad at him. I shouldn’t have gotten on the couch.” She whispered before looking up at Jungkook. He was finding it hard to ignore that she had almost been seriously injured, but the puppy dog eyes were doing him in. 

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Jungkook said, rubbing his hands up and down her arms. 

“Ya, it’s late. I’m going to bed.” Jin called, Hoseok and Yoongi nodded their agreement and the older boys rushed off to bed. Namjoon and Taehyung followed soon after. Jungkook, Jimin and Y/N sat in the living room talking for a few moments more, the latter two exchanging apologies before Jimin made his way to bed. 

Jungkook was perfectly content to lay there with her resting her head on his lap, his fingers sunk into her silky hair, playing with the strands as she relaxed. He knew that she needed to go to her own bed, he would feel terrible if she were to fall asleep out here on this couch purely because he was too selfish to move. 

He noticed with a faint smile that her eyes were closed and her breathing had become even, she was already falling asleep. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he carried her to her bedroom.

“Guk,” She whispered, as she nuzzled further into his arms. His chest tightened,

“Yeah?” He asked, as he pushed her door open with his foot, and made his way to her bed. 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” She asked quietly. Jungkook felt the world grow still around them. He looked down at her and noticed the faint blush on her face, her lip tucked between her teeth as she waited for his answer. Jungkook knew he shouldn’t. He should put her in bed and go to his own room, he wondered if she’d ever invited any of the others to her bed. He wondered what she meant by it. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Looking forward he sat her down and moved to close the door, returning to her side a moment later, moving to cuddle her once they were tucked snugly under the covers. 

Jungkook wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, nearly groaning when her butt brushed against his lap. He bit his lip, trying to relax beside her. He’d held her plenty of times, but this was different. In her bed with the lights off, it was so much more intimate than he’d been with her so far. He felt his heart melt when she sighed, nestling her back against him. 

“Do you ever think about dating anyone, Jungkook?” She whispered, and he tensed. 

“I don’t have a lot of time to think about it, honestly. Between touring, recording new albums and promoting all of it... I don’t have the time to give someone all of myself, right now,” Jungkook replied, chewing nervously on his lip. He brushed a hand down her side softly and felt her shiver, he cupped her hip and massaged the spot for a moment feeling her hum with pleasure. Jungkook smiled,

“What about you, Y/N?” He asked nervously, she sighed again.

“I’d love too, but I don’t think the guy I’m interested in feels that way about me. Plus I’d feel bad for taking up his time when he’s always so busy. I just want him to be happy and to have fun. I love seeing him smile, so for me, I guess that’s enough,” She whispered and Jungkook felt his heart break. Of course she liked someone. Jungkook closed his eyes tight, and clenched his teeth.

“If you like someone why did you invite me to bed?” Jungkook asked and he felt her stiffen beside him. He felt his anger growing,

“Did you invite the rest of the guys to bed too?” Jungkook muttered angrily. 

“Or did you want to try me first?” He questioned her bitterly but he regretted it instantly as he could feel her shaking now, he quickly rolled her to face him and saw the tears rolling down her cheeks, her hands cupped over her eyes as she cried quietly. Jungkook felt his heart sink,

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean that,” Jungkook whispered, the fire within him dying instantly when he realized he had hurt her. She sniffled quietly,

“You’re the only person I’ve ever invited into my room, into my bed,” She whispered, as Jungkook wiped the tears from her face. He should have known, 

“Why would you want me here?” He asked and she bit her lip, and buried her face in his chest. He felt her mumbled response.

“I can’t hear you,” he whispered, pushing her back to look at her face, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She looked down at his chest, her fingers playing nervously.

“Because I like you,” She said it so quietly that Jungkook knew he must of have misheard her. There was no way that the girl who he had fallen for had fallen for him too. 

“The other guys have been telling me for a month that I should tell you, but I’ve been so worried about how you’d react. If you even felt that way about me? And I know you don’t have time -“ She was trying to explain it but Jungkook had kissed her. His lips pressed against hers softly, and she was still for a moment before kissing him back greedily, her hands wrapping around his neck, sliding up to sink into his hair. Jungkook flicked his tongue against her lips, and she parted them easily. He wasted no moment before reaching to explore her mouth. The taste of her sweet and heady, she was intoxicating. Jungkook’s hand ghosted over her shirt, cupping the swell of her breast, and squeezing gently, rubbing a thumb over her nipple. She gasped and whimpered against his mouth, and Jungkook could feel his dick harden, twitching at every whimper and moan as he devoured her lips. 

