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m-yg93 · 2 years

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I posted 685 times in 2022

That's 496 more posts than 2021!

284 posts created (41%)

401 posts reblogged (59%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@m-yg93

@kithtaehyung

@jungk0oksthighs

@jeonjcngkook

@sunshinerainbowsbts

I tagged 129 of my posts in 2022

#ptd on stage seoul - 8 posts

#bts smut - 5 posts

#jungkook fic - 5 posts

#jungkook smut - 5 posts

#jk x reader - 4 posts

#jungkook x you - 4 posts

#bts - 4 posts

#jungkook x reader - 4 posts

#jk smut - 4 posts

#jungkook fanfic - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 112 characters

#i don't have money for bail so i'll post again once i'm out of jail for the homicidal spree i'm begging to go on

My Top Posts in 2022:

Surface Pressure

Pairing: KSJ x Reader

WC: 6k

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Rating: T

Warnings: Panic attack, emotional abuse, parental abuse, bullying, mention of mental illness, descriptions of depression and anxiety, mention of JK Rowling (don't support TERFs)

Part of @thebtswritersclub project: “Sentimental”

Banner by @introlxv

Beta’d by @mapleglasses27

Summary: Your life has always had various aspects of pressure. Cracks in the wall at every turn so it's no surprise when it finally breaks. Thankfully there's someone there to help keep you together.

Under the surface, I feel berserk as a tightrope walker in a three-ring circus

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52 notes - Posted March 31, 2022

REMATCH TEASER

Pairing: JJK x Reader ~~ Gamer AU

Teaser WC: 839

Teaser warnings: Mentions of erections and orgasms

Genre: Smut, PWP

Rating: M (minors dni)

Summary: Jungkook’s only interaction with you lasted less than an hour but you’ve ingrained yourself in his mind since. You gave him a taste of a dynamic which he now desperately craves more of. If only you’d answer one of his DMs. Guess he’ll have to up his game.

Taglist open: please comment under this post if you’d like to be added.

☆☆POSTING JULY 31ST 7PM EST☆☆

Jungkook might have overdone it on the cleaning to make sure his place was up to your standards. He had put on his alarm to wake up early and spent the day scrubbing at any surface he could reach. Would you see the top of his kitchen cabinets? Absolutely not. Did he make sure to grab his step stool and eliminate any speck of dust up there? Yes, he did.

By the time he’s done, his clothes are damp with sweat and his head is dizzy from the overpowering lemon scent of his products. He opens up all his windows and turns on the diffusers in every room. His friends often told him he was excessive in the amount of air purifiers he had in his two bedroom apartment. Sorry if he’s sensitive to smells and wants to be able to breathe properly. He’s rushing to jump in the shower when he finally finishes and notices the time. You’ll be here soon and he stinks.

He’s in a matching set of soft sweatpants and a hoodie, hands still furiously rubbing at his wet hair with a towel when the doorbell rings. His heart is in his throat knowing that you’re only a few feet away behind his front door. The doorbell rings a second time, breaking him out of the panic-induced freeze he’d been stuck in.

“Coming!” At least, he sure hoped he would be.

He’s steeling himself with one last deep breath before he throws the door open. He has his most charming smile plastered on his face and a warm welcome on the tip of his tongue. All of which immediately dries up and dies on his lips when he’s finally faced with seeing you in the flesh.

All your streams had you in comfortable clothes, soft fabrics and modest necklines but the woman on his doorstep is a vixen. His eyes are pulled down by a gravitational pull outside of his control. They pass through your hair hanging loosely around your face, pausing at the skin of your cleavage peeking through the low cut of your top, flesh straining against the right fabric across your chest. His gaze continues further down to the pleated skirt that ends dangerously high on your leg, letting a smooth expanse of skin catch his attention before it disappears into your thigh high socks. He’s hypnotized by the soft pudge that is created where the fabric of your sock digs into the meat of your leg. His mind is reeling and thoughts of bite bite bite are bouncing in his empty cranium.

“You’re drooling.” It’s a reflex to bring his hand up to his mouth to check if a little bit of saliva had ended up pooling at the edge of his open lips, but it comes away dry. Just the start of the teasing he knows he’ll be subjected to.

“I- uh, thighs.”

The loud laugh that echoes around him finally breaks him out of his hypnosis. “Yes, very astute. Are you going to let me go inside or are you intent on giving your neighbors a show?” His brows furrow at your words until he follows your eyes down to his groin where his dick had started to press against his sweatpants, forming an embarrassing tent.

His hands are quick to cover up, cheeks heating in humiliation. Why is it always so easy for you to get a reaction out of him? You haven’t done anything at all and here he is, boner out for anyone to see like some horny teenager.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, voice quiet enough for it to only be heard between you. He gets out of the way to open up the doorway for you to come in, then closes the door behind you, making sure to check that nobody in the neighborhood had been privy to this shameful moment.

“I swear I can control myself. I’m not some sort of animal.” It’s only once you’re fully in his living room, eyes drifting to every corner and taking in his space that he notices the black bag you brought along. “What’s in there?”

Your smirk is devious, inching slowly as your eyes darken. “Training materials, of course. You see, I figured out your issue. Your main flaw is your lack of focus and that’s because you’re not actually a gamer, you’re a streamer. You’ve programmed yourself to respond to distractions, like incoming subs and donations so you can reply and interact with your chat. It makes for a good influencer and entertainer, but breaks your skills for whatever game you’re playing.”

“So I have to practice staying focused and ignoring distractions?” he asks. You’re nodding in reply. “Okay, that makes sense. How are we going to do that?”

There’s an evil twinkle in your eye as you drop the bag to the floor, bending down to rip it open and dig your hand in to pull out your so-called ‘training materials’ into his view. His heart beats a little harder as each item is divulged.

165 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

Room For Rent ~ A Bangtan Collab

Living with a roommate isn’t always smooth sailing. Whether it's being plagued by a history of conflict, having met under bizarre circumstances or simply falling in love with the one person you know you shouldn't be falling for. Are you ready to put pen to paper and sign away on that room for rent?

After all, “the fate that brings people together is not a cord so easily cut”

Posting January 2023

*All works in this collab are marked 18+. Minors DNI*

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676 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

Rematch

Pairing: JJK x Reader

WC: 13k

Genre: Smut, PWP

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: Toxic!JK, Mean!Reader, D/s dynamics, teasing, humiliation, praise, degredation, crying, spanking, semi exhibitionism?, oral (m. and f. receiving) butt plug, edging, anal play, face sitting, cuffs, restraints, piercings (nipple and genital), begging, unprotected sex, choking, creampie, pain play, overstimulation

Banner by @introgfx

Beta’d by @sunshinerainbowsbts

Author’s Note: Okay so Have Mercy was supposed to be a One Shot. Then I decided to make a drabble and now I have 13k. I’m a CLOWN. 🤡 Thank you to my moots who let me ramble on about this brat and encouraged me to write. Special thanks to @audreonne for giving me her e-sports knowledge and letting me use her username as OC’s gamertag.

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855 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Have Mercy (on me)

Pairing: JJK x Reader

WC: 9.3k

Genre: Smut, PWP

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: Toxic gamer boy JK, Mean OC, sexism, Subby JK, D/s dynamics, excessive use of petnames, tattoos, piercings (nipples and genital), spit, edging, self asphyxiation, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, praise, NO AFTERCARE

Banner by @introlxv

Beta’d by @amourtae

Part of: Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by @joonscypher, @kookskingdom, & @lavienjin

Summary: Jungkook is finally popular enough to quit his job and make a living off his streaming and he’s very proud of his Master rank. His cockiness takes a turn when an unknown player joins his team and starts talking shit but what’s worse is they’re not just talking the talk but walking the walk. Jungkook ends up humiliated in multiple ways but there’s only one of which he ends up liking.

Authors note: It’s finally here! A special thank you to @audreonne for using her esports knowledge and correcting everything I had wrong with the Overwatch gameplay (because I’m a filthy casual and don’t play) and letting me use her username. Also to my lovely writing net @thebtswritersclub and everyone who supported me with hype and writing alongside me in sprints.

Read the sequel: Rematch

VICTORY

“Let’s get it!” Jungkook whoops as the rest of the boys echo the sentiment in the voice chat. His eyes fall to his Twitch chat, messages zooming by nearly too fast to keep up.

That was a close one!

Honestly thought you were going to lose that round

“Thanks so much for hanging out with us tonight, Goldens. That’ll be all for today’s stream but make sure to tune in tomorrow, it’s our Sub Sunday where we play some more chill games with you guys. We’ll be running some Among Us so keep an eye out on my Twitter for the code drop, 1pm on the dot. We’re going to end this by sending out a raid to my friend BamBam, he’s streaming a blind run of Mario Odyssey right now. He’s a good buddy of mine so send him all the love that I receive here. Good night!”

His face cam closes and his screen is replaced with his usual end stream background that he’ll keep up for another 5 minutes or so as people filter out.

His attention shifts to his dashboard which holds his account statistics. A few people had subscribed during his stream and he can see his new number now nearing 5,000. It had been a grueling few years to get to this point and the exhaustion from working his regular job on top keeping a steady streaming schedule can still be felt in his bones.

He liked his cinematography internship, don’t get him wrong but the freedom of choosing his own work schedule and content was much less of a burden on him creatively. Plus the attention he got from the community he created was good for his ego. Admittedly, half the comments in stream were more about his looks than his gameplay but what’s there to complain about. He gets to play videogames every day and makes enough money to pay his bills and spend frivolously on ridiculous things for a serotonin boost when he needs it.

The voices echoing in his headset brings him back to reality as he watches his viewer count decrease and eventually disappear.

“Hobi’s out since he has to join Yoongi at the studio for a project they’re working on but is everyone else down to stay on and get some practice in? The next season of competitive is starting soon and I want to make sure I’m keeping on top of it.” Jin whines in the background.

The rest of the group all give off varying excitement levels of agreement. They pile into the waiting room but since their team is now missing a player a random added player comes in. Audreonne, master rank. At least they should keep up with them. Their icon flips to Mercy. Strategic teamwork at least, they needed a healer to balance out since Hoseok’s Lucio was now out of the ranks.

