#i haven’t blinked for like the past 15 mins.

[karinasbaby]

oh my

yeah this one. this one was it. i have no words im actually so dizzy rn.

✧ the love game

pairing: gamer!heeseung x reader (fluff, smut)

summary: heeseung loves his video games, but he loves you a whole lot more

warnings: fluff, kissing, sex, p in v, riding, oral (f rec.), cockwarming, minor exhibitionism, unprotected sex (don’t), overstimulation, mdni

you stumbled through your front door, feet aching as you dropped your bag on the floor. you glanced around the dark room as you breathed in the familiar scent of your apartment, giddiness filling your chest. 

it had been a tough day–no, a tough week. everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. you were tired and a bit hungry, and all you wanted was to shower and lay down with heeseung. it was finally friday, which meant you could sleep in and not worry about the next day.

you kicked off your shoes and tossed your jacket to the side. your lips quirked upwards when you heard the sound of heeseung’s laughter from your bedroom and you quietly walked to him, hoping he was finishing a game. 

you pushed open the door and leaned against the door frame, your eyes falling on a familiar figure. heeseung sat in the dimly lit room, fully immersed in the world of gaming. his fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard and his eyes were fixed on the screen as he mumbled into the mic attached to his large headphones. your eyes softened at the sight, warmth flickering in your chest. 

you quietly chuckled and shook your head, walking further into the bedroom. when heeseung played, sometimes, he was completely disconnected from the real world. like now, for example, he hadn’t heard you come in so when you rested your hand on his shoulder, he flinched and screamed. 

“fuck!” he turned his head to you, eyes wide as his fingers stilled. “you scared me.” at your grin, his surprise settled and his eyes softened, a gleam of happiness shining in them. he smiled at you and your heart squeezed at the sight of his soft smile; the way his lips stretched and his cheeks filled. 

you smiled down at him and he paused his game, muting his mic as he slipped off the headset. he turned his chair slightly and brought his hands up to your waist. 

“baby, you’re home.” he looked up at you and you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. he smiled against your lips and the heaviness of the week slowly began to melt away. “welcome home. how was your day?” 

you shook your head and stood straighter. “it was certainly a day.” heeseung frowned at the exhaustion in your eyes and he squeezed your hips once. “i’m gonna go shower. i’ll be back.” 

heeseung nodded and pressed a kiss to your clothed stomach. you ran your hand through his hair once before stepping away. he watched you strip as you walked to the bathroom through the reflection of his computer scream, shaking his head to rid the racing thoughts. 

he picked up the headset and unmuted his mic, rolling his eyes when jay chastised him for just leaving mid-way. instead of answering, he started a new game and immersed himself in the bright colours and characters. 

you slipped into the shower and sighed in relief as the warm water washed all the day’s dirt away. you scrubbed your body and washed your hair, eyes softly shut. you could hear heeseung’s laughter and yelling and it brought you a sense of immense comfort. 

you turn off the shower and grab your towel, wrapping it around yourself. a part of you wonders what would happen if you toss the towel and just walk into your bedroom naked. there’s a need bubbling in your chest and as you slip on one of heeseung’s old shirts, you wonder how long you’d have to wait for heeseung. 

you step out of the bathroom and shake your head, running your fingers through your hair. your eyes land on heeseung’s back and the way his fingers dance across the keys, fast and precise. you bite your bottom lip as you stare at his fingers; long and veiny and skilled. 

you toss the towel to the side and make your way to him, hoping he’d understand the need in your eyes. because your week had been so busy, you hadn’t really seen a lot of your boyfriend. you missed him, and you needed him to hold you. you wanted to fall asleep in his arms and not worry about your alarm. 

heeseung doesn’t notice as you approach him, too busy staring at the screen as he tries and saves riki’s character. “for fucks sake, we’re going to lose,” he mumbles into the mic, eyes fixated on the screen. 

“hee,” you quietly say. you put your hand on his shoulder and the corners of his lips turn upwards at your voice. he side-eyes you and you squeeze his shoulder. “are you almost done?” 

he turns and looks at you for a brief second, smiling widely at your freshly showered face and his gaze drops as he takes you in; standing before him in nothing but his shirt. “almost, baby. you wanna lay down and i’ll join you in a bit?” 

you bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head. “can i just be near you?” 

instantly, heeseung’s eyes soften and his heart breaks a little, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up and lay with you on the bed. he lifts his fingers from the keys and rolls his chair back. he looks up at you with wide, shiny eyes and you smile at him as you straddle him. 

heeseung sighs softly when you put all your body weight on him, your chest pressed against his as your arms circle his neck. he wraps one arm around your lower back and pushes you flush against him, breathing you in. “i missed you today, y/n.” he tries not to pay attention to the way your shirt–his shirt– lifts up and your bare legs and pussy rest on top of his sweatpants. 

you tucked your head in the crook of his neck and shoulder and closed your eyes, contentment filling your chest. you pressed a soft kiss to his neck and smiled when his skin erupted with goosebumps.

“i missed you too, hee.” 

heeseung kissed your forehead before he began playing again, mumbling soft curses to jake and sunghoon who teased him at his softness. you breathed his scent in, love filling your heart as heeseung kept quiet, only mumbling and whispering in the mic, afraid he’ll hurt your ears if he screams. 

as heeseung continued to play, you ran your hands through his hair, playing the hair on the nape of his neck. you kept your eyes shut and pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck and jaw every time his body tensed in frustration. whenever he didn’t need both of his hands on the keyboard, he kept on on your lower back, drumming his fingers against your skin. 

you open one eye and peak at the time, sighing softly as you shift a bit of your weight. as you moved, your bare pussy rubbed against heeseung’s bulge and you both quietly sighed, your breath hitching. 

heeseung’s quiet ranting came to an end and he squeezed your hip once before he went back to playing his game. you, on the other hand, couldn’t focus on anything but the heat that spread through your body. 

you began kissing heeseung’s neck feverishly, sucking on his skin as he shifted below you, rubbing his hardening dick against your cunt. you pressed your hips down and began grinding down on him, unable to control yourself.

“baby,” heeseung murmured, squeezing his eyes shut as you rubbed yourself against him, your wetness soaking through his sweatpants. he muted his mic as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder, lost in the bliss. you were tired and needy and you wanted him so badly. “i’m almost done, i promise.” he tried not to jerk his hips upwards. 

you removed one of his headphones from his ear and pressed your lips against the shell of his ear, your breath tickling his skin as he stilled. you pussy was wet and you had gotten all your juices on his sweatpants, not a single care in the world. 

“i want you, hee. i need you.” you kissed the skin below his ear and his dick twitched. his fingers slowed and the characters all blurred together at your words. “please.” 

heeseung moved his head back and almost threw his keyboard off the table at the look on your face; your plump, bitten lips and wide eyes. he knew that you had been having a bad week and he wanted to make it all go away, but you just needed to be a little patient. 

you both stared at each other for a few seconds before he moved his head towards you and kissed your lips softly. you tightened your arms around his neck and pressed your hips down on him, trying to keep his lips on you. 

he pulled away and brushed a piece of hair out of your face, kissing your nose softly. “just a little bit more, angel. i can’t leave the game without getting banned so just wait a little, kay?” 

you nodded and he smiled at you. “then, i’ll give you everything you want.” his words were low, raspy as his lips hovered yours. 

“hyung, where are you? we’re literally dying.” you heard sunghoon’s agitated voice through the headphones. 

before he could unmute his mic, you moved your head back and one of your hands trailed from the back of his neck to his throat. you lightly pressed down on his throat as he looked up at you, need burning in your eyes. 

“what is it, baby?”

you swallowed and looked away from him, suddenly a bit shy. heeseung spread his legs further and smirked when your eyes widened at the feeling of his dick pressed flush against your pussy. he had a feeling that he knew what you wanted, but he still wanted you to ask. 

“take your time,” you said. “but can i… can i sit on it?” 

heeseung tilted his head, his mind going numb at the softness of your voice and the dirtiness of your words. he squeezed your hips and moved your hips up and down his legs once before he nodded. this was the least he could give you. 

“go ahead, baby. take it out.” he slightly lifted your legs as you eagerly pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down and pulled his semi-hard dick out of his boxers. he hissed when you wrapped your fingers around him and watched as you guided the tip to your soaking pussy. 

he watched with heated eyes as you lifted yourself off him, letting your slick coat his dick before you lowered yourself on him. you moaned in his ear as he slid in, stretching you out and filling you up. 

“fuck, baby,” heeseung whispered, eyes sewn shut. “you’re sucking me in.” 

you fell into his body as the base of his cock hit your core, taking him completely. the feeling of being stretched felt so good and all you could do was tuck your face into the crook of his neck, biting back a sob. 

he softly kisses your forehead. “try not to make too much noise, okay?” he unmuted his mic when you nodded, smiling when your pussy clenched around his cock. he was often the one to ask you to cockwarm him as he played but this time, it was you who asked. 

“hey guys,” he greeted, quietly. still mindful of his volume. he grinned when all of the other boys started yelling at him, reprimanding him for leaving when he did. 

as heeseung continued to play, you kissed and bit his neck, sucking to soothe his skin. you tried to ignore how wet you were, trying to ignore the mess you were making on him and his chair as you slowly rotated your hips. at the friction, your pussy gushed and heeseung rubbed your back, knuckles turning white as he tried to control himself. 

your entire body was on fire and you needed more. his cock stretched you out well but you needed to feel him everywhere; needed him to fill you up and make you cry. 

slowly, you started moving. lifting your legs a bit, you began fucking yourself on his cock. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to silence your whines as his long, girthy cock slid in and out of you. 

your head fell back onto his chest and you bit his shoulder, holding onto his neck tightly as you used all your strength to ride him. his cock twitches against your sensitive walls and you almost cry out. one of his hands grips your waist protectively, offering help in any way he can. 

you moved hastily on his lap, and his hold on your waist helps lift you up and down, guiding you closer to your orgasm. his hand goes to your ass and he grips it, moving his hips with you. once he begins fucking into you, you bite his shoulder harder and dig your nails into his skin, trying not to make a sound.  

your thighs begin to shake and your cunt clenches around heeseung’s rock hard cock. he isn’t really paying attention to the game as he fucks his cock into you, loving the sounds your juices as they spilled all over him. 

your breathing in his ear becomes erratic and broken and he knows you’re close. he mutes his mic once again and brushes his lips against your ear. “go ahead and cum, pretty baby. you’re doing so well.” 

his words were enough to push you over and your eyes flutter shut as he thrusts into you, his hips meeting yours forcefully as his tip hits just the right spot. your vision blurs as you moan out his name. your body stills as your pussy starts to uncontrollably flutter around his dick and your cries consist of his name and his soft grunts of praise. 

your release washes over you and you fall against his body, whines leaving your mouth as he continues to slowly thrust into you, making your ride out your orgasm as he cums inside you, filling you up. his cum is warm as it mixes with yours and he throws his head back as you begin to suck on his adam’s apple, eyes teary at the overstimulation. 

“fuck, baby,” he whispers. he continues slowly thrusting into you, ignoring the slight pain in his cock. the need to pump his cum back into you is stronger than anything, and that’s why he unmutes his mic. “sorry guys, i’m leaving.” he doesn't wait for an answer as he leaves the game, ignoring the warning that flashes on screen. 

he throws his headphones across the room and grips your waist tightly, panting into your shoulder as you both catch your breath. after a moment, heeseung lifts his head and grips your chin, making you look at him.

your eyes are watery and your bottom lip is swollen; but you’re so incredibly beautiful to him. he cups your cheek and smashes his lips against yours, dick twitching in your pussy as you grip onto his shirt tightly, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. 

tongues and teeth smash together as the sounds of your lips smacking and juices echo through the room. when heeseung pulls away, a string of spit connects your lips and he instantly presses his lips against yours, licking your bottom lip. 

“your game?” you ask quietly, eyes on his lips. heeseung smiles dumbly at you, the right corner of his lips curving upwards as his round eyes shine with love. 

“how could i focus on my game with your tight pussy clenching around me, baby?” your neck heats at his words and he brushes his nose against yours. “you’re more important than all my games, y/n.” he licks your neck and bites your ear lobe. “all my attention is yours now, baby.”

before you could say anything, heeseung swiftly places his hands under your thighs and lifts you up. you squeal and wrap your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist. his dick is still in your pussy and as he walks to your bed and plops you down on your sapphire sheets. 

his body follows yours until your back is on the bed and his knees are in between yours. you stare up at him with such wide, loving eyes that he can’t help but kiss you. the kiss is sloppy and hungry as he slips his tongue into your mouth and caresses every crevice. you pull him flush against you and moan into his mouth when his cock slides out of your pussy, cum dripping out of your cunt. 

heeseung pulls away and pulls off his shirt, grinning at the way you stare at his toned chest and broad shoulders. he stares at you as he pulls off his sweatpants, licking his lips when he tosses his boxers somewhere across the room. 

you stare at him with intense lust and love in your eyes, arms stretched out as he crawls into them, kissing your forehead. he looks down at you and grabs the edge of your shirt before raising an eyebrow. you nod once and he takes the shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him. 

he stares at your naked body below him and his cock twitches. he says nothing when your delicate hands wraps around his shaft, squeezing once. “speaking of games,” heeseung leans down, hand on either side of your head. “should we play one? the love game.” your eyes widen in confusion and he grins. 

“i’ll start.” he brings his lips to your eyes and kisses your eyelids. “i love your eyes.” 

you open your eyes and smile brightly at him. “really, hee?” he grins at you, teeth on display as he shrugs. 

“let me play my favourite game.” 

you roll your eyes and bite your tongue, secretly loving this stupid game he had come up with a while ago. you lay there as he kisses your entire face, his soft lips lingering on your cheeks and neck. 

“i love your face.” 

“thanks,” you tease, pinching his nose. “i’m glad.” he smiles against your skin before he lowers his hips and grinds his hips against yours, his dick pressing against your cunt. you whimper at the feeling and he nips your jaw.

his lips trail down until he captures one of your nipples in his mouth. your back arches and you grab his hair, pulling as he sucks and probes your nipple. one of his hands grabs your other nipple and he pinches it, rubbing the bud when you cry out. 

he kisses your breast before he sucks the other nipple, spending the same amount of time just sucking and nibbling. your hands are in his hair and he loves it when you pull the strands a bit harder than usual. 

he releases your nipple with a pop and presses an open mouth kiss to your cleavage before looking up at your hazy expression. “i love your tits.”

your hands are still in his hair as his lips trail down your body and he kisses and licks your stomach. as he gets closer to your core, your body heats up. you try to squeeze your thighs together but he’s holding on to them tightly. 

“i love your body.” 

his nose brushes down your abdomen as he spreads your legs further apart and buries his face in your cunt. you cry out his name and pull at his hair when he licks a harsh stripe of your core, pressing his face closer to your cunt as he licks and sucks new and old juices. 

“hee, hee,” you pant. “please.” you’re not sure what you’re begging for, but heeseung seems to know. of course he does, he knows your body and you better than you do. 

the sounds of slurping and his lips smacking around your clit made your legs shake as his nose pressed so deliciously against you. “i love how you taste.” 

you pull at his hair as he lifts his head, your slick coating the lower half of his face. you stare at him with half-lidded eyes as he licks his lips and coats his ring finger in your juices before licking his fingers clean, staring intently at you. 

you moan at the sight and he simply stares at you as he sensually sucks your slick off his fingers. 

“i love how wet you are, how wet i can make you.” 

“heeseung,” you whisper. it’s too much. he’s too much. your legs feel weak and your sweaty but you need him in you again. 

he smiles at you and he looks like the devil; with his hair all unruly and his eyes wide with lust but a soft precious smile on his sinful lips. he kisses your inner thighs before kissing up your body. when he reaches your collar bones, he bites your neck softly. 

“i said i’d give you everything you wanted.” his lips hover yours and you tilted your head up, trying to capture his lips, but he lifts his head. “so, tell me. what do you want?” 

you sigh and throw your head back on the bed, heaving. your entire body was on fire and your orgasm was on the brink of release. all you needed was him. 

at your wide eyes and pout, heeseung kissed you and gently cupped your cheek. he rubbed your cheek gently before brushing his nose against yours. “tell me, baby. what do you need right now?”

“you,” you whispered. “need you to fuck me again, hee. please.” you sounded so pretty, so polite as you asked him to fuck you. 

heeseung had no choice but to comply. instead of teasing you, knowing you couldn’t handle it, he simply kissed your cheek. “good girl, asking so well.” 

you shut your eyes as he lined himself against your entrance, using your slick to wet his cock. he spread your thighs further apart and watched intently as he pushed his head in, smiling at the way your cunt sucked him in. “i love how well you take me, baby.” 

slowly, he pushed the rest of his dick inside you and whimpered at the feeling of your warm gummy walls clenching around him. “i love how tight you are,” he whispered. 

“fuck,” you breathe quietly as his cock slides so easily into you, filling you up once again. your breathing staggers and you try your best to keep your eyes open. 

heeseung grits his teeth together as his eyebrows furrow. he wants to slam into you, make you cry out, but he wants this to be about you. he tries to steady himself and slowly rocks his hips against yours, loving how soft and warm you feel wrapped around him. 

your whines and moans get louder as heeseung’s pace quickens, unable to help himself. your perked nipples rub against his chest and your eyes water at the sensitivity of it all. 

“you’re filling me up so well, hee.” you ramble, nails digging into his back. “i love it so much.”

heeseung leans his head down and presses his lips harshly against yours, swallowing your moans and breathy words. “i love you so much,” he mumbles against your lips. when he pulls away, both of your lips are wet and swollen. 

he rests his forehead against yours as he slams into you. “listen to how wet you are, baby. you feel so good.” 

“feels good,” you agree, mind hazy with pleasure. the bed shakes from under you as your sticky bodies press against each other. 

“yeah?” he licks the skin beneath your ear. “feels good? like how i fuck you, baby? how my cock stretches you out?” 

you can only nod eagerly, knowing he understands exactly how you’re feeling. and he does, he knows exactly how you’re feeling because he can feel it. the way your pussy is sucking him in, making it harder to slide out, the way your nails are digging into this back. 

he presses his hand on your lower stomach, grinning wickedly as he feels his cock deep within you. at the pressure, you cry out and grip his wrist. you look up at him with watery eyes and he fucks you harder, tearing through your body. 

“so–so close,” you whisper, tasting your climax on your tongue. “hee.” 

heeseung cooes at you and kisses your nose as he pounds into you and your whines turn into sobs as your orgasm washes over you, making your head fuzzy as your legs shake. he continues to fuck you, the squelching sounds only enticing him. 

“that’s it, baby,” he praises you. “cum for me like a good girl.” his voice is in your ear, low and inviting. . 

heeseung prolongs your climax as he fucks you, making you ride it out completely. you can’t handle anymore and you grip onto his shoulders, eyes wide. “cum inside me, hee. please. i need it.” 

at your words, he grunts and smashes your lips together, pounding into you as he reaches his climax. his hips stutter as he releases his cum inside of you. his body is practically covering yours as his warm cum fills you up, once again mixing with yours. “i love you,” he whispers. “i love you, i love you. i love you.” 

he continues to rock his hips against yours as he cums, making sure every last drop is in your pussy. you wrap your arms tightly around his neck as you kiss him, tongues and teeth against the others. 

“i love you,” you mutter against his lips. your foreheads are pressed together and he pants into your mouth, his dick slowly softening inside you. 

“i love you more than all my games.” 

at his words, your eyes shoot open and he grins softly at you, bashful and full of adoration. you stare at him before kissing his cheek. 

“i know.” 

a/n: okay this is my gift to you as i actually disappear for a while because i really do need to study :/

[berlinbisque]

Review: Vintage Speaker

Coming to my PRC speaker which I got for my mini Barista www.lilacnights.com/post/my-little-barista, I tried it the other day, I haven’t used it much to give a proper feedback as of now but I’m gonna share the first impression, the make is really cool, it has mini legs or two stands below which came wrapped in plastic foil and I think there’s lithium battery behind which also came covered with a blue peelable sticker, it was box packed, it came inside a white matte plastic pouch + bubble wrap, the box had a charger, aux cable & a 2 page instruction manual 😜 it has multiple ports such as USB, Aux, Memory Card and a provision for USB-C, the dialer is slightly tarnished from one edge but that’s not visible due to light reflection, and the rest of the make is great, the buttons too were not lose because it’s brand new and they were pressing with a proper click sound, the size is good it’s small but it’s cute and it’s not as small as my other (old) speaker, the colour looks green unfortunately in my warm lights but when I flash my phone’s torch it looks very beautiful it’s the same BABY BLUE that I had ordered and it looks gorgeous 🤩 it does appear slightly blue from certain angles even in the yellow lights that I have here, the metal portions are very shiny and I love the matte finish cuz it looks more sophisticated for a change, my previous one had costed me two times more, it was glossy, it was louder but also heavier even though it was half the size, it came with a velvet pouch, I had taken it 5-6 years ago, it’s still there, it has a chain sling and all, this one is comparatively lighter and easy to carry, in fact it’s very light, the instruction manual has a diagram but certain instructions are copy pasted from another product so I had a hard time looking for the on & off switch until I realised there was none… I figured the dialer which was on 0 was also meant for tuning it up like a typical radio cuz it was called the “boot button”/volume wheel, I then saw the blue light blinking which prompts you to pair it with your Bluetooth device. I felt like the volume was too low, I almost felt cheated there I kept it on 8 to hear it properly the numbers go uptil 11 and then you have 0 which makes a click and it shuts down. I then charged it for about 15-20 mins the red light stopped blinking which means the charging was done and I had read in the manual that you shouldn’t be overcharging it, I’m not sure about it’s battery life or if it was sounding really low because it was not in use and one has to charge these things before trying them out, I could hear it even on volume 3 this time after charging it (I really hope the battery doesn’t drain out that fast cuz otherwise the volume decreases a lot) initially when the battery was low it was also making a static sound which sometimes comes from my phone’s speaker as well like a “phata dhol” in proper words 🤣 I have an iPhone 12 mini, it scares me a lot cuz I get really insecure then… I don’t have a lot of money to waste like that. It didn’t happen after charging it, and even after connecting the Bluetooth I feel it takes a while for it to like “start off.”

This is what I found impressive though… I played a good track & I realised that I was missing out entirely on the music on my phone’s speaker �� cuz it was able to pick up not only the beats but every minor little sound which was there including a knocking one which was very pleasing (you’ll enjoy it as an audiophile) it was there throughout the song, it amplifies them like a proper speaker inspite of being small and light. And the music listening experience is indeed very good… just like the manual read “We hope you enjoy your songs” It’s a cute little gift and it can be used for flat lay photography or even while making aesthetic videos as an additional prop, it has the charm of a “mini vintage radio speaker” although these radios are very common now, I feel like it is a great portable option to lighten up your mood and take it wherever you go, if you want to enjoy some music that too in all of its glory. Mind you, it’s not going to be like a surround sound system cuz it’s just a mini portable speaker but it’s great for my coffee bar and I really love it.

[elsascushion]

Hollywood B!tch

Pairing: Bea X Poppy

Kinda Safe for work yall, swearing involved but no smut. this is more of a prologue than chapter 1 as The pair doesn’t meet yet and this is set a year after graduation

Chapter 1

It has been over a year since Bea has met up with anyone from Belvoire. Of course Zoey and her occasionally FaceTime or go out for coffee when they both happen to be in New York, their schedules have just never really matched. Now that Bea is officially a superstar on the rise, studios are just waiting for the chance to work with the actress. For over the past year Apoidea have been extremely helpful in helping to kickstart her new career with some of her shows and films rivalling Zendayas at the box office. Of course even with Apoidea connections the pressures of Hollywood was just as tough as she thought, but Bea of course was already trained to handle the drama world thanks to good old Belvoire.

Speaking of Belvoire, Bea has recently returned back to New York from filming in Korea just in a weeks time before Veronica’s little top 15 “reunion”. Now for why Veronica decided to hold a Belvoire reunion is unknown considering she hated everyone there but it could be due to the fact that Bea’s name is trending everywhere now days and the clout she would be getting would be insane. So just a few weeks prior Veronica had created this group chat to discuss potential dates on when to do this and when everyone was free. She had added Bea, Zoey, Chloe,…….so on and a few people who Bea had forgot even existed. To be honest Bea didnt even want to go at first but after checking everyone’s names on the list one really stood out to her. Poppy Min-sinclair. A name that she could never forget no matter no hard she has tried to. Ever since her confession at graduation she never was able to see or contact Poppy again. That girl practically pulled a Persephone Dalton and went MIA maybe she even now has a new identity, and due to Beas busy schedule she was never able to visit the Sinclair’s closing mansion one last time wondering if it is even still there now days. How Veronica got Poppy’s contact details is still a mystery but I guess she just has her ways, although Bea began to wonder if that was even poppy considering she never typed anything on that group chat.

Now weeks later with everyone (except poppy) confirming their availabilities Bea was back in New York. She first checks into this penthouse apartment building, a curtesy of Zoeys, before throwing her luggage down on the floor and grabbing out a few boxes of expensive looking chocolate she got as gifts in Belgium a while back, in preparation for her meeting with zoey. She heads down the apartment and slinks into a nearby cafe where she was greeted with the face that helped her survive her Belvoire years.

“OMG BITCH YOU’RE ACTUALLY HERE THE BEA HUGHES” Zoey dramatically gasps drawing the attention of other customers

Bea quickly covers Zoey’s mouth with her palms whispering loudly “Girl not so loud!” Before dragging her upstairs into a more private booth.

“Heyyy did you not miss me” Zoey rolls her eyes sarcastically, smoothing down her skirt as she sits down at the opposite side of Bea.

“Babe of course I did but I’m trying to avoid press while being jet lagged and all if you know what I mean” Bea blinks a few times as Zoey takes note on the dark circles around Beas dead brown eyes

“Of course, of course so do not want to be caught outside after a late night concert” Zoey says as she takes a sip of her coffee before speaking again

“Ok but are you excited for Veronica’s reunion i mean we haven’t seen those people in like forever”

But Bea doesn’t respond instead she stares off into the distance at some peculiar looking potrait of a two headed horse

“Hello earth to Bea!” Zoey snaps her fingers a few times bringing Bea back to reality

“Oh sorry sleep deprived and all” Bea sighs taking another sip of her iced latte “so what were you saying?”

“Right, as I was saying” Zoey coughs “are you excited for Veronica’s reunion party thing”

It was technically just a party for her to clout from everyone but no one is questioning it as they all wanted to see Bea again

“Well about that could I ask you something?”, Zoey nods preoccupied by her coffee as Bea continues “it’s about Poppy”

Zoey shoots Bea a sharp glare making the brunette freeze a little before saying “hun do you remember what I told you night after graduation as we were packing up our stuff”

Bea sighs “That life wasn’t a whatpad and for me to move on from people who made our lives miserable for the past two years especially she devils named Poppy”

“Yes and I still stand by that”

After that the girls exchanged gifts to avoid an awkward conversation and changed between a variety of topics such as how Chloe and Ohio even managed to graduate, stories about Zoey’s time on tour to Bea spilling the tea about scandals in Hollywood. As time flew by it was almost late in the afternoon when Zoey had to meet with another producer bidding Bea goodbye and that they will meet up again soon.

Bea traveled back up to her apartment, ran straight to the couch and took a fat nap for an hour. When her eyes fluttered open she noticed a figure on top of her, one she’s all too familiar with. The women she spent her senior years trying to ruin the life of instead of confessing sooner. Her blond hair fell like curtains around Bea’s face making her blush all too noticiable. Then finally a whisper in her ear “god Farmsville you’re still obsessed with me it seems like you haven’t changed at all” a cool breath hits Bea’s ear seeming all too real

“AHH Poppy how the fuck did you get in here!” Bea screamed as her eyes shot wide open looking around her apartment to see if Poppy was actually there, slightly disappointed when she wasn’t.

“Just a dream huh” Bea thought to her self as she layed back on her $25000 couch questioning her life.

However she wondered how that dream could’ve ended if she had not woken up just before the fun parts…. Soon the girl’s desires overcame her as she rolled over to grab her phone shooting a quick text to Veronica

Bea: hey V it’s Bea I’m back in New York planning to give some gifts to our cohorts 😜 but just wondering if you know where Poppy is staying for education purposes

Not long after a notification shows up on her phone with an address attached from Veronica. Bea quickly inserts the address into her maps app noticing the location was only an hour away.

Shocked She quickly unpacks her luggage to find a cute outfit, retouched her makeup before spraying on her favourite YSL perfume.

“Alright let’s go see if our favourite bitch is still alive”

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To anyone who reads this sorry if it is bad writing has always been my weak point and I needa practice for my final year of HS 😞

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 16]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, dom!seungcheol, oral(fem receiving), a little overstimulation, some hair pulling, dirty talk, possessive!seungcheol makes an appearance, sex toys, seungcheol riskin’ it all in this one 😏😳 yall!!! only 4 more chapters after this 🥺 it’s so crazy, I don’t even remember when I started this series but omg, my longest one yet! 💕 thank you so much for the support on cherry bomb, as always!! I love yall 💕💕 also my god has it been a week 😭 gonna do an inbox roundup tomorrow!💕 But for now, enjoy ch16 and have a good, safe weekend!! 💕🍒 

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“Let me get this straight… She asked you if you considered her your girlfriend and you said what?”

Seungcheol grimaces for the third time, brows furrowed when Jeongguk blinks at him incredulously. “I’m sorry, I just---I need to hear it from your lips again, hyung.”

“Ugh, I said ‘sure’, okay!? I got nervous! That was a big fuckin’ question!” Seungcheol tugs at his own hair, groaning as he slams his head down onto the concession stand. “Don’t even get me started on the look she gave me after. I had to sleep next to her, you don’t know how horrible that was after my fuck up.”

Jeongguk pats Seungcheol’s hair; shaking his head as he gently tries to comfort his hyung.

“What did she say afterwards?”

“She just said ‘oh, okay’ and then she changed topics.” Seungcheol lifts his head from the countertop, hair mussed as he stares back at Jeongguk who shoots him a pitiful look.

“And that was it? The two of you went to bed?” Seungcheol nods, “We ate a little and she started talking about work so I thought everything was okay? But the more I think about it the more I’m thinking ‘oh, okay’ isn’t really okay? Listen, I haven’t been in a relationship in a while and the last thing I ever expected out of meeting her was for her to be my girlfriend!”

Jeongguk laughs in return, “I can tell. You’re fuckin’ rusty as hell, hyung.”

“He said what?”

You groan as you pick up another plate. “He said ‘sure’ and then it got awkward. We ate dinner and then went to bed and this morning when he dropped me off, I felt like---weird? I was all shy all of a sudden, maybe even awkward.” Jun helps you clear off the table, taking a couple plates of his own before turning to face you.

“Like, ‘butterflies in my stomach’ kinda shy? Or, like, ‘that wasn’t really the answer I was looking for’ kinda awkward shy?”

Grimacing, you start to wipe down the table as Jun watches. “I’m not even sure. I mean… He didn’t say no, right? But I guess I was just expecting a little more than just ‘sure’. Nothing like, grandiose but… a little more than ‘sure’? It’s like he was replying to me asking if he wanted a piece of chocolate.”

Jun laughs, fingertips on his chin as he thinks of an appropriate response. “He might just be… awkward. I mean, what was the preface of this question? What conversation were you two having?”

Your lips press into a firm line, cheeks hot as Jun stares you down. “Okay… maybe you’re right. I didn’t really… work up to that question. I kinda just… asked it. I mean, you guys were asking about it in the comments too so I just thought--”

“Ah! There’s the problem though. I don’t think hyung was even in the chat at that point. So, just because all of us were talking about it doesn’t mean he knew, y’know? He might’ve just been caught off guard.”

“Ugh... fuck, you’re probably right.”

You and Seungcheol don’t talk about it.

Even though you can feel the tenseness between the two of you during dinner and even when he drops you off and picks you up from work Friday afternoon. It’s all clipped conversations and shy, awkward smiles like the two of you had met for the first time, all over again.

It eventually comes to a head when you’re only an hour away from needing to start your cam show, Friday night, and you realize that you weren’t sure if Seungcheol was going to be part of it or not. “Hey, ‘Cheol?” You ask, voice small as you stare at the back of his head. The male turns from his place on the sofa, eyes wide as saucers at your shy voice.

“Y-yeah?”

“Are you, um, going to cam with me tonight or…? I mean, I can do it alone, I just--I wasn’t sure if you wanted to, tonight.” Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek; he really wanted to talk about it and he didn’t understand why this, out of all the things, was so difficult for him to talk about.

