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kosmosguk · 4 years ago

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Bloody Artistry (M) ~🥀

pairing: celeb! kim taehyung x journalist! reader; minor pairings: jungkook x reader, coworker jimin x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 8K

Summary: when the scrutiny of fame becomes too much, perfect kim taehyung finds his peace within a lavish bathroom located two blocks away from the nearest club, a corpse in the bed with him. the fans have never questioned his behavior, not when his company is much too good at cleaning up his mess to not have done it before, but when a reporter with too many questions threatens to break the peace he’s established, he finds himself in a tango with the devil that he can’t bring himself to want to break.

[Warnings: MURDER, death, literally Taehyung being a sick bastard 25/8 (but only in fiction), company corruption, violence, yandere themes, mentions of noncon smut (intoxication, mentions of being drugged, fingering), blackmail, obsession, stalking. EVERYTHING that happens in this fic is FICTION; plz don’t go busting nuts for serial killers]

A/N: Thank you to yoongissugarmommy for requesting this! Part 1 of a short series starring Taehyung. Was going to do smth similar to Lineage with him, but this has been staying in my drafts for too long (like i wrote most of this before I even wrote Lineage, which is why my writing for part of this is a bit different from my current one), and I feel like going a bit modern now to take a break from Lineage (taking a bit to write pt. 4 just because it’s the end of the main story). Thank you for 2.9k followers! We’re only less than 50 away from 3K which is so wild to think about; kisses and hugs to everyone who’s supported my work!

“Today, in the studio, we have our nation’s golden boy, the first love of all of our viewers: Kim Taehyung. Everyone, please clap your hands for him!’’

The MC turned to grin at the audience as the audience cheered loudly; her glossy black hair swept down and framed her face delicately in perfect shiny strands. The lipstick that coated her unnaturally wide smile was a deep shade of red, stark against her pale white skin. Dressed in her primly pressed suit, she looked lovely, like a blooming rose, but as she turned to face the guest star, his presence seemed to easily outshine her own.

“Thank you for having me. It’s an honor to have an interview here and have an opportunity to see all of my lovely fans,’’ Taehyung’s deep voice rang out as he smiled in his heart-swooning way, flashing pure-white teeth handsomely in a carefully maintained and practiced way that made all the fans, both in the studio and watching from beyond a screen, unable to resist letting out shrieks and screams.

“Now, Taehyung-ssi, with a record-breaking album that topped the charts as soon as it came out and a modelling gig that sells out magazines faster than before, how does it feel to have really made it? It must stress you out. Any tips on how to relax?’’

Taehyung leaned back slightly in his seat, his smile flashing coy for a brief second before settling into a rehearsed contemplative expression. He shrugged his shoulders, letting them drop out, as he made a soft hmm noise.

“How I relax? It’s not that big of a deal, really, but that’s an interesting question to ask, noona,’’ Taehyung widened his eyes slightly, looking ever so much like the golden boy persona he had stickered upon his reputation,’’ When I’m really, really stressed, I like to play with Tannie, my dog, and eats lots of yummy food that my mom sends to me when I get stressed. Also, my manager Namjoon is a good person to talk to when I’m really stressed; he always knows what to do and say.’’ Taehyung tapped the tip of his nose lightly, scrunching his face in an expression that made fans coo in adoration. “I also like to think of my fans and read all the letters they’ve sent me. I saved all of my letters from my beloved fans since my debut, and I like looking through them.’’

“Hey, Kim Namjoon, fucking hurry up,” Taehyung hissed into the cellphone pressed against his flawless cheek,” My shoes are going to get stained at this point. You know blood is a pain to properly get out of letter.’’

“Were you at least careful this time? We don’t want rumors getting out,” Namjoon’s voice crackled over the receiver, barely a hint of emotion in his voice. The beeping and honking of cars on his side of the phone call signaled the rush his manager was making towards his location.

Taehyung huffed in agitation, clicking his tongue sharply in annoyance as he skimmed his nails for any trace of dried blood. “Oh, come on, you think I really even care at this point? With the way the company takes care of everything, you’d think perfect ol’ me was…well perfect. But still, aren’t you guys way too good at this job? 7 girls and not even a peek from the public. Who else do you do this for, huh? Suga-sunbae? J-hope-sunbae?”

There was no reply. Taehyung threw his gaze over to the practically mangled body. Too bad, he thought to himself, she was really pretty this time. Red lipstick, silky black hair, wanted to become better acquainted with such a famous celebrity after her little interview, the whole fanatic spiel tied with a pretty bow of the title of an mc. She would’ve never thought that she’d go from being a bed-warmer to being so cold.

“I must be right then, huh? Suga-sunbae I can see, but J-Hope-sunbae…’’ Taehyung whistled lowly under his breath. “I thought you’d at least deny that. It’s the bright ones you gotta watch out for.’’

A dial noise was the only response. Did…Did this bastard hang up on him? Taehyung grimaced before three knocks rang on the door of the hotel suite, a signal from his asshole manager that Namjoon had finally arrived. Taehyung rolled back his shoulders, his joints crackling a little, and made sure all of his jewelry was perfectly back in place before he opened the door.

As Namjoon shuffled in with some of the staff members, Taehyung clasped his silver watch around his wrist with a soft click. He rolled his neck, trying to get the stiffness out of it, and exposed purple marks and bruises from the bites the now dead girl had given him when they had been fucking earlier.

Finally, his headache was gone.

You chugged down a cup of stale coffee and wiped the dribble of liquid that escaped the corner of your mouth as you clicked off some article about a newbie mc receiving slander after rumors of her making moves on a popular idol was exposed and disappearing to avoid the backlash. Squinting at your screen with dry eyes, you pursed your lips and snapped the laptop shut, pushing the device away from you in an agitated huff.

“Wbat’s got you in the gutters, huh? Let me guess…,’’ Park Jimin, your desk mate, rolled his chair over to your side, his glasses askew on his nose,” Ah, your favorite celebrity go into a dating scandal? Let me think, who was it that recently go into a scandal… Oh, is it that pretty boy from a new idol group?’’

You gave him the stink-eye, and your sigh this time was even louder.

“You’d think there’d be something more…interesting going with these celebrities that we could get our hands on. Too much money, lots of stress, yet no story that’ll really seize the audience by surprise, and don’t you dare say a dating scandal would do it. Boss’s been on my case for the whole week on writing an article to shock the audience and wants me to release a major headliner story in two weeks, or that asshole’ll fire me. Damn it, Kim Seokjin!” you hissed out before slamming your forehead onto the desk.

“Man, be careful with your volume; if he hears your tone, he’ll chew you out for another hour that you could be using to research. Boss Kim is picky like that with everyone because our company’s a small piece of seaweed in a system dominated by crustaceous predators.” Jimin poked you in the side jokingly, his plush lips spread in a wide smile that lit up his exhausted face. “Just think really hard; use that big brain of yours and focus on a celebrity. Come on, no one’s perfect, even that one super famous idol Kim Taehyung must have some flaws, so don’t sweat it.”

“That golden boy? Man, the whole nation’s pussy-whipped for him. He couldn’t possibly be anything bu—,’’ you sharply inhaled before pushing your seat back and rapidly swiveling to face Jimin,’’ Park. Fucking. Jimin. Oh my God, you’re a fucking genius! A whole career with not even a speck of dirt… Come on, even pure-faced idol Soyeon was caught with a scandal last month. There must be something on the nation’s golden boy!’’

Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise with your sudden outburst, and he opened his mouth to speak. “Be careful about the way you go when you try to fish out info on him. His company’s security isn’t something easy to get through, and not a single celeb from that company has gotten into a single scandal. No reporters been able to get any dirt from them…”

“Which means that…there’s something sketchy happening. Jimin, Jimin, have I told you I’m in love with you?’’

You turned around quickly in your chair, spinning in glee. Jimin dropped his mouth open to sputter something, and his cheeks were tinging red, but you weren’t looking at or even listening to Jimin at hat point, having already cracked open your laptop to furiously type Kim Taehyung into Naver. This was it! Your big break! Your motivation sky-rocketed, and you felt the first rush of energy that wasn’t fueled by some caffeinated drink in a long while.

Two hours later, you were ready to throw up.

All of the results were sickeningly the same bullshit, as what was expected for someone as beloved by the nation as Kim Taehyung was. You couldn’t fathom the amount of fancams and magazine spreads of him posing on some brown leather sofa and fact pieces—hell, you even knew what kind of socks the man liked—that you had spent the past hours scrolling through.

Realizing that the office was nearly empty, and that the sky was dimming into a dark hue, you were about to shut down your laptop and call it a long fucking day when a tweet on someone’s SNS caught your eye.