The countdown starts and they’re thrown into the game, it’s a familiar map and the guys easily split to their usual procedure. The Mercy player veers away with Namjoon and Tae.

Jungkook’s Widowmaker turns a corner and is instantly double teamed by the opposing Genji and Doomfist.

“Motherfucker,” he mumbles under his breath as the screen indicates eliminated. He respawns and quickly heads back the same way. “Yo, Audreonne, can you stick by me so I can deal with these assholes?”

He’s not waiting for a reply before dropping down into the area he was just eliminated from only to immediately repeat the process and go down again. “Where’s the fucking res, dude?”

The action replay of his death shows no trace of the Mercy player around him. He scoffs, of course, guess that master rank came with more luck than skills.

“Hey, healer, if you’re going to pick support the least you could do is actually fucking support. Get your shit together.”

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1,930 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

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peppertaemint · 2 years

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As sad as I am to admit it, I agree that the vocals have been underwhelming recently. I wonder if it's starting to show that they aren't touring and doing performances as a group as often as they once did. Which would mean they just aren't fit enough to sing and dance the way they used to do. And to anyone who might get offended by me saying this, I don't mean they aren't fit or that they aren't able to sing anymore, just that they were so much more active before and now that they don't have to do back to back concerts all the time, it will affect their endurance and breath control and everything else (and has probably already affected during the past few years with them only doing smaller performances, like they sounded much better in 2020, but they had a massive tour just the year before).

I think I've noticed it worst with Tae. Jungkook's voice sounds more strained these days compared to the effortlessness that stood out to me with his voice when I found bts. He's not bad at all, but he probably doesn't sing on a treadmill anymore to practice (lol). Jimin's voice hasn't been the strongest to begin with, it's beautiful and unique (and he's still my bias), but it has its limits. I'm happy that he's taking vocal lessons, and I hope those lessons help him. Jin's voice to me has sounded the most stable for some reason. And I'm basing my observations on the fact music awards performance (that was painful to listen to) and yesterday's concert since we obviously haven't had any other group performances lately.

The rapline has been a bit off too in their melodic parts, except jhope. But I think since they aren't singers and haven't ever really been too perfectly in tune, it's easy to let them off the hook. Jhope has been the best performer for me lately. And as much as I want to hear what kind of album Jimin will come up with, I am a bit scared of how his voice will manage to hold a whole solo concert if that's what he'll be doing. Though there's nothing wrong with excessively using a backup track either (which I've noticed armys usually consider as some sin if you even mention that the boys use them). Anyway I think I'm going off track here already. It's nice to see I'm not the only one noticing the worse vocals, it's something you can't really mention publicly in army spaces.

The only thing I do wonder is with a few members getting Covid, has that effected their fitness? My fitness has been ruined by Covid. Apparently the only way back is to slowly build it up again and just accept it will be long time (if ever) that you're the same.

But not every member got Covid, and I did notice in the first PTD live stream things just felt off. So, idk. I do think a hiatus--a real one--would be renewing.

And as always... everyone is welcome with their opinions here. Thank you for sharing.

#i mean anon seems spot on with everything #maybe it's a mix of lack of practice and deteriorating fitness for some

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struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor · 1 year

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Ah, I'm afraid of posting this because I'm unsure of my own reasoning. People are going to read this and be like "Duh, we know that", or call me a Jimin anti because of the timing, which is why I also mentioned JK. I'll admit my bias because if JK had gotten that number 1 I would've been way happier, but I keep seeing ridiculous praise about his achievements on Twitter too and I think most of it is bullshit - just like that crap every solo spews about x member being hated by the company.

I don't know how to express this without sounding like I'm shitting on Jimin's hard work and talent, but Armys saying they're so proud of Jimin because he ended kpop (quoting PDogg) and because he got that number 1 on the Hot 100 without any radio play or a collab.... Did Jimin achieve those things, or was it Army? BTS don't have an industry backing them up so it's much harder for their music to be heard by the GP - unless their song is a huge hit, it's hard for the GP to listen to it. I understand this, which is why Army needs to stream and buy the fuck out of their music for it to do well. If Jimin hadn't released a song people generally loved, and if he wasn't super popular even among BTS for all the wonderful things he is and does, he would not have gotten that number 1. But claiming that Jimin achieved this feat all on his own is just untrue. Like Crazy isn't that huge of a hit and Jimin wouldn't have gotten that number 1 without the fans doing the most for him. I'm proud of Jimin too - we wouldn't do that shit for just anyone - but Army should be proud of Army too. Jimin could've worked way less and gotten similar results, simply because he's that loved and Army have been planning for his debut for a long time. Hybe also did a good job helping Army get Jimin that number 1. I honestly feel like this is, first of all, Army's achievement, just like that number 1 for LGO was all Army, or any other solo achievement. Except for Dynamite, Butter, PTD, and My Universe and a few other songs which had GP support, all the success BTS have gotten with their solos has been at least 70% because of Army. It's great that BTS are breaking down barriers and their popularity is undeniable. It's also true that BTS don't have the privilege of their music being shoved down everyone's throats, but, for the most part, BTS's music isn't the kind that goes viral - even if racism and xenophobia weren't an issue.

I don't know how to express this. I'm not trying to rain on Jimin, or BTS's, parade but fans exaggerate so much and I need to get off Army twitter. They talk about Jungkook's huge success with L&R as if Charlie's name and Army's efforts weren't half the reason why the song did well. All of these achievements are way less impressive than Army let's on. Having a fanbase this dedicated is amazing in itself, but it's like when talking about BTS's achievements Armys leave themselves out of the conversation as if they aren't the driving force behind BTS's achievements. I guess you could say this about any celebrity - they usually have money and connections backing them up and very few of them have an organic story of success like BTS's - but I wish fans acknowledged Army's role a bit more. BTS are huge - you have to be to have a fanbase getting you a number 1 on BB without any radio play or playlisting, but, at the same time, Jungkook's talent isn't the main reason why L&R did well, is it? It's why fans love him, maybe, but the song itself would've done just as well even if Jungkook had sounded bad in it.

I really don't know how to phrase this, but, essentially, bragging about BTS going viral when Armys are usually working overtime to make them viral is a bit contradictory. But I guess most things don't go viral by accident.

#bts #jimin #jungkook #text #I'll probably delete this

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whysojiminimnida · 2 years

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Hello YSJ! I was at PTD Day 2 and while the concert was great, I left feeling doubtful about Jikook. All of the Jikook moments during the performance that everyone is cooing over felt like regular friendly interactions rather than “loud” moments (except the butt squeeze which I didn’t see due to being so short). I was hoping to see for myself their love since there’s no better “original content” than what you see with your own eyes, and I saw nothing but professional behavior. Thoughts?

Hi anon, WELL THIS IS LONGER THAN INTENDED OKAY I wasn't there live, but I did catch it via some very kind Friends of the People - well, mostly. I was super tired and also on some rather heavy meds. Also the streams weren't nearly as stable on Day Two. (If it helps I PAID FOR MY DAY FOUR 4K MULTIVIEW HYBE DON'T COME FOR ME) but I saw a number of things that made me coo and sigh and smile. So it might come down to what we saw and personal opinion, but...

Two things: One, moments in real time are FAST. We don't get those sweet slowed-down edits set to Doja Cat grooves that I LOVE LOVE LOVE do not get me wrong, I watch them for fun and ... fun. They are also not reactor vids that go back and catch the same moment twice. Hell, they're not even Weverse translations. A lot gets lost in context onstage. and B., moments in real time are often overshadowed by LIGHTS and LOUD MUSIC and your eyes are literally EVERYWHERE. Rose Bowl, for example, was MUCH LOUDER on video and because it was caught on the big screens and it was long enough that the hyungs had all moved away before it was over - and it still was less than ten seconds long in total. Also, you're looking at stuff from a distance instead of the video and photo closeups we get later:

So if you're at the concert and you are enjoying yourself, as you should, you are probably missing as much as your eyes can catch and interpret just by the nature of the event. And as a hobbit I can empathize also with the short thing, I even lie to my own doctors about my height, they have stopped arguing with me and just adjust my BMI accordingly but WE ALL KNOW I CAN'T SEE SHIT WITHOUT PLATFORMS AND A BUDDY.

This is actually how I started watching edits - because I was missing so much in original content, even in performance video that focused on the guys. But after a few weeks and finding the youtubers I like and don't, (see me for recommendations), I made myself watch original content mainly for context. Korean is an incredibly contextual language - verbal and written translation alone is not nearly adequate to get it into English as it is meant to be. Even good translators have a hard time making it sound as it is intended. Physical moments are QUICK - a brush of a hand on an ass or a chest, or a missed bro bump because Koo was tryna BRIDAL CATCH HIS MAN is so rapid in real time that it is very blink-and-miss-it. But the guys are, in fact, AT WORK when they are onstage and this is something we like to forget. THEY WORKING BB. They damn well better look and act professional or they are gonna hear about it.

And right now there is the military question to contend with. If you are expecting kisses and declarations of love that is not going to happen, not in Vegas, not any time until and unless that is resolved in a manner favorable to a coming-out party. The Korean military does not look kindly upon faggotry of any stripe, not in the guise of fanservice, not in any way at all thank you. Not under the incoming administration - President Yoon is virulently homophobic and so are his cronies and that is not something the Taekookers are taking into account. But for me, I saw SO MANY LITTLE MOMENTS. But I'm not the Jeon-Parks' evangelist - I'm more of a... Jeon Park Roomba? IDK in my house the Roomba is named Dobby and we don't give it socks and sometimes Yoongi tries to ride it so I identify as a Roomba in this story. (Whatever that's my brain sorry) But I am sorry you didn't get to see this:

I guess basically we all see different things, and we can miss a lot in live shows. And if the offstage lives and content they give us combined with the professional, working moments we get from a staged concert (okay the ass grab was... not professional) wasn't enough to keep you thinking they're a couple, then I don't really have any advice for you. Maybe you just see a friendship. And that's okay.