“I--I don’t know. I just, I’m sorry, can I just... apologize first?” He groans as he gets up from the sofa and rounds it until he steps in front of where you sit atop the bed sheets. “It’s been so awkward and I know it’s because of me, so you don’t need to say anything. I just--I should’ve said more than ‘sure’, I was just nervous!” His cheeks burn red; wide eyes avoiding your own as you stare up at him. “I really want you to be my girlfriend, if I didn’t already make that clear. I was just thinking about how I never really expected you to like me that much, much less start a relationship with me, so the first thing that came out of my mouth was just… that. It was dumb, I should’ve said something else, but I think my brain was just mush by then.”

Your own cheeks feel hot at his confession; trying to hide the beaming smile that threatens to paint your features. “No--no, I should apologize a little too. I asked you that out of nowhere and made you panic. I should’ve worked it up better than that too.”

“I guess we’re both a little dumb, huh?” He laughs under his breath as he scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. “We can talk about everything else under the sun but that was just… harder to talk about in the moment.”

“Yeah, but we’re okay now, right? We’re an official c-couple?” You bite your lip, looking up at Seungcheol who seems to be staring off into the distance. A grin finds itself painted on his lips as he meets your shy eyes.

“That’s right, babygirl.”

Seungcheol decides to let you do your cam show alone tonight; watching from the sofa as you get settled on the bed before nodding at him and starting your stream.

“Hey, everyone! Happy Friday!”

The comments and donations flood in as soon as you start and you already hit your donation minimum before you even open your mouth to speak again. It catches you off guard momentarily as your eyes go wide and your lips part in a shocked expression.

“Whoa, that was so fast! We already hit the donation minimum!”

sleepy_wonu has donated $75

sleepy_wonu: your channel has grown so much in the past few weeks im not surprised lol

universe_WZ: yea seriously, i remember when it took us like 30 mins before we hit minimum

artist8hao has donated $75

artist8hao: now theres ppl we’ve never even seen before in the comments lol

angelhan has donated $50

tangerine_kwan has donated $50

“Oh I know! Remember that one cam show where it took me, like, almost an hour to reach minimum? If it weren’t for ‘dom.cheol’ then, I don’t think that one would’ve taken off at all!” You giggle at the memory, eyes momentarily flitting to Seungcheol who smiles back at you.

kitty_junjun: speaking of? No loverboy tonight?

therealchan99: oh yeah i didnt even notice he was gone 😌

chwenon: lmfao

“Ah, he said he wanted to take a break tonight so it’s just me! Hope that’s okay with you guys?” You pout at the camera, fingertips roaming your lingerie clad body as you read off a few more comments. “I’m so used to his hands all over my skin though… He gets me to cum so easily, y’know?”

You pick up a dildo sitting next to you on the bed; bringing the silicone toy to your lips as you moan. “This is the biggest toy I have and it’s not anywhere near the size of his cock...” Wrapping your lips around the tip, you start sucking on the toy, imagining it was Seungcheol’s cock instead when it fills your mouth.

Your eyes flutter shut when you start grinding against the bedsheets underneath you and Seungcheol feels his throat going dry at the way you take more and more of the toy into your mouth until you’re gagging on it. Tears spring to your eyes when you feel your throat constricting around the silicone and you repeat this action a few more times before you’re pulling the toy from your mouth and sputtering to catch your breath.

gentleman_josh95: god youre so fucking pretty choking on cock

alphagyu97 has donated $50

alphagyu97: fuck i know

Setting the toy down, you immediately work to get your lingerie off; tossing it to the side before spreading your legs for the camera. “Mmh, I’m already so wet thinking about this toy filling me up…” You tease yourself with the toy, dragging the tip through your folds and collecting the wetness on it as you mewl.

xcaliburDK: but is it gonna be enough for you?

hoshi_tiger_xx: probably not, we all know the toys arent as good as the real thing lolol

You let out a whimper as you circle your clit with the tip of the toy. “I know… But I really want something inside my pussy…”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his sweats at the way your words only sound sweeter to his ears now that the two of you had cleared the air. He bites his lip, palming himself through the material as he watches you from his place on the sofa.

alphagyu97: is ur tight lil cunt ready to take it?

therealchan99: why dont u use your pretty fingers to get yourself ready hmm?

You nod shakily, setting the toy down again before bringing your middle and index fingers to your lips to wet them properly before snaking them down your body. “Ah, my fingers aren’t as big either…” Mumbling, you pinch and tease your clit, moaning out loudly before dragging them down and sinking them into your soaked entrance.

“Fuh--fuck, mmh!” Regretfully, your fingers aren’t as thick or long as Seungcheol’s but you curl and scissor the digits inside of you to prep yourself for the toy.

The sound of your moans and cries mix in with the pinging on your laptop from donations and comments and for once, Seungcheol realizes how weird it is to be on the other side and not with you. Admittedly, he’d gotten quite used to being on cam with you that it seemed awkward to just be doing nothing on the other side of the room.

“Oh, ngh, I--I want the toy n-now…” Mewling, you pull your soaking fingers from inside of your pussy; bringing them to your lips to clean them off of your wetness before grabbing the toy again. You run the silicone through your folds as you get it covered in your slick before positioning it at your entrance and slowly sinking it in.

It was definitely smaller than Seungcheol and didn’t have the same girth, but you still whine and whimper when it fills you up to the base of the toy. “Ngh, feels g-good…”

universe_WZ: i just kno that toy is noy as satisfying as the real thing huh princess?

xcaliburDK: right? Her pretty lil pussy is probably so used to being stretched by a big cock 

You thrust the toy into your pussy, soft cries spilling from your lips as you try to imagine it’s Seungcheol instead. In all honesty, you would’ve wanted him to film with you but you respected his decision to stay on the sidelines for tonight.

“Ah, it--it’s not the s-same… I--I need h-help…” You whine; shaky fingertips still working the dildo in and out of your soaking pussy. 

“P-please, ah… the toy’s not, mmh, enough to make m-me feel good...”

In the time between you picking up the toy and you actually sliding into your wet cunt, Seungcheol internally argues with himself on what to do.

And it’s not until you start begging to the air for more that he mentally says ‘screw it’ and gets up from the sofa.

Your eyes are clamped shut as you try to chase the pleasure and soon you feel the bed dip; confused eyes peering back at Seungcheol who’s entire body, including his head, is in the camera’s shot. “W-wait, you---”

“Me, what? You asked for me, right?” He turns his head, eyes staring directly into the camera as he smirks.

“Hi. I’m her boyfriend. But I think the rest of you know that already, right?”

The comments go wild with Seungcheol’s sudden face reveal, even though you and him are already lost in each other as he grips the base of the dildo and starts pumping it inside of you, angling it as best as he can to graze against your g-spot.

xcaliburDK: i think i need to quit my job tomorrow

chwenon: ??? didnt u just start

angelhan: damn i knew this dude was gonna be hot as hell

kitty_junjun: whoa nice to see ur face

kitty_junjun: i take it u lovebirds made up

xcaliburDK: yea i did but i think ive embarrassed myself enough for one lifetime

xcaliburDK has donated $150

xcaliburDK: for my shame

Your entire body is aflame with Seungcheo’s confidence and you feel the pleasure building up even quicker now that he was here with you. “Ah, f-fuck…” Whining, you bite your lip to prevent yourself from calling out his name; something you were used to by now.

“What’s wrong, baby? Call my name. Let them know who makes you feel this fuckin’ good. Let them know who’s cock you always crave and who’s cock fills you up better than this toy ever fuckin’ could.”

“Fuck, S--Seungcheol!”

Your orgasm hits you out of left field; thighs clamping shut around his arm as he continues to fuck you with the dildo as you ride out your pleasure. He turns to face the camera yet again, winking at it cockily before he turns back to you. “That’s right, baby. Now I’m gonna eat your ‘lil cunt out and make you cum on my tongue while you let the entire world know who gets you this fuckin’ wet.”

He doesn’t give you a second to come down from your high before he’s nudging your thighs apart and sliding the dildo from inside of you. A shaky breath falls from your lips as he readjusts you on the bed; this time giving the camera a side view as you turn your head to face the camera.

The comments and donations continue to flood in, except now it seems like they’re going twice as fast.

xcaliburDK: kjdkjghsdkhg fuck

sleepy_wonu: well can i say at least hes not an old weirdo lol

sleepy_wonu: ❤️

chwenon: im like, pretty sure ive seen this dude come to the convenience store i work at

chwenon: bruh i met a celebrity and i didnt even know it

xcaliburDK: dont even get me started

Seungcheol pries your shaky legs apart before he eases himself down between them. “I want you to be as loud as fuckin’ possible. Understood?” He smiles at you warmly, but his words have a certain edge to them that has you nodding profusely.

“O--okay…”

He wastes no time; skilled tongue flicking at your swollen clit as you jolt and immediately tangle your hands into his hair. “Oh, god, Seungcheol I’m--I’m, ah, sensitive…” He smirks against your skin, noting the way you already start to grind against his tongue despite your words.

Resting your thighs against his shoulders, it allows him to eat you out easier as he flattens his tongue and drags it from your soaking entrance to your clit; alternating the pressure as you whine and whimper above him.

When he notices you trying to keep your noises in, he pulls away slightly, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue before speaking.

“I thought I told you I wanted to hear you, baby? Don’t get shy on me now.” He smirks, watching as the goosebumps rise on your skin. “In fact, why don’t you tell your lovely viewers how good I make you feel, hmm? Or tell them about the time you made me finger you in the restroom at work ‘cause your ‘lil cunt couldn’t wait.”

xcaliburDK: THE RESTROOM? At woRK?

artist8hao: ah one of the originals huh

gentleman_josh95 has donated $75

gentleman_josh95: for backstory

tangerine_kwan has donated $75

tangerine_kwan: seconded!

You bite your lip when you catch the comments, shy eyes flitting from the screen to Seungcheol who resumes eating you out. Your thighs tremble and threaten to snap shut around his head; body already on the edge of another orgasm. 

“I--S--Seungcheol was at, ah, w-work… and I--I couldn’t wait so--so I made him finger m-me in his work’s restroom…” You whimper, hangs tugging on Seungcheo’s hair harshly when his tongue dips into your entrance. “Fuck, I--I couldn’t stop thinking about, ngh, his--his fingers afterwards e-either… They fit my p-pussy so well…”

A garbled moan floats through the air when Seungcheol’s lips envelope your clit, sucking it into his mouth as your cry out his name.

Your back bows off of the bed, fingertips locked tight into his hair. “Fuck, Seungcheol, please… please…” You grind against him, toes curling against his back when your sensitive body gives into the pleasure and your orgasm washes over you a second time.

Cries of his name are all you can manage when your body goes rigid; head fuzzy when he starts to dip his tongue into your pussy again. He smiles against you, calmly continuing to eat you out as your orgasm continues to wash over you.

kitty_junjun: is it just me or is it nicer to hear her actually calling someones name

artist8hao: honestly i was just thinking that too

artist8hao: its more organic idk  

alphagyu97: ~organic~ ok nerd lol

chwenon has donated $50

therealchan99 has donated $50

When the  overstimulation starts to bite, your soft cries of Seungcheol’s name turn into hurried, jumbled noises and only parts of his name as you squirm and tug on his hair.

“Ah, ‘Cheol it’s, ngh, too--too m-much…!” He drags his tongue against your clit a few more times, relishing in the way you still grind against him. “I c-can’t cum again…” You cry, teeth chattering when he gently laps at your folds and collects your wetness on his tongue.

Seungcheol repeats this a few more times; letting you tug and pull at his hair as he licks you clean.

“Ngh, Seungcheol…”

He finally pulls away, using a hand to pry your fingers from his hair as he smiles at your tired body. “Cute.” Mumbling, he eases your shaky legs from his shoulders before he sits up; lips covered in your wetness as he grins at the camera.

Seungcheol picks out a few comments as he chuckles under his breath; already wondering what work was going to be like on Monday when he had to meet Seokmin. 

universe_WZ: u look like a dude that could fuck someone up 

kitty_junjun: he probably would too

chwenon: come thru the convenience store bro, I'll hook u up 

xcaliburDK: should I quit? be honest

Your tired groans bring his attention back to you; eyes trained on the way your tired eyes threaten to snap shut. 

“Okay, I think I need to go take care of my girlfriend now. It was nice meeting you all, finally.” Seungcheol grins, taking care of your stream before thanking your viewers and ending the stream. 

He turns to you, a genuine and caring smile on his face when your hazy eyes look up at him. 

“Ready for a shower?”

“Ugh, carry me, boyfriend~”

[jiminwreckedme]

Unfamiliar. (m)

Yoongi doesn’t feel so unfamiliar anymore, now that you feel things you haven’t before.

Genre - Smut, little angst if you peek, fuckbuddy Au (not so pwp, the characters have a bit of a backstory?) Word Count - 12K Pairing - (Bartender!) Yoongi x (Doctor!) Reader Warnings -  bit of PDA (touching, making out), dirty talk of sorts, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (Remember folks, No glove, no love), rough sex (maybe slight choking? and restriction too) Music - High for this, Pillowtalk

You don’t know, what’s in store, but you know what you’re here for.

“What can I get you?”

You blink at him with absolute disbelief etched across your face.

“Are you serious?”

“I’m serious.”

What a killjoy.  

“Fine.” You give in and lean, resting your elbows on the cold granite stone of the counter. “Surprise me.”

Close your eyes, lay yourself beside me

He stares at you intently for a moment, a very brief moment before he replies.

“Do you have any preferences? What kind of alcohol do you usually get?”

He knows the answer to that.

“Hard liquor.”

Hold tight for this ride. We don’t need no protection

“How do you feel about gin?” He points at a bottle on the shelf behind him. “We have a fine bottle of Copper & Kings, the History of lovers.”

You look at it and cross your arms, eyebrows arched up. Really?

“Or scotch maybe? Lagavulin, 16 years old, has a bit of a savory taste if that’s what you like?”

He knows the answer to that as well.

You don’t reply, looking at him pointedly but he waits, ever so ignorantly for you to use your words.

Come alone, We don’t need attention.

You give up and roll your eyes before answering him. “Remy martin.”

“Sure, how would you like it? Neat, on the rocks, straight up?-”

“Now you’ve got to be kidding me-”

“This isn’t a place to joke around Y/n,” His voice is threateningly low, yet you hear it above all that music. “You are in my workplace.”

Open your hand, take a glass. Don’t be scared, I’m right here.

“If you don’t want me to fix you a drink, I have other customers to handle, excuse me.”

Before you can even answer the question he walks away, grabbing the jigger, artfully spinning it with his fingers.

You stare at him shamelessly, oblivious to everything else, mouth going dry. Of course he was hot, Oh Min Yoongi was hot, but there was something about him standing behind that counter that was unbelievably attractive.

Even though you don’t roll. Trust me girl, you’ll wanna be high for this.

Maybe it was because he was dressed in that spotless see-through white shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, all those veins stark against his skin every time he gripped something. Maybe because he had ditched his signature style of those blonde fringes falling into his eyes and had them pushed back, out of his face. Maybe because he was doing his job, hands working fast as though they had a brain of their own, fixing all those drinks with incredible artistic skill. Or maybe because you hadn’t been laid in about three weeks now.

For whatever reason, you were tempted to just pull him by the collar over the counter and kiss the fuck out of him.

But he walks past about 4 times without looking at you even once.

You know because you sit arms crossed, your eyes following his every action. He knows you’re looking at him. You know he knows. Because almost 15 minutes later, he brings two bottles, setting them on the work space right before you, a little less gently than you would have expected, speaking to you in the same tone as earlier, but with a hint of annoyance.  

“What do you want?”

“Would it kill you to talk to me normally for a minute Yoongi? Like I’m not a customer but someone who you-”

“Watch your mouth,” He shuts you up knowing very well what you were going to say next. “This is not just any place Y/n, I work here. You can’t just turn up here like this.”  

“You come to my workplace all the time.”

“You work at a hospital, it’s not the same.”

“How is it not the same?”

Yoongi gives up and he returns his momentary undivided attention towards you back to the drinks in his hands.

“Because people go to your workplace to get treated, like I do.” Your eyes are fixed on the way his hands move. So artistic. “People come to my workplace to drink, and you’ve come here to-”

You look up, meeting his eyes to find him already looking at you.  

“-to fuck.”

No I did not.

What, it was okay for him to say that? Although the music was louder now than before, and with no one within an earshot of you, there’s no way anyone but you could have heard him.

“You know, it’s not like I’d say no if you came to the hospital for sex.” You mutter stupidly under your breath. Please tell me you didn’t hear that.

“Not now Y/n,” Ok, he didn’t hear that. “I’m in the middle of work.”

And he walks away again, grabbing a bottle, fixing the pourer onto it.

You watch, as he slowly spills the drink over the back of a spoon into an already half full shot glass before setting it carefully on the counter. Spinning a lighter on his finger, he clicks it and lights the surface on fire, earning the many many squeals of what looked like a bachelorette party. Though he resumes working, wiping a few glasses, he is watching the supposed bride from he corner of his eye as she downs her shot within seconds amidst all the cheering and slams the glass down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, satisfied. The edges of his lips curl into a faint smile, the contentment evident on his face despite his attempts to not to make it obvious. He was proud of his work. When he looks away from them, he sees you again and simply sighs, walking away once more to the other side of the station.

It’s a whole ten minutes before he has work in the area you are sitting, ever so patiently. You take your chance to ask him.

“You didn’t mention when your working hours were going to end?”

“When the bar closes.” He begins to wipe the water near the ice bar and doesn’t even look up when he answers. “Two, two-thirty.”

“Fine, I’ll wait then.”

That’s what gets his attention, making him stop and meet your eye.

“It’s half past 11 Y/n.”

“I know.”

“That’s almost 3 hours.”

“I know.”

He raises an eyebrow. “For sex?”

With you. “For a conversation.”

Bending down, he grabs what looks like a bottle from below the counter and slams the mouth of it on the edge of the surface, knocking the cap off, before handing it to you. “Go home Y/n, It’s not worth it.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me.” You point at the beer bottle he’s put in front of you. “And this is not what I ordered.”

“You live far from here. Best not to get you too tipsy or drunk so you can go back safe.”

You look at him exasperated. “Yoongi-”

“What are you doing here in the first place?” He frowns at you. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“I had the shift off for working overtime last week.”

“And you’re here? Instead of staying at home?”

Valid and rhetoric question. You did love staying at home, he knew you enough to know that. Turning up at a bar on your day off was quite uncharacteristic of you. Days off meant more time curled up in your bed, more documentaries to watch and just get lazy. If you weren’t someone who took every opportunity to stay at home you would never even have met Yoongi.

He was your brother’s tutor.

In a family full of doctors and scientists, your 16 year old brother was the only person insistent on becoming a fashion designer. You had assumed his passion was limited to collecting and maintaining a few catalogues and sketching designs for his blog. It was only when he was almost half way through his high school that he revealed his sincerity towards it. He was so determined, he even managed to contact some designer in Korea to intern under after he was done studying. But that meant he had to learn at least basic Korean and that’s how Yoongi came into picture. Your parents thought finding a Korean tutor in Amsterdam would be nearly impossible and frankly so did you. Until a few days later, when you got the fright of your life.

You had gotten off work early and returned home with your then boyfriend, the both of you giggling and walking in, thinking you were all alone. As the two of you sat on the couch, impatiently making out, it was then that Yoongi walked in on both of you with a simple “Could you please keep it down?” And walked back into the house.

That was the first time you saw him.

About 6 months from that day, you were in your bed grabbing the sheets as he covered your mouth with one hand and made you come with his other.

It still boggled your mind, how you went from being embarrassed whenever you saw him to sleeping with him every time you had the chance to.

It started maybe 2 days after your asshole of a boyfriend dumped you.

You were moping around the house that day after refusing to attend the baby shower of some acquaintance with the rest of your family. It was just as you were about to crawl into bed and get comfy that the bell rang and you opened the door to find Yoongi standing there. Apparently your brother hadn’t informed him about his new plans and so Yoongi turned up for the lesson as per schedule.

That’s when things started spiraling out of hand.

When he told you he would just wait on the porch for his friend to pick him up, you shouldn’t have invited him into the house you were in all alone. When he came inside and sat on the couch, you shouldn’t have told him to find you if he needed anything (even though you said it for formality’s sake). When you knew he was in the house, just one floor below you, you shouldn’t have tried to get yourself off in your room.

If you hadn’t done any of that you wouldn’t have found yourself with your fingers deep inside you, back arching off the bed when Min Yoongi knocked on your door and opened it before you could even tell him not to.

At that moment time went very strangely. It was as though he was standing at the door frame for unbelievably long, giving you all the time in the world to pull out your fingers, shut your legs close, sit up and then think of a hundred different things to say without even saying one word.

And then time sped up all of a sudden, because you have no idea how, you didn’t remember at all, but somehow Yoongi was by your bed leaning over you, planting his hand into the mattress right beside your head (Weren’t you sitting? When did you even lie down?) and then his fingers slipped into you.

That feeling of his fingers replacing yours? It was so unfamiliar but so good. They were so much longer, shaking much less, the pace so consistent - the sensation was wild. With a few thrusts he had managed to figure out how and where exactly to curl his fingers to draw that long moan out of you. And as you got louder, he got faster, not stopping for anything. Not even when he heard the car pull up in your driveway. Not even when he heard the front door opening. Not even when he clearly heard the voices of your family.

When you tried to warn him, instead of pulling them out, he covered your mouth with his hand and whispered, curling his fingers just the way you needed him to. “Shh, be a good girl and come for me Y/n.”

And you did, almost instantly, giving yourself just enough time to (1), ride the high on his fingers before (2), he pulled them out and calmly hid himself, standing against the wall right by the door while (3), you pulled the sheets over your half bare body - all just in time, before your father opened the door of your room to check up on you.

After you assured him you were fine, he left, closing the door behind him, slowly revealing Yoongi who stood there calmly, simply watching you propped up on your elbows looking at him as he slipped both his fingers into his mouth, sucking your arousal clean off his fingers before he left, a smirk dancing on his face. And as you fell back into your bed staring at the ceiling in absolutely disbelief, you heard him making his way down the stairs, updating your family on everything right up to the part where he stood by your bedroom door.

And that’s how your first orgasm with Yoongi happened.

And though you knew it was not right to let a man you barely knew do that to you again, a part of you knew that was definitely not your last orgasm with him.

The next time you saw him, about two days later, he was absolutely normal, behaving with you like he always did, like all that did not even happen. Even when you found him alone for a minute in the dining room and told him you had to talk to him, all he said was “Not now, I’m in the middle of work.” Almost an hour later, he approached you while you were strolling outside, in the backyard, surfing through your phone. When you saw him out there, your first reaction for some reason was to panic and try to hide him away from the eyes of anyone who might see you together. Yoongi was clearly confused the whole time, especially when you climbed the dog kernel right under your bedroom window, and sneaked into your own room in broad daylight, ( similar to your teenage days when you came back home late at night). But he calmly just followed you.

When you found him in your room alone once again, that was when you finally spoke to him.

“We haven’t spoken about….that incident.”

“What about it?”

“You- I mean I- that was a one time thing Yoongi, you understand?”

“This is what you wanted to talk about?”

“Yes.”

“Are you done?”

“Y-Yes?”

“So I can go now?”

You look at him surprised. “Do you have nothing to say?”

“No. If you don’t want this, then there’s nothing left to say.”

“If I wanted more then?”

“Then I’d say, I thought so.”

“W-what?”

“I have never had one time encounters Y/n, I don’t do them and never will.”

“Why is that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Of course, it was. The way you felt when you got off his fingers? Who wouldn’t want to ride that high again? Women probably crawled back to him all the time, and he probably couldn’t have one time encounters even if he wanted to.

“I don’t like to.” He shrugs very simply. “I like to work on the basis of…..you can call it an agreement.”

“What kind of agreement?”

“Just two rules.”

Rules?

“First, while this is going on, I won’t sleep with anyone else and you shouldn’t either.” He gives a pause letting you take in that information before he continues. “Second, If either of us should want to end it, for whatever reason, then we tell the other person and we’re done. No justifications, no explanations needed. When one person says no, it ends, as simple as that.”

You stared at him, not knowing what to say.

“I am only going to proceed if you are okay with that Y/n. All you have to do is ask.” He takes a step closer to you. “Ask me and I’ll give it to you.”

At that moment you really didn’t think it through when you said yes. You just wanted him. And that day after you made sure you locked the door this time, Min Yoongi made you come with his tongue not once but twice.

It had been going on since that day.

Though quite frankly, you didn’t know what to call yourselves. This was exclusive after all and a sort of commitment as well but nowhere even close to a relationship. He wasn’t exactly a booty call either. You couldn’t just text or call him every time you were horny, Yoongi wasn’t a man who entertained those kinds of requests. Sex, hence only happened in certain conditions and that was whenever came to your house.

So Min Yoongi who used to come to your house every weekend to tutor your brother began staying for an extra hour to ‘tutor’ you as well. When you told your parents you wanted to learn Korean, it was a miracle they didn’t question it. Maybe because Yoongi didn’t charge extra for teaching you (“I’m not going to charge to fuck you Y/n, that’s not how this works.”) or maybe because your extremely social parents were barely at home during the weekends and didn’t really care much about what their adult daughter did. Much like your brother who spent most of his time holed up in the basement working on his own thing. That left you and Yoongi all alone in your room for an hour twice a week. Yes, sex with him was technically pre-scheduled. So he was far from a booty call.

Could you call yourselves fuck buddies then? Initially you didn’t know if you could, you both were not even close to what you would consider ‘buddies’ - you barely spoke. Every time you and Yoongi found yourselves together, you only ever had sex. You could barely remember an incident or two when you didn’t actually fuck upon finding yourselves alone. Once when he saw a scar on your body and asked you what it was. You remember telling him, showing him the other scars too, telling the stories behind each of them and he did the same when you asked him. You didn’t remember sleeping with him that day. Or on that day when Yoongi turned up in animated pizza printed underwear and you couldn’t stop laughing. That day you didn’t have sex either. Instead you showed him all your printed underwear as a peace offering.

But that was about it. There were no other instances as far as you could remember. But if you really did have to give the relationship between you two a name, you preferred to call yourselves fuck buddies. You don’t know what Yoongi thought of that, you always just referred to it as ‘the agreement’.

And the agreement was going like it was for the last one year - just fine, till about three weeks ago, when your brother told Yoongi he didn’t need to be tutored anymore.

You were wondering what that meant for you and Yoongi. Because if he wasn’t going to come home for your brother anymore, it made no sense coming home for just you. You had no idea how you were going to continue this arrangement of yours now and only hoped that Yoongi had some alternative in mind. You tried calling him about it but he didn’t pick up. You dropped him a bunch of texts but he didn’t reply to any. Was he busy? Was he ignoring you? You didn’t know.

Your last ray of hope was that weekend. Your parents and brother had planned to go to Korea for a week to attend the new collection launch of the designer your brother was in contact with. You could have gone too, expect you had to go to work. That’s what you told yourself but deep down you knew that meeting Yoongi was also a part of your agenda. For all you knew, that weekend could have been your last time with him. So you sent him a message that you were all alone at home this weekend and just sat with your fingers crossed, hoping he would turn up.

He didn’t show up on Saturday.

And didn’t show up on Sunday either.

Another week passed by like that and then another. With you calling him only to reach voicemail, with you sending him texts only to be replied with silence. It was starting to reach the point where you actually began worrying about whether he was even okay or not because, was it really normal to ignore someone for so long? And you didn’t even know how to meet him at least to make sure he was at least alright. You had no idea where he lived, where else he worked, what other jobs he did, nothing. You knew nothing about him.

Except that he was some sort of expert when it came to alcohol. You were surprised when you came across some of his papers on which he had scribbled, in the messiest handwriting possible, some recipes for cocktails. Back then you didn’t think about why he had such stuff written down, rather you were more fascinated by all those interesting concoctions and so you excitedly asked him about each of them while he calmly answered them. (Oh. That was another day you didn’t have sex with him.)

That night though, you had thought about it, why he might’ve known so much. It was one thing to have an opinion on different kinds of alcohol but to know things such as what kind of ice and what kind of strainer to use? That was definitely not general knowledge, he undoubtedly was a professional of some sort. You had made a mental note to ask him the next time you saw him but you couldn’t. Not when his dick was thrusted deep inside you, his mouth hot on your neck.

A few days ago, when you took a closer look at his profile picture as you sat for the hundredth time wondering why he wasn’t getting back to you, in the background you saw the neon letters spelling out the name of a bar (Truck You) you had only heard about quite often. Putting two and two together, you began wondering if Min Yoongi might actually be a bartender of some sorts and if that was his workplace. There was only one way to find out and that was to personally go there and see for yourself but you were swarmed with night shifts at the hospital and heading to a bar was out of question.

Till today, when you finally got a day off because your friend offered to take your shift to repay a favor last week. And the moment you got free your first thought drifted towards looking out for Yoongi. Even though you knew it could be pointless - he might go there often or he might even have just been there once - and there was no guarantee you’d find him there today, this was your shot in the dark. You had one chance to try and one place you could do so at. So you took it.

And it paid off because the minute you walked in, your eyes fell on Yoongi behind the counter. At that moment there was just a wave of mixed emotions. You were happy he was fine, you were proud of yourself for finding him, you were mad that he was absolutely okay and just ignored you for three weeks, you were so turned on seeing him dressed like that - so many things at once. But you squashed all those feelings in and just sat on the bar stool waiting for him to react when he spots you. It had been so long since you saw him, you had to first make sure this was not a dream. And when he finally did see you a few minutes later, his eyes widened for barely a second (so this was real) before he resumed looking completely indifferent.

And he still looked so unbothered as he worked that cocktail shaker effortlessly. It was as though you didn’t even exist and you couldn’t do anything about it. All that could be done now was wait.

And you do, boredly squirming, tapping your finger on the surface, occasionally sipping on the beer which had gone pretty flat, looking at him whip up all those drinks for what seemed excruciatingly long. You did that till you heard a voice.

“The bar is about to close.”

Your eyes fly open and find a man dressed much like Yoongi, standing right before you with a name tag that read ‘Hoseok.’ When did you even fall asleep and for how long? Your first instinct is to look for Yoongi.

He wasn’t there.

“Where’s Yoongi?”

“It’s my turn to clean up today so I guess he’s done for the day?”

“He left?”

“I didn’t see him leave the bar though. He might still be changing?”

“Where?”

Hoseok scratches the back of his head. “I’m not sure you can go there though, it’s for staff only.”

You sigh, really tired of everything. “Please.”

Hoseok looks at you with what seemed like pity in his eyes. “Are you Y/n?”

“H-How do you know?”

“There.” He points, but you don’t look. “The room next to the back door.”

“But how do you know my-”

“He’s leaving.”

You turn to see Yoongi far across the crowd on the dance floor, stepping out of the room in his usual simple tee and ripped jeans outfit. Hurriedly thanking Hoseok you rushed through the crowd “sorry, sorry.” till you finally reached the blonde man and grab him by the wrist to his absolute surprise and drag him away from the music out of the back door.

When you step out, the first thing that hits you is the smell of the trash from all the trash cans nearby, but you don’t care.

You let go of Yoongi and cross your arms but he beats you to the conversation.

“I was going to come talk to you.”

You cut it, straight to the point. “Why did not talk to me all these days?”

“Y/n,” He sighs, “I’ve just been busy.”

“How busy do you have to be to not find the time to type two words?” You unlock the phone in your hand and hold up your chat over the days, forcing him to see it.  

You : Yoongi, are you okay? You : Please say something, I’m getting scared. You : Just say you’re okay and I can be at peace. You : Where are you Yoongi? You : Why are you doing this? You : Please, please just tell me once that you’re fine.

“I’m fine.” You put your phone down sighing. “That’s all you had to say to all this, that you’re fine. Do you know how worried I was?”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? It’s been 3 weeks and I haven’t heard a word from you, I was scared something happened-”

“To our agreement?”

What? That’s what he thought you were worried about? Sex? Yeah of course, for a day, maybe two but after that you had been worried for his life. Wasn’t it basic humanity to? To worry and care for people you were associated with? Would he have not felt the same if he was in your place? Or were you the one thinking about this more than you needed to?

“Yes.” You lie. “You said our agreement would end only if we tell each other we wanted it to end. Ghosting me for three weeks was not mentioned-”

“I don’t want it to end.” He says it instantly and so earnestly. “That’s why I didn’t say anything.”

He didn’t want to end things?

Deep down, this was your biggest fear, something you didn’t even admit to yourself. Being worried for Yoongi’s general well-being helped suppress every other reason for panic but with him standing in front of you and knowing that he was okay, there was only one thing left to be scared of. That he wanted to end things. That if Yoongi said he didn’t want this agreement anymore you’d have to stop seeing each other. You didn’t want to stop.

“So you…..you don’t want to end things.”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“You don’t want to end things, you won’t reply to me, you won’t sleep with me and I can’t sleep with anyone else either, do you know how frustr-”

“Do you want to sleep with anyone else?”

His question throws you off. Out of all the things you had listed that’s what he catches? If he wasn’t ignoring you because he was planning on ending the agreement then….Is it because that’s what’s bothering him?