@truth-teller: kim taehyung? nation’s golden boy? are you all really sure about that nonsense?

The tweet was spammed with angered replies, so many that the thread seemed to stretch on for at least a mile, but your interest was piqued. This was the first word of slander you had ever witnessed against Taehyung. You quickly pounded out a message to the account.

@name_01: hey, I saw your tweet about taehyung! Do you perhaps have any more information on him? I find him suspicious too.

You tapped send and waited with bated breath for a reply. Minutes crept by, and you were about to turn off your phone and head out of work when you noticed three dots pop up, dancing before disappearing.

@truth-teller: you fr? I had to suspend my acc because of all the spam I got. No one’s believed me on it, but I have proof

You chewed on your lip. What if this was a joke, and you were just wasting your time on some internet troll with too much time on their hands. It seemed like you were taking too long to reply because another message popped up.

@truth-teller: if you don’t believe me then that’s fine. I don’t have to waste my time

@name_01: WAIT! Sorry, it took me a second to comprehend this information… Please tell me more.

You were worried that the account wouldn’t reply anymore, and that you had ruined your opportunity before the three dots popped up again and another message was sent.

@truth-teller: ok, if you want to find out more let’s move to a better messaging platform, just in case my acc gets suspended by more fans. here’s my number: xxx-xxx-xxxx

It was a gamble to send some stranger on the internet your number, but at this point, you were too desperate to really give a damn. There was a story just out of the reach of your fingertips; you would be a fool to deny the carrot on a stick you were being provided.

@name-01: okay, I’ll message you.

Name: hey! Truth-teller right? This is me from the messages

JK: yeah that’s me. I prefer JK when I’m not on sns tho

Name: I’m (y/n). I don’t mean to sound like I’m hurrying you, but I want to hear what you have to say about Taehyung.

JK: lol r u a reporter or smth? Real bossy of you keke

You sucked in a breath. Should you reveal that?

Name: haha would it be bad if I said I was?

There was no response for the next 15 minutes. Exhaling a long sigh, you decided that you should at least maneuver your way home; the office had been cleared out completely during your conversation with this JK, and you couldn’t help the creeps that the emptiness gave you. If anything, the walk back to your place would give you some outlet for the nervous energy radiating throughout you. You were nearly at the door of your apartment when your phone vibrated in your pocket, signaling a message.

JK: just checking. Makes sense that you’re one though. It’d be nice if you could break this story out, but I hope you trust me enough after I tell you what I know

You clicked the door shut behind you, your eyebrows creased as you stared at your phone screen.

Name: don’t worry. I trust you!

You dropped your bag down onto the sofa before throwing your body onto the seat. The three dots under JK’s name popped up for several minutes before disappearing. In the place of the three dots, a long message had been typed out.

JK: I didn’t really think much of taehyung when I first heard about him since he’s the nation’s golden boy or whatever bs title they call him nowadays, but my sister’s friend was a big fan of him. she went out with my sister and they met him in some shady club in gangnam. my sister’s friend got to talk to him exclusively and my sister got separated from her and got a text from her friend saying that she had smth come up and she already went home. she tried to contact her friend the day after, but she got a text back saying that her friend wasn’t feeling well. my sister’s friend was “best friends’’ with her but she didn’t contact my sister again until a week later saying she got a job opportunity overseas and already was about to board on the plane because it was important she got there fast. my sister’s friend didn’t contact her again like she dropped off the face of the earth

You pursed your lips in contemplation as you tapped out a message back, your nails clicking against the screen.

Name: ?? Are you sure that isn’t a coincidence?

JK: yeah, I thought so too but it was rly sus that my sister’s friend who had known my sister for 12 years to suddenly go overseas for a job opportunity without telling her at all. and when my sister tried to get new contact info from her friend there was no reply. but I got curious and since I do some computer work for my job i wanted to see if I could track the ip address of her phone but there was nothing. her last previous ip was all the way back in gangnam and my sister’s friend lived in incheon. that was a red flag so I decided to go talk to the landlord at my sister’s friend’s old apartment and the landlord said he didn’t see her come back since before that night but woke up to a fully paid lease and the apartment cleared out

You squinted your eyes at the screen, unable to properly process the information that this so-called JK had just given you. Chewing on your lip, you closed your eyes briefly before opening them back up and typing back a message.

Name: anything else? Sorry…just seems a bit far-fetched.

JK: think whatever then. I have to go to work now

Right when JK’s message popped up, another message pinged on your cell. You refused to let yourself ponder more on JK’s last message as you clicked on your friend’s text notification.

Platonic LOML <3: BAE, R U FREE TONIGHT? I’m lonely n want someone to come with me to this club— ik you’re not into clubs but pretty please

You were about to reply with a refusal when JK’s words came up to your mind again. You didn’t know why, but there was a sharp feeling in your gut that told you that you couldn’t miss this opportunity Call it silly intuition or some coincidental fabrication spurned by your mind, but that feeling persisted until you typed out a reply to your friend.

Name: okay fine. Come over in 30.

Taehyung swirled the liquid in his glass, watching the deep burgundy of the wine stain the glass a soft pink. His head was hurting again, and the new medication he had been taking for them on advice of the company didn’t work.

He scanned the dim, musty club, watching the pulsating lights cloak the dancing bodies in sallow shades of pale yellow. This club was a downgrade from his previous celebrity-exclusive club that he had gone to the previous week, but his manager had told him that if he really wanted peace, he should choose an area where no one would really know him.

Taehyung knew the real reason why his manager had insisted on this. Deaths of other celebrities were much harder to cover up after all.

Pity he actually followed his manager’s advice for once. The wine in here, despite the bougie price tag, was complete shit and provided him a slight buzz at best. And there was no one who really caught his eye out of the crowd of people. As he was about to get up from his seat and leave the club for somewhere with better—he contemplated going back to that celebrity club just to fuck with his company—pickings, he caught sight of someone entering the club.

You looked absolutely gorgeous, swathed in a black shift that you kept fighting to keep over your ass—and god, was it a plump ass too, the kind that made Taehyung’s cock hard in his tight black pants—with hair framing your face in a breathtaking way that showed glimpses of sparkling jewelry. Your friend, some chick with dyed green hair that Taehyung didn’t bother paying attention to, was clinging onto your arm, dragging you near the dance floor.

Taehyung knew.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you.

His head seemed to clear from the mind-numbing throb it always had when he spent too much time without another victim to take his aggression out of. Feeling the cool metal of the blade he always had tucked near his body, Taehyung sat back down in his seat, a playful smile perking at the edges of his lips. Funny enough, the blood thirst that never seemed to properly leave him was gone from his mind, an occurrence that was as rare as the pills the company liked shoving down his throat actually working for once.

You maneuvered your way over to the bar, to him, your friend pouting as she noticed you leaving before melting away into the crowd of grinding bodies. Taehyung swore then and there that the attraction between you and him was absolutely magnetic, with the way you seemed to pull the other towards one another.

He watched as you ordered some pretty-colored martini, adorably scrunching your face as the burn of alcohol coated your tongue and hit the back of your throat with a singe.

Maybe, Taehyung though to himself as he propped his chin lazily on his palm, he should really start listening to his manager more often.

Your mind was in a haze, and you didn’t even notice the man next to you until he was nearly pressed to your side, barely leaving a gap of space between the two of you.

You glanced at him, your tipsy mind suddenly sobering up as you realized who the man sitting next to you was. Kim Taehyung? What the fuck was he doing here?

“Another drink for a pretty lady?” Taehyung’s teeth showed as he charmingly flashed an award-winning coquettish smile at you, his already extremely handsome features seeming to increase in beauty from the grin.

You remembered JK’s words and a chill ran up your spine. God, his messages didn’t seem so implausible now, did they? Goosebumps rose up on your skin, freezing you to the bar table. Were…Were you his next victim?

You swallowed dryly as you tried to calm your racing heartbeat. The side of you that was a reckless journalist wanted to take a nosedive at the headliner just out of reach, but the rational side of you knew that leap of faith had a much bigger chance of you ending up disappearing off for a new job opportunity overseas, as Taehyung’s company would have it. You couldn’t write a good story if you were dead, after all.

“Thank you, but I can pay for my own drinks,’’ your lips twitched slightly as you forced them into a hopefully convincing gentle smile, refusing his offer softly before moving your body casually a few inches away from him,” Having drinks bought by strangers isn’t really my thing.”

Your smile must’ve looked a hell of a lot less nervous than you actually felt and a lot more convincing too because Taehyung’s shoulders, which had previously been winded like he was a predator getting ready to pounce on prey, seemed to relax at your words.