He broke away for a moment to look at her, her pupils wide and dark, her lips swollen and pink from his kiss. He felt her hand brush against his dick and he reflexively bucked into her hand, groaning softly. It took everything in him but Jungkook pulled her hand from him, he moved down, and placed himself between her legs. Looking up at her, he paused,

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly, reaching to pull her shorts off. She nodded quickly, her eyes hooded and her skin flushed. Jungkook doubted he’d ever seen someone look so beautiful. As he pulled her shorts off and tossed them to the side he placed soft kisses over her thighs, nipping her playfully as he moved closer to her core. He spread her legs a little further, before placing his lips against her, his tongue darting out and teasing her clit. She bucked against him, at the sudden touch, grabbing the pillow behind her head she covered her face, moaning deeply as he licked and teased her. 

“You’re so wet for me,” he called to her, 

“Always,Guk. Only you.” She whimpered, the sound muffled by the pillow. He chuckled, before returning to tease her. He sunk a finger into her folds, pushing deeper when he felt her walls clench around him. He pressed up, and he felt her jerk, her legs trembling as he finger fucked her, massaging her g-spot while sucking her clit. He slipped another finger inside of her, increasing his speed and she writhed and moaned beneath him.

“Jungkook, I’m going to cum.” She cried desperately, and he smiled.

“Come for me, baby, please. I want to make you feel good,” he said watching her tremble and shake from his fingers and mouth. He felt it when she came, her walls clenching tightly around his fingers as he pushed into her, his tongue lapping at her folds, his name on her lips as she rode out her high. 

“I want you inside of me, Guk.” She whispered, her eyes fluttered open to capture his stare. Jungkook felt his arousal like a weight in his pants, his dick straining against the material. He felt his mouth go dry.

“Are you sure, Y/N? We don’t have to.” He said, moving up to brush her hair from her face. She brushed her hand across his lap, taking care to stroke him softly. Jungkook could feel his desire burning through his veins. 

“Please, Jungkook? I want you.” She whispered, and Jungkook couldn’t tell her no, not when she looked so beautiful, and sweet, not that he even wanted to. Jungkook quickly slipped out of his pants, and boxers dropping them to the floor before ripping his shirt off. He positioned himself between her legs and rubbed his dick against her, wetting himself on her juices. The warmth from her made him moan the minute he pressed against her core, his dick already leaking precum. She pressed down against him, and Jungkook lined himself up, pushing into her slowly. His eyes fluttering as her walls squeezed and contracted against him,

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight.” He groaned as he pressed further in, going slowly to let her adjust. She moaned when he sank into the hilt, his dick pressing up against the sweet spot inside of her just right. Jungkook pulled her shirt up, her nipples hard in the cool air. He took one between his lips, flicking his tongue over it as he began to move his hips, finding a soft rhythm. Y/N clenched her legs around his waist, her hands traveled over his chest, and shoulders. Jungkook looked up and captured her lips between his, kissing her deeply as he began to move faster. The kiss soon turned messy, moans and breaths shared between them as Jungkook fucked her, 

“Y/N, I love you. Y-You’re so beautiful.” Jungkook moaned, as he sank into her his pace quickening as she groaned and her hips moved to meet his. He reached between them to rub his thumb over her clit, her walls tightening around him more and he bit back a curse. He continued to whisper sweet nothings to her as he fucked her, he knew he was getting close, but he wanted her to cum again. Wanted to ride out that pleasure with her.

“Baby, come for me. Can you do that Y/N?” He asked, and she nodded her head, whimpering as he pounded into her, his thumb never leaving her clit. She came undone a moment later, it gushed around him, while her walls clenched and her whole body tensed from the waves of pleasure wracking her body. Jungkook’s thrusts became sloppier as he lost himself, she could feel his cum spurt into her, and they lay that way for a moment coming down together. Jungkook had softened quite a bit before he pulled out of her to roll onto his back by her side. Their breathing labored, as they laid on the bed. Their hands finding each other, fingers lacing together. She giggled and Jungkook had never been so happy, he turned his head to press sloppy kisses to her cheek, and neck, and her lips, she turned to face him, her hands wrapping in his hair. She smiled brightly at him,

“I love you, Jungkook.”

“I love you too, Y/N. I know that this is a little backwards, but I’m free tomorrow. Would you let me take you on a date?” Jungkook asked quietly, hating the nerves that still wracked his gut. She smiled wide,

“I would love to,” She whispered before pressing her lips softly to his. 

Jungkook lay there staring at the ceiling as she slept quietly beside him, his fingers traveled softly up and down her spine. He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face, or believe that he was laying in her bed after having her so intimately. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but he knew without a doubt that as long as she was by his side, he could face the day.