“Wait Yoongi, this isn’t one of those ‘I’m catching feelings for you’ kind of situations right?”

He blinks for a bit and then lets out a short laugh. “Are you mad?”

“Then….then what’s the problem?”

“I told you, I was busy.”

“With what Yoongi? What were you so busy with that you send me a message-”

“I lost my scholarship.” He confesses, taking you aback. “I have one term left to finish my degree in English Language. They cut my grants off because of some new rules and now I have to pay full tuition payment for a term and……I don’t think I can afford it.”

“Oh.” You stutter, completely thrown off by the information. “I-I’m so sorry Yoongi, I didn’t know that.”

“You don’t know anything.”

That was unfair.

“How would I?” You whisper softly. “It’s not like you told me-”

“I don’t need to Y/n.” He smiles sadly. “We don’t mean enough to each other to share so much.”

As much as those words were true they still made you feel strangely disappointed.

“Can….can I ask you what you’re going to do about it now?” You immediately add. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“I’m not eligible to get a decent loan with the earnings of a bartender. The only way to do this is…..to earn the money myself.” He reveals. “I’ve been trying to get a job over the last few weeks. I applied to couple of places and last week I got an offer, to teach Korean in this tuition center, over the weekends.”

“That’s great!” You smile, deeply relieved on the inside. “I’m so happy for you…How has it been working there?”

“I haven’t accepted their offer yet though.”

“What?” You’re washed over by a wave of shock. “Why not?”

“I’ve been considering dropping out instead,” He slips his hands into his pocket. “I want to follow my dream over what I think my dream should be.”

You know exactly what he means. It hits home. You always thought your dream was should be being a doctor, you grew up with the idea, you were brought up with the idea, you convinced yourself that it was your dream. But all those posters in your house stuck inside your cupboards, those stages, those costumes, those routines. That should have been your dream. Being a dancer should have been your dream.

“What is your dream?”

“To be my own boss.” He smiles. “Open my own bar one day. Maybe a chain. Serve the best kind of alcohol in the whole city. Have crazy Friday nights with packed tables and happy people. That’s my dream.”

“Then why….”

“It’s not a small investment, something like that. Even if I work 7 days of the week, save almost every cent of what I earn, it will be years before I can make enough money to do something like that. I thought the more practical approach to life then was to just change the dream”

He sighs, chest rising then falling.

“But whenever I look at the tuition fee I have to pay to finish this degree? It doesn’t make any sense to me. If I really had to churn up so much money, I figured I might as well put it where it makes me happy instead.”

“So you mean you want to drop out and…then what?”

“Kick start my dream by writing a book.” A book? “More of guide to be honest, for bartenders, it’ll have tips and techniques, how to actually use equipment, recipes, things of that sort. You’d be surprised how many people out there call themselves professional without knowing basic things like what ice to use-”

“Ice that’s not cloudy.” You state confidently, catching Yoongi off guard and shrug. “You told me this once. Ice is to a bartender what fire is to a chef.”

So that’s what all those notes had been about.

“Yeah.” He looks impressed. “But that means I have to experiment a lot, invest too much time and money, I don’t think I can do that with two jobs and continuing a degree. I have to decide what to hold on to and what to let go.”

Did you choose to let go us?

“Is that….is this why you’ve been so- I mean, is this why you couldn’t reply to me?”

“I need to sort things in my life first Y/n, and our agreement…… I didn’t think I should prioritize it at this point.”

“Of course not.” You shake your head. “I’m the stupid one, I should’ve understood you had your own problems, I’m so sorry, I just….I was being an idiot, I guess I was just so used to you being a constant the last one year, it was strange cutting off everything all of a sudden. I probably” You let out a short stupid laugh, “Probably even missed you-”

“Probably?” He chuckles. “I for one, definitely missed you.”

“Yeah sure.” You mock him, trying to lighten the mood even more, now that he was smiling again. “You wouldn’t have been able to stand so far away if you really did-”

He takes two quick strides and the rest of you words are lost against his mouth as he kisses you, trapping you between his hands against the wall. There’s a mix of urgency and gentleness in the way he moves, as though he badly wanted this but also wanted to take his time. You didn’t take his word for it, but it almost seems like he really did miss you. You take his face in your hands, gaining control, easing your lips against his, savoring the moment, not wanting to rush it through. Yoongi groans softly, low in his throat pulling your hands down with his, pinning them above you, against the wall kissing your neck as he whispered. “It was so hard to resist the urge to do this the moment I saw you.”

Your breathing becomes more audible as you arch off the wall, baring more of your throat to him, spiraling, getting lost in the sensation, before you finally manage to find the voice to ask him to stop.

“I’m….I’m not going to have sex with you near the trash cans Yoongi.”

He pulls back, face so close to yours as he grinned. “It’s been three weeks, I thought you might be desperate enough to.” There he was.

“You give yourself too much credit.” You wriggle your hands making him loosen his grip. You wanted him so badly, it had really had been way too long but the smell of the trash? You couldn’t bear it. “I just can’t here, the smell kinda ruins the mood.”

“Yeah we should get out of here.” Yoongi let’s your hand go, taking a step back. Where to though? “Let me grab my things.”

You nod and walk into the bar as Yoongi holds the door open for you.

Maybe because it’s much later at night but the lights were dimmer and the crowd was much lesser and the music was a lot slower and a lot sexier than you remembered it. You can feel your body automatically swaying to the music, forgetting the world around you. You didn’t even notice when Yoongi stepped in behind you and walked into the changing rooms.

Climb on board, We’ll go slow and high tempo

Letting the music lead you, you walk in, to the edge of the dance floor and let  your body move the way it feels its right. It felt so good to dance again. You’re so lost in your own private bubble, it takes a while before you notice Yoongi standing in his leather jacket, backpack slung over one shoulder, just staring at you.  

You beckon him towards you with a smile and he complies but he doesn’t take your hand when you hold it out, shaking his head instead.

“I don’t dance.”

You laugh and reach for his wrists instead, pulling him closer, wrapping them around your waist.  

Light and dark. Hold me hard and mellow

“What a pity, women find a man who can dance attractive.”

“That’s a personal preference.”

“It’s a scientific fact.”

Yoongi chuckles. “As far as I remember, when you entered the club, you walked past all those ‘dancing men’ and sat right there for 3 hours” He points at the stool on the other side of the floor with a tilt of his head, that cocky look on his face. “What does that tell you?”

You shrug, continuing to play with the metal of the chain resting on his chest, as though you didn’t know the answer to that.

I’m seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure. Nobody but you, ‘body but me. ‘Body but us, bodies together.

“Those men may move their bodies however they like, but a woman likes a man who knows her body.” His voice is so fucking deep. “Like I know yours.”

“Do you now?” You run your finger along the line of his jaw. “It’s been so long since you’ve even touched me-”

“Doesn’t matter.” He presses himself onto you and you can feel it. How incredibly hard he’s gotten. “No one knows you like I do, I can promise you that.”

Your lips curl into a smile as you run your hand from his chest to all the way down there, rubbing him ever so slightly over the material of his jeans. “I could say the same”

I love to hold you close, tonight and always. I love to wake up next to you.

You want to see a warning flash in his eyes or some sort of reaction to your actions, but all he does is let out a breath. “It’s been three weeks, I didn’t think you would be in the state to tease.”

“I figured if you could leave me like that for so long, a few minutes shouldn’t hurt you-”

“3 hours.” Yoongi stares at you with an intensity you’ve never seen in his eyes before. “Ever since you walked into the bar and sat there.”

I love to hold you close, tonight and always. I love to wake up next to you.

“Nonsense.” You put your arms around his neck, laughing. He was being ridiculous after all. “You barely looked at me the whole time.”

“I didn’t need to. Not when all I could think of was having you bent over that counter with your panties around your ankles.”

So we’ll piss off the neighbors.

You almost gasp, eyes widening, feeling that throbbing sensation in your core. Yoongi never speaks like this outside your bedroom.

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

“About w-what?”

He turns you around, your back against his erection pressing into you, his lips on the skin of your shoulder making their way up. He’s holding you in place with just one arm across your waist, his other hand is drawing circles on the skin your extremely short dress was exposing.

In the place that feels the tears. The place to lose your fears.

“Your moans” He’s not even whispering, he’s making sure he’s heard. “The way you sound when I’m fucking you, when you say my name.”

“The way your hands run down my back and how it feels to be inside you, so tight,” Its like he knows you clenched your walls at that exact moment. “fuck so tight all time, its like I’ve not been there a hundred times already.”

Reckless behavior.

“Yoongi-”

“And how you smell, that scent of you drives me crazy,” His voice suddenly goes so low, you unwillingly feel yourself swallow nothing. “and I can smell it right now. Is that how wet you are already?” You still can’t move. “I’m sure I can easily slide in two fingers. Maybe even three? You’re a good girl, I know you can take it.”

A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw.

It’s so hard for words to leave you. “I-I know something better you can put inside me Min Yoongi.”

He chuckles, “I offered to earlier today, you said I give myself too much credit.”

“Did you really take my word for it?” You turn to him, pressing your hips into his.

He lets out a small laugh. “Have you always been this easy to please?” There was so much pride in his voice. But he deserved to feel that. You were practically a puddle in his hands. “I can’t remember”

“Fuck me and you will.” You can’t hear or think of anything else, your hands finding that tiny cold metal of his pants and they start to unzip it already, forcing Yoongi to hold your wrist and stop you.

“I’m not sure this is the right place for it-”

“I take it back, I don’t mind doing it near the backdoor, trash cans or not.”

Yoongi smirks at your desperation. “We’ve been waiting for 3 hours, I think we both deserve more than that.”

“Yoongi…..” You whine, desperate. “Where do you want to go then? My parents will be home now.”

“I know….” He trails off for a bit. “I know a place nearby we can go to, about 10 minutes away. Would that be okay with you?”

After all these months was Yoongi finally taking you to his house?

“10 minutes is all you get.”

“Perfect.” He steps back flashing his gummy smile, holding his hand out. “Let’s go.”

The moment he leads you into the darkness of his house and shuts the door behind you, you don’t waste time and press him up against it, hooking you fingers in his belt loops, slamming your lips onto his. And he responds by letting his backpack slip from his shoulder onto the floor before he takes your face in his hand, slipping his tongue into your mouth, eliciting that soft whimper from you. His hands don’t wait there, wandering down, caressing your neck before he pushes his jacket that you had borrowed during the bike ride here off your shoulders, making you quickly reach behind and drag the sleeves down your arms before crumpling it unbothered and throwing it, however far your arm could extend.

“Careful!” Yoongi abruptly pulls back, making you almost bite your own lip as he cautions you, pointing at the silhouette of a vase you nearly knocked down with the jacket. “I have no idea how expensive anything is here. We don’t want to fall into any kind of trouble.”

You freeze.

All that excitement, the awe, the thrill, everything in you extinguishes in a second, the moment you hear that statement.

“Yoongi. This-this isn’t your house?”

“I wish.” He chuckles, hand searching the wall for the switches and flipping them on upon finding them. “My house isn’t even a quarter the size of this.”

When your eyes adjust to the brightness and you are finally able to see something other than shadows, you’re awestruck because the place is, well, absolutely beautiful. The white and blue tones of the walls, the slightly antique looking furniture, all those books racked up in bookshelves and those paintings on the walls - none of it looked even close to what you would imagine his place to look like.

“Oh my god, this isn’t your house.”

Yoongi shakes his head as if it’s that simple.  

“A friend’s house?”

He shakes his head again.

“Do you even know who lives here?”

“For someone who was eager enough to do it by the trashcans you are having an awful lot of questions now.”

“Yoongi, just answer.”

He picks up his jacket and backpack from the floor and walks in casually to dump it on the couch.

“No, I don’t really know who lives here.”

You freeze. “Oh my god, what are we doing here?!”

He shrugs. “You said you couldn’t wait.”

“What?!” Your voice leaves you as angry whispers. “Yoongi, that doesn’t mean we trespass into someone’s private-”

“Relax Y/n. I have the keys.” He fishes them out from his back pocket, jiggling them at you before he throws them onto the couch as well. “ I have permission, this is far from illegal. My housing agent suggested this space.”

You slowly walk into the house, the fear subsiding with each step.

“The owner lives in Sydney, so I was free to come over and check it out whenever I wanted to. Though the agent did ask him to let him know when I do….” He grins. “Guess I just forgot. “

“I can’t believe you Yoongi.” You shake your head in disbelief, fighting back a smile. “So technically, we are breaking in?”

“Not technically-”

“Yoongi, you just brought me to some random persons house to have sex.”

“Should I be scared that you don’t sound disappointed saying that?”

“Hmm, I like it.” You smile slowly, walking up to him, a glint of mischief in your eyes “I’m so tired of us always having to do it in my bedroom, keeping it down, trying not to get caught. That had its own thrill but here,” Pressing your body against his you tiptoe, weaving your fingers into the back of his head, whispering in his ear. “Here you can make me scream.”

Yoongi lets out a short laugh, his hands finding the curves of your hips, walking you back till you feel the edge of the breakfast bar behind, and kissing you in a way that dragged out those desperate moans. When he pulls back letting you breath and whispering, “Trust me, I’m dying to.”, you look at him chest heaving, biting your lip that was already missing his mouth. His eyes are darken with a mix of desire and something you couldn’t quite tell as he began littering kisses along your collarbone and you attempt to pull your hair into a ponytail, the way he likes it, thank god for the hair tie on your wrist. His hands grip your thighs as he stands between them and his mouth feels so good but you want so much more.

“Are you just going to kiss me all night?” Your voice shakes as he makes a trail up your neck.“I can think of better places you can put your mouth.”

“Such impatience.” He chuckles, sliding the straps of your dress off your shoulders and down your arms, his long fingers brushing them excruciatingly slowly. Of course, Min Yoongi’s recipe for mind blowing sex - foreplay, teasing, edging. But you were not in the mood for any of that today.

“You ditched me for 3 weeks,” You work faster than him, almost swatting his hands aside and pulling the dress down to bunch up at your waist, “I think I’ve been patient enough.” You unhook the clasp of your bra, and slide it off, discarding it somewhere on the floor, unbothered. Yoongi’s expression darkens as your fingers find the zip of his jeans, and unzip it without hesitation.

“Come on Yoongi, how much more do you want me to ask?”

He smirks but complies nevertheless, dragging his hands under your dress and up your thigh, pushing the material of your panties aside, running his finger between your folds.

“You’re so wet, fuck.” There is something about the way his voice goes so low and deep when he’s aroused that makes you clench your walls harder. “I could slip in there so easily, fill you up so good. Would you like that?”

Fuck yes Min Yoongi. That’s what you want to say. But you can’t. Not when he doesn’t even wait before he slides two fingers inside you, and all you can do is let out a soft moan, your body instantly reacting to the familiar feeling of his long digits thrusted inside you. But before you can fully savor that sensation, he pulls them out completely, much to your disappointment.

“Lift your hips for me.”

And you obey pulling away from the edge of the counter letting him tug that tight dress down your legs, throwing it somewhere. He pulls out the bar stool from behind you, guiding you to sit on it.

“Turn.”

You frown, not understanding as he swiftly spins the apparently rotatable stool half a round, pressing himself against your back. As you open your mouth to complain about not being about to see him, his hand slides from behind, over your waist, down there and this time, when he plunges his fingers into your heat again, “Oh fuck yes.” the feeling is wild.

His hand finds your breast as you feel yourself arch off against him, whimpers spilling from you mouth. He doesn’t let you grind against his hand, and picks up the pace instead knowing that’s what you want, as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, months of experience telling him just how deep you liked it and just how fast. His hand switches between your breasts, mouth hot on your neck as you tip your head back, quickening the pleasure building up inside, your breaths getting louder, shorter. It’s been so long since you’ve even been touched, with him pumping his digits into you like that, it doesn’t take long for you to edge.

“Fuck, I’m going to come, Yoongi, stop.” You weakly attempt to hold his wrist but of course you are not successful, not when you feel him run his tongue up your neck. “Fuck, I want you inside me when I come, please, just stop-”

“Cute.” He lightly sinks his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder, whispering against it. “What makes you think you’re only going to come once tonight?”

You bite back a moan, stuttering “Fuck, yes, yes, yes, right there”, incoherently and it takes just the slight pressure of his thumb on your clit and you fall apart instantly, breathing heavily.

When he feels you finish riding your high and relax around his fingers, he slowly pulls them out, and you turn to face him, finally gaining the ability to address his cockiness. “Make me come more than once today? Don’t you have a lot of confidence Min Yoongi?”

“I think I’m allowed to have it.” He sucks on his fingers, smirking proudly around them. “Delicious.”

Fuck.

The effect he had on you. Every time. Every time he managed to make such a panting mess of you all while remaining so calm, so composed and today, fully clothed moreover, with just his zip down. You look at the bulge in his pants, and you can tell he is not at his most comfortable, yet he waited for you to make the move.

You grab the edge of his shirt and pull it up, over his head, dropping it the moment he’s free of it, and run your hands against the pale skin of his torso as he watches you patiently. Oh but today you had the upper hand. You were satisfied by his fingers already while here he was, an erection still in his boxers. If you wanted you could give him a taste of his lesson, tease the life out of him, but there was something you were holding onto all these days, something you wanted to tell him for quite a few weeks now.

“Do you have a condom?”

He nods, reaching for his back pocket to take out his tattered wallet as you palm him over the material of his boxers before sliding your hand in to and griping his erection, drawing a very soft but audible groan from his throat.

“You’re going to have to take my cock out if you want to use this sweetheart,” He holds the foil pointedly.

“Or not.” You mutter unsure as you take the foil from him and put it on the surface next to you. “We don’t really have to use it you know.”

What did that expression mean?

When Yoongi doesn’t reply to that, you don’t know what to do but continue.

“I’ve uh,” Why you are so hesitant? “I’ve started taking the pill.” You bite your lower lip, muttering. “So if you are okay with it…..we can do this without protection.”

It’s a while before Yoongi stops just blinking at you and replies. “You’re saying,” He looks away momentarily, letting out a struggled breath. “You’re saying it’s ok if I fuck you raw-”

“I’m saying I want you to.” You look him straight in the eye, dead serious. “Fuck me raw.” Then quickly add, “If you want to, that is.”

Yoongi actually takes a few steps back instead. “The first time we slept together, you said without a condom, it felt too intimate.”

“Oh,” You scoff. “That was my nice way of saying ‘god knows what nasties you are carrying’.”

You roll your eyes when he looks at you confused. “STDs Yoongi.”

“I was clean then, clean now. You knew that.”

“Only because you said so.” You point out. “But I have medical proof now because I might have looked up your test results on our hospital records…?” You trail off, voice softening a bit in embarrassment. You weren’t prepared to answer all these details, it was a simple yes or no question.

“Really?”

“Yeah well,” You shrug. “I’m a resident, I have access to all kinds of records-”

“No, about this.” He straightens out, standing upright. “You really want to? You-you’re serious about….this.”

“Oh.” You nod. “Yeah, I mean, I am clean but I don’t have any evidence right now-”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

You swallow on nothing, surprised by his trust in you.

“Uh and unless you’ve slept with someone the last few weeks-”

He scoffs, “You think?”

With just two strides, he’s right before you once more, kissing you with a ferocity that was new to you but you kissed him back just as intensely, biting, running your tongue over his lips, over where they meet, just inside of them, tracing their outline with the tip of your tongue. You slide your hand into his boxer, gripping his erection, attempting to free it, and he helps you, pulling both his boxers and his pants halfway down his thighs.

“Take them off.” You whisper and he obeys taking a step back and swiftly pulling off the last of his clothes as you push aside your drenched panties and stick your fingers inside you, feeling all that wetness, gathering it. Yoongi’s eyes follow your digits as you pull them out, your arousal slick between your fingers and he looks up to your mouth, as though he expected you to slip them in there. Instead, you gesture him to come closer with them and when he does you wrap your hand around his erection, the wetness of your fingers letting you stroke it with a little ease as you feel his breath get heavier.

“Can’t wait to put this in my mouth.” You coo into his ear, attempting to slide off the stool but he pins you by your thighs, not letting you move.

“Not tonight.” Yoongi refusing a blow job? He groans as you run your thumb over his tip. “I want to fuck you right now-”

“Then fuck me.”

Holding you in place with his hands under your knees, he wastes no time - no teasing your slit with his tip, not even pushing himself in you slowly to allow you to adjust his thickness, not even bothering to fully remove your panties, he just pushes them aside and he thrusts himself in with one swift move and fuck, the feeling of his bare cock in you is so foreign but unbelievably gratifying. You can feel it inside you, down to the last detail, your walls clenching, aching for some movement. But Yoongi just wraps your legs around his waist and buries his face in the crook of your neck, hands digging into your thighs, surely bruising them.

“Yoongi, move.” You moan into his ear, entwining your arms around his neck. “Please.”

And he does, picking up the pace, giving it to you so hard, your nails find themselves raking his back. He kisses you along your shoulder, not letting you hear the soft grunts he couldn’t help but let out. You though, wince every time he thrusts into you, body sore from your fixed position.

“It hurts.” When he doesn’t stop, you slide your fingers into his hair, and tug his head back, letting him see you and realize you were hurting. You sense how it takes every bit of his energy to halt and mutter. “I’ve been sitting for far too long.”

“Bedroom?” He asks, almost short of breath. When you shake your head he swiftly pulls you down from the bar stool, giving you  immediate relief.

“Are you okay?” You nod but he doesn’t seem convinced. “We can find a bedroom-”

He goes speechless the moment you turn around, gripping the edges of the counter and slightly bend over. You just wanted a change in position, you weren’t really thinking about the effect it might have on him.

Not when all I could think of was having you bent over that counter with your panties around your ankles.

“Is this what you imagined?” You try to peer over your shoulder.  “In the bar earlier today?”

He’s still silent. You can’t really see him well but you know he’s watching as you touch yourself, eager for him to shove himself back in there.  

“No.” He murmurs.

You feel his hands on the elastic of your underwear, pulling it down to where he said he pictured it, before he makes his way back up, kissing and biting softly along the inside of your thigh, dropping one last kiss on the skin of your lower waist before he confesses in your ear in a low voice,

“This is so much better, you have no idea.”

Your proud smile falters the moment he digs his fingers into your hips definitely making bruises, and rams himself inside you, making your head dip down in pleasure as you bite back a moan.

“Don’t hold back.” He speedens his movements in and out, the new angle letting him snap his hips against yours faster and deeper. “I want to hear you.”

So you let him. Parting your lips you let him hear what he does to you, moaning his name and it drives him crazy because you feel him getting more aggressive, not hesitating at all. His hand wanders up, pressing into your skin wherever it could, grabbing your breast almost painfully before reaching your wrist, tapping it.

“Let go.” He growls, and the moment you obey he harshly pushes you forward, right up against the counter, till every bit of the skin of your upper body is against the cold surface, giving him the ability to pound into you harder almost as though he had no intentions of holding back.

“Shit,” You try to raise yourself but he leans over and pins you with his hand on the nape of your neck, restricting you against the surface, your cheek still against the coldness. “Fuck,” You moan shamelessly. “I forgot how good you fucked me Yoongi.”

No cocky response to that? It’s like he doesn’t care anymore, nothing but an occasional grunt or two leaving him unwittingly, his breath the most audible thing from him. You wish you could see him fucking you like this. Sex with Yoongi never was gentle love making but it also wasn’t this sort of rough fucking. You hated to admit how much you liked it. Even more so when he takes both your hands and holds them firmly against your lower back with his single hand, and starts to lose his rhythm, thrusts getting sloppy.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” You feel his lips on your shoulder, trying not to sink his teeth into your skin. “Where do you want me to?”

Like you could respond to that with your mouth so dry and you were approaching your high too.

“Fucking hell Y/n, you need to tell me, shit I’m so close-”

“Inside, inside.” You whimper, breathlessly. “Come inside me Yoongi.”

And before you even finish your sentence he groans, shooting his load with a few thrusts, the warmth filling you up as you clench around him, desperate to hold on to the sensation of him inside you to tip over the edge once more.

“Stop. I’m going to get hard again if you do that.”

You sense him move back, slowly sliding out of you as you feel his cum leaking down, threatening to dribble down your thighs. Turning around you look at him, eyes savoring the sight of completely fucked out Yoongi before you as you get down on your knees slowly, taking his cum covered cock in your mouth, sucking him clean, that alluring taste of him making you want more and more. Yoongi lifts your chin with a finger under it, pulling you back as he looks down at you.

“If I get hard again, I can’t promise I won’t break you. So don’t try, Y/n.”

Fuck.

Normally you wouldn’t have laughed at that, but being deprived of your orgasm makes you gutsy.

You chuckle, standing up, licking your lips. “Speaking of promises, someone said I’ll be coming more than once tonight.”

His eyebrows furrow as the realization hits him and honestly, it surprised you just as much as it surprised him. Min Yoongi just fucked you with the most minimal foreplay, absolutely no teasing, and the man who had always made it his mission to make you orgasm first was standing here with his cum all up inside you before you had the chance to. It clearly hurts his ego because you can see the determination in his eyes to change things.

Pushing you back onto the stool, he gets on his knees instead and you gasp, seeing his head between your legs like that. Yoongi, who is so repelled by the idea of tasting himself that he wouldn’t even kiss you after you blow him was here, latching his mouth around your cum filled cunt, delving his tongue inside you. You are already so sensitive from his cock inside you earlier and it doesn’t help that he looks so hot buried between your legs like that, meeting your eyes, you can feel that tightening sensation rise in you again. Desperate, you catch yourself almost grinding against his tongue till he finds the need to stop you, taking one of your legs over his shoulder making you reach for support from the counter behind.

“Fuck y-yes.” You whimper, his mouth sucking on your cunt so hard and he brings his hand up to your clit, rubbing on it hard and fast and it takes less than a minute for you reach your orgasm, vision fading to black as you rake your fingers through his hair softly. He runs his tongue along the folds on last time and your look down at as he drops a kiss on the inside of your thigh.

As he stands up you slowly adjust yourself, rolling your neck to relieve yourself, pulling the hair tie, freeing your hair. Yeah furniture sex is great, but your body was surely going to hurt like a bitch in a few hours.

Yoongi holds you gently by the elbow, planting a brief kiss on your lips. “Are you okay?”

“You should ask me this question tomorrow because that is when I’ll know.” You laugh.

“I will.” He nods, picking your clothes from the floor handing it to you. You take it, trying to avoid his concerned gaze.

“Uh, I should go pee.” You hold your clothes against your chest, suddenly embarrassed about how much you were exposing to him.  

“The washroom is probably down the hall.”

He moves to the side giving you way and you leave with a small thankful smile, hurrying with small steps, eyes searching around the house. When you push the bathroom door upon finding it, you are greeted by a full size mirror making you jump reflexively. “Ah fuck….”

You’re a mess.

You knew you were probably looking like one, but you didn’t know to what extent. You bite your lip looking at the purple marks stark against your shoulders and the inside of your thigh. Yoongi doesn’t usually mark you. Simply because you didn’t allow him to, at least not the neck. You told him that was off limits because you worked at a hospital and you obviously couldn’t go to work looking like that, it wasn’t appropriate. You did say though, that you didn’t mind anywhere else but he never seemed interested in that proposition because he never even tried to. But today looking at those marks, the pride in your chest does a happy backflip. Yoongi really lost control today.

When you clean yourself up and come out, you don’t know why you are surprised to see him still there. Maybe because every time after the both of you slept together, either he had to rush or you had to, there was never an opportunity to so much as even look at each other, forget saying something.

But here he was, with just his pants back on, shirt still lying discarded on the floor as he makes himself busy cleaning the surface of the table with a wet tissue, much like how he was clearing his station a few hours ago.

You sink into the couch nearby and watch him take his time, running here and there, scrubbing the surface clean, once with a wet tissue, then with a dry tissue, scrounging around febreze, spraying it around the place, sniffing it carefully in the air. You smile at his antics, shaking your head.

“Alright, clean here.” He grabs his shirt from the floor and pulls it over his head. “Oh yeah, sanitizer.” Your habits really did grow onto him. You did not know why and what kind of role you played in Yoongi’s life but the last 3 weeks taught you something. For some reason, you don’t know what exactly but Yoongi was important to you.

As he approaches the couch, hand reaching out for his backpack next to you, you hold him by the wrist, stopping him.

“Don’t do that to me again.” You stare at how beautiful his hand looks in yours, like its meant to be. “The last three weeks were……difficult.”

“You think 21 days of not fucking you were easy for me?”  He scoffs. “The regular 5 days itself are ridiculously hard.”

“Difficult because I was worried, not because I was horny.” You laugh as Yoongi sinks into the couch next to you, rolling his head over, giving you his gummy smile.

This was the reason.

That’s when you finally, finally realize.

You realize that you laughed after almost 3 weeks now. After days of being upset and angry and irritable, just one night with Min Yoongi and you were normal again.

You were laughing ever since things cleared between the both of you.

You were laughing ever since you realized he was okay.

You were laughing because he was laughing.

You were laughing because of Min Yoongi.

Oh.

Oh no.

“I’m sorry though, I really am.” He looks away because he’s ashamed and you are relieved he can’t see the conflict you are going through. “I thought I’ll figure it all out and then talk to you about it but….I should have said something.”

You gulp air in the silence, not paying attention to his sincere apology, your realization evoking hundreds of thoughts in you head, the most important one being-

“What happens to us now?” You whisper.

“What do you mean?”

“My brother doesn’t need tutoring anymore, we can’t exactly…” This was the part of the night you were dreading, the part that decides it all. “How will we keep this going?”

“We’ll figure it out.” Yoongi nods slowly. His words, calm down your racing heart. “If you don’t want it to end then…..”

“Of course I don’t.” You answer certainly.

“Then we’ll find a way, I’m sure we can.” He then slowly smiles smugly, as though he realized something. “Maybe I can get my agent to find us a new house like this every week.”

You raise your eyebrow, letting out a laugh once again but slowly nod your head. “So we are going to continue breaking into houses like this?”

“It could be our thing.” He grins.

Our.

“Or would you rather the hospital instead? Like you suggested?”

It takes you a moment but when you remember it, you laugh. “Oh god, you heard that.”

“Mhmm.” Yoongi nods, “It made me think about doing it in my workplace.”

Not when all I could think of was having you bent over that counter with your panties around your ankles.

“Someday, when I have a place of my own, maybe after closing hours.” He smirks and you immediately find yourself picturing it already.

“Speaking of the bar,” You remember that man as you turn toward Yoongi, sitting sideways. “There was a bartender there who knew my name.”

“Who knew your name?” Yoongi frowns before realizing, “Hoseok?”

“I think that’s what his name tag read?”

“Probably him, I can’t think of anyone else who knows.”

“You told him about us?” Your eyes widen.

“What? No,” He adds slowly. “He saw your name flashing on my phone screen a couple of times.”

“Oh.” The panic ebbs a little. “Oh so you saved my contact as Y/n?”

“Yeah.” He nods like it was obvious before squinting at you. “Why? What did you save mine as?”

The Agreement.

“MYG” You lie confidently.

Why did you lie? Because you thought is might hurt his feelings? Why did that matter? You know why.

“Though…..” He speaks, still thinking. “Would that be such a bad idea? Telling people about us?”

You nervously laugh. "W-Why did you think of that all of a sudden?”

Why Yoongi?

“You were quite terrified when you thought I told Hoseok about us.”

“No I mean…..” You swallow not knowing what to say. “You said so yourself, we don’t mean enough to each other to share so much.”

“That’s not what I meant-”

“What will we even tell people? What are we Yoongi?” You smile sadly. “We are just an agreement. Something that started with two rules and that will end with one sentence.”

Say I’m wrong Yoongi. Say we could be more.

“You’re right, We are just an agreement. ” He nods. “What would we even tell people?”

You : That I am falling for this man. Yoongi : That I’ve long fallen for this woman.

But both things were left unsaid, only a strange silence in the space between you two, sad smiles exchanged in the place of those feelings.

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A Palette of Emotions - Artist!Taehyung x Teacher!Reader - Chapter 9 - Startist

Synopsis: Taehyung dreams of being a professional and famous artist one day, but finds that the sea of creativity can be lurking with blood hungry sharks, as well as bland, motionless starfish. Swimming through the sea of opportunities somehow washed him up onto the shore of Bright Star Preschool, as an art teacher. This wasn’t where he expected to be 4 years into his career, but anything to get his big break though, right?

Feat. BTS, TXT, ITZY, Jisoo (BlackPink), Taeyong (NCT)

Genre: Romance, Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Drama, School Setting, Working!AU

Length: approx. 5.8k words

Chapter 9 - Startist 

           “How did this day arrive so fast?”

            “Tae-.”

            “Didn’t I just start work the other day? How is it already the end of the month?!”

            “Tae-.”

            “I don’t even think I’m ready. Jimin, tell me we can reschedule.”