There was a dark gleam in his eyes when he again invaded your personal space and pushed his body near yours. He leaned in and whispered softly into your ears, his voice clear despite the early 2010s hits blaring from the speakers by the dance floor.

“If you’re scared of strangers, why don’t we get to know each other a bit?’’

Your fake smile grew stiff on your face. You felt like you were going to hurl the convenience store meal of ramen that you had scarfed before coming to the club all over the bar and Taehyung’s expensive luxury bran clothes. You could feel a sense of dread in your bones, the kind a prey animal would feel as a predator focused its carnivorous attention on them.

You forced a fake laugh, trying to drive the message that you were just not interested to Taehyung as loud and clear as you could manage.

“No thanks; I have enough people I’m close to. If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ve left my friend alone for far too long on the dance floor.”

You pushed yourself off the bar table, flashing a strained polite smile before you headed over the dance floor, trying to keep your pace slow and steady instead of breaking out into the outright run you wanted to do.

Taehyung inhaled the linger scent of your perfume, a natural smell that sweetly layered itself over the damp musky air of the club. His eyes, even as you tried to focus on the pounding music and forget the fear embedded deeply in your gut, never seemed to leave your form. Even when you burrowed yourself deeply into the crowd away from his view, you could still feel it.

You found yourself painfully sober after that encounter, trying to look normal in front of your friend for the rest of the night that seemed to painstakingly drag on for eternity. Even when you had the short 2-minute walk from the cab you took to your front door, you didn’t stop looking over your shoulder, still feeling the chill that came with the thought of Taehyung’s gaze. When you got inside your home, the bubbling nausea in your stomach took control over you, and you ended up heaving your dinner down the toilet.

When you managed to somewhat pull yourself together, you typed out a quick message with practically shaking fingers to the only one you could think of in that moment would understand what you were feeling, You stared at your unsent message before hastily pressing send.Name: I didn’t know who to talk to, but I saw Taehyung at the club today. I think you’re right about what you said about Taehyung.

Name: I didn’t know who to talk to, but I saw Taehyung at the club today. I think you’re right about what you said about Taehyung.

Ping!

You barely managed to fall asleep that night, and your eyes painfully ached when you peeled your eyelids open, hurriedly grabbing your phone and turning it on to check your messages.

JK: what happened? Sry for late response. Job keeps me busy all night

Your fingers flew over the keyboard as you typed out your message, furrowing your eyebrows in concentration as you tried to relay the events of your night in hopefully comprehensible words.

Name: I went with my friend to some sketchy club idk what area at this point but I went to the bar and I felt someone come up to me ?? I turned and realized it was Taehyung, and he offered to buy me a drink but I declined. Makes me sick how I could’ve been his next victim, so I tried to leave and go back to where there was more ppl in the club, But I can’t stop thinking about the look in his eyes. There was something sickening in them, I couldn’t put my finger on it.

JK didn’t respond for a bit, and you exhaled a trembling breath when his message popped up.

JK: be careful. Im glad you managed to get away

Name: I’m scared. I didn’t know what to do, but hopefully I’ll never see him again once I get this scoop out.

JK: stay safe. Thx for telling me. Text me if anything else happens.

You let out a shaky breath before clicking your phone off, your nerves still rattled but slightly more calmed down after talking with JK. You had to get ready for work, but at this rate, you weren’t even sure how you would be able to get through the day. Maybe you should take a sick day? No, you couldn’t.

The elevator dinged closed behind you as you stepped out of it into the office. As you were about to take a seat at your desk, your boss rushed out of his office, relief, something he never showed to you, evident on his expression once he caught sight of you.

“(Y/n)! Come into my office; I have an important job for you,’’ your boss ushered you into his office without another word, practically pushing a baffled you into the room frantically,” You know the company that manages Kim Taehyung? They reached out and agreed to an exclusive one-on-one interview with Kim Taehyung only, and only, if you agreed to the interview.”

You stiffened, your body frozen as you tried to process the words your boss had just spoken. Your brain seemed to be running a marathon as you computed the words your boss said, and you could only meekly respond with a limp,” Why me? Can’t somebody…Can’t someone else take over? Boss…you know I’m not that experienced.”

Boss Kim barely paid any attention to your words as he rested a hand on your shoulder with a confident look on his face.

“Then, use this opportunity to get more experience. You want to show the world that you’re a journalist by getting a scoop? Then take this interview! You know the company never agrees to exclusive one-on-one interviews unless they’re all staged, but there wasn’t even talk of this being staged at all. If you can use this opportunity and get something big, won’t this be your biggest step towards a great journalist career?’’ your boss exclaimed,’’ If you back out, another chance like this won’t come again!”

As much of an asshole Boss Kim was sometimes, you could find the logic in his words. Besides, it must be a coincidence that Kim Taehyung wanted you specifically to give him an interview; maybe he wanted a newbie, so they wouldn’t have much experience trying to fish out personal details and twist his words.

That’s right. There was no way he even remembered what you looked like. You guys interacted for, what, a solid 2 minutes last night. And if you did this interview right, you could use it as a building block as evidence for the headliner you intended to release with what JK had told you.

You exhaled, nodding your head firmly.

“I will. I’ll take this interview.”

Boss Kim’s face brightened, making him look much more like the stereotypical handsome CEO character found in dramas. Since he always looked exhausted and stressed out, he always seemed more intimidating, an aura that seemed to scare off any thoughts about how gorgeous he actually was. You had to admit: your heart did flutter a bit at his face.

“Excellent! He’s waiting in the meeting room right now! You only need, what, six hours to prepare, right?”

Fuck, you take back that heart flutter. Boss Kim was an asshole.

“S-Sir,’’ you sputtered,” I can’t…’’

Before you even finished your words, Boss Kim was already ushering you back out of the office.

“I believe in you! You got this!”

He closed the door behind you. You swallowed back the mouthful of swears you wanted to spew before scrambling towards your desk.

You weren’t prepared, but you knew you would do anything for a scoop.

Exactly 6 hours and seventeen seconds later, you were primly seated in front of Kim Taehyung.

The seats were annoyingly too close, and you cursed Boss Kim in your heart, knowing that the reason why the chairs were placed in such an unprofessional manner was because Boss Kim wanted to create the perfect intimate setting for no cost. If you tried to extend your legs, you’d end up smacking them straight into Taehyung’s legs.

You, although disgruntled, had to admit that there was a reason why so many major brands wanted him as their model. He was handsome under the shitty lighting of the musty club last night, but here, with his hair and makeup carefully done despite the fluorescent lighting of the room, he was every synonym of the word beautiful combined into one person.

Blond strands of his hair brushed his chiseled features, and his eyes, curved attractively and framed with delicate long wisps of eyelashes, was intensely focused on your face. He looked ever like a marble statue, carved with attention and detail to be the most perfect specimen artistry could ever create. But he wasn’t perfect; that was what you knew. And that would also be what would you get just one step ahead of him.

You swept a piece of hair and tucked it behind an ear as you scanned your hastily scribbled notes. His eyes clung to that movement, as if he was mesmerized by your every action, and you peeked a look through your lashes. Your eyes met, and you forced a stiff smile.

“Kim Taehyung-ssi,’’ you rolled your shoulders back into a proper posture, gingerly extending a hand out for him to take,” Good morning. It’s an honor to be able to do an interview with you.”

The edges of his lips tilted upward, and there was a playful glint in his eyes as his previous fiercely predatory state melted into the façade he put up in front of the public. He reached out and took your hand, throwing you off guard as he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

“Likewise, it’s an honor to have an interview with you, (Y/n).’’

Yuck, you were going to have to wash your hands later. Anyways, what kind of person even kissed the back of people’s hands nowadays? This was the 21st century for fuck’s sake. You somehow kept your grimace to yourself.

You nervously laughed as you practically yanked your hand back out of his grasp. You casually wiped the back of your hand on the fabric of your skirt, disguising the movement as simply brushing off dust. Taehyung’s eyes didn’t leave any of your movements, and he laughed a little as he realized just what you were doing.

Oh, you were so interesting. You weren’t like the rest of them, the fans that threw themselves at him adoringly; hell, he was sure you weren’t even a fan. He was entranced. When he was close to you, the headaches seemed to fade; he didn’t want to drown himself in another body when he was with you. He didn’t want to kill when he was with you.

You ignored his burning gaze, breezing through the beginning parts of the interview. Finally, you reached the part that you had been anxiously preparing for.

“So, I heard that you’re trying out a new actor role. As a model and an artist and now an actor, we have to admit that your talents are incredibly versatile, Kim Taehyung-ssi.’’ You continued speaking. “Could you tell us a little more about this role?’’