Masterlist 

[youarejesting]

Femme 33

Recap: returning from your date with Hoseok you invite the boys' next door over for a Christmas lunch. Everyone is in bed and as much as you want to cuddle with any of the boys you need time to think. You have a dream in which you and the boys all have kids. Waking with a small sense of déjà vu. 

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader,

Rating: Adorable

Warnings: Smut, oral receiving, fingering,  voyeurism, exhibitionism, implied biting, singing.

Length: 2k words

Announcement: Sorry it took so long and I hope this isn’t too hard to read. I have been stewing on this for a while now. 

After breakfast, you discussed with the boys about having a Christmas barbecue and they seemed excited at the idea; you made a few calls asking Kwon Jiyong and his family and your boss if they were available, you even reached out to the girls you met at the park a few days back. 

You started making a menu and looked at the barbecue on the balcony smiling. This would work. You planned it all out in your head, how many chairs and plates and everything you would need. 

“What are you doing, yeobo” Jungkook sat on the stool beside you and tried to read your English script. He sounded cute reading the words, and he smiled, “We should go shopping”

“Would you like to go with me?”

“Of course” he smiled, and we put on our shoes and coats before heading out to buy everything for the party. 

He watched as you calculated and crossed off the list; he was impressed with your budgeting skills. How you found each of the boys favorite foods as you weaved through the aisles. “Hey Jungkook can you go race and get me some banana milk.” there were a few items left for the cashier to scan and he nodded running and you grinned paying while he had left. You pushed the shopping trolley out of the way and sat outside the store he arrived and frowned. 

“You left without me, I was going to pay like a real man” he sat handing you one of two banana milk drinks he bought. 

“Jungkook you are a real man, this is my party and my budget and I want to use my money for this, you just spend your money on things that make you happy or if you really want to buy something for me buy things that can make us both happy together, it’s more fun when we are both happy, but this is a selfish indulgence and a present for my friends and family, and I would feel bad using you boys’ money for this”

You took a taxi home, Jungkook declared he would carry all the bags of groceries. You tried to argue, but he smiled and told you this is what he does at the gym, anyway. The boys were all excited when you returned and helped put things away you told them not to touch the food in the corner cupboard or the left of the freezer as it was for the party. 

“Hamburgers,” Taehyung shrieked “I love hamburgers”

Lunchtime rolled around, and some of the boys had afternoon shifts and Hoseok left for a shift at the clinic. Jungkook sat beside you discussing your meal plans and he hummed in delight. 

“That sounds delicious” he beamed and your heart skipped a beat watching his face light up at each food. “Wait, you can make this?”

“Honey, I can cook very well, it’s just that I have never made Korean food before, maybe I should learn huh,” You smiled “want to help me?”

“I don’t know how to cook,” he said “Jin and Jimin can though, want me to go find them”

“They are at work, let's get the camera and make a cooking video” you started cleaning the already clean kitchen and making it look nice for the video and you got dressed in a cute dress and tried to tie your hair. 

“Come here yeobo,” Jungkook smiled, patting the bar stool. He sat you down to braid your hair quickly, “there is a lady I work with whom only has one arm, nicest person you will ever meet besides you of course. We all help her with her hair in the mornings, just whoever is free, I have gotten really good at it. Haven’t I?” 

“Wow, you really have?” You touched the braid, and he kissed your neck, his chest pressed to your back as his hands ran down the outside of your thighs over your knees and travelled up the inside. 

Audibly gasping as he nipped against your skin, you rolled your head back onto his shoulder. Down the hall, a door opened and a tense Namjoon stepped out and froze seeing what was happening. 

Namjoon watched as Jungkook grabbed the inside of your thighs and pulled them open. He spun you on the barstool and stepped between your legs resuming to kiss your neck and hand on your ass squeezing. 

Namjoon perched on the back of the couch watching you both, Jungkook was so turned on it was like he was at war with his pants which side would break first. The tight jeans seriously looked like they were on the brink but by the sounds of his shallow breaths, he wasn’t far behind either. 

“Honey, Slow down or everything will be over before it starts” you grabbed his hands and tried to push him away but he whined grabbing the bench behind you for dear life and continuing his ministrations on your neck. Throwing a help me look at Namjoon, he nodded and gently wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s waist and lifted him carrying him away and his arms went limp to his sides and he let out a sorrowful sound his dark eyes zeroing in on the mess he made on your neck.

You caught your reflection in your phone; you had a hickey, Jungkook was struggling against Namjoon. “I want to make you feel good, please” Namjoon groaned as Jungkook pressed his ass against him to try to break the grip around his torso. Though Jungkook was probably stronger, Namjoon would never let him win, especially since you asked him to restrain him.

The three of you went to Jungkook’s bedroom, you followed behind Namjoon slipping of your underwear. Catching Taehyung’s eyes from the doorway of his room, you flicked them to him before stepping into the Maknaes quarters. 