            “Yeah sure, let’s reschedule a planned art festival.” Jimin huffed. Taehyung continued to pace around his apartment, Jimin watching from the couch as he sipped a soda, his arm draped over the couch. They had just picked a collection of tangible paintings to bring with them tomorrow and had taken pictures of others that wouldn’t fit in their limited space. The pictures were stacked by the door so that Taehyung was sure he wouldn’t forget them. However, even though that was done and he could relax, Taehyung continued to move his feet. It was as if the term ‘relax’ was no longer in his dictionary. “Okay, you’re making me tired watching your pace,” Jimin said as he pulled Taehyung down beside him on the couch. Taehyung’s neck left his head to roll back on the couch and he groaned. “The festival isn’t until tomorrow.”

            “I know but I can’t believe it arrived so fast.”

            “Well, you’ve been busy preparing and working. Time flies when you’re having fun, isn’t that the saying?” Jimin grinned. Taehyung pouted, looking at his friend. “Don’t worry! It’ll be fine. Besides, you went to Oh Min-Jae’s art show and that was ten times more intimidating, wasn’t it?”

            “…Guess so.” He said softly.

            “Besides, as much as I live to carry the weight of your career on my back, you’ll have more support tomorrow than you did then. Your coworkers are coming.” Taehyung nodded. “Plus, I told my boss and he said he was going to bring his son Kai, so you have him in your corner too!” Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

            “That clumsy businessman?” Taehyung asked curiously. “Oh great, just as I need, someone punching a hole in my paintings.” Jimin laughed a bit. “But fine, fine, whatever.”

            “You should get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.” Taehyung snorted.

            “Sleep.” Taehyung huffed, standing up from the couch, Jimin following behind. “That’s a funny one.” Jimin smiled, leading his friend to the bathroom so that they could get ready for bed. Jimin planned to spend the night, not only to assure that they had enough time to get everything to Ilsan but also to make sure that Taehyung woke up on time and didn’t sleep through the entire event. It had happened before, and Jimin swore it would never happen again if his life depended on it. Jimin watched as Taehyung wiped his face and hand quickly through his hair, leaning against the doorframe. “I hope tomorrow goes well.”

            “It will. I did a sacred dance of luck during my break at work, so expect to completely sell out of your paintings within the first hour.” Jimin said, making Taehyung snicker.

            “If I can just sell one or two, that’ll be great,” Taehyung said as he walked past his friend. Jimin watched as Taehyung headed towards the couch. “Well, goodnight.” Jimin raised an eyebrow.

            “Don’t tell me you plan to stay up,” Jimin said, walking towards him. Taehyung grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and shook his head.

            “No.” He said. Jimin blinked. “Jimin, as much as I love you, we haven’t shared a bed since we were kids. What if rumors start flying that I’m involved with my manager?” Jimin grinned a bit, shoving Taehyung off the couch, and laughing when he heard the thud hit the floor.

            “Go sleep in your bed, dumbass.” He said. Taehyung stood up, and Jimin grabbed the blanket, sitting on the couch as Taehyung went towards his room, the duo saying goodnight to one another for the final time before the apartment went dark. Taehyung crawled into bed, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. He hadn’t felt his anxiety since he had his job interview. Normally, art shows excited him, but after his absolute humiliation at the last art show, where his entire career was just obliterated in front of his eyes, Taehyung no longer knew what to expect. He wanted it to go well, but he was nervous. Would people continue to see his artwork as unprofessional, or ridiculous? Would people be interested? Would he finally have to admit defeat and give up on his dreams?

            “I shouldn’t think like that,” Taehyung whispered to himself as he tugged his blanket over his face. “I’m going to sell out tomorrow.” As Taehyung continued to manifest positive energy, he somehow managed to send himself to sleep, dreaming about tomorrow.

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            Taehyung and Jimin managed to arrive at the art festival with enough time to spare, more than enough even. Their spot was placed towards the back of the venue, and it wasn’t as big as the boys thought it would be, but that was okay! Music was blasting from speakers raised above the vendor stalls, people were selling food and drinks for famished visitors, and the air was filled with jovial artists ready to share their crafts with the world. The atmosphere alone made Taehyung’s heart pump with excitement, much like it did every time he took his first steps into an art show. Jimin and Taehyung hung up canvas’s wherever they could, hoisted others in front of and on top of the stall, and also made sure to put all of Taehyung’s contact information in an easy to read place. Once they were done, Jimin set his Bluetooth speaker up and began to play some music, a tactic they usually did to attract people when they were out in public, and the duo sat back. Taehyung looked around, watching as other people in their area began setting up their areas with their creations as well. Paintings, sculptures, mosaic works, even people who had weaved baskets into beautiful and intricate designs. There were so many amazing talents that attended the Ilsan Art Festival every year:

            Now Taehyung was one of them!

            “Jimin,” Taehyung said, making his friend look over. Taehyung had pulled out his phone, snapping pictures of the stall and all of the pictures inside. When the picture was pointed towards him, Jimin lifted his fingers into a peace sign and smiled. “Maybe if I make a post, more people will come,” Taehyung said. Jimin got up, walking towards Taehyung, and taking his phone.

            “Well then we need the startist himself in the picture, don’t we?” Jimin asked. Taehyung raised an eyebrow at the unknown word, and Jimin grinned. “Star and artist, I just made it up. Startist!” Taehyung laughed a bit as Jimin motioned him towards his stall, lifting his phone. “Ready? One, two, three-.”

            The duo continued to snap pictures for a few moments until the sound of voices began to be heard in the distance. The boys looked over and knew it was time. The festival had opened to the public, and people were starting to head in and look around. Taehyung took his phone back and hummed, smiling as he sat down in his chair. There was some time before people started to reach his stall, so he pulled up his photos and began checking for good ones to post on his Instagram. He selected photos of himself, the artwork, and the one of Jimin sitting with the peace sign up, and uploaded them. His finger tapped the screen idly for a few minutes, unsure of what to put as a caption. As he thought, he saw Jimin get up and walk across the path, to another young adult who was setting up his art and began complimenting his work. Taehyung watched as the duo converse, Jimin finding a balance between promoting Taehyung and complimenting the other boy. Taehyung looked down and chuckled to himself as he typed “Jimin called me a ‘startist’ today.” After adding a few emojis and tagging the festival, he set his phone down and rose from his seat.

            A good two hours had passed, but Taehyung could have been told it was 15 minutes and believed it. He had been talking not only to people passing by but other nearby artists in hope of sharing contact information. The more people he became friends with, the more people could help him promote his work, and vice versa. This kept him incredibly busy, and when he finally collapsed into his chair, he let out a shaky breath. Jimin passed him a water bottle from their mini cooler, and Taehyung opened it, practically emptying it of the contents in seconds. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was.

            “You’ve gotten a lot of people to come and see your work,” Jimin said. “That’s pretty good.” Taehyung nodded, smiling. “Guess my sacred dance of luck didn’t work though, you only sold one of the smaller works so far.” Taehyung shrugged.

            “That’s okay,” Taehyung said. He quickly scanned the area. “Honestly, I’m just waiting for one thing right now.” He said. Jimin nodded, leaning back in his seat. “I wonder when they’ll be here. I texted Hoseok-Hyung, but I haven’t heard anything yet.”

            “I’m sure they’ll be here,” Jimin assured. Taehyung nodded, taking another sip of his drink and closing his eyes. Now would be an okay time to rest, it seemed. He had been working hard and was already exhausted. Each time he had an event in the heat all day, he wondered how on earth he was always able to do it. Just as he was getting comfortable, he heard a high-pitched voice.

            “What on earth is a ‘startist’?” Taehyung looked over and grinned from ear to ear. Approaching at a quick pace was Hoseok, a familiar heart-shaped smile on his face. He, along with Seokjin and Yoongi, wore jeans and various tee-shirt designs. Hoseok approached Taehyung, the duo locking hands before giving a quick hug. “Sorry, we’re so late. Seokjin-Hyung took forever to get ready.” Taehyung had never heard President Kim be addressed as ‘Hyung’ before, and it stunned him for a moment. That is until Seokjin spoke.

            “Well, when the day comes that you learn how much time and effort it takes to be this beautiful, you’ll come to understand me, Hoseok,” Seokjin said, running a hand through his hair. Yoongi, who stood his hands in his pockets, rolled his eyes.

            “So, what do we have here, Picasso?” Taehyung looked over, walking towards his friend.

            “Well, all of the physical copies are some of my more recent stuff.” He then motioned the curious eyes towards the various photos pinned up on a makeshift clothesline on the front of the stall. “These are older ones that I like to show off whenever I go somewhere.” Yoongi nodded.

            “And yet all I get to see is handprint rainbows and using clay,” Yoongi said simply. Taehyung chuckled a bit, before looking around. His eyes fell on Hoseok.

            “Uhm, where’s-?”

            “Oh. She stopped to get herself something to drink and get a map.” Hoseok said. He leaned back, staring down the path they arrived from. “She should be here soon. Oh, there she is now! Right on time~.” Hoseok called out to you as Taehyung looked over to find you himself. The minute he saw you look up, his eyes widened. No longer was he staring at a pencil skirt and nice blouse hidden behind an apron full of school supplies, with a slicked-back ponytail or bun. Today he was staring at a set of space buns on top of the head, tied together with hanging yellow ribbon. He saw a white button-up blouse tucked into a light-yellow floral skirt. Your accessories all supported the yellow theme, from the complementary beige handbag to the matching pair of beige flats, to the yellow and orange necklace that dangled around your neck. This was a look that Taehyung had yet to see you in, and he had to admit, he had to do a double-take to make sure it was you. “Come here. Look at all of Taehyung’s awesome stuff.”

            “I’ve seen most of it on Instagram, you know.” You said, walking over. You saw Taehyung staring at you, and put a hand on your hip. “Hi.” Taehyung immediately shook his head and offered a smile.

            “Oh, uh hey.” He said. He immediately, took your hand, leading you past your coworkers. Hoseok blinked, turning to look at you pass by. “I wanted you to meet someone.” Jimin looked over from his phone when he saw Taehyung leading you in his direction. “This is my best friend, Jimin. He’s my manager.” You watched the handsome man stand up from his seat and turn to you, smiling as he stuck a hand out.

            “It’s so nice to finally meet you.” He said, taking your hands. “Taehyung has told me so much about you.” You chuckled a bit, your mind only beginning to imagine what Taehyung had shared about work. You nodded and introduced yourself to him as well, before Hoseok hopped behind you and pulled your hands back, replacing them with his own to say hello. You watched as the duo began to talk to one another, before turning to Taehyung, who had his hands in his pockets.

            “Have you had any luck?” you asked curiously. Taehyung shrugged.

            “I sold one thing and a few girls came to ask for my Instagram handle, so…maybe?” You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “I’m hoping to sell a few more things before the day is over.” You watched as your coworkers stepped back, also taking a moment to introduce themselves to Jimin, and examined the paintings on display. A few you recognized from Taehyung’s Instagram and were amazed to see them in person at this moment.

            “I think you’ll be okay.” You assured, looking at him. Taehyung chuckled a bit, watching as you walked closer to the paintings just as a young couple passed by who also stopped and stared. Taehyung quickly hurried over, introducing himself to the young couple and beginning a conversation. You turned and watched him for a moment as he motioned to some of his artwork, sharing conversations and the occasional laugh as they shared some idle chit chat.

            The day was progressing at an enjoyable pace. Taehyung took a moment to step away from his stall, Jimin offering to watch over things so Taehyung could take a well-deserved break with his coworkers. The group of 5 perused the rest of the art show, admiring all of the different vendors scattered around the enormous plot of land being used for the festival. You watched as Hoseok dragged Taehyung by the hand to a stall selling masks.

            “Look at how amazing these are. Mister, can we try some of them on?” Hoseok asked the man curiously. The man nodded, watching as Hoseok grabbed a few. Hoseok’s was red with a silly mustache, and Taehyung’s was white with wide, blue eyes and a tiny mouth. They were silly, and most likely for young children, not necessarily two grown men, but they didn’t care. “Taehyungie, try this one on.” Taehyung took it and put it over his face, while Hoseok did the same, the duo turning to face each other, the duo began laughing. “You look ridiculous!”

            “Says the one with the stupid mustache.” Taehyung laughed, pulling his mask off of his face. You crossed your arms, shaking your head in amusement at the two dorky children before you. Hoseok turned to you, grinning. “You need to take our picture!” He handed you his cellphone and pulled Taehyung close. You glanced at Yoongi, who was just standing with his hands in his pockets as he watched the hyperactive duo fool around, an amused smile on his face. Lifting the phone, you snapped a few pictures of the duo. Just before you put it away, however, Seokjin made sure to stick his head into the frame as well.

            “Don’t forget me! How can you forget Worldwide Handsome? I’ll never understand.” The boys began to laugh.

            “Get a mask then, Hyung,” Hoseok said.

            “What do you mean? He already has one.” Yoongi pointed out, motioning to Seokjin’s face. Seokjin let out a forced laugh at Yoongi’s playful insult, while Taehyung and Hoseok doubled over in stitches. You scanned the area, seeing that people passing by were staring at the scene before them.

            “Guys, am I taking the picture or not?” you asked curiously, holding the phone to their view. The three boys looked in your direction, before finally getting themselves into a picture-ready position. “Okay, ready?” You held up the camera, snapping a few more pictures of the trio. Once that was done, the boys returned the masks, thanked the man, and returned Hoseok’s phone to him. “You three are so childish.”

            “That’s why you hang out with us, isn’t it?” Hoseok asked, scanning through the pictures on his phone. He began to laugh, his face lighting up in absolute delight. “Hyung, you look ridiculous, oh man…” He said. Seokjin peered over Hoseok’s shoulder to see the one picture that was taken when Seokjin was mid-blink. “I’ll send these to you guys.” Taehyung nodded, sticking his hands into his pockets.

            “I need to get back to my stall. Jimin said he wanted to take a look around too.” He mentioned.

            “I’ll walk back with you.” You said, fixing one of the buns in your hair that was beginning to loosen up. “I saw a few vendors that way that I wanted to get a good look at.” Taehyung nodded. “Are you guys joining us?” You asked the other boys.

            “I’m going to get something to eat, I’m starving,” Hoseok said. Seokjin and Yoongi agreed, and the group of you parted ways down the dirt path. You and Taehyung walked silently down the path, passing by people who were looking at different art vendors. You scanned around, before glancing back at Taehyung, who was fixing his hair.

            “Have you ever considered doing stuff other than paintings?” You asked curiously. Taehyung looked over at you, and you motioned to a middle-aged woman selling what looked to be ceramic bowls she had created by hand. Taehyung shrugged.

            “I do a bit of pottery and stuff, but I’m mostly into painting.” He said simply. “None of my pottery looks good enough to sell though.” You smiled.

            “That’s probably untrue.” You said. Taehyung chuckled.

            “Well, unless people want to buy something that fell on the floor before I got to harden it in the oven, then yes, it is true.” Both of you laughed a bit. “But there’s something about using paint that’s always been calming for me, so I use it the most.” You nodded, being able to understand that, even just a bit. “I think you’d feel the same way if you stopped being so worried about things going wrong.”

            “I never said I was.” You said simply. The two of you approached Taehyung’s stall, your conversation stopped when the tiny voice ripped through the nearby vicinity.

            “TEACHER!?” You looked over to see Kai, wearing shorts and his favorite dinosaur shirt, charging towards you as fast as his little legs would carry him. Kneeling, you opened your arms and caught him quickly, scooping him up. “Hi!”

            “Well hello, Kai.” You said happily. “Are you here with your Daddy?” Kai nodded.

            “And Kook too,” Kai said, pointing to them. “Look.” Taehyung looked over to see Namjoon standing by his stall, staring in their direction as they yell from his son alerted his attention. Jimin was standing there as well, but there was one boy, most likely this kid named ‘Kook’, standing there that he had never seen before. Taehyung watched Namjoon run a hand through his hair and fix his glasses quickly as you both approached.

            “Kai. Don’t scream in public.” He said sternly. Kai pouted, nuzzling himself into your shoulder. Namjoon looked at you. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

            “I was invited to see Taehyung’s work.” You said simply. “And to be fair, you didn’t say anything on the phone about coming, either.”

            “Well, once Jimin told me he used his precious hours on the clock to promote his friend-.” Namjoon glanced at Jimin, who only offered an innocent smile. “I figured I would come and look too. Besides, Kai likes art.” You smiled, looking down at Kai who was now looking around at all the nearby vendors. Namjoon finally coughed in a balled-up fist. “Uhm, you look nice today.”

            “Oh, thank you.” You smiled happily. Taehyung rolled his eyes, walking past the two of you and towards Jimin, who was standing with the other younger boy. They looked over, and Taehyung could see the boy’s eyes light up.

            “You’re Kim Taehyung?” he asked curiously. Taehyung nodded. “Oh wow, so cool.” The boy looked back at the paintings sitting on the stall and grinned. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, I babysit Kai when Mr. Kim is busy.” Taehyung nodded as he listened to Jungkook continue to talk. “I found you on Instagram about like 6 months ago, you’re crazy talented.”  

            “Oh wow, thanks,” Taehyung said, feeling his cheeks turn a bit pink. “Glad you like my stuff, Jungkook.” Jungkook grinned.

            “Such a small world that you teach in Kai’s preschool, isn’t it?” Jungkook asked. Taehyung nodded in agreement, before turning to his friend.

            “Jimin, you can go walk around, I got the stall from here.” Jimin chuckled.

            “Alright, have fun. Call me if you need anything.” Jimin grabbed his wallet, stuffing it in his bag. Waving off Namjoon, he headed down one of the paths leading farther into the festival. Taehyung turned back to Jungkook, who was admiring his paintings.

            “I told Mr. Kim when I found out you were going to be here, so he let me come along. I wish I could paint like you.” Taehyung chuckled a bit. “How do you do it?”

            “Takes practice, I guess,” Taehyung admitted. “I’ve been painting since I was a kid, after all.” Jungkook nodded. Taehyung glanced over his shoulder to see that you had set Kai down, even though he was reluctant to be out of your arms. However, after Namjoon sent him away, he hurried over and latched onto Jungkook’s leg, grinning widely. Taehyung rested his elbows in front of him to lean against the stall and watched as the two of you spoke.

            “Hey, so Uhm, I wanted to apologize for Seokjin-Hyung’s comment about that date a while back,” Namjoon said to you. “You know how he can be a bit over eccentric. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

            “Is that the reason you didn’t mention a date these past few weeks?” you asked curiously. Namjoon nodded. “I appreciate that, but I’m so used to his antics that they don’t even phase me anymore.” Namjoon nodded. “Also, I know he won’t leave me alone until I finally make good on his word and allow you to take me out to dinner.” Namjoon chuckled a bit.

            “I won’t push you if you don’t want to go out with me.” He said.

            “It’s not that I don’t, it’s just…well, your son is my student and-.” Namjoon nodded.

            “I understand.” He said. “I just really like spending time with you. And knowing that Kai has a real love for you in school makes that even better. That’s why I’m always so adamant to go out with you.” You blushed a bit, smiling. You didn’t see it, but Taehyung rolled his eyes from where he was standing.

            “Well, I guess one more dinner wouldn’t kill anyone.” You said. “I just need to see when I’m free.” You saw Namjoon’s little almond-shaped dragon eyes sparkle slightly in excitement.

            “Absolutely. Whenever you’re free, I’ll make time.” He assured quickly. You nodded a bit, turning back to Kai and Jungkook, who you saw had moved across the path to admire a huge sculpture. Kai’s eyes were wide as he stared at it.

            “Daddy, daddy! Look!” He said. Namjoon walked over to his son, kneeling to his level and scooping him up and over his shoulders. “It’s so big.” As the father and son continued to admire the artwork, you approached Taehyung, who was still resting against the stall. He glanced at you.

            “I see you have a date now.” He said. You raised an eyebrow.

            “Why do you care?” you asked curiously.

            “I don’t,” Taehyung assured. You watched Taehyung purse his lips together, in a moment of thought. “…He’s not being forceful or anything, is he? You always seem like you don’t want to go out with him.” You frowned a bit, glaring at him. “What?”

            “If I didn’t want to go out with him, I wouldn’t.” You said simply. “Don’t involve yourself where you shouldn’t.” Taehyung shrugged, deciding to end the conversation there. As both of you stood there, watching Namjoon and Jungkook continue to occupy Kai, you glanced at Taehyung. He was watching them as well, silent after your comment. A slight awkward air covered Taehyung’s vendor stall, and you knew that you were not the only one who could sense it. A soft sigh escaped your lips, and you looked at Taehyung.

            “Uhm…hey.” You began. Taehyung glanced in your direction. The close distance between the two of you meant that for the first time, you could get a really good look at his face. He had dark eyes, and an almost mysterious aura around him when he wasn’t smiling. That matched with his fluffy hair was…well, you could always understand why he was so popular with girls on social media. You found yourself taking a step back, widening the space between you. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry for my behavior at work.”

            “…You did that already.” He said simply. You shook your head.

            “I said it to shut Seokjin up. But I’ve been thinking about it these past few weeks and I am sorry. I have my stuff to deal with and I shouldn’t take that out on you.” Taehyung chuckled a bit, watching as you fumbled with one of your fingernails. “Besides, the kids like you, so even if I didn’t really like you, it would be selfish of me to act this way.” You glanced back at his paintings and sighed. Just as you finished scanning them, you noticed a little hint of blue and yellow on a canvas in the back You leaned forward. “What’s that?” Taehyung looked over, lifting the canvas with the dolphin on it. As he lifted it, he saw your eyes sparkle a bit.

“It’s a dolphin,” Taehyung said. You nodded.

“I knew it.” You pointed out. Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “I saw that painting at some fancy art festival about a month ago.” Taehyung’s eyes widened. Immediately his mind went back to a beautiful woman he had bumped into upon exiting, and the tall, dark, and handsome man standing beside her asking if she was alright.

As Jungkook said, it truly was a small world.

 “I couldn’t recognize where I saw it from. I tried to look for any artist information but it was all taken down by then and they said the artist had left.”

He left my paintings up the entire time but he took down all my handles? What a scumbag. Taehyung thought to himself, though he had to make sure he kept his now boiling anger at bay as to not cause a scene. “…Oh. Yeah, this is mine.”

“That makes sense. That’s probably why Namjoon recognized you too.” You clapped your hands. “I can’t believe I didn’t put 2 and 2 together.” You laughed a bit. “I kept staring at the painting all night, I thought it was so cute.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung said, his mind currently spinning.

“I wanted to buy it, but I couldn’t afford it. You’re an incredible artist.” Taehyung blinked. “I know I’ve been giving you a really hard time about everything, but I do admire your talents, that’s why I follow you in the first place. So, just in case I haven’t told you that yet, it’s true.”

            “…Thank you.” He said softly. “That means a lot to me. I hope we can work together and get along in the future.” He said. You nodded. “You can start by that deep bow I’m waiting for.” He grinned his boxy grin, and you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, covering your mouth to stifle it. Taehyung chuckled as well.

            Almost immediately, Namjoon turned around to see what had caused you to laugh so loud. When he saw you talking to Taehyung, he pursed his lips, before walking over towards the both of you. Taehyung saw him from the corner of his eye and glanced up. As Namjoon approached, Taehyung stood straight, his hands in his pockets.

            “Can I help you?” Taehyung asked.

            “Nothing. I just wanted to see what she was raving about.” Namjoon glanced down at the picture of the dolphin. “Aaaah, that’s right, you did find that picture nice, didn’t you?” You nodded. “Want me to buy it for you?” Taehyung watched as Namjoon pulled out his wallet. “Maybe you can put it in your living room or something.”

            “What? Oh, you don’t have to do that.” You gasped. “Please, I don’t have any room for it, I just think it’s nice.”

            “Well if you think it’s nice, you should have it.” Taehyung watched as Namjoon pulled out his checkbook. “How much for it?” Taehyung glanced down at the painting and then back up to Namjoon. When he did, he could’ve sworn he saw a smug look behind those sharp eyes. Taehyung frowned.

            “I don’t know if I want to sell it anymore.” He admitted. You blinked, glancing at Namjoon as he set down the checkbook.

            “Name your price. I can afford it.”

            “I said I don’t know.”

            “Why? Didn’t you come here to sell your artwork?” Namjoon asked curiously. “It’s lovely to work, it should be shared with the world.” Taehyung glared at Namjoon, who was only offering a smile.

            “I don’t want to sell it to you if I’m being honest.” Namjoon pursed his lips, closing his checkbook.

            “…Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

            “No, I just don’t want to sell it to you. You’re buying it to make her like you more, not because you want it. How about you just leave her alone?”

            “Taehyung, stop-.” You gasped. Namjoon chuckled a bit.  

            “I’m buying it for her.”

            “My point still stands,” Taehyung said.

            “Hey, guys, come on now.” You began, trying to end this tension sooner rather than later. “It’s not that big of a deal, Namjoon. He can sell it to whoever he wants. I just think it’s cute.” Despite your words, Namjoon and Taehyung were staring at each other with enough fire in their eyes to burn down the entire festival if let loose. You sighed. “Okay, I’m not gonna stand around and watch this.” You said, walking away. Namjoon watched you head towards Jungkook and Kai, who were standing nearby, yet out of earshot. With you gone, Namjoon looked back at Taehyung, who had set the picture down.

            “Do you have a crush on her or something?” Namjoon asked curiously. Taehyung blinked, glancing back towards you for a second. You had scooped Kai up, glancing around at all of the art and creations as Kai pointed out things that he liked. Despite how nervous you had just been when leaving the conversation, having Kai in your arms made your eyes light up with glee.

            “Why would you care? Do you?” Taehyung asked.

            “…Is it that obvious?” Namjoon asked, his cheeks turning pink as he chuckled nervously. Taehyung once again had to roll his eyes. “I’m just asking so I know if how hard I need to fight for her.” Taehyung frowned.

            “You make her sound like a prize.”

            “That’s not my intention,” Namjoon assured. “I just care about her a lot, that’s all. And I like to see her happy.” Taehyung nodded.

            “I like it when she’s happy too. She’s nice when she’s not giving me a hard time.”

            “Then sell me the painting so she can have it and be happy.”

            “No.”

            “You’re very prideful.”

            “And you seem to think having a lot of money is the key to winning her over. She doesn’t seem like that kind of girl.” Namjoon sighed.

            “Okay, fine. Don’t sell it to me.” He said. Namjoon put his checkbook away, instead of pulling out his business card and tossing it onto the table. Taehyung picked it up. “If you change your mind, I would love a chance to look at your work again. You’re very talented.”

            “Thanks,” Taehyung said, lifting the business card. Namjoon turned on his heel and headed back over towards you, Kai, and Jungkook. He scooped Kai into his arms, though the boy was reluctant to leave you. Taehyung glanced down at his painting, resting against the back of the stall and out of view. As he did, regret started to wash over him.

            I shouldn’t have let my pride get the better of me, I could’ve sold this for a lot of money. He thought to himself. …No way. I don’t want to be a part of his money scheme to get her to like him. I’ll sell it to someone who will appreciate it, that’s the end of it! Taehyung sat back in his seat, running his hand through his hair and letting out a little groan. His mind also began racing it Namjoon’s question.

            Do you have a crush on her or something?

            No, I don’t have a crush on her. She spent the past month giving me such a hard time, why would I have a crush on her? Taehyung thought to himself. However, just as he was thinking that his mind was flashing back to images of you since he had met you. Images of your smiling face, your laugh, the glow that emanated from your eyes, and lit up the entire room every time you were with those students. Every time, even when he felt like he wanted to scream at you for how you treated him, he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell just at the sight of your stunning grin.

            As Taehyung’s mind continued to plague him, he heard Namjoon, Jungkook, and Kai walk away from the stall. He leaned his head back in his seat and took a nice long sip of water from the cooler of beverages that Jimin insisted that they bring. It sent a nice, cool wave throughout his body and helped quench his thirst. However, just as he was preparing to stand back up and get to work, he heard a deep, older voice that made his entire body heat up immediately, and his heart begins to pound deep within his chest.

            “My, my. Never thought I would see you again, Mr. Kim Taehyung.” 

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blindside [pt. 3]

truth or lie: you can’t keep a secret.

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pairing: jeongguk x reader

genres: angst, romance, simmering suspense 

summary: You’re studying at Korea University and working part-time at Mint, Min Yoongi’s assorted art shop. That much Jeongguk knows. What he doesn’t won’t kill him.

hint: two bts members are indirectly mentioned in this chapter…comment if you think you can guess who 👀

a/n: shoutout to worldwide lovely/spicy fic writer @crystaljins for reading my draft! (more a/n at the end)     

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Halfway to the barbecue place for her sendoff party, Jiwon had taken a detour, promising you it would be quick. “What are you looking for?” you asked, following her into a clothing boutique.

“This,” she answered, showing you her phone. On her screen was a red puff-sleeved blouse adorned with small flowers.

“That’s cute.“

“I’d hope so,” she replied, flipping through a row of shirts. “It’s for my sister. She’s been whining about how Seoul has a lot more style than Jeonju. I mean, what’s the difference? They look pretty much the same to me.”

“Actually, they’re not,” you pointed out, putting back a red blouse with polka dots. “This is HQ material, of the highest quality.”

“Ah. I’m hopeless when it comes to this stuff.” She moved on to the next rack. “I just told her to study hard.”

“But if you’re getting this, wouldn’t she just bug you to buy something again?”

“That’s why I didn’t tell her. It’s just that…” Her voice trailed off. You turned to see her on tiptoe, straining to reach the blouse that matched what she’d shown you. It was on a higher rack, and because she was short, she could only grasp the hem.

When you tried, you didn’t fare much better.

“Excuse me,” Jiwon called out, catching the attention of a tall employee. “Can you help–”

“How much is this?” A woman farther off cut in, holding out a viridian dress. She soon gathered she’d interrupted Jiwon and apologized. “I’m sorry. Go ahead.”

To Jiwon’s surprise, the employee went to the woman first.

“Wait,” she protested as he walked past. “I–”

“I’m sorry, miss,” he said, barely half as sincere as he should have been. “She called me first, but I’ll get to you right after.”

You both watched him help the woman, who you now noticed was dressed in Hermès, a Chanel bag dangling carelessly off her arm. She was pretty in a haunting way: deliberately thin, more bone than she was skin. It was obvious why the employee had gone over to help her instead of Jiwon, who - despite looking cute in your opinion - didn’t appear wealthy or waiflike.

“Can you believe it?” Your co-worker fumed. “I saw him look at me first, and he–”

She marched over to said employee, but before she could reach him, you caught sight of the shoes on display.

“Hold on,” you said, rushing to grab the tallest, sturdiest pair of heels you could find. When you returned, you placed them in front of her. “Try these.”

“What?”

You met her puzzled look with an arched brow. “Don’t you have a blouse to get?”

⌘

When you and Jiwon arrived at the restaurant, Taehyung held the door open. Min was already inside, waiting in line to claim a number for a table.

91, you read from the slip of paper he flashed upon returning. The last number called had been 80, so you excused yourself to go to the restroom. Jiwon followed suit, but she didn’t go into a stall as you did. Instead, she stood in front of the sinks, gathering her messy curls into a high ponytail.

“So are you seeing someone?” She asked, seemingly out of the blue.

“Where’s this coming from?”

“Well…we’ve known each other for a while, haven’t we? I just never really got to know you.“

Though it was true, she’d never expressed an interest in your life outside of work. Not that you minded – you were trying to keep a low profile, so you hadn’t opened up to her, either.

“I’m not,” you said, stepping out to wash your hands. “I don’t have the time.”

"Then who–”

“Who what?”

“Nevermind.”

Through the mirror, you sent her a long, pointed look until she gave in. "I bumped into a guy on my weekend shift. He said he was looking for you.”

“And you thought he was my boyfriend?”

“It was just a guess. He was wearing that same necklace you have, and I’ve never seen it on anyone else.”

You weren’t wearing yours at the moment, but you knew what she was talking about - the amethyst pendant you wore strung on a thin, silver chain. Its twin was an emerald cut into the silhouette of a dog, the zodiac animal claiming the year of your birth, so you could see why Jiwon had mistaken it for a couple necklace. In truth, it was your brother’s.

You hadn’t seen him in a while, and to be honest, you preferred to keep it that way. Yet as Jiwon described his wiry profile and ready smile, you knew that would no longer be the case.

“Did he say anything else?”

“Just if I could tell you to check your phone. Then he left.” Jiwon turned to you. “So is he a friend? It seems like you know him, and he knows you enough to visit.”

Shrugging, you said, “I knew him since we were kids.”

“And here I thought childhood friendships didn’t last. You guys must be close.”

You hummed. It was as much a yes as it was a no.

⌘

It was late when you returned to your apartment – your small, spartan place on the sixth floor of the complex. Climbing up so many stairs at once was a feat, but you didn’t feel accomplished. All you felt now was burnt out.