“You flatter me too much, (Y/n).’’ He purposefully had left any formalities to the wind in this interview, a move that made you want to grind your teeth. “Yes, I was offered one of the leading roles in a new thriller movie. I’ll be acting as one of the charismatic but complex characters. I hope to show you and all of my fans a new side to Kim Taehyung.”

“Ah, a new side,’’ you nodded lightly,” Your new role as a charismatic serial killer who targets his admirers is certainly what many would call…complex. How do you go about preparing for such a twisted role?”

“Hmm…,’’ Taehyung’s lips curled up menacingly for a brief moment before fading away into a breezy smile,’’ It’s quite difficult to immerse myself into a role in which I have limited experience in, so I like to read through the script and make a map of what the character is like. What motivates him; what makes him so…complex, as you called it. I pretend to be like the character. How do I make myself think like him? That’s the question I like to try to find an answer to.”

“Ah, this is simply my personal opinion, but to truly play the character requires some true life experience…Is it possible that you’ve ever done anything similar to what the character has done in real life?”

A pin seemed to drop in that very moment from the silence that crowded the room. Everyone in the room froze and stared at you, their glances less than pleasant. You bore it all as you stared intently into his eyes. Slip up, you prayed, do something that will make you slip up. There was not even a brief soft sound in the 10 seconds that it took for Taehyung to respond.

He was rigid, the smile plastered on his face barely fading. Come on, you begged, expose yourself just a bit.

“Your response is lagging for just a bit, Kim Taehyung-ssi. It makes you seem guilty just a bit, doesn’t it?’’

He snapped out of it right then and there.

“I was simply contemplating my response. Your impatience is something not so befitting of a formal interview. To answer your question, isn’t a role just a role at the end of the day? If you think about it, I’m not the only person to have played a role like this. Many actors and actresses have done so without any thought of relating it to their real life. After all, a role is simply an imaginary self.”

You both stared into each other’s eyes, and you felt the gazes of other people around you burn into you.

You settled on a retreat. It was fine; this interview was just the first building block. You laughed lightly, throwing off the previous tense silence easily.

“Of course! We wouldn’t expect nothing but, right? We hope to see your talent truly shine through in this new role!’’

The tenseness in the room seemed to slip away right then, and the deathly gazes on you flitted away, like they were never there in the first place.

You let out a sigh as you left the interview room. God, that was terrifying, but you knew that you had to do what you had just previously done. What you had just done asserted the theory that you had. His company was hiding something about him, and that something was nothing less than downright horrific.

JK, you thought to yourself, I’m going to expose this story, just you wait.

“You weren’t just going to leave, huh?’’

You heard a familiar voice speak behind you, and you quickly spun around.

“Kim Taehyung-ssi,’’ you forced out of your throat,’’ I believed you had already left.”

“I was going to, but I wanted to speak to you about the interview. The company rarely lets me do interviews, so it was really refreshing to have one done with you. We worked so well together, and I would like to thank you for the pleasant experience you had given me with dinner. You must be starving, right?’’

You had been starving earlier, but one word from Taehyung left your stomach churning in nausea.

“No!’’ your voice was a bit too loud, so you hastily softened it,’’ No, that’s not necessary. You don’t need to thank me.”

Taehyung took steps closer to you, and you unconsciously took a step back. Noticing your movements, he looked at you and flashed a grin that might’ve looked harmless to others but outright menacing to you.

“Are you scared of me?’’ his voice was almost like a purr. You fought back a shiver, straightening your back and looking him straight in the eyes.

“No,’’ you stabilized your voice, keeping a waver out of it,” Why would I be scared of you? You’re not some higher being than me just because you’re a celebrity. You’re human, after all. But, as you can see, I have work to do, so I will have to politely decline your offer.”

“You can have the rest of the day off.”

You spun around on your heels, your gaze colliding with Boss Kim’s. When did he arrive?

“Sir! Boss! No, if I skipped out on work, I’d be a burden to everyone. Besides, I—,’’ your voice was cut off by another voice.

“It’d be good to establish a positive relationship between your company and ours. Your boss would usually be the one to go to a dinner, but I believe he already has plans. Any work you were unable to fulfill today will be taken care of.”

The voice seemed to chill you to the bone. You turned to make eyes with a man. Was he…Taehyung’s manager? Although he was handsome, the kind of handsome that was comparable with Taehyung’s, something about him churned your stomach. While Taehyung was like a predator waiting to pounce on his prey, the man behind this voice was already sinking his teeth into the neck, wringing out the… You snapped out of your thoughts.

Snap out of it, you mentally scolded yourself.

“How about it?’’ Taehyung’s manager coldly smiled, his tone like glaciers.

You opened your mouth to try to refute, but with the burning gaze from your boss, you could only dip your head in a bow, your voice low.

“Thank you for the offer. I accept.”

They couldn’t kill you, right? It’d be too obvious.

You followed them out, and when you passed by Boss Kim, you made a panicked glance at him. What greeted you made you halt briefly in your pace.

When Boss Kim made eye contact with you, he patted your shoulder in what should’ve been reassurance. His lips spread out in a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Don’t disappoint me, hmm?’’

His words, spoken low and steady, left a chill in your veins as you kept walking, and the sliding doors of the elevator dinged close behind you, effectively trapping you with Taehyung and his manager.

You somehow made it out of the elevator and through the tense car ride alive. Now, you were seated next to Taehyung himself in the private room of a restaurant. Smoke rose from the grill, briefly obscuring your view of his manager from across you.

You tried to think positively of the situation. If Taehyung was drunk, maybe he’d slip up, but…you made a furtive glance at his manager from across the grill, slightly jolting when your eyes collided with his own. The fear that nearly overcame you made you nauseous.

“A drink?”

Taehyung’s voice broke the tense silence, and you turned to see him already raising his glass. You stiffly smiled, barely managing to keep the nervous twitch out of the curves of your lips.

“I don’t drink.”

“It’s impolite to decline a friendly offer. Come on, a toast to a wonderful…partnership.” Taehyung chuckled, raising his glass, as he leaned his chin onto the propped palm of his hand,” And we wouldn’t want a bad start to it.”

You were panicking by now, but you could imagine what Boss Kim would say if Taehyung’s company pulled out because of something so miniscule. You couldn’t afford to lose your job, not with the way you had fought tooth and nail to get your position; you wouldn’t last a month without your job or the meager protection it gave you.

You made your decision, a decision you would’ve done anything else but avoid, and tilted the glass up, clinking it against Taehyung’s glass. Turning away, you made it look like you were lightly sipping the drink, but you only allowed the liquid to slightly wet your lips. You set down the still-full glass and smiled pleasantly.

“I can only drink this much. Anymore, and I would experience terrible side effects.”

Taehyung didn’t seem even irked by your feeble attempt at pretending; instead, his eyes filled with amusement. He didn’t stop staring at you, and the threatening vibe of it caused you to unconsciously delve into your habit of gripping your glass of water and drinking it in an attempt to calm your nerves.

You placed the empty glass back down before resuming anxiously picking at your food. A pair of chopsticks—specifically Taehyung’s chopsticks—placed a piece of barbecued meat on your bowl of rice.

“Not feeling hungry? You need to eat. Skipping meals is bad for your health,’’ Taehyung beamed as he watched you carefully pick up the piece of meat and eat it. It would’ve been delicious any other time, but the churning in your gut made it taste like sand in your mouth. You dryly swallowed it.

“I’m heading to the restroom.”

You heard Taehyung’s manager speak in his flat tone, and you threw a skittish glance at him as he stood up and walked out of the private room, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

“Ah, now that that nuisance is out of the way, why don’t we talk more?’’ Taehyung’s tone was playful, and you flinched as he leaned closer to you, his breath brushing against the outer shell of your ear.

“Kim Taehyung-ssi,’’ you gritted the name through your teeth,” Please respect my personal space.”

He laughed lowly before he dropped a hand on your thigh. You were about to make a move to push him away, but your body suddenly felt tired, like you weren’t quite in control anymore.

“Come on, do what I say, and your little news company will do so much better. Your boss didn’t tell you this, but your company’s going bankrupt. One peep from me, and your company will rise in ranking, but I can only do that if I’m in a…happy mood.”

Taehyung pressed even closer to you, his nose against the curve of your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply in. His hands moved from his side and he ripped open the buttons of your shirt, groping your bra-covered tits. You let out an incoherent mumble in response, trying to flimsily kick at him.

Where was the waiter? Why was his manager taking so long? They planned this!