The real question is, do you still love them? Still love BTS? Have a great concert experience? If the answer is "yes", that's all good. :)

#anon #thanks nice anon #ptd vegas #las vegas concert #live vs later #valid points were made #i'm not mad at it #jimin #jungkook #jikook #kookmin #mingguk #minkook #bts #live shows move quick #it's hard to see stuff with all that extra in your face #so i get it #just come on home and watch the videos for the cute stuff you missed while enjoying the full concert experience

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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dionysus vi, m | jjk, ♂wiyllt

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x male wiyllt other pairing(s): yoongi x male wiyllt, jungkook x male wiyllt — important: contains m/m pairing — male OC is male whatifyoulivelikethat aka me, the author ;)

summary: Life is made of moments. Moments with people. Sometimes, the real moments happen when you're not fucking. Wild, huh? Ah, but, other times, exams are looming near and you need to de-stress. What better way to relax than being ordered to make out with your ex-boyfriend from a guy you met on Twitter while both of you are tied-up and having back-to-back orgasms?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; important! male OC and Yoongi are pansexual and Jungkook is (at this point) bisexual; fluff and awkwardness; smut (m/m and m/f pairing, D/s dynamics, begging, praise kink, vibrator use, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, m-and-f receiving oral, choking, handjob, edging, hyung/oppa kink); non-idol!BTS - sub!reader x dom!male OC x sub!JK, sub!Yoongi; switches between yours, Yoongi’s, and Jungkook’s POV; PTD On Stage in LA Yoongi and JK (their changing hair colors become plot points XD)

the yoongi x ♂wiyllt x jungkook love triangle intensifies

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v

“I need you to help me with something.”

“But I can’t–”

“Shh.”

Those mauve lips shut you up with a kiss, his fingers gripping your cheeks, forcing your head still. He drew back slowly, your protests in his inhale, claiming your gaze with dark, dark eyes that told you could do anything.

“It’s just Jungkook. You’ve kissed him before.”

“B-But… I don’t know if I can keep him q-quiet with my kisses… Only you can do that.”

A devilish chuckle as he caressed your jaw. He pressed the pad of his thumb into your lower lip.

“You need practice, don’t you?”

Rolled his thumb up and down, toying with the softness.

“Practice being a good girl, hm?” the man named Dionysus on Twitter purred, low and sensual, his long black hair drifting down and covering part of his left eye, full of danger and desire. Turning your head with his hand, to the left where your ex-boyfriend-turned-sex-friend was laying on the bed. Big brown eyes wide, his silver eyebrow piercing gleaming in the overhead light, a hand that was not his own clamped over his mouth. His hands were bound at the wrists and chained to the silver ring of the black leather collar around his neck, preventing him from using them.

Just like you.

Still, his fingers were reaching up, stroking the wrist of the other man, begging for attention.

“J-Jungkook…” you whispered.

Jeon Jungkook whined, his black hair messy and framing his temples.

The other man clicked his tongue, not yet looking at Jungkook, fixed on you. Leaning down, placing a light kiss on your temple, whispering your name into your hair. You could smell him, herbal and warm, green tea and toasted marshmallow.

“It’s your job to make sure he doesn’t speak,” he murmured, his index finger rising and stroking Jungkook’s cheekbone. “Do a good job and I’ll reward you.”

A hot shiver slid up and down your spine.

The long black hair lifted and light streamed down. His hand on your chin gracefully turned, cupping the back of your head, pulling you closer to Jungkook, those dark brows and big brown eyes you knew well, long fingers leaving his lips, familiar pink lips now adorned with a silver ring. The other male’s head lowered again, but this time to an ear with three silver hoops, white teeth biting the curve, causing Jungkook to whimper against your lips.

You could hear that husky, warning whisper.

“Let us see your obedience.”

He was meaner to Jungkook.

You felt a surge of envy.

You could see that he wanted it too, his pupils dilating at the order.

Then Jungkook's lips pressed against yours and the vibrator in your pussy surged to life.

“Mmmphf!”

You immediately clamped your thighs together, intensifying the vibrations, and Jungkook shoved his face closer to yours, his lip ring indenting the side of your mouth, hungry and desperate kisses, his hands reaching out, clasping tightly and interlocking his fingers with yours. You moaned, shaken from core to lips, and his tongue slid inside your open mouth, rubbing against yours, his clean scent filling your nose, your whimper mixing with his, holding onto him, eyes sliding shut at the waves of pleasure, steady and deliberate, wetter and wetter, building the fire, clenching around the pulsing sensations.

Movement.

Jungkook squeaked, almost breaking the kiss, but you sucked on his tongue roughly, determined to keep him in place, peeking slightly to see his lashes fluttering in ecstasy.

You heard the sound of tongue on skin.

You glanced down.

Dark, dark eyes greeted you with a cocked eyebrow between Jungkook’s spread open legs.

The other man’s hands were on your ex-boyfriend’s thighs, pinning them down. Flexible pink tongue snaking out between dark mauve lips, slowly and leisurely licking the dark red head, lapping up the leaking pre-cum, saliva dripping down the length of Jungkook’s already hard cock, lewd and obvious, not looking away from you.

Your eyes widened, drenching yourself at the sight.

His left thumb slid up and you saw the remote of the vibrator right before you felt the setting abruptly change to a stronger three pulse beat with a breath of stillness in between each one.

Now it was your turn to almost break away, but Jungkook followed, tugging you back, feverish kisses and intense sensations juxtaposed with a second of anticipation before starting again, over and over, falling into a reverie of euphoria. Your thighs squeezed together, your juices leaking between them, drinking in Jungkook’s moans and your eyes drifted down again, seeing his hard length being swallowed all the way to the base.

That piercing gaze caught you again.

Quirked eyebrow, smug and amused.

The tip of that pink tongue flickered out, licking around the curve of Jungkook’s balls, one side and then what you assumed was the other, tipping his head a little to let you see more, so calm as Jungkook was falling apart in your mouth, depraved groans and desperate whimpers, nearly making you wish that you had a dick and balls that could be licked and sucked like that.

Was that what dick envy meant?

The left hand holding the remote raised. A flare of burning desire and want as he waved it in the air, caressing the button, wordlessly asking you if you wanted more, all while leisurely sucking Jungkook’s dick.

Soft, dirty sounds, his cheeks hollowing out in a slow pulse.

You tried to nod, but Jungkook thought you were trying to break free. He clutched your hands and kissed your harder, deeper, more and more kisses, his brows furrowing and eyes closed, unaware of your silent conversation.

Could a man smirk with a mouth full of dick?

This one could.

The man named Dionysus on Twitter pressed the button and began to actually blow Jungkook.

Holy…

Shit!

That was the only thought you could fathom as you were suddenly attacked with furious vibrations, your slick walls clenching around it and sending you into shivering flinches, squirming on the sheets, whining and moaning into Jungkook’s throat, and he was no better, maybe worse, you were too far gone to know, barely able to see him through the haze of forced pleasure, on the brink, your eyes and his eyes rolling back, drunk on the high, core and spine trembling with thudding hums, pumped full of ecstasy, tightly grasping Jungkook’s hands, messy clashes of tongue and open lips, leaking moans and frantic cries, too speechless to form words. Terrible at keeping silent, but it was too much, too much, and that was just enough, hitting your peak and tumbling over, muffling your wail by fiercely kissing Jungkook, his lip ring pressed to the side of your mouth, clenching your thighs together, and still it didn’t stop, it kept going, throbbing and pulsing and wave after wave, unstoppable and not wanting it to stop, pleasure incarnate, sensitivity rising and orgasms melding into each other, slippery between your legs, slick and sweet and strong, soaring higher, higher, into a dreamlike daze, there, right there, oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes...!

Unbreakable heaven.

Jungkook jerked violently and gasped into your mouth.

It sounded a whole lot like the other man’s name sliding into your throat.

The harsh gulping sound matched Jungkook’s whimpering, squeezing your hands, pulling you to him, stubborn, firm kisses, on your lips, on your cheeks, struggling to hold in his words, your eyes opening as the vibrator in you was turned down several notches, leaving a constant low hum that soothed your aftershocks. You saw Jungkook’s half-lidded eyes ransacked with lust, reflecting your own fucked-out gaze in his blown-out pupils.

You could hear the swirling tongue and wet kisses, feel Jungkook jolt and moan with every one, releasing your lips, his own swollen, puffy, and you felt it too, the soreness of your own, but it felt so, so good, watching him go down, down, blanketed with the afterglow of orgasm.

The vibrator inside you hummed to a stop.

You relaxed your legs, sighing contentedly.

Then you yelped, feeling two fingers sliding in and pulling it out, suddenly replaced by a hot mouth. Instant burst of gratification, at the cusp of speaking, but those fingers that had been in your pussy snapped up, shoving themselves between your lips. You gasped, tasting yourself as a soft tongue slid between your quivering pussy lips, saliva mixing with your juices, drinking you up, burning heat and gentle sucking. Your hips involuntarily bucked upwards to that inviting mouth, dainty licks on your clit sending a mind-numbing buzz all throughout your system. The fingers in your mouth flexed, rubbing against your tongue and it moved on its own, wrapping around those fingers, sucking on them messily, desperately, sanity crumbling away. Plush lips closing in, sucking lightly, pushing you on the edge of oversensitivity.

Consistent licking, coaxing another out of you.

It didn’t take long.

You wailed behind your stuffed mouth, flooding those lips and chin with another sweet, sticky orgasm.

The warm tongue slid down, pressing flat against your shivering slit and licking upwards in a fat stripe, trickles of satisfaction joining the rolling current of your climax, forgetting anything else. Your mouth opened, barely registering the fingers sliding out, tugging on your bound hands and pulling the chain taut against the collar, choking yourself a little, trapped in sensual bliss.

“O... Oppa…”

Jungkook nudged you abruptly with his elbow, big brown eyes wide with surprise, and you started, realizing your mistake.

The warm mouth left you. Black hair rising, curling around his jaw and over his left eye, his smirk smeared with your release, licking his mauve lips slowly.

“Oh, no, someone forgot they shouldn’t talk.”

He tilted his head, grinning like the devil.

“That means one stays tied up and the other one gets to be free.”

He kissed your wrists.