You unlocked the door to reveal your sofa, plush and orange, and immediately went to lie down. It was your favorite spot to rest after a long day, and you’d have stayed that way if you hadn’t seen the post-it on your fridge. check lease exp. date, you’d jotted in a hurry. It was sometime this month, but the exact day escaped you.

You got up and went to your room, crouching beside your bed so you could slide a box out from underneath. Inside it were your important files – the last place people would look for valuables was where they normally stashed things that weren’t.

You flipped through papers until you found what you were looking for: a letter, creased, bearing the logo of your residence on its corner.

Hastily, you scanned it for a date. 4/15/17. Not good. That meant you only had a few days to renew your contract or find another place, and with the way your apartment hunt was going, you doubted you’d find a new one soon.

Neither could you afford to pay your bills for the next year.

Not for the first time, you considered applying for other jobs. You’d have to find a way to work around your current ones at Mint and a high-end restaurant, but that wasn’t an issue. You’d done it before.

How long they could keep you afloat was a different matter.

At that moment, your phone buzzed. You pulled it out to see a light blinking purple, a color that belonged to only two of your apps: a fantasy game and a burner app.

You couldn’t remember the last time you played.

As it was, you opened the burner to a new message from Pink Panther. Just two images, to be exact. One was of gleaming red shoes; the other, their price tag.

You looked at the tag first, thinking he’d wanted to draw your attention to it, but the price was nothing special. Standard, considering the luxury brand. It wasn’t until you zoomed in that you noticed an unusually long string of numbers below the barcode.

0b1010111100101011110000000

You knew binary code when you saw it. Pink Panther had made sure of it, although he used it sparingly, and only in subtle hints.

This one translated to 22,960,000. In won, that would be exactly what you needed to cover your security deposit and rent for a year. How he knew was beyond you.

But you could care less. You were desperate, and you needed to respond before the timed message disappeared. And with it, the promise of keeping your home.

where can i get them? You texted back, a veiled reference to the money. As soon as you did, the images vanished.

Nothing. That was all you got in response.

You waited a while, then gave up, resigning yourself to your hapless future when an ellipsis appeared.

💬

Then finally: mirae, my face isn’t a secret. you’ll know where to find me.

...

a/n: hugs and thank you’s to everyone who showed this fic a ‘lil love and/or boosted it! hope you’ve had fun and i’m very sorry to any who were waiting - i had a lot to figure out and i’ll do my best to get the next one out as soon as i can 💜 

if you’re wondering where jk is, i really wanted to put him in this part but he’ll appear in the next chapter! thanks for reading and until then 🔍

[worldwide-winner]

Change (2)

summary: It’s only when he gets a girlfriend that you realize you have feelings for your roommate and best friend Jeon Jungkook. You tumble further into confusion as you realize you also have feelings for your other roommate and bff Park Jimin

Warnings: Drug mentions, drinking

After grocery shopping with the boys and getting crepes, the sun was already setting. Time had flown by and now you were peacefully scrolling on your phone from the comfort of your couch. Your peace was broken when your phone started vibrating aggressively, signaling the income of many texts.

You opened the group chat feeling more annoyed than you should.

Dance king: '____  ____'

Worldwide Handsum: '____ come to this party'

Tae: 'yeah, its lit'

Jimin walked up and looked over your shoulder. You sighed and typed up a quick response, "Sorry, don't feel like getting drunk and doing something I'll regret." Send.

Three dots popped up on the bottom of the screen.

Dance King: 'But ____, you don't have to drink.'

Tae: 'Yeaah wdym? Just come for the tunez and experience'

You rolled your eyes. They wouldn't stop bugging you until you gave in.

Worldwide Handsum: 'plus we need a ride. our last uber driver was rlly shady'

Tae: 'pls uwu'

You clicked your tongue and tapped away, "Why can't you just stay there?"

Tae: 'Gross, last time they spent the night I found Hobi naked on the table'

You chuckled, remembering when Tae called you, only to scream into the phone about how traumatized he was. "See u in 10. Bringing Chim w me." Jimin punched your shoulder lightly. "You didn't even ask!" you shrugged and smirked, "You would've come anyway."

It didn't take long to get ready. You changed into a lighter shirt and applied minimal makeup. Jimin was quick too, only changing into a comfier (but still fashionable) outfit and brushing out his hair. He drove since your car was in the shop. The house was massive and flashing lights poured out of the open windows.

You and Jimin walked side by side past the kids smoking on the porch and into the loud house. The music blared so loud that you could barely hear yourself think. You nudged Jimin, "Taehyung really outdid himself this time!" you shouted over the noise. He just nodded at you. "Speaking of Tae, where is he?" You shrugged. "Let's split. Text me when you find him." He smiles and nods, stepping out into another room.

You wander through a crowded hallway when you're roughly pulled into a dark closet. "What the heck?! Who is it?" you blink in the darkness and your eyes slowly adjust. "It's just me.." Taehyung's voice calms you. "Tae? What are you doing in a closet?! Is this a metaphor for something...?" you teased.

"What?! No! Listen I'm hiding from someone.  You slid down the wall to sit on the floor. "What happened?" He sits next to you. He's wearing a hideous cashmere turtle neck and jeans with gaping holes that leave his knees exposed. It would look horrendous on anyone else, but he manages to pull it off. "Well..." He brushes his pink hair out of his eyes. "You know the life of a party goer is preeeetty wild." You narrow your eyes at him as he continues. "There's the basic three things: Drugs, sex, and alcohol."

"Oh my god, you do drugs?!" He holds up a finger and glances away. "Well..." He bites his lip, pondering over his words. "Okay, so there's this guy that I usually go to. Not the best, but his prices aren't bad-" "Taehyung." You stop him, "You're crazy. You know that this is illegal, right?!" He throws a glare your way.

"You sound like my mom! Can I finish?" You press your lips into a thin line and grunt. "ANYWAYS... I was trying to throw him some hints. Y'know, just to say that his product quality is degrading a lil." You sighed. "What were these 'hints' then?" He coughs awkwardly and plays with his sleeves. "I stopped paying him." Your mouth drops. There is no doubt. Kim Taehyung is the biggest idiot you know.

You slap him upside his head and he yelps. "What the hel-" "YOU MORON! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" he frantically covers your mouth with both hands and hisses "He'll hear us!!!" You lick his palms and he releases you with a disgusted look on his face. "Listen, he's here right now, and he probably won't be happy when he sees me. He might even gun me down." His eyes widen and start watering and he clasps his hands together, holding them in front of his chest.  "I can't die, ____,  I'm too young, too gentle, too-"

"Okay Tae, what do you want from me?" He smiles slyly, "I just want you to get him out of here." You squint in disbelief. "If you want me to flash him then my answer is no." He raises his hands in defense, "Hey, I didn't even think of that! Good idea though." He smirks and continues, "I was just gonna have you say I'm not home and give him the money." You unfold your arms that you'd unknowingly crossed.

"Here's the money." He presses a white envelope into your palm and you tuck it in your shirt. "Alright. I'll come to get you when he's gone." He smiles and grabs your head to squish his cheek against yours. "Ew don't touch me." You giggle and push yourself up from the floor. "I'll be waiting!" He sings and you shake your head as you step out.

You have to squint as your senses are flooded with everything. The music pounds into your eardrums and the lights blind you. Someone grabs your arm and pulls you into their chest. You turn and see Jimin giving you a puzzled look. "Oh, hey," you say softly. "I thought you didn't drink?" It was more of a question than a statement. "I- What?" you gently shove him.

"What makes you think I've been drinking?" You ask and he chuckles, "You just look so out of it." You roll your eyes and huff, "Yeah, that's probably because I've been in a closet for the past 15 minutes." He gives you a questioning look. "Tae's in trouble with a drug dealer. I gotta go find the guy."

"Here, let me go with you! Sounds dangerous." He grabs your hand, enclosing it in his. "What does the guy look like?" You groan again. "Didn't ask. I'll text him." You pull out your phone and text Tae. Your phone beeps and you pull Jimin through the crowded house. "Over 45, glasses, and pug-faced. Likely to have a girl on each arm."

Not too long after, you finally find him and he's surprisingly nice. You apologized about 50 times for Tae's idiotic actions and promised that it would never happen again and even follow him to the front door to ensure his departure. You sigh as you stare out the window. Jimin throws his arm around you to pull you closer. "____ I-"

You jerk away and feign shock. "I forgot, we need to get Tae!" You rush to the closet, your face flushing. This is normal. Jimin is always touchy. You slept with him wrapped around you last night for pete's sake! So why did it seem like there was something more to his show of affection? You tore open the closet door.

Taehyung is quick to spring up. "Let's go party!" He pulls you to the kitchen. It's surprisingly empty besides the few boys from your small friend group. Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok. Even Min Yoongi was there. "Hey! Hoseok shouted. "I haven't seen you since...." He taps his chin in thought. "Hobi. I saw you yesterday." You mutter. "Ohhhhh yeah!"

They were wasted. Seokjin stumbled over to you and you gripped his waist to keep him from falling. "____" He slurred, "I officially signed the papers... Joonie too. I-" Hiccup. "We're your new dads." You laughed and shook your head. "Gee, thanks, dad." He ruffles your hair a little too roughly and leaves to pour another cup of an ominous looking liquid into his cup.

The atmosphere suddenly turns awkward and Taehyung is quick to break the tension. "Let's play a game! Bring the pitcher, we're moving this party to the basement." Hobi lets out a too loud whoop and the group follows Tae out of the kitchen. Somewhere along the journey Jimin joins in and when you turn to him he flashes you a confused look.

You ignore it and the group halts as you reach the basement door. Taehyung always keeps it locked even though there's nothing of value stored there. It's where he could be himself with his friends and not have to keep up the rich host act.

He stepped aside to let you file down the stairs and you kept a close watch on the others, making sure they didn't tumble down. Once you were there, you clicked on the lights and Taehyung cut in front of you to spread pillows out on the floor. Everyone sat on a pillow in a small circle and poured themself a cup from the pitcher. Tae, who sat across from you, handed you a cup. You were too lazy to fight him. One cup couldn't hurt.

He groaned as he stretched his arms up, "It's so nice to get away from all the noise. Being the life of the party can be sooooo exhausting." You roll your eyes. "Then why do it? Why host parties and get wasted all the time?"

He gazes into your eyes before turning them to the ceiling. "It makes me forget how sad and lonely I am, I guess..." He opens his mouth to speak again but Namjoon drunkenly interjects. "That's dark, dude..." "Didn't know you were so emo" Yoongi adds.

Taehyung scoffs and Jimin changes the subject. "Let's play a game or something!" Everyone agrees. You end up playing truth or dare and the game is surprisingly tame. All the truths are about who has a crush on you and it's hard to believe that you're with 20-year-old men. The dares are mild too. Just kisses and prank calls. Finally, you decide to wrap it up and the group heads back upstairs.

The party has mostly died down, just a few couples making out in various corners and a group of people dancing. Tae turns off the music and cups his hands around his mouth to shout, "PARTY'S OVER PEOPLE TIME TO GO HOME!" To which they groan and stumble out of the oversized house. Jimin grabs your shoulder, "Let's get these guys home."

You look at Tae whos now picking up shards of glass from a vase while grumbling. "You know what Jimin? I think I'll stay here and help clean up." You turn back to Jimin, "Besides, I didn't even realize Joon and Yoongi were here. We can't even all fit in the car." He frowns and nods. "Are you sure though? I can drive back... I don't mind." You smile and pinch his cheek assuringly. "Of course, Jiminie. Just be careful driving!" He smiles widely and leaves with the four drunken men.

"Why are you still here?" Taehyung squints at you, holding a trash bag. You shrug and smile, "I figured I could help clean up... It can't be fun to fix this all by yourself." You motion to the messy living room. He nods with a small smile and you both busy yourself with cleaning.

By the time you finish, it's 3:30 in the morning and you're exhausted. Tae leads you to his large bedroom and you both plop down on the king sized bed, staring at the ceiling. "You sure you don't want to change into some pajamas? I'm sure they'd fit you." He asks, not making a single move. You groan. His designer, silk pajama set would probably feel like heaven but honestly? "I'm too tired to move."

"Same." he mumbles. "How can you be so lonely?" You ask, bringing up the conversation you had in the basement. He rolls over to face you and you do the same. He hums, looking at the ceiling again. "I know it may sound cheesy but... I wonder if anyone will really love me." You snort and he looks back at you.  

"What are you saying? Everyone loves you." You sigh. He frowns.  "You really believe that? I thought you were smarter." You gasped, offended, but let him continue. "They love the guy who's open to trashing his house every weekend. I doubt half of them even know my last name..." He trails off and you reach out to grab his hand. "You know our lil squad is always here for you Tae. We all love you, we just express it differently. Someday you'll find the right person."

He smiles and ruffles your hair with his free hand before pulling the covers up and you both drift off.

[prettywordsyouleft]

The Sex Contract - Chapter 25 [Final]

Genre: friends to lovers au / friends with benefits / mature content / romance / angst

Characters: Shim Changmin x Kaia Ashton (OC)

A/N: Due to the overwhelming request I have followed your encouragement to bring back one of my older stories. This was back in a time where OCs were everything and writing one chapter in each main’s point of view was the trend. I hope that even though I have edited this drastically, that you can appreciate this story comes from my older style of writing. I definitely still read this often and find it enjoyable so I hope you will too.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 - FINAL

Thank you to everyone who has been reading along with this story. I’ve grown so much as a writer from this story, but I’m glad so many were still able to appreciate it along with me! It’s been a very cliche and dramatic journey, but a fun one all the same! Xxx

Chapter 25 – Changmin’s POV.

“No way!”

“Come on Changmin, it makes sense to!”

He shook his head, reaching out for the pen within Kaia’s hand and taking it from her. “No way are we doing this!”

“Why not? It worked in the past.” She pouted for a moment and then grinned, darting under his arm and racing over to her desk. Changmin chased after the British woman, trying to grab the new pen within her grasp.

“And how well did it work out for us huh?”

Kaia smiled. “Look at us now, we’re together, doesn’t that mean something?”

“It means we got lucky this time around.” Changmin eyed the pen and tried to get it again. “Besides for a while there we were both miserable because of the contract. Why on earth should we create another?”

“We were miserable because we both fell in love and didn’t confront the issue, not because of the contract itself,” Kaia corrected pointedly and dashed back to the pad of paper on the kitchen bench. Changmin followed her, resigning to her point momentarily.

“Fair call, but it caused a huge mess. I’m not going to sign another contract with you.”

“Not even in marriage?”

Changmin’s eyes nearly fell out of his head. “That’s a bit of a leap forward. We’ve been dating two months, not two years, Kai.”

“So in two years I should expect a proposal?” she teased and Changmin shook his head rapidly, her infectious laughter filling the room. “Teasing you is just too easy these days! And everyone calls you the witty, sarcastic one!”

“Guess I’ve met my match then,” Changmin stated, moving closer to the caramel haired woman and yanking the pad away. “Let’s allow our relationship to just travel its own course yeah?”

“You were the one so keen for a contract last time. Besides, I’m not just dating any guy but Shim Changmin of TVXQ. Give me back that pad!” She yanked it from his hand and began writing furiously, intriguing Changmin.

He leaned over her shoulder and gaped. “No spending time with female celebrities? How is that fair? It’s part of my job to be around them!”

“Should I remind you of Kaori Kimura or have you forgotten her?”

“Kaia, that was one incident and she and I have no connection anymore!”

“Fine, no accepting fake relationships for the purpose of career opportunities then!” she corrected the first stipulation on the paper and Changmin decided to add his own, smiling as he wrote it down. “I’m not allowed to hang out with male celebrities? I still have my part-time job at SME Min; surely I’m allowed to have interaction with them.”

Changmin shook his head. “Strictly teacher-student only.”

“Fine, but there are other men out there other than SM idols.” Changmin groaned at her confidence and took the word celebrity away from her clause. Kaia rolled her eyes.

They continued to add more and more ridiculous stipulations onto the piece of paper, all outdoing the previous one. Eventually, they were laughing too hard to continue, Kaia resting against him as she tried to settle her laughter. Changmin pulled her into his arms, lifting her up onto the bench so they were closer in height. She smiled, leaning down to capture his lips and Changmin savoured the taste of her, knowing he would never get sick of kissing his girlfriend. Even though it was early days into their actual official relationship, they already were too accustomed with each other to have issues that would make him think this was going to be a short term arrangement. He needed no contract to tell him to avoid the other female species in the world. As cheesy as he had become, the only woman that Changmin was interested in was already in his arms. Though he decided there was no harm in keeping Han Ye Seul as a fantasy interest.

Kaia moved away from him and turned back to the paper, ripping the top sheet off and then picked up the pen again. She began to intently write once more and for a few minutes, Changmin waited to see what she had put down. Handing it to him and hopping off the bench, Kaia waited for his response.

“To always be honest, to talk out our issues, to not get jealous of the people within our lives, to continue doing everything we did as friends, to enjoy the physical elements of our relationship, to always love each other and eventually get married and start a family.” Changmin looked up from the list at the expectant woman. He smiled. “Is this our new contract?”

Kaia nodded. “If you can handle it.”

Changmin placed the pad back on the bench and shook his head. “You forgot something.”

“I did?”

“Yup, but don’t worry I’ll add it on.” He then scribbled it down, stepping aside so Kaia could see.

“To tell the world we’re dating?” Kaia blinked a couple of times. “I thought we decided to keep it a secret for now, because of my new job at Vogue Magazine. People might see my position gained as a result of being with you.”

“That was won on your own hard merit working at Korea Star. Minah was right to get you writing under your real name, it opened the doors into real editorials for you.”

Kaia nodded weakly. “Do, do you really think we should do it?”

“Well, it’s not like I’ve ever proclaimed to my fans that I want them to love me forever.” Changmin grinned. “In fact, you’ve always pointed out to me that I need to treat my fans better, how better than telling them the truth?”

“You still don’t get what I mean by that!”

“Don’t you want to be like Abby?” Changmin asked, and Kaia’s eyes flashed in recognition. “She was dating Junsu for six months and now it’s out. Do you want to wait until then? That’s another four months of trying to schedule things in private places and not get caught in the same car. People have been following me more since Kaori too.”

“You bring up Junsu so easily,” she observed and Changmin smiled. “It is tempting to get it out in the open I guess. Your management will have a field day though.”

“Manager hyung will smooth it over, he has a thing for you, remember?”

“Speaking of SM, I need to get to the office for class.” Kaia stepped away but Changmin grabbed her wrist. “What?”

“We haven’t signed and dated it yet.”

Kaia laughed. “I thought you didn’t want another contract?”

“I like this one. It’ll be easy to keep to.”

“We thought the last one was too in the beginning.” Kaia laughed and signed it all the same. Changmin took the pen and scrawled his signature, chuckling as Kaia slapped his arm. “Not again Changmin! I told you last time to stop signing it like an autograph! Now we won’t have enough room for additional clauses!”

“I don’t plan on making any more,” Changmin told her and kissed her forehead. “Come on, I’ll take you into work.”

“You’re not wasting any time with the last stipulation,” she replied and they headed out to his car, driving to the SME building in comfortable silence. They continued together to the classroom, Changmin’s eyes darting towards a door on the opposite wall. A smile grew on his lips and he yanked Kaia back to it, pushing her inside before locking the door behind them.

“Really Min?”

Changmin pressed her up against the wall and kissed her briefly. “Maybe we could try and keep it on the low a little longer.”

“You like this room a little too much,” she mentioned, though her hands were already unbuttoning his shirt. Changmin grinned before kissing her again; feeling excitement in the room where everything had truly begun. If he had read all the signs back then, Changmin would have realised he was already falling in love with Kaia the first time they had sex in here. It was funny just how blind he had been to everything back then. With his newfound clarity on everything, Changmin was certain that whether they kept their relationship under wraps for much longer or not, this room would always be one of creating memories.

Strangely enough, Changmin was also anticipating meeting all the clauses of the new contract with Kaia. It held its own challenges, but he was certain keeping to it would be easier than other aspects in his life. He liked that he now had a different future ahead of him to share with the woman he wanted to protect.

He wasn’t just Shim Changmin, one half of TVXQ anymore. He was a man in love with the best type of woman - his best friend.

The End.

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Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Chapter:  01  02

“Can’t you just go and check? I haven’t even had my coffee yet!” Taehyung said as I held on tightly to his forearm, unwilling to let him slip away from me when my sweet, amazing partner had already been snatched from me by the cruel Mr. Kim. Genius or not, the chance I was willing to give Min Yoongi was already gnawing in my mind. Maybe I should’ve told Namjoon that Yoongi had implied I try to seduce him. Maybe that would change his mind but I doubted it.

“Why do you need coffee to check a studio listing?” I mumbled. “I don’t want to see Suran so early in the morning. She asked me for my number yesterday. I mean, what for? We’ll see each other every day anyway.” He said. I blinked in surprise.

Tae was right. Why would Suran need his number? The project was dead lined to an entire month and Tae had never ever missed a class. Yoongi hadn’t asked and I hadn’t even thought about anything other than getting rid of him. Again, the words ‘truce for now’ cause a pang in my chest.

“I’m too scared.” Tae whispered.

“Relax, Tae bear you’ll be fine.” I said.

“Easy for you to say; you’re working with Min Yoongi.” He mumbled.

I stopped in my tracks. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded.

Was there something that Taehyung knew about Yoongi? Why would Taehyung - sweet, awkward, smart and hard working Taehyung - know anything about rude, abrasive, harsh and mean Min Yoongi? I didn’t even know he was in our class. Yet, Mr. Kim had called him a genius and Taehyung knew about him? What had I missed?

Taehyung frowned at me through his glasses. “Well, you know; he is Min Yoongi; he’s had all of his mixes labeled at number one by Kim. He always beats us by some tone or nuance that Kim likes more. He doesn’t even have a partner. The guy he was working with changed majors to dance and Yoongi said he was ok alone. He must really be good.” Taehyung actually sounded gruff for the first time ever. “Some of his work plays in Dark Wild. Haven’t you heard any of the playlists Namjoon posts on the college website?” he looked at me like I had one eye.

“No…” I trailed off.

I suddenly felt like an idiot. Min Yoongi had his songs played in Dark Wild and I didn’t even know it. Was that why he was so arrogant? He felt like he had made it big already so he looked down on others? I never knew Mr. Kim ranked our mixes instead of just grading them. I felt uninformed.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I hissed.

“Hey, ow, I thought you already knew!” Taehyung winced when my fingers dug in harshly into his arm. “I just thought you didn’t care about the first place.” he said.

I frowned at him.

“Tae, but you care, you should’ve told me, we could’ve done something to get first rank.” I said.

“That’s never going to happen with Min here, which is basically ever. Its second place for us, Y/N.” he said. I pouted as we resumed our walk towards the bulletin boards. “We’ll work harder.” I promised.

“Don’t worry about it. At least, you’ll have your name up on the first rank.” He said wistfully. “Or…I will sabotage him so you get your spot. I only care about the first rank if you get it, Tae.” I said.

He shushed me, looking around. “You can’t say that stuff around. If something happens, it will come on you.” He said, his eyes wide, making me laugh at his innocence. “Ok, I won’t, you dork.” I nudged him to keep moving and finally we made it to the boards where we pushed past – Taehyung got dragged – students to the front.

“Oh god, where are we?” Taehyung asked.

“I got Studio Genius. You got Hope World.” I paused and looked at him with a grin. He mouthed at the list before giving me his boxed grin too. “We’re next to each other!” he cheered before looking about with a hint of blush on his cheeks. I laughed, pulling him away from the crowd.

“This is amazing. We can visit each other when we want to.” I said.

“What if Yoongi doesn’t like it?” he asked.

“Then Yoongi can suck your cock,” I said.

“Y/N, I’m older than you! God, have some respect. If not for him then me, besides I’m not gay.” He swatted at me and I rolled my eyes before checking the time.

“Ok, time for class.” I sighed. “Thank god, I’ll go get my coffee.”

“Careful not to melt in front of the barista,” I teased. “Brat,” he grumbled but I caught his grin as we parted ways.

“Where were you? I’ve been waiting for 15 minutes for you!” Yerin said when I arrived, panting in front of our desk. “Sorry, had to check a listing with Tae,” I told her, sliding into my place next to her.

“Un huh….Well, make sure to tell him that we all are going to a party today.” She said, picking her pen up.

I groaned.

“Yerin, we went to a party just the day before yesterday! I can’t physically party today.” I moaned. “I’m not taking no for an answer, Y/N. I will hogtie you if I have to.” She said. “Well, you’re going to have to because I can’t. I…want to spend some time with Sehun. He’s being extra sweet these days. I want to get what I can out of that as long as it lasts.” I said. She slowly turned to me and raised my eyebrows, making me groan again.

“You’re so disgusting. I didn’t mean it like that.” I said.

She chuckled. “It wouldn’t be so bad if you did though, I have stayed over at your place when he came over. I think I know how sweet he really is or rather, how sweet you are.” She smirked, looking down into her notebook and I let out a wail of anguish. “Please tell me you didn’t!” I said. “Oh honey, Ara and Doona might be too nice to tell you to shut it but if I was your roommate I would’ve punched a hole through your walls. Or at least left you guys to finish it, as one of your best friends, it would be unethical of me to cock block you.” She said.

I put my head down on my arms, feeling boiling blood rear up like stallions in my face, unable to look up into her face again. Sehun and I weren’t that loud, were we? We always tried to be considerate of the others, which is why he rarely came over unless it was just to sleep. I would go over to his apartment more.

I felt her nudge my arm again.

“You can hide all you want right now. I want you hot and dolled up for the party, I am going to come over to make sure you look sexy.” She hissed into my exposed ear.

“Please Yerin, you’re torturing me,” I whined.

“That’s in the job description, babe. Plus, all you have to do is sit still and let me wield a brush on your face.” She said. “Too bad, we can’t all look naturally hot like you.” I hissed back, looking up slightly to glare at her.

She shrugged in a ‘what can you do?’ manner and I put my head back again.

“I am not coming.” I said decisively.

There was a pause.

“We’ll see about that.” She said back sounding equally as decisive.

I rushed out of the class, trying to vanish before Yerin could catch me. My hasty retreat was spoiled, however, when I saw Sehun leaning in front of the hall, making me feet naturally gravitate towards him in confusion.

“Hey,” he said, looking up from his phone, the frown marring his face lightening slightly but not turning into a smile. My eyes darted from his face to the phone. “Sehun, is everything ok?” I asked.

He shrugged, finally giving me a small smile. “Sure, everything’s fine. It’s just that gig I told you about. Yeah, I have to put in extra hours for practice.” He waved the phone nonchalantly in the air before shoving it in his pocket. “How was class?” he asked, holding out his hand to me. “It was fine. I have to actually,” began when I heard the dreaded call.

“Sehun; are you up for a party tonight?”

I groaned, burying my face in his jacket. “Please say no,” I begged.

“Why, what’s wrong with going out tonight?” he asked quietly as he watched Yerin’s approach.

“I…” I trailed off as she finally reached us.

“Well,” Yerin stared at him expectantly.

“Sure, I’m fine. God knows I need to get out more.” He shrugged, looking down to see my expression.

“Perfect, we have that sorted then. Y/N, I’ll be at your at 6 sharp. We’ll all meet there at 8? I mean, it’s Friday. We can afford to stay out late.” She pointedly pouted at me.

“Don’t ‘puppy eye’ me, Yerin.” I warned. She stuck out her tongue at me before throwing Sehun a grateful grin. “Thanks for dragging this lump.” She said before turning on her heel and walking away.

“She’s something else, I swear. Come on, its Kim’s class.” I said, pulling Sehun along. “I told you to say no.” I said.

“I think it’s a good idea, Y/N. I haven’t gotten out in ages. I haven’t taken you out in ages. We could make this a date. Besides, I can ask around if the guys from my dance class want to come. You should meet them.” He said.

“You…want to take me on a date?” I teased, slowly running my fingers up his arm.

He paused, clearing his throat before grabbing my hand from his arm. “Is that wrong?” he asked, his voice a little stiff. “No, I like it, Sehun.” I eyed the way he removed my hand from his skin but didn’t say anything as we reached the class doors.

“A date would pick me up.” I said.

“A date would but we’re going with friends. The date will start once you show up at the club. Maybe then your date will save you a dance and a drink.” He grinned and I blinked; my cheeks heating, at the prospect of having him buy me drinks, where I’d been prowling about for a guy to get me drinks not two days ago.

I was right. Sobriety was going to make me feel guilty some way or another.

“Hey, you ok?” he asked.

“Sure, I just…I just missed you, you know.” I whispered.

There was a pause in which I felt his eyes boring into mine.

I looked up to see his face too close to mine, a frown on it again, like he just couldn’t feel relaxed today. “I miss you too. I hope you know that. I’m trying, ok?” he whispered.

He was positioned near the door and over his shoulder; I could see the students, busy chatting while waiting for the class to actually start. I could see Tae sitting huddled in his seat as Suran busily wrote things beside him in a notebook, lyrics mostly. Two seats down, my eyes froze. Min Yoongi was already in the bench and he had left the seat I had said I was going to sit in.

Also, his eyes were fixed on me.

My mouth ran dry and my breath caught momentarily at the sudden eye contact. Why was he staring at me? I thought that he might find his phone more interesting than student watching. His eyes, dark even from a distance bored into me before, very subtly, he raised an eyebrow, his eyes darting to Sehun’s back for a split second.

I felt scared all of a sudden. He didn’t know Sehun, did he? He wouldn’t say a word to him. We had a truce on. He couldn’t even see Sehun’s face right now.

“Y/N, tell me what’s wrong?” Sehun asked suddenly, his hands coming up to cradle my face.

I looked at him in a panic. “Nothing, absolutely nothing, I’ll see you at Dark Wild.” I said, reaching up to press my lips to his in a desperate kiss which made him stumble back before I practically shoved him away from the class doors and hurried inside.

By the time I was sitting next to him, Yoongi was already deep in his phone, not even bothering with a ‘hi’. I could live with that. I could completely abide by his indifference as long he stayed far away from me. Truce or not, I just wasn’t willing to put my guard down around him.

I turned my seat to look at Tae but he didn’t look at me. His hood was up, his glasses high on his nose, his lips pulled into a pout, and he mostly likely had his earphones in so he wouldn’t be able to listen to anything Suran said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I turned to glance at Yoongi to see him biting his lip, his fingernails busy tapping on the phone screen, steadily. I looked at the phone to see and snorted, “Piano Tiles,” I said in surprised amusement.

Yoongi’s fingers paused and he turned to look at me, his blond hair shiny in the fluorescent lights. “Got a problem, sweetheart?” he asked coldly. I shrugged, looking away as Kim finally marched in, adjusting his tie and casting a look around the class. “Mingling with the new partners, I see. Good, good,” he said.

There was some uncomfortable shuffling around but no one really argued.

Of course, I couldn’t help myself from looking at him and I saw he was already giving me a cold smirk, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. His fingers were tapping out piano tiles again, too fast for me comprehend. I looked away again.

“Right, so now that we’re all here. Let’s get to it shall we? I want you all to know that the studios aren’t being given out to you like Halloween candy. They are still meant only for juniors and seniors but time has been allotted for sophomores this year so use it well. You will only be able to work in the studios while your class time is in session, if you have special permission or a junior or senior is willing to let you in. Which means that any other time, you feel like meandering in the studio and rebel around, it will not be tolerated.” He looked around the class sternly.

“The equipment in the studio is expensive. If you don’t know what you are doing, call for someone. I don’t want any student to be liable to pay for some fancy mechanical object you can’t even pronounce.” Again, a look was casted around to see he was understood.

“Also, I do not care if you have not been around for some time. The studio is not for your personal activities. I think we’re all adult enough to know that fiction cannot be actually lived out in real life.” He looked away a little and adjusted his tie again.

Was he getting red around the neck?

I heard a chuckle next to me and looked at Yoongi who was slumping again, his knee resting on the front bench, his eyes, derisive on Namjoon. He caught my look and his smirk intensified, “He’s speaking from personal experience.” He muttered.

I made a disgusted face but bit my lip, unable to help the grin. He had to be right. Namjoon was embarrassed as he finally looked up at the class.

“If you all understand what I’m trying to say, I hope you have checked which studio you got allotted. You know where they are. Go and start checking them out. I don’t want any of you wandering. Remember, this project counts for your final grade.” He warned.

I grabbed my bag first, narrowing my eyes at my partner who sighed, looking reluctant to stop his stupid game. He glanced at me for a second before standing up, his bag clutched in his hand and he followed me slowly.

I moved quicker to catch up with Tae and I was right. A wire ran down from his neck into his pocket and I tugged it out of his ear making him look at me.

“Sorry, didn’t you see me?” I asked, linking in our arms.

“Yeah, sorry, I haven’t put my head up for half an hour now. Where’s your esteemed partner?” he asked. I turned around to look to see if Yoongi was still behind but he had vanished. I sighed. I knew it. The delinquent had to vanish and leave me hanging.