Disgust and heat coiled in your gut, but you were too dizzy to move. Something…that bastard…Did he spike your water? You were too careless, fuck. Taehyung moved one hand to tilt your chin up before his lips met yours. Despite how sloppy of a kiss it was, you could tell he was experienced, practically tasting every inner crevice of your soft mouth with his tongue, and you should’ve continued to be revolted, but whatever pill in your system had you melting into his mouth.

Taehyung seemed to sense the turmoil and conflict in you and the soft give of your will, and that seemed to make him even braver. He slid a hand up your skirt, his touch hot even through the fabric of your stockings, and you let out a startled moan against his lips, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth. He pulled back, and you could barely see through the teary haze of your eyes. It had been too long since the last time you had a good fuck. You just wanted to be touched…wanted to be fucked so hard his cock would press against your womb.

“I just want to see you let go a bit, baby,’’ there was the triumph of domination in his voice. The sober part of you wanted to rebel, wanted to push and scream and kick him away, but you weren’t sober, weren’t clear-minded. Your legs spread as if begging for more of his touch.

He ripped his fingers through your stocking, and the material easily gave way underneath his strength. You could feel the damp spot on your panties, growing as he rubbed his fingertips against your drooling pussy. You shivered slightly in delirious pleasure as his finger rolled over your throbbing clit.

“Mmph!’’ you let out a sound as he pushed your soaked panties to the side and pushed his fingers deep into your pussy. You couldn’t object, not when your pussy was stretching with a spine-tingling ache around his fingers, and especially not when he begin to set a teasing pace. He pushed his fingers in, and you shut your eyes in shame as your moans grew louder.

Your toes curled as his movements grew faster, reaching deep into you, and you were so, so close. Oh my god you could feel…and you were cumming hard. Your walls shivered and twitched around his still moving fingers, and you murmured a dazed plea as he finally stilled and pulled his fingers out. You, still twitching from how hard you came earlier, were ashamed to see the way his fingers glistened with the remnants of your arousal and orgasm.

The sound of his pants being unclasped drew you out of your drugged state. No, he wasn’t going to…Come on, snap out of it, snap out of it.

He drew back closer again, and you sucked in a breath, trying to push through your daze. He leaned in. You managed to bring your arms up to the table, grabbing the nearest object that you could reach. Your trembling fingers closed around your nearly empty water glass, and you took it, raising it and smashing it as hard as you could over his head. Water, ice cubes, and glass shards struck as the glass broke. Taehyung, not expecting the blow, had a temporary moment of weakness, and you managed to push him off you.

You shoved yourself up onto shaky legs, wrapping the ripped blouse around your weakened body, and forced yourself into a run outside of the room. The hallway of the restaurant around the private rooms was empty, devoid of any person. You frantically looked over your shoulder, relieved that you didn’t see him coming after you. This was a public place, though it was late at night, and you knew Taehyung wouldn’t risk his perfect reputation. But still, you remembered his manager was still out there.

You couldn’t let them kill you…You had to survive! You broke into a blind run, ignoring the strange looks and the calls you got from the restaurant’s staff as you pushed out of the restaurant into the street. You kept running despite the dizziness of your mind, and you could barely see what was in front of you before…You crashed into someone, slamming into their body so hard that you were sent sprawling to the ground.

“Please…,’’ you choked out, your voice strangled, crying out a desperate plea as you grabbed onto their clothes,’’ Please help me.”

Your mind was dizzy, splotches of colors splattering your blurry vision. Your body had overexerted yourself, and you prayed that you wouldn’t end up a dead body on the news as your grip around the clothes went lip, and you collapsed into the road. Through the buzzing of your ears, you could hear a startled voice call out, feel a firm touch grab your shoulders and try to shake you awake. Some strange hope rose in you; maybe…maybe…?

You murmured desperately one last mumble, your words barely making sense, as you spiraled into unconsciousness.

“JK…please help me.”

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Next work will be a fic for Jungkook’s upcoming birthday. Poll will be released soon for what kind of plot it should have!

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kingsuckjin · 4 years ago

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Wait Your Turn

Pairing: maknae line x reader

Genre: all smut, friends to lovers

About: it's Jungkook's birthday and you, Jimin, and Taehyung want to show him a good time... which may or may not include a game of truth or dare, a sex doll, and a little degradation for the youngest.

Warnings: foursome, voyurism, double penetration, degradation (m&f), sex doll fucking and oral sex, an R rated game of truth or dare, cum kink, sub!kook AND dom! Kook, sub!reader, dom!Tae, dom!Jimin, reader has nipple rings, hair pulling, dirty talk, fingering (f recieving), oral sex (f&m recieving)

Words: 4k

A/N: this fic was supposed to be out in September I think, oops

"Jin, Hoseok, get off of the countertop!" Namjoon scolded from the living room as you all watched them drunkenly dance. No one could take Namjoon's demand seriously though with the way he was laughing holding the beer can. He was absolutely plastered, but so were the two dancing on the counter.

Tae and Jungkook sat cross legged on the floor trying to see who could slap the other harder.

"And over here we have our pain kink boys." You snorted, causing Namjoon to nearly spit out his beer and Jimin gave a little devious laugh from where you sat on his lap.

It was getting wild in here, music was blaring, balloons that had been strung up were now torn down into the floor or popped, Yoongi had went to his room hours ago and fallen asleep. For some reason there was an armless, legless, headless sex doll someone had bought for Jungkook's birthday as a joke, and it simply just lay on the dining room table very casually.

You swore Jungkook kept looking at where you were perched on Jimin's lap… or maybe he was just trying to look up your skirt from where he sat on the floor, either way you didn't mind. You were slightly buzzed and in a turned on mood.

You watched as Jungkook's eyes flickered to you again after another slap to the face from Taehyung.

You made sure he was watching as you placed your hand on Jimin's knee. You and Jimin were friends, but you had a tendency to constantly flirt with each other seeing as you were both just flirty people.

Jimin responded by moving his hand that was around your waist and moving it to the hem of your skirt.

"Do you want to play with them or me?" Jimin whispered into your ear. You knew he was talking about Jungkook and Jin on the floor. You smiled slyly a little at his question before turning, cupping your hand over his ear and replying

"Why not all of you?"

You backed away and he gave you a wink.

"So when are you two finally going to fuck?" Namjoon scoffed at you and Jimin.

"Who knows." Jimin smirked. "Why, jealous?"

"No, a little grossed out." The older one joked back before glancing over at the two who were on the counter, now passed out and almost cuddling. "I'm going to head to bed so I don't have to watch you two deviants fucking in front of me.

"Your loss." Jimin retorted but Namjoon simply just got up and walked away.

"Hey." Jimin gave the two men on the floor a devious look. "Since it's Jungkook's birthday let's make it one he will remember."

Jungkook's eyes went wide with surprise as Jin agreed.

"Kook you in?" You asked him and watched as his eyes flickered to where Jimin's thumb was doing slight circles on your bare skin.

"Yes." He said simply as he looked back at your face.

"Little warm up of truth or dare first?" Jimin suggested "but without the boring truths, only dares. Jungkook you can even go first."

"Well what's okay to do?"

"Anything." Jimin replied.

You could see the cogs turning in his head as he thought of something.

"I dare you to kiss Taehyung."

Jimin sighed as he got down from the sofa and onto the floor.

Tae was making teasing kissing noises until Jimin grabbed him by the face and pulled him into his lips. The kiss was brief, but long enough to stun you.

"My turn!" Jimin announces and sets his eyes on Jungkook "I'll start easy. Get as close as you can to your noona's face without kissing her for a whole minute."

You looked at Jungkook who blushed a little at the term noona. You wondered if that's what he called you to the other boys in private.

"Is- Is that okay?" He asked you and you motioned for him to come on over as you got onto the floor to sit beside him.

You both leaned in and your eyes automatically shut. You never felt his lips touch yours, but you could feel his breath on your lips.

God how you wanted to kiss him, you've wanted to for such a long time. You wanted to know if his lips were as delicate and as soft as you thought compared to his muscular hard body. You really like to have him all pressed up against you, warm skin, his nervous breaths, his-

"Times up!"

You pulled back at Jimin's announcement and felt your cheeks get warm at the thoughts you had about poor Kookie just now. You took your spot back on Jimin's lap even though you both now just sat on the floor. "Taehyung, your go."

"Jimin, I dare you to touch her bare boob." He said with full confidence without hesitation.

You and Jimin doubled over in laughter.

"What?" Taehyung asked.

"Nothing," you tried your best to curb your laughter.

"It just seemed a little childish." Jimin grinned.

"Just wait until my next turn then." Tae grumbled as you pulled the collar of your short away from you to let Jimin's hand in from behind you. His hands were slightly cooler than your skin, nearly making you shudder.