It made you laugh a little, embarrassed at intimacy of it, but he didn’t seem bothered. Those mauve lips continued, flickers of tongue, and suddenly it was no longer chaste, but rushes of exquisite pleasure that demanded to be savored. His fingers were now readorned with sterling silver rings. He held your wrists as he massaged them all over, dotting kisses on your knuckles like a prince.

“Did I go too hard on you?” he murmured to your skin.

“N... No, I’m good.”

Those dark, dark eyes shot upward, questioning.

“I-I mean, it was everything I a-asked for and more… ah…”

Your lower half was still throbbing thinking about it, now trembling even more because of his penetrating stare. Jungkook was already gone, saying he had an early call time for work.

Well, actually, he did not mention anything – it was the other male who yanked him up and told him he was going to be late to work, and Jungkook immediately complained, blurting out that he was intending to call in sick, but his hyung flicked him in the forehead and told him he could not.

“You will not be irresponsible on my watch.”

He had grabbed Jungkook’s face and dragged it down.

“And you want to be on my watch… don’t you?” he had growled.

The man named Dionysus on Twitter was scary.

He was very kind when it came to you, even after he untied Jungkook.

He was very kind when it came to you.

It made you jealous.

“What are you thinking about in that pretty head of yours, hm?” he mused, nudging your cheek lightly with his nose, dancing smirk on those mauve lips. “Stressed from exams?”

“Ah, well… yeah, I have to study all day today…” You frowned, nestling in his lap, breathing in his warmth and the scent of tea and marshmallow. “And I really needed this break, so, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You almost laughed. He had such a playful, self-assured expression and the response was so quick that some people would probably find it insufferable. The unlucky ones that had never experienced an orgasm from him. Not you, of course, because you were right here.

“Is that all?”

He watched you closely, black strands curling around his jaw and over his left eye.

You stared into the darkness.

“How come you aren’t as mean to me as you are to Jungkook?”

Immediately, uncharacteristically, he broke eye contact.

“Hah… what are you talking about?” he mumbled, clearing his throat. The walls came up in those eyes. A pause. Small puff of air, his shoulders relaxing, his thumbs resting on the back of your hands, caressing them as if he was reminding himself that you were with him. Slowly, those dark, dark orbs came back, hazed with sheepishness. “Ah, maybe… it’s my internal bias to be nicer to women. I don’t want you to think I'm mean.”

“But I’m saying you can.”

He chuckled. “Okay. I’ll work on it.”

You stared at him.

“Oppa, do you think Jungkook likes you?”

A crow cawed loudly outside your window.

Those dark, dark eyes stared back and you felt the sudden awkwardness, not from you, but from him.

He ticked his head, exhaling slowly as if he was carefully considering his answer. “I assume he does. I don’t know why else he would agree to have sex with me, but perhaps he likes you too, since he has continued being your sex friend even after you both stopped dating.”

You shook you head quickly. “We only have sex together when you command us to. We’re just friends.”

He blinked slowly at you.

“Oh. I see.”

You tilted your head. “I think he likes you.”

“Ah. Is that so?” A small smirk and you felt he was hiding something from you despite the clear discomfort he was having about this topic. Still, his tone was lightly teasing, playful, not upset. “And why do you think that?”

You scrunched your face.

“Jungkook always thinks a lot about what he’s going to say before he says it, but when he’s really nervous, he pauses often and stumbles on his words…”

“Thought we were going out to eat?”

“Just give me a second.”

The man with the long black hair put his thumbs in his pockets and leaned against the wall. His jacket was flashy, a black leather biker-style jacket with spikes all over the shoulders and collar. Matte black hardware. Tight fitting to his slim frame along with his black turtleneck. Black jeans, black boots with the same matte black hardware that matched his jacket. There was a new sterling silver ring on his right middle finger, a gleaming emblem with a black crystal.

Min Yoongi could see it from where he was sitting on the couch in his music studio, his fingers on his black acoustic guitar as he gazed at the silver-ringed fingers that were splayed across those familiar, denim-covered hips.

He let his hands find the notes. Let his eyes travel up, up, up to dark, dark eyes that looked at him with faint amusement, ghost of a smirk on mauve lips.

“What?”

His deep voice was playful, lightly teasing.

Yoongi didn’t respond, letting his fingers go and playing whatever came to mind.

The head tilted, swoop of black hair over the left side of his face ghosting his cheekbones and eye, devilishly sexy and attractive. Yoongi did not look away. The melody he was playing was foreign yet familiar, something that had been on his mind for a while now, but he couldn’t get it to sound quite right.

Not until he saw those dark, dark eyes and devious smirk.

The man who named himself Dionysus on Twitter.

He let the melody slow, memorized it. Knew it by heart, but he had a feeling it would be like that. It seemed natural, falling into place like black hair slipping through his fingertips.

Yoongi stopped playing the guitar, looking down so he could set it aside.

“That’s nice. Did you come up with that?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not going to write it down?”

He zipped up the guitar case. “Don’t need to.”

“Ho. Such a genius.”

He placed the guitar back in its spot by the desk. Yanked on his black parka and picked up his beanie before looking up, now close to him. The scent of his cologne filled his nose, herbal and sweet, green tea and marshmallow. Did he inhale Yoongi’s cologne too? Did he remember the notes and smell the spicy and woodsy scent and think of Min Yoongi standing beside him?

The other male smiled, dimples on display.

That kind of thing only happened when he was around.

“I don’t need to write it down because I don’t release love songs,” he said slowly.

An eyebrow raised. “Oh? Why’s that?”

Yoongi stared into those dark, dark eyes and breathed in, the now-familiar scent soaking into his memories and his heart. Leaned in, towards those mauve lips. His eyelids felt a little heavy so he lowered them, barely maintaining eye contact.

“I’ve never written one,” he murmured. “Never had a good reason to.”

The other man tilted his head, black strands dancing across Yoongi’s skin.

“It’s annoying though,” he continued, stepping into the warm shadow of the other male. “Once I get a melody in my head, I can’t get it out unless I play it all the way through. And I couldn’t play this one all the way through.”

He closed his eyes.

Not afraid, but nervous all the same.

“Not without looking at you.”

Yoongi pressed his lips to those plush mauve ones and felt a silver-ringed hand grip his shirt, pulling him closer. Passion and intensity, holding onto the fabric very tightly, shuddering exhale on his lips, breaking the kiss.

“Don’t say stuff like that to someone like me,” the deep, husky voice breathed into Yoongi’s mouth. “I’ll start thinking I mean something.”

They both chuckled dryly, hiding under heated breath.

Yoongi moved to step away, but the hand in his shirt remained, tugging him back.

Pulling him into kisses of fervor, spinning them around when Yoongi tried to back away again and pushing him against the wall, shallow breath and warm kisses, down his neck. Fingers dancing under his shirt, metal and soft pads grazing his skin, hooking under the waistband of his trousers and forcefully yanking Yoongi towards him, crotch to crotch, thighs to hard thighs, skillful tongue tracing back up, lips on his ear.

“Let’s go eat.”

Hot whisper making him shiver.

His hardness was pressing against his leg. Yoongi could feel it even through the black jeans.

“I’ll treat you this time, Yoongi.”

He turned his head and looked into dark, dark eyes. They avoided him a little, but tentatively slid back to look at him. He was till stroking his skin with silver-ringed fingers underneath his shirt. He didn’t say anything more. Neither did Yoongi.

He just unbuttoned his pants and let those silver-ringed fingers be tempted downwards.

"Open that mouth."

His ears burning, his lips opening and tongue lolling out. Neck straining under sterling silver and long fingers wrapped around his throat, cutting off the blood to his head. Strands of long black hair brushed against his right cheek, over his eyebrow piercing. Mauve lips, plush and inviting. Hot breath sending shivers over his skin. Green tea and toasted marshmallow filling his nose.

Sweet saliva dripping onto his tongue.

Ricochet of lust, that sinful pleasure in enjoying something that was dirty and wrong, moaning as he swallowed the slick liquid, drunk on it, whining, begging for more, gratifying flares of a punishing grip shooting up his abdomen, locking his hips so he couldn’t move, so he didn’t interrupt the fierce, tight pace of a silver-ringed hand wrapped around his throbbing, stiff cock.

"Hyung... please... take off... your clothes..."

The man named Dionysus on Twitter ticked his head and grinned like the devil.

"Nah."

Jungkook whimpered, keeping his hands firmly on the sofa like he had been ordered to.

"I'm not going to change hands either," the other male drawled calmly. "Sucks for you that my left hand isn't as strong as my right, Jungkook."

Liar.

Fuck, he was lying, because it still felt so fucking good, so good it was driving him insane, lightheaded, on the cusp, wanting more but not getting it, causing the desire to rise and rise and rise, overwhelming pleasure in denial, hyung, please, the world turning into a mess of ecstasy for Jeon Jungkook.

"Please what?"

Tone light, octave deep.

Teasing him.

"W-Wanna cum, please..."

"Why should I let you?" he scolded, ticking his chin and stopping for a half-second, smearing the pre-cum over the dark red head and Jungkook's eyes rolled back, his body involuntarily jerking at the oversensitivity, wanting to cry in frustration and satisfaction at the same time, cut off from climax once again, how did he always know, it was so aggravating, but so, so fucking hot.

"It's too good, you're too good, I'm going crazy, p-please, wanna cum so b-bad, please..."

"I'm not going to let you cum on my rings," the other male snickered, starting up again, hard and fast and punishing.

Jungkook broke the rule.

His right hand flew up and gripped that hand around his cock, sterling silver rings cutting into his palm.

Those dark, dark eyes narrowed dangerously.

He begged with every fiber of his being, stroking himself with the other man's hand because it had stopped moving, putting on his most pleading, desperate tone.

"Please, hyung."

The grip on his neck tightened but he only held on tighter, shallow breaths and soft cries, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge. His hyung surveyed him closely, a slow smirk forming on his lips.

The faintest hint of a dimple.

"Do it yourself then."

Jungkook whimpered, almost protesting.

The fingers constricted around his twitching cock again, making him gasp.