“He left.” I said.

Tae frowned. “He can’t do that. Namjoon or someone might catch him and report him. Your project won’t even get to start.” He said. I shook my head. “Maybe then you’ll get your first place.” I said. He rolled his eyes as we reached Hope World studio. “This is me. I’ll try to visit, ok?” he asked. I nodded, moving next door, studying the plaque of Genius Lab inscribed on the fogged glass.

I punched in the code and pushed it open, looking around.

It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t all that big either. A small couch lay on one side of the door, keyboards, drum sets, a sound board lining the desk. Music sheets lay in a pile on the desk and it looked like it had been freshly cleaned. I brushed my hand on the mike set and guitars when I heard a thud in the quiet space, making me squeal in fright.

“Relax, it’s just me.”

Yoongi looked too big in the studio but he looked at home, as if he’d been here countless time. He moved the pile of music sheets away and studied them critically before putting them in a drawer and clearing out a table as he pulled a sound board on top of it. “You know how to operate anything here?” he shot at me.

“Yes, of course,” I said, miffed.

“Not the instruments, sweetheart, that’s semantics. I mean the real deal, the kits, the boards, the computer programs.” He leaned back on the desk, arms folded, head tilted back slightly as he stared at me, “Let me guess, no, you don’t.”

I didn’t say anything.

Truth was I never needed to do that. Taehyung had an entire space set up for music which he called V space. I didn’t even know why he called it that. He made everything we decided on there while I sorted out the files.

“Right, well, today’s going to be shot with you in here and I don’t have the time or inclination to teach you anything today. I’m going to need my energy tonight and making sure you follow is going to be enough of a drain. You can head off to visit Taehyung if you want. Or you can tag along with me and see if we can come up with some lyrics during lunch,” he picked up his bag again and walked out the door, leaving me to gape after him.

Did he just ask me eat lunch with him? Did I want to eat lunch with him? Of course, now that I knew he was a veritable genius I knew he could make the entire project by himself and then erase me out of it completely. I couldn’t let him do that.

Picking up my bag, I rushed after him after making sure the door locked.

I stared at him as he hunched over the table, his arms surrounding the paper on which he was scribbling as if it was his first born child.

Yoongi had led me straight to one of the more backward cafes, some place I had never been. He had placed his order and quickly grabbed a seat while I was left to order something and slowly deposit myself in front of him. It didn’t seem like he even noticed, he was already writing down on a pad, lyrics most likely. I had shifted, coughed, to get his attention but he was completely engrossed. After a few minutes I gave up, choosing to stare at this ‘genius’ in front of me.

People said that genius had to be borne of pain. Well, Min Yoongi didn’t seem much borne of pain. His clothes looked eccentric yes like he’d just thrown whatever suited his bad boy image but now when I was studying him it struck me his clothes were definitely high end and very obviously designer.

He was dressed in all black today, the black t-shirt stretching across his chest. With the padded jacket he’d left open and a black cap now nestled backwards on his still blond hair. They were all labeled Puma.

Our order came and the waiter left but he didn’t move, his fingers still scribbling against the paper. I coughed again and he looked up finally, throwing an annoyed look at me. “Will you stop sniffling? Go get yourself a cough drop.” He snapped before his head dropped back down.

“Yoongi, if you’re making lyrics I should be in on it,” I said.

“You will be; these are just ideas.” He muttered. “Well, show me,” I demanded. He gave me a look. “Show me yours.” He said. My mouth dropped and he rolled his eyes. “Ideas; show me your ideas, trust me sweetheart, I can do better than you.” He waited as I retracted my arm. “Don’t have any ideas, do you? Maybe, if you think more and stare less at me,” he trailed off, his attention back on his writings and I clenched my jaw.

I was being stupid. This wasn’t Taehyung, I couldn’t wait for him to come to me and I was definitely not going to go to him. I picked up my bag and took my drink. “Well, I will show you my ideas tomorrow and I am not staring at you.” I was out of my seat, on the way out when I heard him pipe up, “Whatever you say sweetheart.”

Lights flashed around me as I clutched on to my glass, my lips quirked up as I stared at Ara and Doona dance to touch my body, doing the silly cover move and giggling. Beside me Yerin was deep in conversation with Taehyung, who looked mildly alarmed as Yerin was animatedly moving her hands. He kept dodging out of the way to avoid getting hit by them. On my other side, Sehun had an arm slung over my shoulder, a beer bottle in his hand.

His face was red from dancing earlier and while I still had some form of energy left, his was gone as he said, he needed to drink to recharge. Now, he was chatting with Baekhyun and Sebastian, two guys who had tagged along with Tae. “I know, acting can take quite a toll.” Baekhyun was saying when I tuned into their conversation.

Like me, it seemed like Sebastian had been relegated to the background. He didn’t speak much but he did keep an eye on Tae, maybe because Baek had told him to.

I turned to Yerin when she sighed, putting her head down on my shoulder. “Go dance with the others.” I said.

“I can’t, I’m waiting for Jungkook to show up so I can introduce him. If he’s not here in 15 seconds…”

“What will you do?”

We both turned around to look at the person who spoke and Yerin’s face split into a mischievous grin. “Maybe you’ll find out when you are actually late.” She giggled. The boy grinned back, wrapping a muscular arm around my best friend and pulling her in for a chaste kiss. “Maybe later then,” he mumbled. I glanced over to the girls and beckoned them over as Yerin and Jungkook pulled apart.

“Right, are we all here?” Yerin asked.

“There are still the guys from my dance class.” Sehun muttered. “Oh, well, we’ll get to them later. Jungkook, this is Ara, Doona, Taehyung and Y/N, my best friends. This is Sehun, Y/N’s boyfriend. That’s Baekhyun and Sebastian, Tae’s friends. Guys, this is Jeon Jungkook, the guy for however long he can put up with me.” Yerin said.

“Wow, I love your self esteem.” Jungkook muttered before nodding at us. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Word of advice; you better put up with Yerin. She acts like a badass but if you hurt her we will cut you.” Ara said as Doona and I nodded. “Ara, babe, I can do the threatening myself. You sound like my dad.” Yerin said glumly but Jungkook grinned, toasting Ara, “Noted, don’t worry,” he said.

“Anyways, I am recharged enough.” I said, pulling away from Sehun and grinning at the girls. “How about the four of us leave the guys to gawk at us?” I muttered slyly and with cheerful shouts, we all turned to the dance floor while pulling Tae along with us.

“This is one of Yoongi’s pieces.” Tae shouted in my ear suddenly as I made him twirl by crouching under my arm. I froze at his name. “It is?” I asked and Tae nodded as Yerin gripped his other arm and pulled him away from me.

I stayed where I was, my steps decidedly slowed as I focused on the music, trying to work out the beats from the fast almost harsh sounding tune. It was just music with no words but I could almost see him in the deep basses. It reminded me of his gruff voice.

“Y/N, come on, I need another drink!” Doona said and we returned to our seats in the bar when Sehun came up to me. “Babe, Doona, these are the guys from my dance class.” He said. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder and pulled us to the counter where three guys were standing.

“Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Hoseok, our class leader and Jimin, the assistant choreographer. Oh and this is Yoongi, I think you know him, he’s in your music class.” Sehun said.

My steps had already faltered the second I recognized him, even if his back to me. I would recognize that particular shade of Blond anywhere. He turned slowly, his eyes piercing into me once before quickly darting to Sehun and his arm around me, his lips quirking ever so slightly.

“Hi,” my eyes moved to Hoseok who smiled widely at me, his hand stretching towards me. “I’m Hobi,” he said. “Hi Hobi,” I said smiling as Jimin stuck his hand too, a small cute smile on his face, his swollen eyes shutting into beautiful crescents. He was the type that just asked for his cheeks to be squished. I had an irrational urge to run my finger into his frumpy hair. “I’m Jimin. The cutest Mochi about,” he said and I giggled, shaking his hand too. “Hey, Park, keep the flirting to a minimum.” Sehun warned and laughter echoed in our small group. Hobi and Jimin shook hands with Doona before she slipped away to get a drink.

“Hi Yoongi,” I said finally, cautiously, when he made no move to say anything. His eyes were still on Sehun before he glanced at me, tilting his head in acknowledgement.

I looked up at Sehun to see him eyeing Yoongi almost uncomfortably.

“So, what are you guys working on now?” I asked quickly. “We could show you!” Jimin said quickly, looking at Hobi. “Hyung, the beat is perfect, Suga made this for our practice, remember? We could show her.” He said. Sehun rolled his eyes once as Hobi nodded, putting down his drink and nodding to me. “Tell me if you like it, it’s still a fledgling,” he said and Sehun dropped a kiss on my head before leaving with the two, staying on the fringe of the crowd so I could watch…and leaving me alone with Min Yoongi.

Doona must have called the others over because as soon as Hoseok, Jimin and Sehun’s overly complicated dance finished, there was another round of introduction.

Our separate group soon mingled into one as it turned around Jungkook and Sebastian were interested in dancing too and Baekhyun and Sehun started talking about their acting stuff which I just did not even try to follow. I spied Taehyung and Yoongi talking in one corner and quickly looked away.

“Is it me, or did the guys just ditch us?” Ara asked as Yerin downed her shot. “We’ll make them pay later,” She said. “Oh please, we all know you’re going to leave with Jungkook.” I said. “What’s got you in a twist? You’re leaving with your own hot man.” Yerin said. “To be honest, you all are lucky; Jungkook and Sehun have got to be the hottest guy in this damn club.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t say that. Have you guys seen the boys from the dance class? Even the guy from Taehyung and Y/N’s class, he’s got to be the sexiest man I’ve seen tonight.” There was a pause in which Doona sighed. “If you’re taking Jimin home tonight, I’m going to have to ask to play music.” She said.

Ara raised her glass to Doona before smirking. “I thought you were going home with Taehyung and Baekhyun anyways,” she said slyly. Doona gasped, her cheeks reddening. “Ara, Tae’s our best friend!” she stuttered.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” she giggled and put her glass down, walking off with Doona following as they both kept their bickering on.

I laughed, turning to Yerin. “I need some fresh hair, want to come with?” I asked. “I don’t think I can move from this oh do comfortable stool with the perfect view of my boyfriend’s hot back. Inhale some extra fresh hair for me.” she said, her eyes fixed over my shoulder. I rolled my eyes, picking up my purse and walking out to the small back balcony and shut the door, taking in a long deep pull of cold night air and giggling into the silence.

“I would ask what’s funny but knowing you, it would be something stupid and I don’t want my brain cells to die.”

My giggle died down into a choke and I whirled about to see Yoongi leaning back against the wall beside the door. His booted foot was up on the wall; his head tilted back, eyes not even looking at me. I had walked straight past him. It took me a minute to regain my composure when I registered what he had said.

“You don’t know anything about me, Yoongi.” I said, crossing my arms.

“You’d think so but you’re pretty much easy to read.” He said.

“Oh, and you are such a mystery, aren’t you, Suga?” I asked.

That got his attention. His eyes settled on me and they weren’t friendly. I sighed, dropping my arms. “Look, we have a truce, remember? I also…heard one of your pieces, it was nice.” I said. His eyebrow rose. “Thanks,” he said coldly before frowning at me.

“Why did you come to me for a drink when your boyfriend’s so nice?” he asked suddenly.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“That guy; the one whose arm you are walking on so proudly. I know him. He’s one of the promised stars from our college. If you’re dating him, why’d you want to get with another guy?” he asked. “I know for a fact that even if you are just using him, you aren’t dumb enough to jeopardize that.”

He probably didn’t want to sound harsh but he did. He sounded curious yes, but all I could see was the ass who had indirectly called me a slut.

“Look, like I said, you don’t know anything about me or about Sehun. I suggest you forget that night as a drunken mistake on my part. Of course, because complimenting someone’s hair is trying to get them to buy you a drink in your life, I am hoping you will just dismiss it as a useless waste of ten minutes of your oh so precious life and stop making me feel bad.” I said in one breath and he stared at me.

Without another word, I reached past him for the door handle and pulled the door open, walking back into the warmth of the club, slamming the door shut and stopped when I saw the person in front of me.

Yerin was staring at me coldly, her lips curled into a scowl, her arms folded. I knew this pose. She meant business. Behind her I could see Ara and Doona, watching me with surprise as I stared back at them like a deer in headlights.

“You,” Yerin said, her voice cool and controlled, “are coming with me.” She said, nodding at Ara and Doona.

“Yerin, I don’t know what you heard,” I began but she chuckled, pulling out her phone and typing out a text. “Oh, I heard enough. I think Jungkook and the guys can wait tonight, can’t they girls?” She asked and Ara and Doona nodded. Of course, they would.

“Spill,” She said.

“It was nothing! Min Yoongi is an ass who doesn’t deserve a single second of thought. Why would you be so on top of that?” I asked.

“Because you went to him to bait him and he’s being a mean bastard to you ever since, hasn’t he? I heard enough and I am not an idiot. I know two plus two is four, Y/N.” Yerin hissed.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Ara asked.

“It wasn’t important.” I said.

“Meeting the guy who you baited then got burned by isn’t important?” Doona asked.

“Girls please,” I began to be cut off again by Yerin.

“This is my fault.” She said. “I was the one who pushed that idea onto you.”

“What, no it’s not! Yerin, I didn’t try and bait him. I thought his hair looked cool and went to tell him because I was drunk. He made this whole scenario up and he’s been hanging that over my head ever since.” I finally said.

“He’s blackmailing you? Oh he’s dead.” Yerin growled.

“Yerin, relax. We…have been partnered for a project. We called a truce. Hopefully after the project’s done, we’ll never see each other again.” I said.

“But,”

“Are you sure?” Ara asked, putting a hand on Yerin’s shoulder.

I nodded, still feeling a little unsure. Yoongi hadn’t agreed to the truce verbally. I had no idea if he had even taken the truce up for consideration, much less hold up his part of it but I couldn’t let the girls be upset because of my own stupidity.

“Ok, let’s just go home, Yerin you too. It’s ice cream and chick-flick night.” Doona said.

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FRAME BY FRAME - All References in the MIC DROP Fan Video by Kiera and Arwen (with pictures and links)

First of all, go follow @seiyoko and @salukiart, they are amazing artists, animators, and creators!

If I missed any references, please message me and I will add them in!

The opening line of Dope - 0:13

At 0:08 in the video, all member’s names are graffiti’d on the walls.

A line from the song Come Back Home

From about 0:25 to 0:29, Steve Aoki’s eyes watch over the boys from the Mic Drop remix. Also, the TV says ARMY <3

Also at 0:29, there are posters lining the walls from BTS’s past comebacks. If you look closely, you can also see their logo on the controllers (this is much more easily visible later on in the video). The room MIGHT also be modeled to look like a room in their current dorm but I’m not sure.

At 0:30, the first screen of the game finally shows up, and it lasts for about 10 seconds. In that time, we can see:

The stage is modeled from their first music video, No More Dream

J-Hope (who’s character name is written as JHS in the game-- short for Jung Hoseok, his real name) is firing a Supreme gun that shoots fake money (lol).

The little mascot in the Info section is Van, a mascot from the BT21 series created by BTS and Line. Each mascot was made by/represents one member of BTS, except for Van, who represents ARMYs.

“Today, your dream begins! A new path has been opened, don’t hesitate!” I am pretty sure these are lyrics from one of their songs since, throughout the video, Van pretty much mostly speaks in lyrics. I haven’t been able to find this one though.

At 0:41, the stage changes to reflect their We Are Bullet Proof Pt. 2 music video.

Van’s quote “It’s like a desert here, there’s nothing but rocks” is a reference to the hidden song on the LYH album, Sea.

ALSO, a some of the monsters designs are based on lyrics and references from BTS’s music. I’m sure all of them are but I just can’t make the connection. Maybe the rock monster is also a reference to Sea?

Edit: Apparently most of the enemy designs are based off of album covers! This is according to Kiera’s twitter.

At 0:46, Suga joins the party as MYG (short for Min Yoongi, his real name).

J-Hope’s special attack at 0:48 is a reference to the short movie he stars in during the Wings era called MAMA (also the name of his solo song in the Wings album).

I’m not sure I even have to put this, but the great transition at 0:51 is a dead ringer for the iconic MIC MIC BUNGEE move that Suga and J-Hope do in the Mic Drop remix MV.

So now Suga is in the frontlines, attacking. His method of attack is the lighter he’s seen with throughout the entire HYYH series. It first made it’s appearance in the I NEED U music video (seen clearly at 0:29).

The stage has changed to reflect their music video N.O. The red and white color palettes of the monsters in this area are supposed to reflect the red and white album.

And at 1:05 (we’re only A MINUTE INTO THIS VIDEO WOW), they’re in the classroom setting from Boy In Luv. I have no idea what the monster is supposed to be. Is it balancing on a candle? Chalk? Does it represent the red string of fate???

Whoa hey, it’s 1:07 and we’re in the Just One Day music video! I’m fairly sure that paper airplane monster refers to the paper airplane J-Hope had in Spring Day? (At 3:20.) I don’t recall paper airplanes in their other MVs unless there was one in Just One Day that I missed?

Also, it looks like V has shown up! (As KTH, or Kim Taehyung.)

Suga’s special attack starts at about 1:09 and lasts until 1:14. In it, he throws a rock at the monster, an alarm goes off, and a piano falls on the monster’s head. This is a reference to the short film FIRST LOVE, released during the Wings era. In it, Suga throws a rock into a music store, where a piano sits, and an alarm goes off.

Back in the real world at 1:15, we can see more detailed posters from different eras. I just know the Dope era one on the right.

At 1:18, we’re in the underground subway setting for Danger. (If it wasn’t obvious, the stage appearances correspond to the order the actual music videos were released in.) V unleashes his attack, unfurling black wings and firing feathers. In the MV for Blood, Sweat, and Tears, as well as other subsequent material during this era, V was seen and associated with black wings. I think he’s fighting the Gucci snake? Because V loves Gucci in real life?

Also, Van is back! “It’s already your second year, time flows fast...” references their song Second Grade/So 4 More (which is an underrated BANGER btw).

Also, easter egg time: There’s graffiti reading “What Am I to You?” which is the title of one of their intro songs.

New player! Jin (aka KSJ, aka Kim Seokjin) appears at 1:24 and fights by blowing kisses :). Blowing kisses at ARMYs is pretty much his thing lol. Also, blowing kisses sends out hearts that hurt the enemy, and while that’s a common visualization for blowing kisses, I pray that its also a reference to Jin’s heart events.

They’re at the storefront present in the War of Hormone MV. The enemy he’s fighting is, I think, one of the black-clothed goons from Not Today and the Mic Drop remix MV. (It also appeared in Kiera’s last full-length fan animation of Cypher Pt. 3. That video is itself chock-full of references! Incidentally, I believe Van’s quote here is also referencing that song.)

Two seconds later at 1:26, Jimin (aka PJM, aka Park Jimin) makes his appearance. This time, they’re at the bonfire scene from I NEED U (also appears in their prologue MV I think). Their fighting a flower monster that I don’t know the significance of.

Jimin attacks with an umbrella. I think the umbrella is from the Love Yourself short films but I’m not entirely sure.

At 1:37, we get our first look at the achievement system in this game.

It’s all the awards they’ve won up until this point! Really awesome touch.

Two new players appear this time: Jungkook (JJK, Jeon Jungkook) and RM (KNJ, Kim Namjoon). I have no idea what Jungkook’s attack is: he pulls some string from his wrist and it transforms into a spear?  Jungkook’s attack may be referencing the move from DNA. Strands of DNA come oout of his arm and form a spear. (Thank you @bangpdofficial!)

The stage is a scene from their Dope MV. Van’s quote, “so this is Bangtan style,” references the same song.

I am almost certain that the lion enemy has a mane modeled after the lily flower that appears frequently in the Bangtan Cinematic Universe. It’s even got six petals.

At 1:46, Jimin unleashes his special attack. The attack involves him eating an apple and then teleport-kicking the enemies. I think this is a reference to his short film, LIE.

The stage is from the For You MV, a song/MV exclusively released in Japan. I am not sure what the enemies are supposed to be.

Jimin’s kick transitions into the next scene, where the stage is modeled after the tunnel scene from the RUN MV. I am pretty sure the enemy is a reference to Baepsae/Crow-tit, and this bird represents the wealthy older generation.

A wild BTS lightstick appears at 1:53! (Also, we got some new scenes of their room with some new posters.) 9:18 might refer to the date the Love Yourself album was released (thank you anon!)

A new stage shows up at 1:55. I don’t quite recognize it but it might be the Japanese version of I NEED U? We can also get a clearer look at the bird from Baepsae.

At 1:57 we come to yet another new stage modeled after the Japanese Run MV. It’s filled with graffiti of the names of a ton of their songs. 

V activates his special attack. A single lightbulb hangs from the ceiling and a table appears, which he kicks towards the baepsae. I believe it’s a reference to his interrogation scene in his short film, STIGMA.

Also, in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment, V’s attack animation ends with him giving a peace sign and his adorable puppy Yeontan popping out of his pocket.

Two minutes into the video and we get a new stage (modeled after the Fire MV) and we finally see RM’s attack. He pulls out a giant lollipop and smacks enemies with it. He’s frequently seen with a yellow lollipop in the Bangtan Cinematic Universe.

And now they’re in a stage modeled after the Save Me MV.

Again, the stage changes into one based on Young Forever. I don’t know what that enemy’s supposed to be, but he’s pretty cool looking. And an animation for downed party members has never been so cute. (But what is that in Jin’s arms?)

At 2:08, RM provides an assist move that revives V and Jin. It takes the appearance of his BT21 mascot, Koya.

We get another look at the achievements screen at 2:10. It’s coming along nicely!

And a level selection screen a couple of seconds later! Not only does it show the title of the MV, but the description includes the album the song came from. The level code is also the date of the comeback (thank you @bangpdofficial)

2:18 shows a stage based on the Blood, Sweat, and Tears MV, as well as my favorite enemy design in the whole video: a dear featuring the circle designs from the Wings album cover. 

For his special attack, RM unleashes a phone booth to crush the enemies, referencing his short film REFLECTION.

More awards!

Also, seems like the boys have started taking notes. You can see a DNA strand drawn on the bottom one (blocked a little by the YouTube bar--sorry about that).

New stage at 2:30! It’s the train from Spring Day. Van’s line about forgetting shoes also references the lone pair of shoes featured many times in that video.

Jin summons his pet sugar gliders to restore the HP of the rest of the party (to the bewilderment of Van).

Jin uses his special attack in the Not Today stage at 2:45. He takes a photo with the polaroid camera seen many times in the Bangtan Cinematic Universe, and it turns the enemy to stone. It crumbles away under his touch. This might relate to the way Jin crumbled as though he were stone in the Blood Sweat and Tears MV.

At 2:50, we’re taken to a new stage. I think it’s based on the Japanese MV of Blood Sweat and Tears. Van’s quote is another reference to the song Sea.

A closer look at the controller at 2:55.

Even more awards! Too many that I can’t even count ‘em.

And at 3:03, we see a DNA-based stage. Van’s quote is once again from Sea.

Jungkook’s special attack has all the other members in BTS appear behind him in succession before he delivers a punch to the enemy. It’s safe to say that this references the song (not the short film) BEGIN, which is something of an ode to the hyungs of Bangtan. <3 (song) (film)

3:20. Hey look it’s pretty much a direct replica of that one scene from DNA (at 3:49).

At 3:25 we get our first look at the game over screen. Among a bunch of other “you have failed” messages, there’s this one (”don’t be such a try-hard”) that further references Baepsae.

Looks like they keep getting knocked out in the Mic Drop stage. That weird rainbow ball from DNA is tough.

Van’s words of encouragement are nearly a direct quote from the best-known line in Sea. “Where there’s hope, there’s trials.”

Last but not least, BTS’s achevements have earned them a spot on the world’s scoreboard, their debut on Billboard’s Hot 100 as number 28. <3

This fan animation was absolutely stellar and the attention to detail was mind-blowing. Even the tiniest details like how each member’s idle animation would work had so much thought put into it. Again, mad props to @seiyoko, @salukiart and @yowgurt for their incredible work!  

[bibbykins]

Moonlight Reign Ch. 5

A/N: I’m so lazy rip. I’m still working on the drabble game requests and convoluted code and a yandere Tae fic. Why do I do this? I’m also trying to get a job. I finished this chapter at 3am, so please make me feel good about it. I’m a mess

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: Mafia boss! Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, possible Smut later

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, and blood

Chapter Summary: You go public and remember your family as you lean into danger

This world was a circus, and you were back to rolling with the ringleaders. The audience thinks they’re in control when they’re the ones being controlled. The audience oohed and aahed at the fun tricks, glamorous showings, and gut wrenching suspense, all unknowingly drowning out the horrific sounds behind the scene. The deception, the disgusting exhibitions, and the literal gut wrenching. Those who looked close enough could see it behind a translucent curtain, but they were smart enough to look away. The likes of you do tricks because you want to because you have no care to mop up blood in front of children, it’s just easier that way, so you dance. You dance with the show until the crowd is ready to face the real music. However, the audience and act know this show will forever go on, You and this circus will live in every town.

You hadn’t gotten this dolled up in years. Your hair was styled elegantly, your dress was an ironic green, your bruised neck covered with a matching scarf, and you were being coached on your questions. This nation treated the beautiful as celebrities, so you had to look the standard, now being apart if the group.

Cameras were everywhere outside the prison. Your father was given the speediest trial of a lifetime, seeing as he “took a deal”. However, you knew the truth. He was hauled into prison before he could even blink. That’s when the information was leaked. The green haired girl steps forward and turns in her own father. What an utter joke, but everyone was laughing, enjoying it.

“Okay, think of this as your first press conference,” Jungkook spoke, only minutes away from leaving the prison.

“You remember everything we rehearsed?” Jin asked as you nodded, looking at all the seven guys.

“Look solemn,” Namjoon reminded you.

“Act shy, modest.” Jimin smiled to encourage you.

“If you can’t handle then anymore, just start sobbing, okay?” Taehyung reminded you.

“You think you can handle it?” Hoseok asked, “You remember the story?”

“I can do this.”

“Alright babydoll, let’s give them what they want,” Yoongi smirked as the men got into position, crowding around you to portray support.

The podium was set up, and this was it, you would introduce yourself to the public. You stepped to the mic, “Hello, I am y/n, formerly known as the girl with green hair.”

The questions swarmed, but eventually order was had and you could hear one question at a time, “How did you not also get arrested for your crimes?”

“I was a brainwashed kid, and I gave the authorities my father.”

“You still consider the former crime lord your father?”

You faked a lip tremble, “He… He was the only one I had ever known.”

“Will you be visiting him?”

“I’m not sure, I want to try and face him,” You mocked a sad expression, capturing pity, “He was my family.”

“Why did you wait so many years to reveal yourself?”

“I spent a lot of that time looking for my father, and Min Yoongi assisted me in the search. The Bangtan Group ensured my safety in doing so.” Yoongi and Jungkook put their hands on your shoulder as choreographed comfort, “I was scared for a long while, since I had been forced to… to… I’m sorry,” You wiped a fake tear.

“What will you be doing now?”

“Trying to lead a normal life,” You explained, “I want to better myself.”

“Have you seen your uncle Byungjoo as well?”

You paused, remembering how his blood felt on your face, “No, I haven’t, but if anyone sees him, please don’t delay in turning him in.”

“Do you have any family left? What about your birth parents? When was the last time they contacted you?”

You could feel bile forming in your throat. No, you don’t have any family left. Your birth parents were as deep as they could bury them. The last time you heard from the likes of them? Now that was a terrible question. If you had a penny for each time you’ve been kidnapped and tortured, you’d be a millionaire. If you had a penny for each time it genuinely hurt you, you’d have one too many.

“Y/n!” Your brother called out to you as you walked out of the high school, searching for him. You looked to see him waving wildly in front of his car, invoking a smile on your face.

You jogged to him in glee, “Tony!” You used his name, which at the time you didn’t know was fake, “I didn’t know you were picking me up.”

“Yeah well, you said you wanted to meet my girlfriend, and she just got fired so she has some free time-”

“Tony!” A shrill voice rang out as a pretty older woman stepped out of the car, “That’s how you introduce me?!” She faced you, her scowl turning into a smile upon laying eyes on you, hands going to cup your face, “Oh my goodness, you’re like a doll!” She squealed and you couldn’t help but smile, “How precious.”

“Thank you.” You managed as your cheeks were squished, too blissful to care that you were 15 and getting your cheeks squished outside your school.

“Also, don’t listen to your nasty brother, I didn’t get fired, I quit,” She glared at him, “ I got dignity you know!” She barked as he put his hands up in surrender.

This was what you craved, a comfortable presence, a sense of family. Tony spent months tracking you down last year after seeing you in the background of the local news once. He was seven years older than you, and he was a good brother until he closed his own private circus to you, and showed you what happened behind the curtain, but you still had a good few weeks before the thought of family was ruined.

“Well, we’re short-staffed at my job for waitresses,” You offered, “The owner is really sweet.”

She squealed, pulling you into a hug, “Your sister is such an angel!”

You giggled, returning the hug, “Oh yeah, Y/n, this is my girlfriend, Dohye.”

Yoongi grabbed your hand from behind the podium, bringing you back to reality. You blinked, “My birth parents were victims of my father.”

“What is your relationship with Bangtan?”

“That will be all the questions y/n will take today, thank you,” Yoongi spoke, guiding you to the limo as the guards cleared a path, the clamoring of reporters constant.

“Shit,” You cursed as you settled inside the limo with seven men, “I forgot all about my fucking brother, and that last reporter rattled me.”

“Brother? Byungyeol never had sons.” Taehyung questioned as the seven men geared their stares to you.

“Remember that terribly horny girl, Dohye at the restaurant?” Seven nods, “My biological brother was her boyfriend.”

“Is he a threat?” Yoongi narrowed his eyes.

“He’s dead, but I don’t know how big of a family I had,” You explained, “He told me I was his only sibling, but he also told me his name was Tony.”

“What’s his real name?” Hoseok pondered.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” You quipped,” Being a mafia baby was a step up from my biological family, I was treated better by the cruelest gang of that time, so forgive me if the thought of my biological family rattles me a bit.” Jungkook put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, and Yoongi glared as he saw you visibly relax, “I just want to go home,” Yoongi followed your hand as it rubbed over your thighs, “I really hate remembering Tony.”

“What did he do?” Jimin asked, earning an elbow to the gut from Namjoon.

You flinched, “Too much.”

“Do you want me to tuck you in?” Jungkook asked you, and Yoongi tensed.

“I’m traumatized, not a child,” You deadpanned.

“Jungkook, I need you and Taehyung to look into y/n’s family actually,” Yoongi piped up, “I want my best hackers to dig into her bloodline and identify the plausible threats.”

Jungkook nodded, as Yoongi delegated a variety of tasks to the other members, “I’ll stay with y/n for a few hours to make sure nobody tries anything now that she’s gone public,” He explained, “I doubt anyone would be stupid enough to, but better safe than sorry, we need our nurse safe.” The guys nodded as the limo pulled in front of your apartment, the reporters having not made it yet, “We’ll get out first.”

“We?” Hoseok interjected.

“Yeah, we,” Yoongi smirked as he opened the door, “Who else is going to tuck her in?”

“It’s really fine.” You huffed as you slipped out of the car behind him, “Don’t you have a job to do?”

Yoongi closed the door, tapping the car as it drove away, “I have my things, but we have to talk first.”

“About?” You entered the building, leading Yoongi to your apartment. You only then realized he had never been to your place before.

“Your favorite topic,” He mused as you opened the door to your place, “The past.” You groaned while he stepped inside, “It’s for your safety.”

“And what does my safety have to do with you?”

It was a good question. You and Yoongi were only involved because of a threat. You didn’t even know him for more than a week, and yet he seemed concerned of your safety. Yoongi didn’t know why himself, but he knew he wanted to protect you.

“You’re mine now, remember?” You nodded as he sat on the couch, and you took notice of the slight scrapes on the back of his hand.

Wordlessly, you grabbed the first-aid kit to do your new job, “When did this happen?” You mused, sitting next to him, and he could only offer a shrug, “And I thought I was careless.”

“Your neck is covered in bruises,” Yoongi used his other hand to untie the scarf, revealing the hand shaped purple prints, “How often were you hurt?”

“We’re doing this now?” You scoffed, “Okay, Physically? Emotionally? Both lists are too long,” You mused as you rolled the cotton swab of antiseptic on his small wounds, “I was a professional tortured girl. I was usually the hostage, because I could take a beating, that’s how I was raised.”

“What of your biological family?”

You sighed, reaching for a bandage, “Dead, I hope.” You carefully placed it down, smoothing it out gently, “My brother told me his name was Tony. He tracked me down when I was 15, and he told me our parents were dead, leaving only him,” You held your two thumbs on the ends of Yoongi’s bandage, staring off as you remembered him, “I guess he always hated me for that, but I had nothing to be envious of.