Jimin went wide eyed and gasped as soon as his hand brushed over your nipple.

"Ohhhh!" Jimin seemed delighted as he let out some giggles.

"What?" Jungkook tilted his head in curiosity.

"Noona's got a secret." Jimin's sing song voice made you roll your eyes.

"Does she have her nipples pierced?" Taehyung guessed and Jimin smirked at him. "She does!"

It was almost comical how delighted the two seemed. You looked over at Jungkook to see his wide eyed deer caught in the headlights look at your clothes chest.

"Right, well I'm taking my hand out of here because Tae didn't give me a time." He retrieved his hand from inside your shirt and bra. "Y/n you're next."

"Jungkook." You seemed to snap him from his gaze at your chest, he looked utterly lost for a moment. Jimin leaned into your ear and cupped his hand between his mouth and your ear so the others couldn't see what he was saying.

"Tell him to take off his pants." He whispered.

"Is that cheating? He can't give her ideas, right?" Jungkook asked before even knowing what Jimin had told you.

"I'll allow it." Tae shrugged.

"Jungkook take off your pants." You demanded.

The youngest gave Jimin a brief dirty look as he stood and began to undo his jeans.

As he slid them off you could see that he looked half hard.

He sat back down and folded his pants neatly before placing them on the floor beside him.

You knew from the look on Jungkook's face he was going to get payback on jimin for asking you to dare him to do that, and it was his turn.

"Noona" To your surprise Jungkook looked at you and even called you noona unabashedly.

"I dare you to not sit on Jimin's lap for the rest of the game."

"Oh come on." Tae and Jimin complained in unison

"that was such a weak dare, and I was the one with the boob dare." Taehyung whined at kook but you simply just moved off of Jimin's lap knowing Jungkook let you off easily.

"You jealous Jungkookie?" Jimin lifted a brow at him. "You wish your noona was sitting on your lap?"

"Jungkook is jealous." Tae helped Jimin in teasing him.

"Who's next?" You asked.

"Me." Jimin states and looks at Jungkook "Tae" the name catches you off guard as he still looks at the youngest, you now guess it's to gauge his reaction to what's about to come out of his mouth. "Take y/n to the closet and finger her for three minutes. If you can make her cum then you don't have to take your pants off, but of you don't then say goodbye to your pants."

Taehyung looks at you and you give him a nod.

He stands and helps you to your feet and leads you off towards the closet.

You close the door leaving the two of you alone in the dark.

Taehyung wasted no time in yanking your skirt up around your waist. He grabs one of your thighs and wraps it around his waist before dipping a hand into your pants.

You hadn't realized how wet you were until you heard the sounds as his fingers dove into your core. You both didn't have time for teasing or games, and you could tell from the quick movements of Tae's fingers inside of you and his thumb rubbing your clit that he was on a mission.

It felt good, it felt so good and you were very turned on, but it seemed so rushed.

You did your best to let go of your tension and concentrate on the moment and how his fingers were masterfully working you, but the metaphorical ticking clock made it hard to relax.

You tightened around him as you got into it more and felt yourself getting closer.

"Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers, make a mess on them." He urged.

"I'm so close" you whined and gripped his shirt "so fucking clos-"

"Times up." You heard Jimin call from outside the closet.

Taehyung sighed and stopped before carefully pulling his fingers out of you. He whipped them haphazardly on his shirt before trying to help you fix your skirt and underwear. Jimin continued to nag for you both to come out of the closet.

You swung the door open to see both Jimin and Jungkook standing right there.

"It didn't sound like you got her off Tae." Jimin slyly pointed out.

Taehyung looked annoyed at Jimin.

"Let's move this to Jungkook's room, I don't want those guys waking up and wondering why half of us are pantless." He stated.

"Okay." Jungkook agreed but Jimin was already taking off down the hall.

Once inside, you realized Taehyung was missing only for him to walk in with the rubber torso sex doll in his hands. He tossed it onto Jungkook's bed before locking the door, stripping down to his underwear even though his pants were only supposed to come off, and tossing the clothes to the floor.

"I told you this next one we'd would be better." He stated as the three of you looked at it lying on the bed "Jimin, go down on the doll for three minutes."

"Watch me be able to make it cum." Jimin joked as he settled on the bed and you all sat around him. It was no doubt a shot at Taehyung.

You watched as Jimin bent over and began lick slowly up the rubber slit before placing kisses with his full lips along it. It was almost mesmerizing the way he did it so passionately. Then came the quiet licking and sucking noises along with Jimin's quiet moans. With every moan it sent tingles through you and made you clench around nothing.

You looked around at the other two to see Jungkook looking just as focused as you had been, mouth slightly open in his stare. Taehyung didn't look too impressed though as he watched the clock on his phone he had pulled out. Your eyes went to Jungkook once more which had caught you looking at him, you watched his throat bob as he swallowed.

"Time." Tae announced.

Jimin wiped his own spit from around his chin as he acted like he didn't just eat a doll out like it was an Olympic sport.

"Noona, your turn." Jungkook points out, still calling you by that which you were starting to kind of like if you were being honest.

"Tae, since I can't, I dare you to sit on Jimin's lap." You had decided. Taehyung scooted right onto Jimin's lap.

"Jungkook it's your turn, don't be a pussy with this one." Taehyung commented.

"Noona, take off your clothes."

You blinked at Jungkook and the suddenness of his words.

"All of them?" You asked as you began to strip down.

"All of them… if that's okay." He confirmed.

You knew they were all watching you as you shed yourself of your bra and underwear and exposed them to the cool air and to their eyes.

Jungkook wouldn't look away from your body and that only turned you on more.

"Want to touch her Jungkook?" Jimin asked him and you watched as Jungkook's throat bobbed again with a swallow before answering quietly.

"Yes"

"Taehyung, I dare you to suck her pierced nipples for an undesignated amount of time." Jimin announced knowing fully that he was toying with Jungkook, you all knew at this point. You were all pretty much in on it now.

You turned to face Taehyung who left left Jimin's lap to sit between your legs.

He laid you back onto the bed, leaning over so that he was on top of you. You felt his warm breath on your just for a split second. Your nipple ring clicked against his teeth as he took it into his mouth.

You couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he used his tongue to play with the bud and ring.

"Noona." You thought Jungkook was calling for you until you realized how desperate and needy he sounded. He was *whining for you.*

Taehyung released your nipple with a pop "Jimin, touch Jungkook. Don't let him cum. Jungkook, you aren't allowed to touch yourself from here on out. That's a dare." Directly after Taehyung spoke he moved onto the untouched nipple as you watched Jungkook take his shirt off and Jimin sit behind him.

Taehyung's underwear was the only thing separating him from slipping into you as he grinded his hips into yours.

Jimin slipped his hand from behind Jungkook into the elastic band. You could see now that Jungkook was very much hard. There was a bottle of lube laying beside where they sat that you hadn't seen them take out, but you could hear the wetness of. as Jimin jerked him under the screen of his underwear.

Taehyung bit down on your nipple slightly, earning him another moan from you.

Jungkook's legs were spread so you could see every pump of his cock Jimin was giving him.

"You like it when we play with your noona?" Jimin teased him.

"Yes but I want her." Jungkook whined as he panted.

The sound of his words along with Taehyung going at your nipple only made you try to buck your hips into his harder.

"You can have her when we're done with her. You can watch us fuck your precious whore noona."

"Ahhh." Jungkook let out as he now bucked into Jimin's hand.

You had an idea.

"I want to see Jungkook fuck the doll." You demanded.

Taehyung lifted up off of you and switched places with Jimin as Jungkook took off his underwear prompting the others to finish undressing too.

Taehyung positioned the torso to lay right beside you as Jimin now knelt fully naked between your legs.

Jungkook was handed the bottle lube which he made sure to coat his cock in. You got to watch as he stroked himself for a moment before Taehyung yelled at him.

You felt a sudden wet warmth of a tongue slide between your folds and you realized Jimin's head was between your legs. He was using those beautiful full lips you.

You gasped a little before letting out a whimper, just in time to watch Jungkook's slick dick slide into the pussy of the doll.

The way that Jimin was eating you out with such grace and ferocity all at once was making your spread knees begin to quiver.

You wondered where Taehyung was for a moment until you felt a pull on your hair, forcing you to face the opposite direction. Tae had his cock patiently waiting for your mouth to open. The moment you opened your mouth, he shoved himself into your throat all at once. He used his hand entangled in your hair to make your head move up and down on his length.

"Jungkook, what do you think of your noona's mouth full of my cock?"

"Noona" You couldn't see him but you could hear his groan of pleasure perfectly.

You were close once again, so incredibly close that you didn't know if you could stop yourself this time. You pulled Taehyung out of your mouth just to tell them.