"Just like this," those mauve lips whispered, eyes so dark they were almost black, deft tongue tracing his teeth, grinning down at him. "Jack yourself off with my hand while I'm choking you, dirty boy."

Jungkook was going to lose his mind.

Bucking his hips, depraved groan, his eagerness making him chaotic, so close, but his erratic pace was prolonging his own orgasm, fuck, crying out the other man's name in a thin moan, and those dark, dark orbs were so calm, so composed, that body still hidden from him, still wearing his black long-sleeved shirt and black jeans with a silver chain, taking his breath away and squeezing his cock, so tight, a-ah, core tense and burning, yes, oh, f-fuck, staring into those devilish eyes that commanded him and his dirty desires, compelling him to go, go, go, throwing his head back but not looking away, hoping he looked sexy, hoping he looked as good as was feeling from those silver-ringed hands, airless and in unbreakable heaven, staring down at his tattooed arm and fingers holding the other man's hand, the purple-red head of his cock a glistening blur from an embarrassing amount of pre-cum leaking everywhere.

"I'm g-gonna cum, please, please, can I cum?"

A dark eyebrow rose.

"Please, hyung?" Jungkook whimpered.

Amused smirk on those wonderful lips.

"Cum for me."

And he spat on Jungkook's chest.

"Oh, fuck!"

He yelped at the wet spray igniting his skin, stunned and violently aroused, unexpectedly smashing into the peak, gasping, his eyes widening as his orgasm shot out in thick white strings, over his thigh and crotch, onto his black hand tattoos and leaking down between his fingers, his cum now clinging to silver rings. The hand let go of his neck and he felt another surge of euphoria as the blood rushed back to his head, moaning the other man’s name unabashedly.

Unbreakable heaven.

He thrust into their joined hands again, whimpering, seeing more dribble out of the throbbing tip, his cock shivering, his release dripping down, down, removing his own hand from the mess to see his orgasm painted all over those prominent knuckles and sterling silver, even sticking to the large onyx stone he wore on his index finger.

His cum.

His cum, on that hand.

The cum-covered hand rose and planted onto the head of his cock, the palm smearing the residual orgasm everywhere. Jungkook cried out, trembling all over, flashes of hypersensitivity almost painful, snapping his head up, his cries turning into soft whimpers as the other hand cupped his chin, silver rings against his skin, and pushed it up to meet those dark, dark eyes, leaning in to own him.

“Can’t take it?” Whisper dark, possessive. “You dirty me up, but you can’t take a little punishment?”

“I c-can,” he gasped into mauve lips. “I can, hyung, please…”

The other male’s head tilted, brushing his lips against his lip ring.

“Don’t let me go…”

A soft chuckle and he captured Jungkook’s mouth, rough kiss cutting off his wail as he squeezed the overstimulated head of his cock.

“U-Um…”

“Hm?”

They were standing in the bathroom of Jungkook’s apartment. He watched as the man named Dionysus on Twitter carefully polished each and every one of his rings that he wore on his left hand after washing Jungkook’s cum off of them.

“Do you… want anything?” Jungkook asked awkwardly.

“I’m fine with just pleasing you.”

He felt his ears burn at the other man’s reply. He gulped as each ring was slid back onto their respective fingers. He watched them flex, shimmering with gleaming silver.

“A-Are you sure…? I could, uh… suck you off or something…”

“Sounds like you’re really into it.”

Now he frowned, detecting the hint of dismissiveness. “Wait. I didn’t mean it like that.”

The older male shifted and faced him. Small, playful smile on those plush mauve lips that didn’t reach those dark, dark eyes. He was still wearing his clothes. Hadn’t removed them the entire time.

“Like what?”

His tone was light, but something about it was hurting Jungkook.

So indifferent and unfeeling.

“I…”

He stepped into the bathroom and he sensed the other man’s guard was up, his shoulders shifting, the stance of a cornered animal waiting to strike.

“Wait, no…”

Searching for those eyes, and they were avoiding him slightly, backing up, the rings clicking as they touched the edge of the sink counter, no, no, this was not what Jungkook wanted, how could he let this happen, no, don’t close yourself off to me, reaching forward, lifting his head, pressing his body against his hyung, wearing nothing but his underwear against all those layers of clothing.

“I gotta go, Jungkook,” came the deep, throaty murmur, those lashes lowering, hiding those eyes from him, that safe darkness Jungkook wanted to be on him, now, since yesterday, in all his tomorrows.

“I don’t want you to go.”

A small puff and humorless smile. “All that edging wasn’t enough for you?”

“I want you to stay.”

Quietly.

With loneliness.

He stunned himself with his own tone. Those dark, dark eyes finally locked with his, staring intently, searching for the lie, but Jungkook didn’t know how to lie about something like this. When put on the spot, he ended up blurting things out and hoping he got his point across.

Maybe not the most effective, but it was honest.

“Please don’t go, hyung.”

Jungkook pressed his nose against the other man’s cheek, breathing in and shuddering softly, herbal and warm, green tea and toasted marshmallow, his addiction, rolling his body into the leaner, thinner frame, barely a few centimeters taller. A moment of silence. He refused to move away, stubbornly, and then all of a sudden, a touch, gasping as he felt a heavy hand on his head, cracking open his eyes to see himself in the mirror, his washed-out mint-blond hair tangled in fingers and silver rings, holding him close to a head of jaw-length black hair, half-tied up in a ponytail, beside each other.

Together.

They looked good together, or at least Jungkook thought so.

“Don’t say things like that.” Gentle whisper caressing his ear. “I’ll start thinking I mean something.”

“But–”

The head of black hair turned and mauve lips silenced him, shutting him up for the rest of the night with kisses.

Jungkook eventually got those pesky clothes off.

"You can come in. I unlocked the door earlier. I'll be out in a sec."

The black leather jacket with the matte black spikes was sprawled messily on the back of the couch. He took a moment to re-lock the door before taking off his shoes, stepping inside the apartment. It smelled nice, as usual. Herbal and warm, like green tea and toasted marshmallow.

He could hear noise in the bedroom.

An annoyed grunt in the attached bathroom.

"Is it that safe to leave your door unlocked?" Min Yoongi mused out loud, approaching the open bathroom door.

"It was five minutes, I just finished blow drying my fucking hair–"

Pause.

Yoongi froze.

The man was half-turned, fiddling with something on his wrist as he was in the midst of talking. Yoongi noticed several things about him at once. His black hair was still long, but it touched his cheekbones now instead of his jaw. It was not in its usual ponytail. Loose and wild, revealing the clean fade on the sides of his head. He was shirtless, which was something Yoongi had seen before, wearing slim-fit black jeans with rips in them, the twist of his waist leaving his back tattoo exposed, what if you live like that, his lyrics on the other man’s body.

Even if he had seen him shirtless before, it still made him stop.

What Yoongi hadn’t seen before was the large chain-link bracelet draped over his wrist. It looked heavy and expensive. He appeared to have been in the middle of putting it on before interrupted, turning his head to look at the entrance of the bathroom, suddenly stilling.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

The man named Dionysus on Twitter looked taken aback seeing him, staring at his face.

"You... You changed your hair."

Now it was Yoongi's turn to suddenly feel taken aback.

"Ah... yeah."

It was a deep red-orange now, slicked back except for one stray lock over his forehead.

"I... I had the hair appointment today," he mumbled awkwardly. "Felt like I wanted a change. I didn't style it like this; the hairstylist did."

"It looks good."

Yoongi found that he couldn't look at the other man without his face getting hot. "Thanks."

"Cool with the bomber jacket too. You should do it more often."

He made a mental note of it. Yoongi coughed, ticking his head to the man's wrist. "Need help?"

"No, I, uh... got it..."

He began to struggle again, clicking his tongue and raising his wrist to his face, balancing the end of the chain against his lower lip and trying to hook it. Yoongi shook his head and stepped forward.

"Let me–"

"Got it."

Click.

He wasn't wearing his silver rings yet.

He already smelled nice though, although not quite like his cologne. Still herbal, softer, comforting, like the embers of a dying fire. Yoongi was right next to him, hand outstretched. The other man turned his head and smiled at him, raising his arm. The chain bracelet slid down a few centimeters from the weight. Yoongi noticed the details from their closeness.

Custom chain links covered in stars, a silver galaxy decorating his wrist.

Every time Yoongi thought he couldn't be more attracted to him, he did this shit.

His eyes shifted to the man’s face.

Those dark, dark orbs darted away quickly, lowering his arm. “Let me put on my shirt and we can get going–”

Yoongi grabbed his arm and spun him around to face him before he could back away.

“Yoon–”

He shut him up by kissing him.

If he didn’t, Yoongi would sure he was going to embarrass himself by blurting out how cute he thought the other male was being right now and he wasn’t ready to make a fool of himself at the moment when later they were supposed to be at a public concert.

Being sappy made him uncomfortable.

“We still have some time.”

Yoongi shoved him against his own sink and unbuttoned the jeans.

“What are you do–fuck, Yoongi…”

He squatted and let his tongue do the work, onto warm skin, running over the sensitive spots, pressing his lips and inhaling that clean scent, smirking as he felt that length rapidly swell and grow in his mouth, those hips thrusting forward, engorged head filling his throat, thick and hard and almost too much. He spied one of the hands rising, but it retreated, clutching the counter edge instead.

Yoongi looked up, raising an eyebrow in question.

His safe darkness looked down at him, breathing hard.

“Don’t wanna mess up your hair when you look so good.”

Yoongi felt his heart race in his ribcage.

He wasn’t hugely experienced in sucking dick, but Yoongi knew what he liked, so he did that. Helped that he had a strong, flexible tongue as well. Maybe rapping was a more beneficial career than one might originally think.

If you were actually good, anyway.

“Fuck, Yoongi, fuck…”

Swirling his tongue around, up and down, straining a little to reach the entirety of the length from head to base, choking slightly, but holding back his own gag reflex, lapping at that pocket right above the balls, closing his eyes to focus. He felt a shift and a hand came to press the balls to his lower lip, granting him better access and more surface area to lick, hearing the encouragement of sultry praise.

“Mmm, your tongue feels so fucking good…”

It turned Yoongi on more than he liked to admit, but thankfully he didn’t have to admit anything because his mouth was full of dick.