“Just tell me what you want!” You sobbed, the stinging if the slices on your legs the only sensation you knew for the past few days. Tony sat in front of you as you were chained from a beam, wrists suspended in the air as you sat, helpless.

He had been using all sorts of knives to make quick thin slices in the same place, and no one could hear you scream whilst he did so, “I want you to feel each day I had to live an orphan while you got a family!” He shouted, a bread knife slicing your shin as you sobbed, trying to kick your legs, “Be quiet, Dohye is upstairs!” He seethed as you only struggled to move your legs, “I should get more sedative.” He mused, dragging the knife over the previously made wound.

“Tony-”

“That’s not my name!” He shouted, “Only my family knows my real name, the ones who didn’t leave!”

“I was a baby!” You screeched, “I was miserable growing up, it wasn’t just you!” You began kicking more as you sobbed, “You aren’t the only one who can bleed, you aren’t the only one who can cry, and you aren’t the only one who can be angry!” You finally kicked his stomach, and didn’t stop until he staggered, struggling to stand, “Where were you?! All those years I was beaten, kidnapped, tortured, and alone?!” You stood up as he was knocked to his knees, “Were you planning this?!”

“You had a famil-”

“I had a job!” You sobbed, kicking his stomach when he tried to grab you, “I had a goddamn empire that burned!”

“You had something!” He shouted back, standing to leave to get more sedative, but you took your chance, standing as he turned his back, then you encased his neck in your arms and pulled with all your might.

You sobbed more, “I loved you!” You cried out as he hit your scratched thighs to let him go, “I wanted to be a family for once,” You cried into his shoulder as you killed your brother, “I wanted you to grill my prom date,” You sobbed while he choked,”help me study for exams,” You kept pulling,”and give me away at my wedding,” You choked on your own sobs as his trachea was collapsing, “I would’ve been a bridesmaid to your wedding,” His legs began to give out as you sunk down with him, “I would’ve kept you from psyching yourself out when you proposed,” You smiled sadly, holding him up as he lost consciousness, “I wanted to make up for lost time,” You were speaking quietly now as he could barely manage to struggle anymore, “Why did you want to punish me for it?” You whispered in his ear as he finally went limp.”

Yoongi listened to you as you incidentally held his hand through the recount, “I’ve killed a lot of people,” You muttered, “But killing him, will stay with me, forever.”

“How did you escape?” Yoongi asked while you stared at his bandaid.

“Dohye found me,” You sighed, “She performed CPR on him before letting me go, she really loved him,” You smiled sadly, “God, she’s a fucking idiot.”

Yoongi watched your eyes water, and he used his other hand to cup your cheek, bringing your head up. You looked his in the eyes, and you both felt electricity shoot through your bodies. You almost jolted at the utter connection. He didn’t open his mouth, but he said so much in his stare alone. It wasn’t pity or discomfort. It was empathy. He understood your pain, and he acknowledged it.

“I’ve decided,” He proclaimed, and you felt like you were on the edge of your seat, “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you,” He leaned his forehead on yours, “Not even myself.”

You sighed in relief for once, closing your eyes as you soaked in the words.

Yoongi wasn’t a circus. He wasn’t  flashing lights or putting up acts. He was honest, harsh, and never put up a farce. There were no acts. He was a transparent wall. You didn’t know you had been breaking down such walls, but you loved the feeling of it as you began to cut yourself from the ties of your past. You wanted to lean on him, you wanted support for once.

He was the first one to lean into you, and you followed suit as you felt your body carry you to where you wanted to be in this moment, and that was as close to him as possible.

“Tell me to stop,” He whispered, eyes fluttering closed as his breath feathered your lips, “Push me away, something, anything.”

You thought about it. How did you get into this position? Why weren’t you following his request? You hadn’t felt such a connection before. You hadn’t lusted for someone before like this, and the feeling awoke something within you. The most dangerous thing to be awoken, a block in your sense of reason. You thought about it, but your brain was mush, only one response to be conjured.

“I don’t want to,” You breathed, mere centimeters from his lips.

He huffed, shallow breaths being all left in him now. He wanted to want to pull away, push himself off, and leave your home. However, he actually wanted to feel your lips on his, body against his, skin with his. He wanted you.

“Thank God,” He rushed out as he pressed his plush lips to yours with the most gentle touch on a frantic delivery.

He had been hungry for you physically since day one, but this was more emotionally charged than he anticipated, making him starved. You kissed him back without a second thought, hand on the arm that held him up while the other went to his bicep. You felt tingles prick your skin and you opened your mouth ever so slightly, inviting his tongue in as yours followed suit to his.

Masterlist

[lubdubsworld]

Amor vincit Omnia. (Yoongi / Oc)

Chapter 15

I glanced at the watch impatiently. It was already a little past seven in the night. I was supposed to be back at the studio by now but one of the sponsors who'd agreed to meet me had been late. Now I was stuck with no way to get home. I'd called Namjoon and left him a message to pick me up but he hadn't called me back. I bit my lips nervously. The whole being independent thing was still new to me and i was nervous when it got too late...

 I was so lost in thought I didn't notice someone slip behind me and grip my wrist. I yelped and then relaxed when I noticed it was Hye Mi.

"Oh, you're here. Did Namjoon ask you to pick me up?? " I said , relieved and she nodded. She refused to meet my eyes.

"Yoongi and Namjoon are busy. I'll drop you off at your place. Come on, we need to go." She said briskly.

"Okay." i said, relief flooding me in one rush.

The moment we reached outside , I noticed that it was a Van. Not the usual expensive car that these people drove

"Where are Tae and jimin? I tried calling them too. " I said nervously.

"Not everyone's a freeloader like you. Some of us work for a living.  Hurry up, get in.." she opened the door to the van and I climbed in quickly. She climbed in behind me.

And grabbed my wrists and yanked my hands behind my back.

"what are you doing?" I screamed when I felt the cold click of handcuffs around my wrist.

"No hard feelings." she said and the next moment, a strip of cloth went over my mouth gagging me. I was too stunned to struggle as she tied me up. And then she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the other side of the door.

I tried not to panic. No point panicking. Hye Mi was on Yoongi's side. I was sure of that.

And Yoongi wouldn't let me get hurt.

I was sure of that too.

No need to panic prematurely.

I stayed perfectly still and she didn't talk to me either. I stared out of the car but really I didn't know where we were driving through. I'd never been out and around Seoul. Hye Mi drove straight up to an old abandoned warehouse and I suddenly had a flashback to the night my father had died. I felt my entire body go cold. I didn't want to be here I really didn't. She pulled up inside and the next moment , a guy came out from the shadows.

"I brought her. Now let him go!" Hye Mi shouted.

Oh, God.

I blinked, pretty sure what was going on.

The only question that hung was, why me?! It made no sense. Using me to get Yoongi is one thing...Why one earth would it be the other way round.

"Is she here, then?"

That voice.

I froze in genuine panic.

Wu Yi fan?

The door to the van opened and I tried to crawl away as he reached for me. It was impossible. My wrists were handcuffed and I was wearing heels. i had zero mobility as he grabbed the back of my hair, fingers sinking into the strands and gripping so hard my eyes stung. He dragged me out by my hair and I hit the concrete pavement on my knees, the skin scraping off painfully as he kept dragging me. My arms flailed a bit as i tried to stop the painful skid, stumbling to my feet awkwardly.

Yoongi was on his knees in the middle of the warehouse and my eyes widened when I saw the bruised eye and the cut on his lip. My heart pounded right out of my ribcage when i caught sight of his face. 

There was a gun to his head.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispered, eyes trained on Hye Mi.

"Getting you the fuck out of here, is what. We don't fucking need her...You're more important..." She hissed out .

"That's right Yoongi. She isn't worth your time.." Yifan yanked on my hair again, pulling me closer to Yoongi. He pulled the gag out of my mouth and I spluttered.

Yoongi gave me a passing glance before focusing on Yi fan.

"This is between you and me. Leave her out of it. Fight me like a man, you fucking coward. " He said softly.

Yi Fan smiled eerily, grabbed my arm and pulled me close, lightly brushing back a strand of hair at my temple, his touch making my flesh crawl.

"You're such a self absorbed piece of shit, Min Yoongi. You think this is about you? It isn't. It's about this little girl right here.  So fucking beautiful. I saw her that night and just had to have her. The fact that she's your wife? Just the icing on the cake. " He gripped my cheeks with bruising force that made my eyes crinkle in pain. Pain that radiated all the way to my skull. My eyes threatened to roll over and I fought to stay steady.

"Really? You're going to go there, Yi Fan? We both know, I'll tear you limb from limb if you touch her. You have some nerve coming after my wife. Let her go or I'll fucking rip you to shreds with my bare hands. " Yoongi spat out.

"Stop this! Both of you. Yi Fan, you said you'd let Yoongi go if I brought her to you..." Hye Mi yelled.

Yi fan nodded.

"Let him go."

He reached for his gun, pulled the safety and before I knew what was happening he thrust the muzzle right into my mouth. I choked at the intrusion, terrified out of my wits as I struggled against the handcuffs on my wrist.

"I'll let him go. I don't want to kill him anyway. At least not the way I usually do...instead, Min Yoon Gi ssi can experience the joy of knowing that his beloved wife will be spending the night with me. You know how much I can do to her in a couple of hours, don't you, Yoongi ? Tell me...does she deep throat...?" He rammed the gun down my throat and I choked, the metal hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.

"Look at that mouth. i could fuck that mouth for hours...Bet she let you do that, didn't she...it's the innocent ones that turn out to be the biggest whores in the bedroom." He said thoughtfully. He pulled the gun out and I coughed.

The guy standing behind Yoongi pulled him to his feet and Yoongi stumbled forward, eyes fixed unwaveringly on me.

Min Yoongi smiled and it was so eerie, I had to look away.

"You're forgetting who she is, Wu Yi Fan. She's my wife. You touch her and I kill you, Yi Fan. It's really that simple. If you don't want to die, you should really let her go." He said casually. He was standing there like he owned the place. Like he didn't have his wrists tied behind him and ...oh God, was that blood all on his shirt??!!

"Oh, i'll let her go. After i get what I want.  Let's make a deal, Yoongi. You can come pick her up tomorrow. Same place. She'll still be alive. Well, hopefully. So you and your mistress can get the hell away from here .  " Yi Fan said and Hye Mi moved forward grabbing on to Yoongi.

Yoongi turned around to look at her and I'd never seen him look so murderous in my entire life.

He shoved her so hard she went sprawling across the floor, a surprised cry of distress escaping her throat. I stared at him in disbelief.

"How could you bring here here??? You're dead to me , you vindictive bitch..." He said coldly and Hye Mi looked like she had been shot.

"I knew it. I knew you were fucking in love with her... Well that just makes it all easier for me. You can stay, watch and then die together.." Yi Fan sneered.

Yoongi turned on him and gave him a level stare.

" You think this is a fucking joke? I'll burn your fucking empire to the ground if you don't get your hands off her this instant."  Yoongi hissed and I realized that he was going to get himself shot .

"It's alright. I'll be fine. You should get out of here." I said desperately, terrified out of my mind for him.

What could the guy possibly do? Rape? I swallowed. Surely it wouldn't hurt as much as my father's assaults. I'd lived through that hadn't I ? I didn't mind , really if I could go back to Yoongi after it was over. Maybe I was going crazy after all.

"Shut your mouth, you idiot. I told you a billion times not to trust anyone!!" Yoongi snapped at me and I recoiled. 

Of course he'd find a way to blame me for everything.... The horrible man!!

Yifan looked amused.

"True love. Always warms my heart. Fine then. How about you two hang around here , watch me have fun with your pretty wife? It'll also spare me the worry of our Hye Mi ssi going and calling for reinforcements. not that it would matter much. I have snipers all over this area. The moment one of your little buddies come sniffing, I'm putting a bullet in their head. " He grinned , yanking me forward again.

Yoongi shut his eyes. when he opened them again they were fairly blazing with fury. 

"Stop stalling , you son of a bitch. If you haven't got the guts to do what you want to, at least let us go."

Yi Fan punched him right in the face and I whimpered. It struck me then,. that I really loved this man. The sight of him getting hurt made me want to die.

"Cocky bastard. I'm going to enjoy fucking your wife while you watch helplessly." Yi Fan spat out and slapped me hard across the face. My ears rang and I lost my footing. 

"You want your husband to live? You don't make a sound. Understand?" He snapped. I struggled desperately, every cell screaming to get away.

"Excellent, I do my best work in front of an interested audience. Boys, why don't you give Mr. CEO the front seat to our little show and I'll bring our main lead along." He kissed the side of my neck and suddenly the reality of what was happening slammed into me. My entire mind split into two. One part experiencing what was happening while the other tried to think of a possible way to get out of this, unscathed. My throat went dry and sweat broke out on my forehead.

He shoved me hard and I hit the edge of the wall as I got dragged inside.

"Please..." I choked out.

"Don't beg, Ji Soo!!! ." Yoongi's harsh voice came from behind me and I felt tears sting as I tried to catch a glimpse of him. They'd tied him to a chair, the gun still pressed to his forehead.

"Don't beg and only look at me. You got that baby? Look at me... I’m here.. You’re going to be okay...  Don't look away." He said softly.

But although he said those words, it wasn’t with that cool confidence that he had at the auction. 

The look on his face was ...hopeless. In all the time I'd ever known him, I'd never once seen Yoongi look anything less than confident.

That look...it told me I wasn't getting out of this.

I am going to die,  I thought with sudden, detached clarity. I'm going to die today and no one can stop it.

Yoongi knew it as well as I did.

there was no way I was getting out of this room alive.

Hysterical sobs built up inside my throat , cut off by the next blow to my ribs, cutting off my breath.

Yi Fan yanked my hair again, dragging me to the center of the room and pushing me on the floor. He landed a few solid kicks on my ribs, each one stronger than the one before and I could feel white hot pain explode inside my body in rapid succession.

I watched as he pulled a bottle of something out of his pocket.

"Yi Fan. Don't!!" Yoongi shouted and I groaned when the man just grabbed my cheeks, pushing it together till I opened my mouth. He dropped a couple of pills inside and made me swallow it .

My eyes fluttered shut and my head began to loll.

My vision began to fade.

Yoongi was shouting ....something?? i couldn't focus no matter how hard I tried. Images no longer registered. Neither did voices. Instead I could feel every single touch to my body like fire. It was all too much and I could feel darkness seeping in on the edges of my eyes.  

"Oh, no you don't. I want you conscious."

I gasped as cold water got poured all over me, bringing me back to my senses. I tried to focus on something, grip something , get a hold on something real but my fingers found only air. Then suddenly, the click of the handcuff made me startle. I tried to look for Yoongi but my vision wasn't  cooperating. instead delicious warmth was spreading through my body. The fear and panic dissolved and something else took it's place. My limbs went loose and I crumbled into Yi Fan's arms, completely wasted.

"Is your body telling you, you want it? You want my cock don't you?" The filthy words made me want to puke. He grabbed my hair and dragged me to the floor. HE hit me again, right across the jaw and the world exploded around me in Finally my eyes landed on Yoongi.

"Yoongi..." I managed to choke out and he looked like he was dying. So did I. Pain had stopped registering inside me in waves and now it was sort of a constant living thing, engulfing all my senses and making breathing difficult,

"It's okay....You're going to be okay...I'm getting us out of here...Look at me, babe. I won’t let anything happen to you.. You just got to stay conscious okay... I’m going to make this stop... ..." He whispered. 

I nodded. 

Of course he was. 

He was Min Yoongi. 

He'd killed my father for hurting me. 

He would kill Yi Fan too. But I wouldn't be around to thank him for it. Suddenly, it seemed absolutely imperative that I tell him that I'm grateful.

Thank you, I wanted to say, thank you for everything. 

"I love you..." was what I ended up saying. His eyes widened and then narrowed with fierce determination.

"We're getting out of this.... " He said again and I nodded, even as Yi Fan grabbed the back of my head and yanked me closer, pushing me flat on my back and yanking my skirt up.

The touch of his hand on my body paralyzed me momentarily. My mind was fractured telling me two different things. The drug I'd swallowed clamored to make me feel pleasure while pain and disgust battled inside my conscience. His grip on my hair tightened and he yanked my head till I was looking up at him. Then he flipped me over and his hand came over my face, hard like a ham, twisting my mouth as he held me up against his body. His chest was hard, unyielding against my back as he grabbed my waist and yanked me till I was on all fours. I could taste gun metal in his fingers and blood in my mouth as he thrust them into my mouth.

"Look at you... So fucking beautiful..."

His erection pressed into the space between my thighs and I felt helpless.  I didn't know what to say or do to make this stop.

I looked up and Yoongi looked very calm and serene as he stared at Yi Fan. I shivered a bit at the cold fury that was radiating off his body. whether i made it or not, I was pretty sure Yoongi was going to butcher  Yi Fan.

"I've got a present for you..." Yi Fan whispered. The next second something metallic clinched over my neck and everything went blank as my body hit it's pain threshold and went tumbling over. He was choking me with a metal link, I thought distractedly, choking as my airway got constricted. I'd never experienced anything like it. It made me feel like i was drowning , falling, flying and dying all at the same time. Stunned out of my senses , I didn't notice the movement to my left.

Suddenly , Yi Fan got ripped away from my body and I fell face first onto the concrete floor. Shots rang out like bell chimes, quick and in rapid succession and I could hear bodies dropping all around. I heard Namjoon's familiar voice near my ear and sobbed in relief.

"I've got you...It's alright..."

My eyes automatically went to Yoongi, while Jimin untied his wrists. He looked feverish with fury.  I tried to focus on him but he wasn't even looking at me. His eyes trained purposefully on Yi Fan who lay a few feet away, with a bullet wound in his shoulder. I would have loved to focus on whatever he was going to do to the bastard but my body was numb from the neck down and there was a warm wetness around my neck as Namjoon gathered me into his arms.

"Water..." I choked out.

A sudden inhuman scream came from behind us and Namjoon turned. His entire face went pale as he hugged me close, pressing my face to his chest and he carried me up. The scream turned to sobbing and my husband's voice came floating over the air between us.

"I'm going to tear you apart , inch by inch...and you're going to be conscious the entire time. When I'm done there won't be enough of you left to fill a fucking match box." His voice was so terrifyingly grim that I shut my eyes.

"Fuck did you see that Namjoon.... Yoongi...He chopped his arm off...." Taehyung's voice came from somewhere and Namjoon snarled at him.

"Watch your mouth you little..."

I felt physically sick.

I'd forgotten that side of him. The violent side and my mind rejected it so hard that I could feel the darkness closing in.

"Can you stay conscious...we need to get you to the hospital..." Namjoon said. My eyes fluttered open and to my surprise, it was Yoongi kneeling in front of me, looking flushed, his pupils blown with rage. He was covered in blood and his blonde hair was matted with it.

"Have you ever killed someone?" He said roughly, staring at me with a disconcertingly blank expression.

"Yoongi..." I whispered, untangling myself from Nam Joon and holding my arms out, draping them around his shoulders as i tipped forward into his chest. He caught me easily, arms holding me tight in a hug while he kissed the side of my head.

"Do you want to kill him? Shoot him in the fucking face while he begs for his life..." He asked, voice trembling and I gripped him tighter.

"No..No... I want...I want to get out of here."

Yoongi nodded.

And then he turned casually , aimed the revolver right at Yi Fan and I turned away as the shot rang out, shutting my eyes when I pictured Yi Fan with a bullet to his head.

My heart pounded in strong rejection . No matter how hard I tried I couldn't come to terms with Yoongi killing people. I clutched his shoulders harder, while slowly exhaustion began to creep in. I felt my fingers slip up into his hair automatically and I blinked when I felt congealed blood that came off sticky against my fingers.

"Oh, God. You're hurt..." I whispered..

"Just a scratch. Let's get you out of here." He whispered. As i relaxed against him i felt unaccountably sad.

I wasn't supposed to lean on him wasn't I ?

We weren't....

We weren't what? I thought groggily.

I was thinking something, feeling something that I didn't know or understand . It scared me so much I began struggling in his arms.

"Yoongi..." I said panicking and he just shushed me, hugged me closer and carried me up into his arms.

As he held me against his chest in the ride to the hospital , I realized that there was something very wrong with me. My head ached and I felt like I was drowning.

I tried to sit up really. But darkness began to cloud over my senses.

 Author’s note : Will you hate me terribly if she dies? 

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 22 - Speaking Up

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy) 

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.1k words 

Chapter 22 - Speaking Up 

Hoseok had been trying to call you after his final lessons for the day wrapped up, and he sent his students off. That was about 15 minutes ago, and he hadn’t heard from you. He had walked into Jimin’s studio, where he was wrapping up with his lesson, thinking that maybe you had finished your conversation with Weong-Bin and had made your way to the studio. However, when he stepped in, he only saw So-Hee, sitting with the other mothers and happily bouncing a giggling Hyo Bin on her knee. He hurried over to her, getting her and the other mother’s attention as she looked up.

           “Hey, Hoseok. What’s going on? You look frantic.” She said.

           “Have you heard from her?” he asked curiously.

“No, I haven’t yet. She said she would call after she talked with Weong-Bin.” Hoseok sighed.

“Really? Jeez, I didn’t think this would take so long. I told her not to let him into the house.” He scooped Hyo Bin up and turning back to the lesson, seeing that Jimin was just finishing up, and having the girls do their cool down. He sighed, not wanting to worry Min Ja too much, he decided to just pull out his phone and try to call you one more time. As he heard it ring, he saw the girls finishing up and hurrying over their mothers after another successful practice day. He heard your voicemail begin to play and groaned. “Hey, it’s me. Min Ja just finished her lesson and we’re heading home. Please call me back so I know you’re alright.” He said, hanging up.

“Mr. Hobi? Where’s Mommy?” Min Ja asked curiously.

“Mommy’s home, so we need to hurry up and get home, okay?” he smiled, taking her hand.

“But-.”

“We can get changed at home, just put your shoes on.” He said. Min Ja nodded, sitting on the floor to slip off her ballet flats and slide on her sneakers. “Okay, perfect.” He said happily. He turned to So-Hee, who was getting San-Ha ready as well. “I’ll call you.”

“Please, do.” She said, waving him off as he led the girls out of the dance studio. She sighed, fixing her daughter's shoes as she grabbed her bag.

Hoseok didn’t really run, but he wasn’t taking the scenic route either. He held Min Ja’s hand tightly and clutched Hyo Bin in the other as he hurried down the street, around every necessary corner, and into the building, practically breaking the buttons of the elevator with how hard he pushed them.

“Mr. Hobi, what’s wrong?” Min Ja asked curiously. He glanced down at the little girl, who was looking back up at him with wide eyes. “Is Mommy okay?” Hoseok let out a frustrated sigh, squeezing her hand gently. Before he could answer, due to his hesitation of what to say, the elevator dinged on their floor and Hoseok hurried out. As he turned down the hall, the sight before him made him almost collapse. At the door were what looked to be a buff policeman with dark hair, and a tiny yet fit policewoman with her brown hair tugged up into a ponytail. There was also a paramedic. They were knocking on the door, calling out to whoever would answer from inside, but obviously getting so response.

“Oh, God.” He gasped, hurrying up to the door. “What’s going on here?” he asked curiously. The cops looked over at the man who was out of breath, holding two children.

“We got a call from a neighbor about loud fighting coming from this apartment. We just arrived here a few moments ago but whoever is inside won’t answer.” Hoseok felt like he would faint right then and there if he didn’t have Hyo Bin in his arms. “Do you know the tenants?”

“I’m her boyfriend, and these are her kids.” For a moment, he released Min Ja’s hand and dug in his pocket, pulling out his key. As he opened the door, he felt his heart racing. He had no idea what he would see when he opened the door, but as he did, he called your name. As the door opened, he saw the contents of the shattered flowerpot up against the wall. Then, he called your name again. Walking in, he saw you laying on the couch, just barely waking up to the sound of your name being called. “Oh, thank God….” He sighed, hurrying into the living room. “Hey, are you okay?” You sat up on the couch, rubbing your head as you looked around.

“Hm? What’s going on? Why are you all yelling?” You asked curiously. When you saw the cops at the door, and Hobi at your side, you blinked. “Where are the girls?”

“They’re over here.” One of the cops, a female, said simply, motioning to the girls who were standing at her side. The other cop walked over to you.

“Are you alright? We got a call that there were sounds of fighting and stuff breaking here. Is everything alright?” As you fully sat up, you felt your head throbbing. Your cheeks were now kind of numb, but still sore, and your back was killing you.

“I’m fine.” You said simply. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Not as bad as it looks? Your face is all red and your body is shaking…” Hoseok said softly. “What happened?”

“Weong-Bin and I started arguing and he slapped me a little bit…” you groaned, rubbing your head. “I hit my head….”

“I can tell.” The cop said. He stood up, calling over the paramedic. “We’re going to check for a concussion.” You blinked, watching as a lanky man crouched down in front of you and put a flashlight in your eyes. Almost immediately, you flinched back and covered your face.

“It looks like it might be a concussion. You seem to be sensitive to light. We should get you to the hospital.” The paramedic said.

“The hospital?” You heard Min Ja gasp, and you looked over. She was holding Min Ja as both of them stood by the cop. “I don’t like the hospital.”

“You don’t have to go, sweetie.” The cop said gently. “We just want to make sure your Mom is feeling okay.”

“I’m okay, I just need to rest up.”

“No way, you need to go to the hospital,” Hoseok said quickly.

“Hobi…”

“You need to go, you could seriously be hurt, you said you hit your head and you might have a concussion!” He gently took your hand into his and kissed it. “Just to make sure you’re alright.” You were silent for a few moments, and you felt Hoseok grip your hand tighter.

“…Okay, fine.” You said softly. “Will you be able to stay here with the girls?”

“Of course. I’ll be here.”  He assured. You nodded, standing up quickly. The quickness made your head spin and you groaned, holding your head in your hands. “Easy.” Hoseok quickly stood up. As you got your bearings, you saw the girls, still standing by the door with the female cop. With a deep breath entering your lungs, you walked over to them and knelt down.

“Be good for Mr. Hobi, okay?”

“Why do you have to go to the hospital?” Min Ja asked softly. You could see the distress in her eyes. Pursing your lips, you ran a hand through her hair.

“It’s a long story. But the doctors just want to make sure I’m okay. I’ll be home before you know it~.” Standing back up, you turned to the cops. “Do I need to ride in an ambulance?”

“If you’d like, we can have it pull upfront.” Nodding, you grabbed your purse and followed the paramedic out the door. Min Ja noticed something fall out of your purse and looked around. She must have been the only one to notice and knelt down to pick it up. The female cop stayed behind to talk to Hoseok for a few moments, while the male cop left with you to get your statement on the drive to the hospital. Hoseok watched the door close behind you and heard footsteps disappear down the walkway as he turned and answered the cop’s questions.

The ride to the hospital was silent. The male cop, who you learned was named Myung-Dae, even offered you his jacket to use for some warmth. The paramedic checked your vitals as you shared the events of what happened, what Weong-Bin said and did to you, and how you ended up here. When he asked you for some family contacts, you refused to give any. The last thing you needed was an “I told you so” speech to give you an even bigger headache.

“I’ll come back tomorrow morning and talk to you again; see how you’re holding up and get the results of any of your tests for the record,” Myung-Dae said, looking at you as the ambulance came to a stop. You blinked.

“I’m going to be admitted?” you asked, looking up at the paramedic.

“You got beaten up pretty badly. They’re going to want to help you overnight while the tests process just to make sure nothing flairs up or anything after the fact.” Myung-Dae said. Once the ambulance stopped, Myung-Dae hopped out while you were guided out by the paramedic and led inside the hospital to officially check-in.

Upon entering the hospital, you were admitted and given even more tests. You really didn’t understand why, but they wanted to be sure that, other than a minor concussion, there were no cracked ribs, or anything else other than just some bruises on your face and back. So, you were stuck being wheeled to different parts of the hospital, getting X-Rays and tests done. They took pictures of your back, of your face and arms, basically of your entire body so that they could document any bruises that you may have to show exactly what he did. It was annoying, and every time someone offered you a pity look as they passed by, you only felt worse.

When the tests were done, and you were wheeled back to your room, which the nurse had so graciously dimmed the lights for you, and you crawled into the bed and lied down, covering your face with your hands. Your body was still aching, even after all this time had passed. Your back was throbbing; you hadn’t seen it yet but you knew that it was bruised to hell. Who knows, maybe you did have some cracked ribs. All because of your absolute stupidity. All because of your-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone calling your name. You sat up, only to hear the voice getting closer and closer. Other voices were heard as well, shouting at someone to stop running down the hallway screaming. As you sat on the edge of your bed, the door flung open. Taehyung stood at the door; face flushed as he gasped for air. His entire face beat red, either from running or crying or both. Before he could say anything else, his legs buckled.

“Tae!” You gasped, getting out of the bed and hurrying over to him. As you knelt down to help him to his feet, he quickly stopped you.

“Get back in bed, are you nuts!? Don’t worry about me, I’m okay…” letting out another choke for air, he rose to his feet and took you with him, leading you back to the bed. “What happened to you!?”

“I’m fine.” You assured.

“Yeah, that’s why you’re in the hospital!” He pouted. “Hoseok called me and told me Weong-Bin beat the shit out of you!”

“He didn’t beat the shit out of me.” You scoffed. “He knocked me around a bit, it’s not a big deal.”

“Stop trying to defend him!” Tae snapped. “The doctor told me you have a concussion, and possibly broken ribs and you don’t’ think that’s a big deal?!” You flinched at the sound of his voice, looking away from him. Taehyung blinked. “…I’m sorry…” he said softly, sitting down beside you. Being careful not to hurt you, he quickly wrapped his arms around you and gave you a hug, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around him too, hugging him tightly as you heard him let out a shaky sigh. “I got here as fast as I could. I was so worried…Please, don’t say this isn’t a big deal.”

“Okay…” you said softly.

“What happened?”

“He beat me up and said I was trying to ruin his family by being with Hoseok. He was the one manipulating Min Ja to think that Hoseok was trying to ruin our family too…that’s why she’s been so anxious.” Taehyung lifted his head from your shoulder, and you smiled a bit. “I tried to talk to him but he just exploded….” Taehyung looked at your cheeks, seeing that they were red, hints of bruising showing up in certain areas. You blinked, noticing that he was looking. “Is it bad?” you asked. “…I’ve been too scared to look in the mirror…”

“It’s…it’s red and bruised…” he said softly. “Do you want me to try and get you some ice or something?”

“No, I’m fine.” You said.

“I’m going to kill him.” Taehyung said. “I always knew he would escalate to physical violence! How can he do something like this?!” He sighed. “Tell me you’re pressing charges.”

“The cops are coming back tomorrow to talk to me again and get all the test results.” You assured. “…I never thought I’d have to press charges like this.”

“Well, it’s about time. He shouldn’t be doing this to you. He shouldn’t have done it when you were married, either. He needs to finally pay for what he’s been doing.” You nodded, and Taehyung pulled you back into a tight hug. You sighed, putting your hand on his hair, trying to calm him down. The last thing you wanted was for him to be upset on your behalf.

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“How is she doing?” Hoseok asked phone pressed to his ear as he paced the living room floor.

“She’s doing well. I stayed until visiting hours ended. From what I gather, they’re giving her something to eat and she said she’s going to bed.” Taehyung hummed. He was just getting into his car as he spoke to Hoseok. “But she seems to be feeling better. She’s just upset about everything that happened.”

“Well, I don’t blame her.” Hoseok said.

“How are you doing? Need me to come by?”

“Nah.” He said. “I think I can handle it. I got the girls to go to sleep without much issue.” He beamed proudly as he heard Taehyung laugh on the other end. “Just head home and get some rest. Thanks for checking up on her.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything.” Taehyung said. After saying their goodbyes, Hoseok hung up the phone and sighed, plopping down on the couch. The girls were a bit of a handful tonight, Min Ja’s anxiety only increasing as she watched her mother be led off to the hospital. She kept trying to ask Hoseok about it all thorough dinner and their bedtime routine, but he kept saying that you would tell her all about it when you got home. It was an answer she didn’t want to hear, but she eventually gave up and stopped asking him. She simply lied in her bed, nuzzling under her covers, and gave a quiet ‘Goodnight’ before Hoseok left the girls to sleep. He gave you a lot of credit, being a parent was really difficult, and this was the first time he ever really got to experience it first-hand. Babysitting was never intense, but he was never left alone and expected to cook dinner, get the girls ready for bed and get them to actually fall asleep on his own!

“Ahhhh…” Hoseok got up, running a hand through his hair as he began pacing the kitchen and living room. He was running too high on adrenaline to simply sit down. All he could do was think about you, sitting in the hospital room all by yourself, probably absolutely devastated and sore. He wished he could be there with you, but he had no choice but to wait until tomorrow when the girls were in school. “What am I supposed to do tomorrow when they wake up tomorrow and she’s not home? I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it…” Groaning, he glanced towards the shattered flower pot. “Oh yeah…I need to clean this up…” He grabbed the dustpan that was in the kitchen and walked over, squatting down and dusting up the contents that were scattered all over.