"Don't cum baby, that's for Jungkook." Jimin told you.

"You think we could both fit inside of you baby?" Taehyung stroked himself by your face now.

"Please? Please." You begged with your voice hoarse.

Taehyung came around behind Jimin who was forced to press himself into your body to make room for Taehyung. Jimin held completely still as Taehyung lube himself up and attempted to cramp himself into your pussy with Jimin's cock.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth at the burning stretch.

"Noona? Stop hyung, hold on." Jungkook had stopped thrusting into the silicone torso beside you.

"You alright?" Jimin seemed concerned as well.

"I'm fine, keep going it's okay." You said but they still gave you a moment to adjust until you asked them to move.

Once they began to move together, the feeling of two cocks inside of you, filling you and stretching you was like nothing else.

"Look at Jungkook, baby. Look at him wishing he was inside of you." Jimin.

You watched Jungkook beside you still thrusting away, eyes shut and a moaning mess.

"You want to kiss her kook? Why don't you tell her what you said about her in private. I'll let you kiss her if you tell her."

"No hyung. I-I don't remember."

Suddenly Jungkook's head was forced back by Taehyung leaning forward and grabbing the back of his hair to make him look at you instead of down at the mattress.

"You said you really like her, didn't you Kookie?" Tae teasingly questioned.

"Y-yes." He answered.

You watched as Jimin smirked at him from on top of you before facing you again.

You could see from the evil look in Jimin's eye that he was up to no good, but it was so hard to pay too much attention with both Jimin and Taehyung thrusting into and stretching your abused pussy.

Jimin’s soft, plump lips were on yours and his tongue was in your mouth. Your mouth tried to keep up with his, but you couldn't stop moaning.

You could hear Jungkook's whimpers as Jimin withdrew his lips from yours and looked you right in the eyes, biting his reddened bottom lip a moment.

"Oh Jungkook, I can't even begin to tell you how good she feels." He closed his eyes and let out an exaggerated moan "such a good girl for us, so wet and warm and a good little whore."

You couldn't help but squeeze around both of them at the praise which triggered Taehyung to cum in a fit of crowns and curses before pulling out of you carefully.

You squeezed your eyes shut to focus all your power on not coming too. Jimin was now whispering filthy things in your ear while fucking into you hard as you felt Taehyung's cum begin to leak out of you. You saw Jungkook watching your fingers tangle in the sheets with a fucked out look on his face as you struggled to hang on.

"Want me to cum all over you whore? I'll leave the mess for Jungkook." Jimin's breath on your ear was giving you goosebumps.

You heard a loud cracked moan come from him only to look over to see him struggling to thrust into the torso, he was sweating bullets and looking well past his limit.

"Hyung, let me have her please, please. Fuck I just want inside of her once." He pleaded.

"You can stop and kiss her if you want." Jimin offered him.

You watched as Jungkook's sticky, reddened cock pulled out of the silicone pussy before he crawled on up to your face.

You took him by the shoulder and pulled him into your face from the side, wasting no time in finally clashing your tongues together hungrily.

You both moaned into each other's mouths and jungkook's lips moved with yours as Jimin's thrusts began to get so strong they made you bounce upward.

"Move Kook" Jimin demanded and Jungkook ripped his lips away from yours, sat back on his knees and watched as Jimin pulled out of you. Jimin shot ribbon after ribbon of warm cum all over your bare stomach.

The thick white fluid pooled into your belly button. Jimins hand went to Jungkook's hair making him lower his head onto your torso.

The youngest glanced up at you through his hair before he began to lick up the fluid from your body, once all gone Jimin released his grasp on him and stood up from the bed.

You looked around to see Taehyung had apparently left the room already and Jimin was throwing on his pants.

"Happy birthday kook." He gave him a smirk.

Jungkook now looked at you with wide eyes as if he didn't know what to do with you.

Once the bedroom door closed behind Jimin, Jungkook spoke.

"Are you okay noona? Do you need a break? Do you-"

"No. Please just fuck me Jungkook. Please fucking finish me, I'm begging you." You could almost cry, but luckily Jungkook listened to your pleas and crawled onto you.

He gave his still hard and le as king cocks a few good pumps with his hand that knocked the breath out of you before pushing into you.

He stayed still a moment inside of you with his eyes shut and you were worried he would cum right then and there, although he deserved to, it would still be a bit disappointing for you.

"I might not last long but I'm going to get you off." He promised as if he could read your mind. He began slow at first but quickly lost himself and plastered his lips to yours. In no time at all he was fucking you with your legs over his muscular shoulders so roughly that your head bumped into his headboard over and over, but neither of you cared.

You weren't sure if his need to be the best was coming into play right now or if he just fucked like that, but you were glad for it because you were bound to snap at any moment.

"You like that noona? You like when I fuck you nice and hard? You wanted my cock didn't you noona?" His voice seemed sweetly teasing as he pulverized you from the waist down.

"Fuck." This was it you felt it coming on.

"You gonna cum for only my cock?" He asked at the moment your orgasm took over.

"Fuck noona." His cock stiffened inside I'd you as he thrusted harder and faster. You were possibly screaming his name, but he seemed to enjoy it as you felt his strong pulsing squirts of his release. His last thrust he pushed himself hard into, you as if trying to bury his own seed deeper than Taehyung's.

"What the-" he had to pause to pant "-fuck. That felt so good."

"Happy birthday." You said through your own wild breathing. "We could definitely do this on a day that's not your birthday, if you want, just us."

"God what a lucky day." He laughed as he pulled out and laid down beside you. "Wait, are you going to leave and go to your room? Is that what this is?"

"No." You decided "no actually, I'd like to stay if that's okay. I might need a shower."

He pointed the direction of the bathroom attached to his room.

"While you do that I'll change the sheets." He looked at the fluid spotted sheets and grimaced before looking at the silicone torso on the edge of the bed "and get rid of that thing."

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shesawriter39049 · 4 years ago

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|FEVER| M|

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

About- Namjoon just has a kink for letting you do whatever the hell you want with him...Whether that be putting him in a hot pink suit shirtless! Or, telling him he’s a good boy as he fucks you into oblivion!

OR- Namjoon and yourself hooked up 5 months ago when the boys were in London on Tour, and you were the creative director for there British GQ & Harper’s Bazzar Cover! Now, months later he’s prepping to release his second mixtape “RM vs Rap Monster”. Opting to go a complete 360 from his first release Mono in all realms. So, with that being said BigHit thinks he needs someone with a little more... “umph” Take a wild guess as to who they call...

WC:1.2k (Sneak peek)

WARNINGS: Switch OC (Top & Bottom...but there's no real dom/sub tones here) Service top/power bottom Namjoon, praise kink, Fingering, Unprotected sex(Back shot), come play, dirty talk, light choking, light overstimulation, (This is lowkey a little softer than it sounds) The OC kinda leads this, but Joon isin’t the cliché “sub” he just likes letting her take control.

NOTE- Just my take on the OG cliché Artist X Stylist AU (Though she’s more of a full package, Art Director/Stylist/Photographer ETC) I have tried to add some minor elements to make it a little more realistic. I will say I typically stray from “Idol-verse” just because if we’re being real, the cultural difference alone sometimes stunts my creativity...BUT I just had a little fun with this one...so I hope you all enjoy it. Also, I don’t go into much physical details but in my mind regardless of race, aesthetic wise the OC is a huge contrast to what he’s use to which is part of her appeal. I picture a tatted Barbie of some sorts...

SIDE NOTE: No shade, but shade, I was lowkey inspired to write this bc I have very strong opinions about the creative team at BH....

*** Let me know if you guys want the full thing or not...I kidna flaked on posting because it is such a cliché lol

SONG- FEVER DUA LIPA FT ANGELE

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“Well, it’s a yes for me” Eyeing him in this Hot pink-fitted Burliti suit, which you paired with a very sheer black Arnar Mar turtle neck. The minute you saw the piece on the runway you’d been dying to get it on someone with melanated skin, and it just so happens, the boys are fresh off the US leg of their stadium tour! So, lucky for you, baby boy’s been in the sun a lot, and Namjoon’s currently a sinful shade of brown and you're totally here for it…

Then to top it off, the mesh material of the turtle neck creates the perfect silhouette around his offensively toned chest, outlining the muscles sinfully. Eternally snorting at the way the fans are gonna thank and curse you out all at the same damn time once they see the looks you’ve pulled for this man!

And yes, you had your crew bring extended shades of foundation and concealer, because his face and neck will match if your name is going to be attached to these damn photos!