Back and forth, lips soft, mouth tight, everything he loved when those mauve lips were on him, probably not as perfect, but Yoongi was sure he would become better at it, determined to be, moving his tongue in time with his lips engulfing that impressive girth, glancing up, seeing that head tipped back, long black hair grazing his shoulders, flexed chest and arms, rocking his hips in time with his pace, back to his work, fast and warm and wet, deep, tight, bracing himself with one hand on the cabinets and the other grabbing a handful of that ass, shapely and filling up his palm, savoring the taste and the way his mouth was filled repeatedly, over and over again, addictive, wanting to hear those wanton sounds coming from that mouth that always gave him the most pleasure.

He wanted to be good.

He wanted the man named Dionysus on Twitter to want him more and more.

Yeah, okay. Yoongi felt a bit pressured to care about his appearance because Jeon Jungkook was so damn hot. He wasn’t going to say it out loud or anything, but it was a thought, plus the man with the silver rings was jaw-droppingly handsome in his own right and a small part of Yoongi was vain, a very small part.

Alright.

Maybe bigger than small.

What?

He wanted to look good, be good, suck and take dick better than anyone else so those dark, dark eyes would always want him.

This was his own personal ambition.

He took that perfect cock as deep as he could into his throat, holding his breath, fast, tight, and now achingly deep, looking up to see those eyes nearly black with lust, jaw tense, smirk wide, dimples flashing, something that only happened around him, all his.

“Hah, fuck… I love your eyes, Yoongi.”

So, he kept his gaze upward, watching that expression unravel, black hair curling around his cheekbones, pleasure painted all over, nearly out of breath.

“So close, so fucking close, fuck, you’re so damn sexy…”

Yoongi decided he didn’t care if he passed out or not, too intoxicated on the breathless husky tone praising him to think about bodily functions.

“Gonna cum, ah, yes…”

He felt it, the sudden twitch and hot liquid shooting into the back of his throat, forcing him to stop and swallow, grasping at wisps of air before another jerk and stream of cum coated the back of his tongue, thick and delicious, drinking greedily, curling his tongue around the shivering length and licking it off with every flinch, savoring those soft, delicate moans in that deep voice, and this, this was it, this was theirs.

Unbreakable heaven.

He felt fingertips brush against his cheekbones, stroking his skin.

“Your face is perfect.”

He felt his ears burn.

A teasing smirk.

“It’s even more perfect with my dick shoved into your lips.”

Yoongi growled and was about to pull away but that hand gripped his chin and held him in place, slowly rolling his hips to his mouth, deep dimple on display with that smirk.

“Just a little longer.”

Lowering the octave, purring, confident.

“Please.”

A submissive word, and yet he said it was such sternness that Yoongi felt his cock twitch with want.

He obeyed the command and stayed still.

They ended up being a little late to the concert.

“Jungkook, you should call before–”

Dead silence.

Jeon Jungkook was frozen, jaw dropped and staring at a naked chest with crisscross lines of red. The door was open and the left hand holding it had a large chain bracelet hanging on the wrist, no rings, disturbingly attractive with his messy black hair and swollen mauve lips.

Dark, dark eyes wide, taken aback.

“You… dyed your hair back to black…”

Jungkook jumped and his right hand flew up to his head, brushing it back hastily. “Er, yeah… The mint was a lot to keep up and I got lazy, hahah…” Maybe he shouldn’t have shown up unannounced to the apartment of Twitter user _yourowndionysus, but…

Jungkook missed him.

And maybe he wanted to show off his hair as soon as he could.

No, if he was being truly honest, Jungkook just wanted to see him.

Those eyes shifted, looking from side to side, and the right hand left the doorframe – also missing all the sterling silver adornments, Jungkook noted – reaching out and grabbing him by the front of his shirt, yanking hard.

“Fuck, just come in.”

And he stumbled, yelping in confusion, dragged into the apartment and the door slamming, gasping as he was shoved up against it, suddenly hot all over, too warm in his distressed black jacket of colorful paint splatters, abruptly confronted with the arousing scent of green tea and toasted marshmallow, a heavy exhale, and an intense, stern gaze.

Jungkook was so turned on that he could feel his pant seams stretch.

Those dark, dark robs locked on him, black strands over dark brows.

“H-Hyung…?”

“Yeah?”

Jungkook jumped at the unexpected third voice, smacking his ass into the wood in surprise, and whipped his head to his right, to the space behind the door, so absorbed in the reason he was there that he didn’t think even for a second that he possibly, maybe, perhaps, might have…

Orange-haired, shirtless Min Yoongi cocked an eyebrow at him.

Interrupted something.

“Yoongi-hyung…!”

“Yes, that’s me. Thank you for remembering my name.”

His brain short-circuited.

“B-But, you… and he… w-what?”

Yoongi shrugged. “We went to a concert together.”

Jungkook felt his ears burn hot, snapping his head back and forth between his two hyungs.

“A d-d-date?”

Now neither of them looked at him or each other, and quite frankly Jungkook couldn’t look at them either, even after he was let go, hurriedly reaching up and sweeping his new black hair back and tucking strands behind his ears, over and over and over, trying to hide the obvious flushed heat that was rapidly creeping to his cheeks.

“We were both interested in the artist… I got lucky and happened to get tickets easily from work…” Yoongi mumbled.

“I can pay you back, you didn’t have to...”

“You can pay next time. It’s not like we won’t go out again.”

“R… Right.”

An awkward pause.

No one looked at anyone.

The décor of the apartment was suddenly more interesting than usual.

“Can… Can I come next time…?” Jungkook squeaked, looking from one to the other.

Yoongi stiffened, glancing at the other male, who ran his fingers through his long-ish black hair, and Jungkook could tell it was cut shorter now, to his cheekbones, the sides freshly trimmed down.

“Well, Yoongi got the tickets from his work, so I suppose it would depend on if his work allows it,” he finally replied, giving Jungkook an apologetic look, who looked at Yoongi pleadingly, who looked at the taller male in the silver chain bracelet, and then it became a three-way staring contest where everyone refused to acknowledge what was clearly there.

Right there.

There, in the fact that both Yoongi and the man with dark, dark eyes were shirtless, the latter’s chest all scratched up, and the massive tent in Jungkook’s pants.

Yoongi coughed.

“Ah… sure, I’ll get another ticket next time.”

Silence.

The orange-haired man narrowed his eyes at Jungkook. “Why did you come so late at night?”

Jungkook felt his whole face burn.

“Oh, um, well, I was wondering… if…”

He desperately waited for one of them to attempt to fill in the blank for him, but looking from one to the other and both raised their eyebrows at him, giving Jungkook the distinct impression that he was not, in fact, going to get any help in explaining himself. “If… h-hyung was f-free… to…” He jerked his head away in his mumbles, unable to look at who he was talking about, choosing instead to give Yoongi a helpless, wordless plea to have mercy on him.

Yoongi tilted his head, a lock of hair falling over his forehead. His hair was mussed up as if someone’s hands had been all over it earlier. “To do what?” he prompted in a monotone voice.

Another awkward pause, but only for Jungkook.

“Suck his dick?” said the deep, husky voice of the man in front of him.

Jungkook wanted to choke himself and not in a sexy way.

“W-Well, maybe this t-time, I could… b-because last time, t-there was a m-misunderstanding–”

He was speaking so fast that he might as well have been spelling out a keyboard smash. That was about as much as his brain could compute at the moment, his tongue colliding with the words and turning them nonsensical.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his chin and shoved him back against the front door, forcing him to look into dark, dark eyes. A piercing gaze with hint of displeasure that sent an inappropriate and violently arousing fire blazing up Jungkook’s spine.

“Say it.”

Octave low, dangerous.

“Say what you want to do, Jungkook.”

His eyes shot towards Yoongi, but the other hand grabbed the front of his shirt and knocked his shoulder blades into the apartment door, making him gasp, his breath hitching into a faint whine. He snapped his eyes back, hot all over, burning, scorching, needing it.

“I am speaking to you.”

“B-But, Yoongi-hyung…”

“Is going to suck his dick, get fucked, whatever he wants,” Yoongi coolly interjected, sliding into Jungkook’s view and looking at him over the toned and elegant shoulder, daring him with his dismissive gaze and slight frown.

Unlike him, Yoongi was not afraid to say it.

Jungkook felt a surge of blistering envy.

Pale hands appeared on that chest in front of him. Yoongi’s arms wrapped around that torso, dragging his nails down on that skin. Tight exhale right in Jungkook’s face, the other male sucking in a breath, parted lips and lust, that agile pink tongue tracing his teeth at the touch. Yoongi’s face disappeared, only a single dark brown eye watching Jungkook, shrouded by strands of dark orange.

“And you?” Yoongi drawled, raspy and possessive.

He shouldn’t be angry.

But Jungkook was.

Later, Jungkook realized Yoongi was provoking and teasing him on purpose, but in that current moment, he did not notice. Instead, he grabbed the hand on his chin and pushed it away, furrowing his brows and stepping forward, towards the man with long black hair and dark, dark eyes, the one who generally wore too much silver jewelry, the man who made him want to get on his knees with his mouth open, all so he could show him how much he wanted to improve, all so he could learn, and be the perfect sexual partner and more, excessively more, only the most for the one who named himself Dionysus.

Jungkook could share with Yoongi. He respected him and his wishes.

But he wasn’t going to lose to him.

Jungkook stared into darkness, his safe place.

“I want to serve you, hyung.”

Tilting his hand, his hands closing in, one joining Yoongi’s on his chest and the other trailing down, inhaling deeply, herbal and warm and sensual, lowering his lashes, his lip ring brushing against mauve lips as his palm cupped the hardness underneath the front of those loose black pajama pants.

Diving into the heat, consumed by it, craving the flames.

“I want to make you feel good and I’m going to, right now.”

dionysus vii

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2) It felt to me almost throughout the whole thing like the stage was just too big for what they were doing. Absolutely no reason for a giant thrust stage like that on an online concert, especially since it strips out the visual interest from any background set pieces. (Plus the added awkwardness from Tae being all the way back on the main stage for most of it, I can't blame them for that but it certainly didn't help. Poor Tae, he obviously felt awful.)