I can’t believe he thinks he can just break stuff in a house he doesn’t even own. Hoseok thought to himself, a pout forming on his lips. I know this had to have scratched her up a bit, poor thing… As he continued to clean up the mess, he stood up and brought the full dustpan to the kitchen, dumping the contents into the garbage can. Just as he finished, dusting his hands against his pants, he heard footsteps behind him. “Hm?” Quickly, he turned around. Standing before him was Min Ja. Her hair was a bit messy from tossing and turning in her sleep, some of it sticking out in various directions. She was tugging at her nightgown at the bit, biting her lip as she hid behind the little wall that divided the kitchen and living room entrance.

“Oh, Min Ja?” he hummed, walking over to her. He knelt down, but she stepped back a bit. “What’s wrong?”

“Mommy isn’t home yet…” she said softly. “I can’t sleep…I keep thinking about Mommy…” Hoseok smiled a bit, offering her his hand. She took his hand and he stood up, walking her to the couch. As both of them sat together, Hoseok ran a hand through his hair. “Do you want some milk or something?”

“No…,” she said softly. “…Will Mommy be home soon?”

“I think she’ll come home tomorrow. The doctors just want to be sure she’s okay, I told you that already.”

“She looked bad when she went. She had bruises and marks…”

“I know…” he said softly.

“Do you know why?” she asked curiously. Hoseok felt his heart begin to race. He had no idea how to explain domestic abuse to a five-year-old! Should he even try?! Crap…

“Well, that’s not something that I can tell you. That’s something only you’re Mom can tell you…”

“Why?” she asked curiously.

“I just can’t. It happened to you Mom, so your Mom has to tell you. Would you be happy if I told people something about you? Something that maybe you wanted to keep to yourself?” Min Ja shook her head. “Exactly. So, for now, all we can do is be happy and nice to Mommy when she comes home tomorrow until she’s ready to tell us what happened, okay?” Min Ja nodded, finally starting to understand. “…How about you? Do you feel okay?”

“No, not really…” she said. “My head always hurts now…and I cry a lot more. And when you and Mommy put me to bed, it takes a long time before I can go to sleep…” Hoseok sighed, rubbing her back gently. She crawled into his lap and hugged him tightly. “I’m a big girl, I’m not supposed to cry anymore…” Hoseok chuckled rubbing her back.

“Awww, Min Ja, just because you’re a big girl doesn’t mean you don’t need to cry…”

“My friends in class say I shouldn’t cry anymore.”

“Well, I’m sure one day you’ll see your friends cry too. Everyone cries, even grown-ups.” Min Ja pouted, her arms squeezing around his neck a bit tighter. “Do you need to cry now?” Min Ja shook her head.

“No…I don’t think so…” She hummed. Hoseok nodded.

“You have school tomorrow, Min Ja, so why don’t we cry to go back to bed?” Min Ja was silent for a moment. “I’ll sit with you until you fall asleep, okay?” Finally giving in, she nodded. Hoseok stood up, keeping her in his arms as he walked to the bedroom. Once inside, he was quiet, so to not wake up Hyo Bin. Min Ja crawled into bed, and Hoseok sat down on the floor beside her bed. “There, get alllllll comfy, okay?” he whispered softly, smiling. Min Ja nuzzled under the covers, grabbing her stuffed animal, Bora, and holding it close to her chest. “All cozy?”

“Mhm…” she said softly. “You promise you’ll stay until I go to sleep?” Hoseok nodded, smiling a bit.

“I promise…” Min Ja’s little lips turned into a tight frown.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hobi…” she said softly. Hoseok blinked.

“Sorry for what?” he asked curiously. He could see Min Ja shift in the darkness and reached a hand out to stroke her hair. “Sorry for what, Min Ja?”

“Daddy…. made me think you weren’t nice…” She finally said, and he could hear her voice crack. “And that you couldn’t move in with us because it would make him sad…”

“Oh…” Hoseok said.

“But you are nice. Super nice….” She said. Hoseok chuckled a bit. “And Mommy always said when I do something wrong, I need to say I’m sorry…” Hoseok smiled. “I want you to live with us….”

“…. Yeah?” he asked softly. Min Ja nodded. “I would absolutely love that…” He said happily. “I’m sure Mommy will be happy too…”

“…Oh!” Min Ja gasped, sitting up, and startling Hoseok a bit. She reached over to her end table, turning on the light. It flooded the room, and Hoseok heard Hyo Bin groan in annoyance, though she didn’t wake up. Min Ja lifted up her pillow, before pulling out a small picture. “This fell out of Mommy’s purse….” She said softly, handing it to him. He took it into his hands, looking down at it. As he stared at it, an eyebrow raised a bit. It was…a sonogram? One that showed just barely the first few weeks of pregnancy. But, as he looked up at the date, he noticed something. The date was…waaay to early to be a sonogram of Min Ja. It was…two years too early. He blinked, glancing up at Min Ja, who was just staring at him curiously.

“…This was in Mom’s purse, huh?” he asked. Min Ja nodded. “Do you know what this is?”

“It’s a baby…” she said. “Mommy showed me ones with me and Hyo Bin. Who is that?” She asked curiously. Hoseok glanced back down at the picture, feeling his mind begin to race. Why on earth was he just seeing this now?! How come he wasn’t told that she had another baby?! Where on earth was the other baby?! “…Mr. Hobi?” He glanced up. “Who is it?”

“…I don’t know…” he said softly. “It’s not you, and it’s not Hyo Bin…”

“Oh….” She blinked. Hoseok sighed, turning back to Min Ja and smiling a bit.

“Alright, time to head to sleep…,” he said, gently laying her down. “It’s really late, and I don’t want you to be tired for tomorrow…” Min Ja nodded, holding her doll tightly as she closed her eyes tightly. Hoseok chuckled. “Want me to stay?” Min Ja nodded, her eyes still closed. “Okay…” he rested his back against the side of the bed, turning off the light and allowing darkness back into the room. “Goodnight, Min Ja…” he said softly.

He wasn’t sure how long he was sitting in the room, but he was a little while. He just kept staring at the picture in his hands. Despite the darkness in the room, he felt as though he had the image burned into his mind. He couldn’t understand it, he didn’t understand how it was fitting together! Once he saw that Min Ja was fast asleep, snoring lightly as she clutched tightly onto her doll, he stood up and left the room. With the door closed, he hurried into the bedroom and turned the light on.

He sat on the bed, finally able to look at the picture in the light. The baby was barely visible, so tiny, probably about the size of a lime. Your name was right on the top, along with the hospital you were at, and the doctor who was giving you the ultrasound. He kept looking back at the date of the sonogram. It was dated exactly 6 weeks…. after he and you had broken up.

….and he was just learning about this now?

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[nightbts]

epiphany | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook + reader 

genre: fluff/angst + college!au 

word count: 3.6k 

parts: 1 | 2 |  3

you hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. but why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? and why did he feel the same way?

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a failing grade, Y/N.” Mr. Ransford frowned, “You should’ve saved your work somewhere separately you know?”

Your lips parted in complete shock as you gaped at him, his words suddenly coming crushing down on you. 

“B-But you don’t understand! It wasn’t my fault— ” you stammered, your hands flailing around in a frenzy as you attempted to explain your dire situation to your psychology professor.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I’m afraid we can’t discuss this right now. I have a class in 2 minutes. We’ll talk later, hm?” he said as you sighed, your shoulders slumping in utter defeat.

He patted your shoulders in sympathy as you walked out of the door, tears welling up in your eyes as you thought of all your hard work that was now flushed down the drain. All because of one boy.

That damn Jeon Jungkook.

//

“YOU!” you raged as you approached the boys, a deadly glare in your eyes. Grabbing Jungkook by the collar of his t-shirt, you pulled him up from the belachers where he and the rest of his friends were sitting. A chorus of gasps followed, mouths going agape as they witnessed their golden maknae get physically handled by you. 

“Y/N~ What a pleasure,” Jungkook mused, giving you a lazy smirk.

Your blood boiled at the audacity the boy had, to address you in such a way after he had destroyed your chance at a good grade— heck a good year of college. Without thinking first, you lifted your hand and slapped him across the face, the contact shooting vibrations of pain down your arm as the noise echoed in the air. Immediate silence followed, everyone looking at the two of you with rounded eyes as Jungkook himself, was in shock.

You stood there, your chest rising up and down, breathing heavy as you glowered at him. His hands flew to his cheek as he let out a stream of curse words, his gaze landing on yours, fire kindling in his eyes as he reddened in embarrassment.

“What the FUCK Y/N?!” He raged as you pulled your hand away, surprised at your own actions but not an ounce of regret in what you did.

“Jeon Jungkook, Do you have any idea how damn hard I worked on that paper?!” you screaamed, your lips trembling as you bit your cheek from crying in front of them.

“I haven’t had proper sleep for the last 72 hours cause I’d been working on that every minute I could because I genuinely, unlike some of you—,” you glared at the rest of his friends, “—care about their damn grade and wanna actually pass their classes!”

As Jungkook shut his mouth, his face contorted into confusion as he blinked at you innocently. You scoffed at the fact he could do what he did, such a horrible thing to you and yet sit there with a guiltless look in his doe-shaped eyes.

“I don’t know what I did to you Jungkook,” you voice finally cracked, tears falling down your cheeks,“ I don’t know why you hate me so much, but even this was low. This was way low.”

Clutching your bag closer to your side, you whispered, “I can’t believe you.” before you spun around, running away before the rest of them could hear and see the sobs that racked through your petite body.

Jungkook looked after you, a conflicted look in his eyes, as he felt his heart crush into the smallest pieces in his chest.

He didn’t mean to make you cry, he didn’t realize how big of a deal it was, and by the passing second as your figure disappeared from his sight, the immense feeling of regret came crashing down as the sight of your tear stained face was imprinted in his head.

“Fuck.” he exhaled, as he hung his head down low in complete shame.

“Damn Kookie, you have her pissed! I’ve never seen Y/N that mad before!” Taehyung chortled as Hoseok laughed beside him.

Jungkook shot a glare at Taehyung, as he grunted, “Shut up hyung.”

“Why are you so upset? I thought you always messed with her—”

“But she’s never cried before! And she’s never been this mad—” Jungkook yelled as he got up from the bleachers, “A-and…And..”

“And what?” Jimin spoke up for the first time since you left, looking up at Jungkook as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“And I just, I don’t know, I think—” 

“—you like her.” Jimin finished with a slight shake of his head as Jungkook shut his eyes closed tightly, yet nodding at Jimin’s words. 

All the boys around Jungkook around him all let out loud groans, Namjoon started to yell at the younger for his stupidity while Yoongi sat there shaking his head at him.

Hitting the back of his head, Jin scolded, “Why would you act that way if you liked her you idiot? This isn’t no rom-com movie where things magically workout like that, stupid!”

“I–I don’t know! I just don’t know how else to talk to her without messing with her and her reactions are always so cute, her nose crinkles up and her lips turn into a pout and–”, Jungkook stammered out, “God, Hyung what am I supposed to do?” sighing into his hands in exasperation.

“Go tell Mr. Ransford first and then apologize to Y/N and see if you can fix her grade, you ass.” Jimin remarked.

Jungkook nodded and said,“ You’re right, I should probably do that—”

“You know you're going to get into big trouble for this right?” Taehyung asked.

Jungkook let out a humorless laugh, “I deserve it don’t I?”

With that, Jungkook slung his backpack across his shoulder before walking off,  leaving the six boys behind as they all looked at him with mixed looks of pity, disappointment, and sympathy for him.

“Is it just me, or did he deserve that slap?” Jimin snorted, the others laughing in agreement.

//

“Y/N, are you sure you’re okay?” Seulgi asked you for the tenth time that day as you sat in the middle of your bed, your eyes dry of tears, looking absolutely lifeless.

“Yes. I’m fine,” you said monotonously, not even moving once.

Seulgi sighed and sat down in from of you, “Y/N, I know you worked really hard on this but don’t you think you should’ve saved it on your laptop too?”

Scoffing, you narrowed your eyes at her and retorted, “Kang Seulgi, are you saying what Jungkook did wasn’t his fault and was mine?!”

Shaking her head quickly as she sensed the anger rising within you, something she desperately did not want to experience ever again.

“No!! Of course, it’s his fault!! It’s just—you should’ve been more careful Y/N...” she trailed off softly, shooting you a sheepish smile.

“Ugh, whatever, just leave me alone.” you moped as you slumped back against your pillow, pointing towards the doorway, “Go have fun with your boyfriend or something.”

//

You were laying flat on your bed, mindlessly playing with the ends of your hair when your cell phone rang beside you. Not bothering to check the caller ID, you picked up, sighing into the phone.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Y/N?” your professor's voice said questioningly into the phone.

Shooting up from your bed, you responded immediately, “Yes! Yes Mr.Ransford, it’s me, Y/N!”

“Ahh yes, I was hoping I would get the right number. I just wanted to tell you that I would like to meet you tomorrow 15 mins before class starts in regards to your paper.”

Biting your lip, you thought, Is he going to let it go? Will he really not give me an F?!

“Y/N?”

“Oh! Yes! Of course Mr. Ransford! I can definitely come!!” you grinned happily on the other end at the thought of a possible chance at explaining yourself and getting a decent grade in return.

“Well then, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’ll be there!” you gleamed as you ended the call, falling back against your bed, sighing in relief at the thought of tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be a better day.

//

Today was not any better than yesterday.

Making your way towards your Psychology class, with a hint of hope left in you, you saw Mr. Ransford talking to a student who’s back was turned to you. As you walked inside, the student turned around at the sound of you opening the door, his brown eyes meeting yours, making the rage within in you emerge again.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded, walking towards him, as he winced at your tone.

“Now Y/N…” Mr.Ransford warned as I let out a frustrated sigh and protested, “Mr. Ransford, you do know that he’s the one who ruined—sorry destroyed my flash drive that had my paper on it!”

He nodded, a frown on his face as he looked at Jungkook who stood beside you, his hands clasped together in front of him in shame.

“I’m aware of the situation, Y/N, as Jungkook here came to me yesterday and told me everything that happene—”

“Then why aren’t you doing anything?! I mean this proves it right? That I didn’t do anything wrong?!” you questioned angrily, ignoring the look of regret that plagued Jungkook’s face.

“Well in the least it is still partially at your fault as a responsible student would have it saved in several places, so in compromise, I’ve taken away both your papers for the quarter grade and am going to assign the two of you a project which will be completed in 3 weeks max,” Mr.Ransford announced, a finality in his voice.

You were at a loss for words.

You, of all people, did not deserve this. What did you do for this to happen? What sin did you commit in your past life to deserve this?

“Mr. Rans—?” you started.

“Wai—! ” Jungkook said in alarm.

“No buts the both of you. I will not have students with such hateful relationships in my class. You know how I treat all of you, like my own family. So you two are going to figure out your differences and work together for this project, and that is final.”

//

“I don’t know if you know by now, but I hate you,” you grumbled as the two of you walked out of Mr. Ransford’s class, waiting outside for the bell to ring.

He rubbed the back of his head and said slowly, “I’m sorry about your flash drive, I didn’t realize it would break—”

“Right, throwing it across the hallway against the wall would leave it completely intact,” you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I swear to god, Jungkook, give me back my flash drive.” you seethed as Jungkook tauntingly tossed your flash drive from his left to right hand, back and forth.

“You mean this?” he dangled in front of you, as you reached up to get it, your height being an evident problem as he was a good bit taller than you were.

“Jungkook, please...” you pleaded, really desperate at this point. You had worked so hard on this paper and if he didn’t give it back to you, you didn’t know what you’d do.

“You good at catching?” he offered as you raised your eyebrows at that, “What are you sayi—NO!”

Your flash drive flew mid-air towards you but at a distance too high for you to reach, even if you were as tall as 7 ft. You jumped as high as you could, but seconds later, you flash drive hit the wall behind you, when you heard a small crack.

You stared at your flash drive in horror, as it now was several pieces scattered on the floor.

“Shit…”  a voice murmured behind you, as you turned around, the boy giving you a quick wide-eyed glance before bolting out of the scene, leaving you standing there in unregistered shock at your now destroyed flash drive.

Giving you an apologetic smile, he said, “Guess I underestimated my strength?”

“And your aim…” you muttered folding your arms against your chest as you thought of how horrible the next three weeks were going to be for you.

//

“Where are we going?” Jungkook asked as he followed you like a lost dog, while you walked on forward not even looking at him.

“My dorm room,” you stated when Jungkook chuckled nervously, “Wow Y/N…I didn’t know you were like tha—”

“Hey!” you exclaimed as you hit his shoulder, you face flushing red as you realized how provocative that had sounded.

“Man, do you have a habit of hitting people or what?” he complained, as he rubbed his shoulder where you had hit him.

“Do you have a habit of ruining peoples’ lives and destroying their grades?” you retorted back, rendering Jungkook speechless as he shut his mouth in an instant.

“I swear it was a mistake, I really didn’t mean to do—”

“Y/N! Babe!”

At the sound of the voice calling your name, you went still as Jungkook started to look back when you pulled his arm forward.

“Please don’t look back and just ignore him,” you begged in a whisper when you heard him call your name again. Jungkook complied, yet a small frown filled his face as his curiousity itched him to ask you why. 

“Hey, why you ignoring me babe?” the voice asked, much closer than before, as he grabbed your arm and spun you around, a small yelp escaping your lips as you faced him.

“Dongwan! Can you please leave me alone…okay?” you pleaded, as you tried to pry his hands off of your arm.

“Y/N, why won’t you just listen to me? All I want is one date, one date to show you how good I can treat you, how good I can make you feel,” he said, giving you a lazy smirk that made you recoil in disgust.

“Well I don’t want to and I’m sorry, just go ask someone else—” you started when Dongwan sneered, “I don’t want to ask anyone else, you little b—”

“Hey, bro, can’t you get a hint when a girl isn’t interested in you?” a voice beside you piped up, as you looked at Jungkook in surprise.

Dongwan smirked, “Jeon, nice to see you sticking up for your lady friend here but I saw her first.”

Jungkook grabbed Dongwan’s hand from your arm and forcefully pried him off, shooting him a deadly glare, before saying, “Well, honestly I could care less, but you're making my lady friend uncomfortable and I don’t think I can stand that.”

Dongwan scoffed as he pulled his hand away, giving you a look of disgust before saying, “Whatever, you weren’t even worth it. It was just a bet to see how long it’d take me to get you in bed.” as he turned around, a string of curse words leaving his mouth.

You stood there, biting your lip as his words started to haunt your mind when you heard Jungkook call your name.

“Huh?” you said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I asked you if you were okay?” he said softly, his eyes searching your face for an answer when you nodded slightly, holding your wrist where Dongwan had held you, his tight grip leaving an aching feeling behind.

His eyes drifted down to your wrist as he gently took it in his hands, rubbing the spot where Dongwan held you, as you looked at Jungkook in bewilderment.

Was Jungkook being nice to you?

Pulling your hand away quickly, you cleared your throat and mumbled a quick thank you, before making your way to your dorm, your cheeks flared with embarrassment. Your heart was beating quicker than usual, and for some reason you decided to ignore it, not wanting to admit the truth to yourself that it was because the boy following close behind you.

//

“So what have we done so far?” he questioned, as he spun around on your chair, chewing on the end of his pencil.

“You mean what have I done so far?” you asked incredulously as he shot you a look of disbelief.

“Hey, I did some work too!” he protested, his lips jutting out in a pout, causing you to let out a small laugh as he resembled a little boy, a smile making its way on his own face.

It had almost been two weeks since the two of you had been assigned the project, and since then you’d been working on it every day, it being an exhaustive and long project that involved way too many steps and requirements.

But even through that, it surprised you how easy it was to talk to Jungkook, besides the usual bickering and arguments. You almost forgot that this was the boy who you hated with a passion and couldn’t stand just weeks ago, as he transformed into a whole new person in front of you.

“We still need to send out the surveys to people to get some data for the research,” you commented as you stood up from your bed, and walked towards your desk, leaning over his shoulder in attempts to open up your pre-made survey.

You heard him take in a sharp breath when you realized just how close you were to him, your face just centimeters away from his own, making your own breathing shallow.

“I—,” you gulped, “It’s in t-that folder.” you pointed out before backing away, finally able to breathe as Jungkook, usually full of words and talk, simply nodded and opened up the folder with the surveys in it.

“So should we print them and send them out, or digitally email them?” he finally asked after a while, as he pulled up the document that had a series of questions about your project.

“I think we should just send it as a link into all the group chats we have, and maybe even the school facebook page? We could get results faster that way,” you suggested, as Jungkook nodded in agreement.

“Let’s do that then, and do you wanna make the online survey or—?”

Waving your hand in the air, you replied, “Yea, I got it.” as you slumped back against your pillows, pulling up a survey maker on your laptop.

As you looked at the time in the corner of your screen reading 12:30 am, you let out a small yawn, one which Jungkook didn’t fail to notice. His lips tugged upwards into a small smile as he saw you rub your tired eyes, blinking as you started to type away onto your laptop.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but minutes later, your eyes had started to droop and you were fast asleep within seconds.

“Y/N, I finished the rough draft for our intro, do you wanna proof-read it?” Jungkook asked as he continued to look straight ahead at his screen, finishing typing up his last sentence.

At the lack of response from your side, he started again, “Y/N, did you hear me—Oh.”

Raising his eyebrow, he bit his lip from laughing aloud, as he noticed your sleeping figure on the bed, your head hanging to the side as soft snores escaped you.

Walking towards you, he took your laptop from your lap and made sure to save your work before putting it away. Gently lifting your head, in careful attempts to not try to wake you, he slowly moved you so that you were now laying flat, placing you in a more comfortable position.

You let out a small sigh, causing Jungkook to freeze in his tracks, your eyes fluttering at the slightest, just to hum in content before snuggling deeper into the bed.

Jungkook had the widest grin on his face as he felt his heart swell in his chest at how adorable you managed to look, your nose all scrunched up, your hair framing your face in soft curls, bringing out the faint blush on your cheeks.

Tucking you in, he pulled your blanket up to your neck before he turned away when he felt something grasp his wrist, tugging at it. He turned around, eyes widening in alarm as your hand tightened, a small whine slipping past your lips, muttering something along the lines of ’don’t go.’

His lips parted in surprise as you tugged him harder, pulling him onto your bed within an instant.

“Y/N!” he yelped softly as he tried to get off when you whined again, pulling him even closer when he realized that you were still asleep and doing this subconsciously.

Several thoughts ran through Jungkook’s head as he knew this was a bad idea, knew that if he stayed things could go very wrong when you woke up and that he could possibly even ruin the budding friendship between you too.

But he couldn’t help himself.

Not when you looked that cute, your soft pink lips parted slightly, your breathing steady as he could feel the warmth radiating from you, seeming so inviting.

“Fuck it,” Jungkook muttered under his breath turning off the lights as he slid in next to you, laying down on his side, facing you.

Immediately you leaned in towards him, snuggling against his body, a sigh of content escaping your lips as Jungkook felt his heart thunder in his chest. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile warmly at you, tugging the stray pieces of hair behind your ear gently, as he stared at your face in wonder.

How were you so pretty, even at ungodly hours like now?

He wrapped his arms around your waist, gently pulling you closer to him, inhaling your vanilla scent that he came to love so much.

Just for a little while, he thought. He’d wait till you fell asleep completely and then he’d leave, at least that’s what he told himself. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he whispered, “Good night Y/N,” before his own eyes closed, sleep consuming him.

[kookienomster3]

I Want The Headline (Pt. 48)

Written By: suga-of-daegu BTS Fanfiction Angst WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Mafia/Gang

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“I don’t remember why I love her.”

Taehyung eyed Jungkook oddly, head tilting to the side. That certainly wasn’t a conversation he anticipated having. The older of the two licked his lips, handcuffs clinking together as he raised his hands up to scratch at this temple. The room was too warm, he noted, and warm temperatures tended to make Jungkook rather testy. He’d have to be careful with his wording.

He had wondered when his brother was finally going to go pay him a visit. In the past Jungkook was rather speedy in getting his father to get the other organization members free, but right now it looked like he was stalling. Taehyung’s eyes boredly passed over the slouch in Jungkook’s shoulders; he’d bet money it had everything to do with you. He should have killed you when he had the chance. Whatever the hell you were doing or saying to Jungkook was clouding his judgement.

The family came first. That was the first rule.

Had he forgotten the rules so quickly?

“Jungkookie.” Taehyung’s low voice rumbled. Jungkook lifted his gaze to Taehyung’s unusually stern expression. Why did it sound like he was about to be scolded? Perhaps voicing his troubles with you to Tae wasn’t the best of ideas, but there was no one else to talk to about them. Didn’t you say talking things out was the best way? Quietly, the man studied his younger brother. Jungkook had dark bags under his eyes, ruffled hair partially hidden under a knit cap and rumpled clothes concealed by his jacket. “What are the rules?”

“Number one: Family first.” He whispered softly,“The boss before all.” He added after a breath. His head bowed, a bit shameful that he had broken the first rule so easily. How had he gone so long without being punished for it? Jungkook fell silent, hands wringing together as he struggled to continue. He knew he had broken the second rule as well. “Tae, I-”

“Number two, Jungkook.” Taehyung hissed. “What’s the second rule?”

“If they’re not family, they’re the enemy.” He mumbled gruffly. His hands started to sweat; yes, your weren’t in the family technically, but you were there. You were with them, shouldn’t that have meant something? Jungkook considered you family couldn’t that be enough? He licked his lips, Taehyung was just going to make him list all the rules.

All the reasons why he shouldn’t be wasting his time with you.

But the rules were just rules, they didn’t take into account how he felt. Or at least, how he thought he felt. Tae nodded slowly,“She’s not family. Three?”

“If it’s for only you, then it’s not for the family and it needs to be cut out.”

Taehyung held his hands up smugly, an arrogant gaze plastered across his face as he shook the handcuffs on his wrists. “You’ve been stomping all over that rule, haven’t you? Four?”

“The boss’ word is law.”

“Hm, I’m pretty sure Namjoon’s told you to stay away from her or something along those lines and yet..you’re still chasing her down even when she’s trying to avoid you. Five?”

“You don’t leave family.”

Taehyung laughed out loud, dramatically looking around the small conference room. “And where the fuck is the family? Stuck in this shithole while you dance around town. You’re on a roll with breaking the rules, Jungkookie. I don’t even think Namjoon’s favoritism towards you is gonna keep you safe. Six?”

Jungkook closed his eyes. He didn’t want to reminded of how he had broken this rule. “You don’t cross family.”

Surprisingly, Taehyung didn’t give an examples, instead just moving onto the final rule. It wasn’t always a rule, it only sprang up after Namjoon had announced that he wanted Jungkook to one day take his place. Many members had been angered by the biased addition, but Namjoon had made it simple and clear.

And left no room for argument.

Taehyung blankly stared across the table at the suddenly pale man. “Seven?”

“Jeon Jungkook can never leave the family.”

“I think by breaking all the previous rules, you’ve pretty much broken the last one, don’t you think?” Tae scratched his chin,“But you’re family and we protect each other. You know this, I know it, Namjoon hyung knows it.” He rubbed at his eyebrow,“Before all this shit happened, Namjoon and I were talking about the girl. She’s…there’s something wrong with her. There something wrong with the whole way she came into our group.” Tae watched his younger brother lift his head up curiously,“Choi Yoongi traded her for a ring; his fiancee’s ring. It’s fucking weird, but I guess he loved her that much, I don’t know. She said she didn’t know Yoongi at all and that she was abducted on account of her brother, Jin. Then she’s put in the Waiting Room because what the fuck else are we supposed to with her, right? And the first thing she does is pick you out of everyone in that book, weird right?” He leaned forward lowering his voice,

“Not only does she pick you, she fucking attaches to you and pretty soon all you’re doing is seeing, breathing, thinking, speaking about her. At first, I didn’t pay any attention to it, but after watching her and how she acted, she reminded me of someone. Remember Yojun?”

Jungkook furrowed his brows, “I..I don’t think so.”

“Well, Yojun worked for Choi, he said he was a lower ranking, but he saw some things.. gave up a few secrets on his own that proved useful and Namjoon left him in. Yojun got to know almost everyone in the organization. He spent a lot of time downtown with the Jungkook posed as a busboy. Those two were always together. You probably don’t know him, you never talk to anyone. Well fast forward to the warehouse before the fucking devil, Hoseok showed up; who’s she crying all over? Big brother Jin.” Taehyung hissed,“Who looks an awful lot like Yojun who had just disappeared one day.”

Jungkook felt his heartbeat speed up. It made too much sense. He angrily ripped his hat off, throwing it at his feet. A burning sensation built up behind his eyes, but he grit his teeth holding it back. Now wasn’t the time to cry like some hurt little kid. “Her brother told her to choose ‘Jungkook’ in the Waiting Room?”

“And she fucking picked the wrong one.” Taehyung murmured,“Hence why she stuck to you so quick and tried to skip as soon as she saw what you were really like.”

“She said she loves me.”

The handcuffed man softly whispered as he met Jungkook’s confused stare. “I’m sure she doesn’t know why she supposedly loves you.”

Jungkook shook his head, burying his face in his hands. “She knows why.” he muttered,“She knows exactly why and exactly when. She might have picked me by mistake, but she’s been with me. She knows me and what I’m like and she still said she loves me. She loves me and I..I don’t know how I feel about her.” He bit his bottom lip harshly,“I..I’ve spent so much time and energy trying to get her back and now I can’t even look at her. I can’t talk to her. I can’t kill her or drop her off somewhere or send her to someone else. I don’t know what to do after this. I don’t know what to do with her.”

“The rules, Jungkookie. She’s not family, she needs to be cut out. You can’t just let her go. I’m not going to force you to kill her, but someone has to.” Tae reminded him carefully,“She knows too much about us. She knows too much about both sides.” He worked his hands inside the cuff, absently trying to slip his wrists through them. “You’re the only one on our side who wants her around, but now..you’re not even too sure.” Taehyung subtly shifted his chair back,“Give her to Min.”

“What?” Jungkook blurted out. Yes, he was unsure of what to do with you, but that didn’t mean that his only option was to hand you over to Min Yoongi?

Taehyung blinked slowly,“Jimin is dead and I think she was the one who did it.”

“What makes you so sure? What is your point?”

“She was the last person with him..Something was wrong with him, but then the raid started and I had to go. I left them a gun for protection and when the smoke’s all cleared away he’s dead and she in hysterics.” Taehyung pensively studied the handcuffs,“You didn’t see Jimin like how he was in that room, but he was off. I think he wanted it and she gave it to him. Either way, he’s dead and it’s her fault…and Min’s got a code.”

“I’m not giving her over to Yoongi so she can be killed.” Jungkook growled,“He’s fucking hurt her enough.”

Taehyung sighed loudly, “Didn’t you come to me because you’re confused and need help? Why are you throwing out all my ideas?” Suddenly, the man slammed his hands down onto the table between them,“I’m trying to pretend I give two shits about that bitch, but you’re making it hard Jungkookie. Fucking kill her and everything will be fine again. Park Jimin wanted her dead for a reason,” Taehyung murmured, “And the more I see her, the more I think that whatever reason he had was a pretty damn good one.”

“She hasn’t done anything to anyone!”

“Stop defending her!” Taehyung shouted,“You don’t even know why you’re still around her, stop defending her! You gonna start defending Min fucking Yoongi now, too? Shut your damn mouth and pull your head out of your ass, Jungkook! You don’t owe her anything! The only people you owe are your family! Us! And you’re fucking letting us rot in here, while you play butler to some little bitch who should have died months ago!”

“Tae-”

“Don’t 'Tae’ me, I’m about ready to kill you my damn self for turning on us! We fucking raised you and as soon as some little whore spits out shit about love you’re abandoning us!”

“I didn’t turn on you guys!” He protested, “You’re all still my family, you’re all still first-”

“You came here to talk to me about a girl, Jungkook.” He seethed,“You don’t give a shit about the family.”

“I do!”

“Prove it.”

“What the fuck do you want me to do!?” He yelled,“I’m going to get everyone out. I-I think I’m done with Y/N-”

“You think?” He repeated slowly,“When we’re out, you’re done and she’s Min’s or she’s dead. That’s how you’ll prove it.” Taehyung saw Jungkook’s mouth snap shut, wide eyes unsure. “You’ve got a week to get us out or when we finally do I’m killing her and you if you’re not already dead. You have a week to decide who’s really your family.”

Jungkook sighed heavily,“Tae, can’t I prove it some other-”

Taehyung scoffed at him, standing up from his seat and heading to the door, “You’re not my brother.”

“Tae-!”

“You’re not my brother.”