Namjoon sat on the desk chair, palming himself through his pants. Jungkook was quick to lift and throw you onto the bed. He liked how you looked nestled in his blankets, hands shyly covering your face. He crawled up the bed, the muscles in his arms tensing under the skin as he moved. He removed his shirt and jeans, leaving him in his boxer briefs.

Jungkook lifted your dress and was surprised to find you without underwear. His eyes met yours and you peeked at him from between your fingers. Namjoon watched as he watched the maknaes eyes gazing down excitedly and flicker up to meet his eyes. Namjoon’s dick twitch and the images of the maknae between his legs flooded his mind. Just as their eyes connected they moved in a flash to meet yours.

“Yeobo, I heard Yoongi Hyung talking about how you taste and I want to… um… try” his ears were pink but he didn’t shy away he looked you in the eyes with burning determination behind his dark orbs. “A real man makes sure his lady feels good before he thinks about himself”

“I understand. Do what you want JayKay as long as it feels right to you, you don’t have to do things just because others do” he grinned and lowered himself to your core. He was anything but hesitant in that moment when your moans filled the room. That was all the encouragement he needed. He slipped his arms under your knees and around to grip your thighs. 

“You really taste good,” his bright grin beaming up at you and Namjoon moaned hard from the side of the room. Your breathing is short, Jungkook finds a rhythm, the feeling so powerful you close your eyes in pleasure. You are almost there the pulse running heavy through your heat back arching off the bed mouth slack in pleasure. He untangles one arm and reached up, pressing two fingers against your lips, you take them into your mouth. Teasing the digits with your tongue he groaned removing them and inserting them slowly into you.

He was being sensual with you; it wasn’t surprisingly a come and go situation (pun intended). He pulled away watching his finger slide in and out curling them and he started singing to you quietly. You had to concentrate to understand what the hell could be so important to sing about while you were mere seconds away from pleasure.

Follow the sound of the pipe, follow this song It’s a bit dangerous but I’m so sweet I’m here to save you, I’m here to ruin you You called me, see? I’m so sweet Follow the sound of the pipe I’m takin’ over you

He moved up the bed as he sang the last words so sweet yet such a deadly statement. He removed his fingers and asked you if you still wanted to continue. You rolled your eyes sarcastically “Of course not I want to lay here half-finished actually let's make ramen. Of course I want to continue”

“I don’t think that’s how you ask nicely” He grinned, ghosting his lips over yours but never letting them touch for more than a few milliseconds. Your head rolled to the side looking at Namjoon who looked like he was trying to hold back from coming, he worked himself up rather quickly. Breathing in time with his languid hand movements.

“Please, Jungkook,” you said starting to squirm for some friction. He settles between your legs and you wrap them around him making him take a shaky breath. He is nervous. He guides himself with his hand and you touch his cheek and remind him to breathe. He is savouring the moment as he pulls in a sharp pant.

“Holy hell you feel amazing,” He says, it doesn’t take long for the coil to tighten inside you once more. He moans absorbed in pleasure and his fingers clutch the sheets as his hips rocking against you and you meet every thrust moaning while he true to his word possesses you completely. The feeling in your core snaps and the warmth spread up and down your body before convulsing in time with your pulse.

Jungkook’s hips stutter and he was breathless as he was lost in the waves of his own pleasure. Namjoon with his eyes locked on the two of you and observing your undoing spills himself in his hand with strong drives of his hip. The sound of heavy breathing from the three of you is such a beautiful symphony alluding to your previous escapades.

Jungkook, Namjoon and even Taehyung who from across the hall had quite the show, all kept you busy for another hour. Once you were all thoroughly sated, Jungkook smacked your bare ass cheek and grinned “Come on love, we have to film”

Taehyung was playing with your braids your neck debased from the two youngest in the room. “You think I can film with my neck looking like this” you groaned walking to the bathroom naked”

Yoongi who was half asleep. He saw you cross the room stark naked while waiting for his coffee to boil. His eyes widened, and he looked at his coffee cup and at his watch before looking back at you. You took a detour to kiss him gently before heading on to the bathroom. The sight was a monstrosity. “Jeon bunny maknae kookie Jk Justin Seagull Jungkook, Kim Jack 4D Alien TaeTae V Taehyung you boys come here and explain what the hell you did to my neck”

The two youngest ran in giggling, their heads turned in towards each other, “Yes yeobo?” Jungkook said the two of them were trying to hold their cheeky grins. You wanted to scold them but you laughed and Taehyung wrapped you in his arms and nuzzled his nose gently against your neck.

“I think they are pretty, I enjoy decorating you,” he smiled

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