1)ON:E and SWZ were shows designed to be performed online and had the intricate set pieces, smaller stages and intimate details necessary to make that happen. PTD was a stadium concert designed as such that was performed online to an empty audience, & you could feel it. It was hollow & in a lot of places (nobody come for me) visually boring. It was just smothered with the feeling that the stadium was empty, a feeling i didnt get in ON:E or PTD

3) I do think the entire thing will play out completely differently when performed to an audience in LA, and I'm glad they got the chance to shake off some of the rust and figure out what still needs work before the actual live shows, but as someone who doesn't have the chance to go to LA, I am a little disappointed by some of the choices for the online show. Hybe can make it up to me by streaming Day 1 in LA ;) (okay I'm done thanks for letting me rant)

I think the best part when switching to online is the way in which the medium can be used. It's not about just doing stuff in a normal setting and filming it. That's why online classes for example are not necessarily working because most of the time, the teachers/professors don't adapt and they teach as if they were in the classroom and the ''audience'' gets bored immediately. Two and a half years after the pandemic started and we still haven't exactly learned how to make it work to our advantage. Same with the online concerts. When I watched ON:E last year I immediately thought that this is what the future looks like for events like this when offline performances are not allowed. Elaborate sets, smart use of VR technology in order to make for a memorable concert. Some collaboration with digital intermedia artists could really work in their advantage and also set the ground for a different experience visually and go in a more artistic direction. This is just me thinking out loud because there are opportunities and shouldn't be wasted, but it doesn't seem like BTS as a group would want to focus on that at the moment. I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered they collaborated with Antony Gormley for an art installation or releasing an art film for Black Swan with MN Dance Company. That is something that can set them apart, by incorporating in their brand contemporary art practices. It's a thing of the past now and who knows what they plan to do in the future. I have already expressed my thoughts on their work in 2020-2021 up until now and it's obvious something is lacking in this new direction, at least for me.

With Sowoozoo I guess they wanted to get a feel of how it could look and feel on an outdoor stage and they had the army screens as well. The decision to have Permission to Dance on a big stadium and just film the whole thing didn't pay off. A smaller stage with a focus on background set pieces that would compensate for the lack of an audience seems like a better idea in my book.

Tae sitting aside could have contributed to the overall feeling of the concert, but he also has an incredible stage presence even when he's sitting down and I didn't feel like I was entirely missing his parts. He was fully there, as much as he could.

I hope they take this opportunity to figure out, if they can still make changes, to what would work best in LA. Introduce some unit/solo songs in order for other members to have a rest. By the time they started I Need U and it became clearly visible during Idol, they were on automatic pilot. Four days of something similar to what we've seen now would be incredibly exhausting.

I get how this concert could be considered as a test, that dress rehearsal that I mentioned before, but we should also keep in mind that this was catered as an actual concert, with paid tickets so the disappointment is understandable as well.

*Anon, I added the first part of your ask now, I agree with you since it’s what I elaborated on above. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

#asks #bts #permission to dance concert

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What Could Have Been (Part 13)

Words: 1655 Warnings: Poorly written medical stuff, mention and treatment of injuries, PTDS (kinda?)

When you come to, you’re having trouble breathing, and if that isn’t enough, the previous events rush to you all at once and your thoughts spin out of control. Suddenly, you’re not in a building in the middle of Chicago anymore; you can feel yourself being blinded by the scorching sun from Afghanistan, you can see the dust in the air, feel the sand under you.

“No, no, this isn’t happening.” You panic, feeling the searing pain on the right side of your hip. Your breathing picks up and your hands start shaking. “I’m in Chicago, I’m in Chicago, I’m not a Marine anymore, Deft Hawk is over.”

You repeat it to yourself like a mantra, shutting your eyes and feeling the tightness in your chest increasing.

“Get me out of here!” You manage to shriek, feeling a scratch in your throat. “For the love of everything, get me out!”

Jay looks at Kayla as she stops dead in her tracks, her ears perked up as she presses her nose to the floor.

“You got something there, girl?” He asks, giving her more lead as she moves around and starts whining. “Good girl! Can you find an entrance?”

He unlatches the leash as Kayla searches around, stopping by a displaced slab of concrete. He hears a faint voice coming from under the rubble and his heartrate picks up as he crouches.

“I got something here!” He calls out as he grabs the concrete slab and shoves it out of the way slightly, creating a tiny gap that exposes the hallway underneath.

The firefighters gather around him, someone calling out orders that Jay doesn’t listen; his mind rests solely on the fact that you’re probably down under the rubble, and he must find a way to get to you.

The firefighters join him in moving the concrete slab, opening the gap more and more until a person can go through. Before anyone can process what’s happening, Kayla jumps in and starts barking and running. Jay curses and thinks for a moment before jumping after her, ignoring the calls from the firefighters behind him.

“Halstead!” Severide calls out, making him look up. Jay sees him and Stella peeking into the hole, concern stamped on their face. “Are you out of your mind?”

“I heard her, and I’m not leaving her down here alone.” He says, his jaw clenched tight.

“Wait a bit.” Stella says, earning a confused look from Severide as she gets up and calls someone over. “Move back!”

A bag falls to the floor in front of him, and he recognizes it to be medical supplies.

“Look, we can’t send anyone else in there, it’s too unsafe. We’re going to secure everything the most we can and help you get her out, but for now you’re on your own.” Severide informs, looking glum. “That’s why you shouldn’t have jumped in.”

“I don’t care about that.” Jay says, picking up the bag from the floor and hearing Kayla bark in the next hallway over.

“I’m going to be on channel 3.” Will’s voice comes through before he peeks from the hole too, his red hair disheveled and sweat dotting his forehead. “Be careful, Jay.”

“Always.” He mutters, turning around and calling for Kayla. The dog comes to him and he clips the leash back on her vest before petting her. “Good girl, c’mon, let’s find her.”

The dog runs ahead of him, expertly dodging the debris and apparently following a pre-determined path. Jay slows down as he sees a firefighter’s helmet on the floor, the “3” in the front staring at him and making his heart skip a beat.

“C’mon Kayla, find her, c’mon.” He mutters to the dog, who looks back at him with big eyes and blinks. “You have to find her, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself if you don’t.”

Kayla whines and moves forward, turning a sharp corner and pulling at the leash, making Jay follow her. His breath hitches in his throat once he turns the corner, seeing you laying on the floor with a metal rod stabbing through your stomach and a nasty gash on your right leg. He hooks Kayla’s leash around one of his belt hoops and rushes forward, kneeling by you and removing your SCBA mask, wincing at the amount of blood sticking to your face and his hand shooting to your neck after a pulse. He sighs in relief when he feels a steady heartbeat, switching the radio’s channel with his free hand before pressing down on the button.

“Will, are you there?” Jay asks, flicking the button to leave the radio open. “I found her, but there’s a lot of blood everywhere.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she’s impaled by a metal rod, her face is bloody, and she has a pretty deep laceration on her right thigh.” Jay says, undoing the front of your turnout coat and cutting it free from the rod with a pair of scissors from the medical bag.

“Expose the wounds the most you can, stabilize the rod, and do a tourniquet on her leg. Then, you’re going to start an IV for plasma, you have it on your bag. If you need more, come back to the hole and we’ll drop some more bags in.” Will says, the strain in his voice letting Jay know he’s dealing with other patients as they speak. “Let me know when you’re about to start the IV so I can talk you through it.”

Jay puts on the disposable gloves and cuts away the shirt around the rod, exposing enough skin to let him look and stabilize it. He feels himself paling as he sees the exit point of the rod, his hands fumbling around the bag in search for tape and gauze. He quickly stabilizes the rod, watching as the gauze quickly becomes red with blood, but moving on to your leg.

He unlatches the suspenders in the front and gingerly sets them out of your shoulders, pointing upwards. Kayla lays down by your head and licks your hand, whining as you don’t respond.

“You did good, girl.” Jay reassures, carefully pulling the turnout pants down. He peels away the fabric of your regular pants and winces at the blood coming out. “Oh, that does not look good.”

“What’s going on?” Will asks, reminding Jay his radio is open.

“There is a lot, and I mean a lot of blood coming out of the gash on her leg.” He mutters, fishing the tourniquet out of the bag and tying it around the very top of your thigh. “I don’t know how many plasma bags you have here, but either Severide stabilizes this fast or it’s not going to be enough.”

“Stabilize her for now, then we’ll see how to proceed. Focus on the task at hand, Jay.”

Jay nods to himself, securing a big wad of gauze against the gash.

“I’m ready for the IV, Will.” Jay says, checking everything in the bag again. “What do I need?”

“Take a cannula with a 16-gauge needle. A cannula is a little plastic thing that looks like a cross. The needle’s color code should be gray.” Will instructs as Jay rummages through the bag, making a victory noise when he finds the materials. “There’s a vein that leads to her middle finger, find it. If you can’t find it, grab her wrist until her veins pop up more. Clean the injection site, disinfect a wider area to make sure the dressing will adhere to her skin and not the dust. Once that’s done, insert the needle right atop the vein.”

Jay takes a deep breath, getting a small square of gauze and alcohol and disinfecting most of your hand before searching for the vein. He finds it fairly easily, but his hands are shaking when he places the needle in place. He clenches his jaw as he pushes the needle in.

“Inserted the needle, now what?” Jay asks, unable to keep the shakiness out of his voice.

“Above all, stay calm. You see the green thing at the end of the needle? It’s the catheter, push it forward slightly. It’s normal for blood to come out, it means it’s in the right spot. After that, take off the needle and connect the cannula to the catheter.”

Jay does as instructed, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding when a small stream of blood comes out into the catheter. He removes the needle and inserts the cannula, grabbing some modified tape to secure it against the back of your hand.

“Done. Now what?”

“Get the plasma bag, place the bag somewhere above her and let it drip into the tube. Make sure there’s no air, and then connect it to the cannula.” Will says, his voice steadier than Jay feels himself. “You’re doing great. After that you can see if you can get her to regain consciousness.”

Jay sets up the plasma bag on a small ledge of concrete, watching as it drips down the tube. Once he makes sure there’s no air in the tube, he connects it and sighs, feeling a weight come off his shoulders.

He gently wipes some hair off your face, getting a gauze and dipping it in antiseptic, beginning to wipe most of the blood from your face when a loud crash makes the whole structure shake.

“What the fuck was that!?” Jay asks, getting silence for a while before the radio comes to life.

“Some part of the access you went in through came down.” Severide’s voice comes through. “Everything is very unstable and we’re doing the best we can, but clearly we can’t rush it or everything might crumble down.”

Jay lets out an irritated groan, sitting down on the floor as he looks at you and Kayla, the dog’s muzzle resting on your shoulder as she lazily licks your neck.

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Under the Radar | 3

A/N: Flashback!

Sorry for those expecting a steamy continuation of the ménage à trois. We'll get back to that in the next chapters. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

I kind of decided to include a plot. It just flowed and it would be nice to put some late 20s perspective as the boys are slowly growing up to be dadd-- adults ahem. I hope you enjoy and I am SO SORRY for the late update.I will try to add Chapter 3 next week. keyword: try!!

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Plot: RM of world-renowned group BTS met you on his private vacation. Things get serious as you both value the same things, including relationships– monogamous relationships, or?

Flashback-- 2 months ago

You moved the gear into park and reached for your camera bag haphazardly thrown in the backseat. You were so excited to walk around the hidden coast as part of your solo travels. You looked around the area and noticed that it was indeed a secluded place, judging by the lack of people milling around. There were a couple of local restaurants attached into the residents’ houses. And a lone bus stop can be seen just along the edge of the parking bay.

It was late in the afternoon and it was the perfect time to capture some photos. You marveled at the pink sand and long stretch of beach. Nobody was swimming, and only a handful of people were scattered along the beach. A couple were laid on a blanket on one area, and a man was sitting atop some rocks with his headphones on. You walked farther ahead where you won’t disturb the other nature spectators and filmed a couple of videos and photos for your travel vlog. The peaceful vibe also stimulated your brain and it pushed you to record some prose on your phone. Nothing can spark creativity better than nature, and sadness, you suppose.

After the sun has set, your stomach began growling. You only ate brunch and you realized it was not good to be this hungry if you were planning to eat lots of seafood for dinner. You traced back your steps towards the local businesses and chose a quaint restaurant with a rustic theme. The locals were friendly and one of the residents hanging out even sat beside your table to chat with you. After a comfortable pause, while the aged woman let you eat your meal, you heard her think out loud, “Oh poor dear, there are no more buses that come at this hour. He must have missed his ride. The next bus will arrive tomorrow morning.”

You followed her gaze and you saw the man wearing headphones earlier sitting under the bus shed, checking his watch and looking back and forth the road. Suddenly, the friendly woman stood up, presumably to inform the man of his mishap.

You finished your meal and was paying for it when the old woman returned, the man with headphones in tow. He was very tall and he was wearing a cap and a mask. He looked awkward and a bit sheepish, he must have realized his mistake already. “Oh hey dear, thank goodness you are still here. You mentioned that you were going back to the city tonight, correct? Would you be so kind to give this man a ride on your way?” Then the woman ushered closer to you and stage-whispered, “It’s fine, he’s a jolly nice man, and I made sure he is not dangerous.” Then in a normal volume of voice, “He’s a tourist too and he had some miscommunications back at the station. But he is in dire need to get back tonight, you understand, don’t you sweetie?” She hugged you close and offered the both of you a sweet smile.

The man rubbed the back of his neck and he looked completely embarrassed. You were more than happy to offer your help but you can’t say you feel too confident riding with a stranger for a 5-hour drive back to the city.

“I’m really really sorry to impose, but I have an appointment early in the morning and I won’t be able to make it in time even if my… friend drives down here at this hour.” You noticed that his voice was deep and he kept his face lowered which did nothing to ease your worries of driving with a stranger.

“Oh sweetie, you need to loosen up a bit. Maybe show a bit of your face to gain this lady’s trust. No one wants to drive with a faceless man.”

The man hesitatingly removed his cap and mask, then you gasped softly. You looked around to make sure no one else was around, or no one else had seen. No way. Maybe he just looks like him. But then, why hide? “That’s fine, you can put the mask back on.” You forced a laugh then addressed the old woman, “Better to be safe, right? With the virus and all.” You cleared your throat, and the man looked a little bit hesitant and more wary of you as he put on his mask.

“We’ll get going now, ma’am. Thank you so much for a delightful chat. I hope to get back soon.” You gathered your things and led the man to your car. Before you opened your door, you faced him and asked, “Best to get this out of the way first. My name is Jane, and I am an allied health professional. I live in New South Wales, and here’s my identification.” You showed him your drivers’ license. “Now, are you perhaps, a celebrity?” You stared him down- well, up, since he’s a lot taller. And your tone is reminiscent of a teacher scolding a child. But you just couldn’t help yourself. He must have felt the same way, because he answered with a small voice, “Yeah.” With his head still bowed down. You took a deep calming breath before continuing, “And you think it safe to travel in the suburbs of Australia, by yourself, without transportation??” You knew you sounded accusatory, considering you were talking to a stranger, but you just couldn’t believe how careless and thoughtless and dangerous the whole situation was. He squared up his shoulders a bit here and defended, “Well, I thought it was safe since it won’t be crowded in this particular locaion, and I did have a ticket back. I just…” he scratched his head and sighed.

A cold breeze fluttered your coat open, and you shivered. “Maybe, we should continue this inside.” He suggested, eyeing your shivering frame. You conceded, and both of you got comfortable inside your vehicle. You removed your coat, and he finally removed his cap and mask and ruffled his hair. You still couldn’t believe your eyes, but there was no mistaking it.

When you didn’t move, he looked at you and smiled, flashing his pretty dimples (curse him), and extended his hand, “Forgive me for forgetting my manners. Pleased to meet you, I’m Kim Namjoon.”

You gulped and shook his hand. You couldn’t say anything, so you just nodded and completed your pre-driving routine. You completely forgot that your phone automatically connects to your speakers and RM’s Seoul started playing. You froze and accidentally stepped on the brake. “Fuck.” You heard him snort and then laugh. “Sorry about that,” you muttered, referring to your embarrassing driving skills. Then he asked with dimples flashing, “So, you’re an Army huh?” You glared at him for a second then focused on driving.

“Well, the songs are good, can you blame me?” Then he chuckled and freakin rapped along. Your heart beat so fast because you couldn’t believe Kim Namjoon is rapping along Seoul while he is in the passenger seat of your car. Fucking surreal.

After a few minutes of silence, with just your playlist in the background, you told him, “You can sleep if you want, you did mention you still have a schedule in the morning.” You glanced at him and he was wearing an incredulous look. You paused, oh yeah. It would be more foolish to sleep in a stranger’s car. “Or not. Forgot about me being a stranger thing. And worse, a fan!” You chuckled. “No, it’s not that. I just don’t think it’s polite to sleep while you are driving for me. The least I could do is accompany you.” You smiled softly. You’re not even surprised he is that thoughtful. “Also,” he cleared his throat, “I don’t actually have a schedule. I just.. didn’t want my manager to scold me. I was about to call him using the phone in the restaurant, but the woman suddenly asked you to drive me. And well, I’d pick riding with a pretty girl than be scolded by the company any day.”

Your jaw dropped, and the man had the nerve to laugh. “Oh gosh, are you sure this isn’t a reality show, like- prank an army episode, oh god, y’all are not stalking me right?? How did you even know I was an army?? I was discreet!” And that just made him laugh harder.

“Relax. It’s definitely not a reality show. It is reality though.” A short pause, then, “Your music taste is so… varied.” And for some reason, that made you feel proud. Your playlist ranged from country music, to R&B, to anime OSTs, to Eminem, Barbra Streisand, and of course BTS.

After a couple hours of driving, your legs were feeling numb already. On your way to the coast, you had multiple rests since you were not in any hurry. But you were still a new driver and your legs are not accustomed to long drives. “Uhm, since you’re not chasing a schedule, is it okay if we stop over for a moment? My leg is killing me.” He instantly agreed, “Of course, Jane. Anything you need. Are there restaurants somewhere we can stop over? Do you want to eat? My treat!” You smiled. “Don’t be silly. You’re my guest and not everybody can do a favor for the Kim Namjoon so I’m treating you. I need something to brag about to my grandkids.”

Silence. “Oh. You’re married?” You laughed at that. “I wish. But, nope.” You took a deep disappointed breath. “What’s with the reaction? You’re still young?” He asked.

You parked the car, and faced him, “Well, you know how we have these certain expectations in our lives? Not other people’s expectations for us or society’s standards- just, a vision of how our life should be like.” You didn’t know what made you share your deepest disappointments in life with this man, but you thought, It’s not like I’m ever gonna meet him again anyway. I might even get a helpful advice or two from THE Kim Namjoon. You faced forward then, and played with your fingers as you continued. “I feel like nothing I envisioned for my life, back when I was just a youthful dreamer, ever came true. I didn’t live up to the expectations of 12-year-old me. And it bothers me everyday. As I get older, time feels so much faster and missing chances get all the more scarier and riskier.” There was a short silence as you both digested the sudden serious conversation. You didn’t want to make him feel more awkward so you showed him a bright smile and unlocked the door. “That was what the reaction for.” Then you laughed as you exited your door.

You noticed him looking out his window, at the queue for the restaurants. You walked around his side of the door and knocked on his window. “Maybe it’s better for me to just buy our food and eat in the car?” He looked worried but grateful at the same time. “I think that would be the best. Sorry.” He really looked apologetic. But you completely understand. “It’s fine, honest. Be sure to lock the doors then, and keep the windows closed. Do you know how to start the car so you can turn on the heater?” He rolled his eyes and held out his hand for your keys. “Sucks that my reputation precedes me. But yeah, I can do that much.” You started to hand him the keys and bit your lip. You were honestly worried he will wreck your car. You sighed, “Please. Don’t break my car.” Before turning and walking away, chuckling at his offended face.

Chapters: one | two | three

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32297806/chapters/80057497

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