Head tilted to the side as you silently observe the way he rakes over his reflection in the mirror, it’s a sixth sense you’ve acquired as a stylist at this point. Half of your job is essentially being a hype man/self love coach, real shit, a lot of these artist aren't always as...confident as one may think!

And just like clockwork Namjoon runs his palm down his thighs, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles on his pants for the umpteenth time in the span of oh I don’t know 30 seconds? Which in turn prompts you to say….

“You look good Joonie...” Musing over your second glass of Don, the compliment was genuine, tone warm, soothing even, not a hint flirtation insight because that wasn’t your motive. You weren’t trying to get him flustered you’re just trying to gas him up a little, you wanted to see Namjoon get alittle cocky and feel himself!

Ears perking up like an overgrown puppy, head whipping in your direction “Yeah?” The way this man’s eyes just lit up like the soul skyline. I just-goddamn, an almost bashful smile toys on those plush lips of his, and you can’t help the way your chest flutters with nothing but fondness.

“So fuckin cute” Flutters off your lips, as you hide a smile of your own behind a half empty whine glass. The delivery was so faint it almost go lost in the background music floating through the air. However the slight flush hitting his cheeks let you know Namjoon heard you whether he wanted to admit it or not!

”Mmmhmm, the color looks fuckin insane against your skin, not to mention, the way everything's going to pop once we tone your hair a little! “ Eyes drinking him in from head to toe, though there was nothing suggestive playing within your iris. Very much aware of time and place and right now your genuinely looking respectfully! Seeing if any alterations are needed, making sure you like where everything sits along his frame. Making notes in your phone of places you want to pin and adjust later...snapping a couple shots here and there.

Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the lapels on the blazer “But like-I mean-I- dont’-It doesn’t look like I’m... trying too hard or anything?” Brows furrowed in the center of his face, jaw tight, wincing slightly at his own words, almost as if he was afraid of your response. The vulnerability within his delivery was more than evident, and no matter how common this is with artist, it’s still just as devastating! Regardless of how much he tried to play it off as if he was just making casual conversation, you can see how blatantly uncomfortable he is . Gazing back at you wide eyed, and uncannily exposed, pointing at the outfit in question. Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the the blazer, switching posses subtlety trying to get a better feel for the suit.

You stayed silent for a minute, taking the time to actually process before speaking which is rare, not gonna lie. Gaze piercing as you hop off the bed, wine, and accessories in hand, swaying closer. “It’s fashion”. The baited pause almost implied that’s all you had to say, as if one-word was self-sufficient, and in your mind it was...but you knew better than to just leave it at that.

“Art at its finest Mr. Kim” You smile something a little devious, and he flushes even deeper as you slowly start to invade his space eyes locked with him meaningfully. You can physically see the shift, the closer you get, Namjoon starts fidgeting slightly under your gaze but he doesn't back down.

“It gives you room to play, create...it’s something that let’s us connect to people without saying a damn thing.” Suddenly the hand that wasn’t holding your alcohol has become a prop, flailing around haphazardly as you spoke, pointing at the various pieces hanging on clothes racks in your suite! The penthouse has essentially been transformed into your own personal walk in closet for the next 5 or so days! “It’s a statement. A opportunity to tap into a side of yourself that maybe you can’t always verbally articulate to the world around you! More importantly, it’s supposed to be fun, it’s literally something that can be removed within seconds! I mean we all have to wear clothes so why not just enjoy it?” Head cocked to the side as you appraise him, brow quirked, eyes warm, yet there's a clear challenge playing within your gaze.

Namjoon’s watching you intently, almost as if he’s taking mental notes as you speak...the heaviness within those dangerously honed eyes of his could almost be unsettling to some, but you quite like it. Made you feel as though he actually gives a flying fuck about what you’re saying.

“In my opinion the only time it looks like someone’s “Trying too hard” Making little air bunnies with your spare hand “Is if they look uncomfortable in what they’re wearing, confidence is key, and I know you know that better than anyone RM!” You muse batting your lashes in Namjoon’s direction, and he dimples back at you, eyes sinking into tiny crescents, face rivaling the color of his suit, trying to hide said smile behind his own glass of champagne.

“I could put you in a damn clown suit...” Words trailing off your tongue lackadaisically as you grow distracted searching the bar for a specific chain from John Hardy. “Which” Focus snapping back in his direction making the later splutter a little “Would be fire as fuck if I did by the way, but-” Namjoon ended up cackling midsentence, almost choking on his drink in the process, fist pounding against his sternum.

Yeah..killing the leader of Bangtan wasn’t really high on your list tonight....

“Ayee, none of that shit...” Smacking him in the back a little more so just to be an ass because he wasn’t even choking anymore “Don’t die on me until we at least get this damn photoshoot done, I had to cancel my trip to Jamaica for this shit!”

Now he’s damn near choking and his laugh was contagious, it’s just.. loud, carefree so yes, your cackling, and there's nothing cute about it. But you honestly don’t care, you let yourself get lost in it! Finally able to feel the atmosphere in the room start to shift to something a little less scripted and a little more organic...

Throwing his hands in the air as If he’s waving a nonexistent white flag “I’m sorry, noona” There’s a pout playing in his lips, not exactly aegyo per say, but it’s fuckin adorable “Blame PD-nim, it’s his fault we had to do this so last minute” Wheezes from his throat, in the form of a slight whine, almost rivaling Jimin if I’m honest.

You already know he was laughing more so due to your delivery, specifically, your casual use of profanity over anything else. This is actually something you use to be self-conscious about, especially at your first shoot with the boys, at the shoot for GQ . Well aware it wasn’t as common in Asia for people especially women to use “fuck” like a comma. So you were hoping they wouldn’t be offended, or uncomfortable by your dialect, and, thankfully they didn’t seem to mind. Much like Joonie over here, they found it entertaining over anything.

“Yeah, a huh, sureee...” Eyes rolling to the back of your head playfully as you start lightly altering the suit in question with clips and pens. “Stay still babe” The pet name slipped off your tongue effortlessly, honestly, that's what you call most people in your life. However you were far too focused to notice how wide eyed and flustered the man before you became upon hearing it directed at him so casually.

A faint little “Sorry” muses off his lips as he gnaws on his inner cheek, trying to stay still as you ghetto-rig hems into place until you can get this under your sewing needle.

“ No, but real shit…” You sigh, taking on a slightly more serious tone “If you step in front of that camera like you own the bitch, regardless of what your wearing..., then they can’t tell you shit! If your comfortable there’s no such thing as trying too hard” You shrug nonchalantly like that was the simplest concept known to man, downing the rest of your drink “Alright, that’s all, thanks for coming to my Ted talk” Waving him off as if you’re about to leave the room and he pouted playfully, jokingly begging you not to leave him yet...it felt good to be able to banter like this. The shift continuous shift within the atmosphere was more than welcomed…

Hesitantly you watch his eyes find their way back to the full length mirror, which promptly smacks you back to reality!

Unfortunately you didn't fly all the way to Seoul just to drink, and shoot shit with Namjoon for hours on end, your actually here to work…

Sooo...

“Alright” Placing your arms on his shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze as you peer over his shoulder. Meeting his gaze through the glass, chin resting gently against the blade. “Back to the reason you came Mr. “I’m sooo anxiously” Shooting him a teasing little smirk in the process “The suit, yay or nay”

So, here’s the thing technically the official fitting is tomorrow, and as far as his team knows he’s in the studio with Yoongi and Hoseok finishing up a song!

Which of course raises the question as to why he’s here..alone..mind you..no staff or security in site.

Just Kim Namjoon and yourself.....

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Heyyyy, Lemme know if you guys want this or not, it will leave kinda open ended because it was supposed to kinda be a 3 part mini series initially. Part 1 ends the morning of the shoot, the full thing is set to be around 6/7k! Spoiler, the company is going to want to keep her around for more than just Namjoon’s solo project....

Also, YES...I did see that they actually put Tae in that Burliti suit (I wrote this long before that shoot was released)...I actually hated the way it was styled it though...I never thought I’d say this but MGK’s team did a better job than BH....

#Namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon x you #kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon smut #bts #bts smut #bts au #kpop #kpop smut #kim namjoon x you

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solastia · 5 years ago

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Sanctuary | 1

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Summary: Your bed & breakfast has a new regular...Jeon Jungkook of BTS

A/N: So, yes it’s going to be a bit cheesy. Yes, it’s cliche. Yes, there’s a typical noona plot that’s a running theme for Jungkook. But this was literally requested and I decided that I wanted to try my hand at it. Let me know what you think. This first chapter is a little dry, imo, but it’s just a building chapter so hopefully you stick with it. Also, yes, they are speaking in Korean. I am not going to write in romanized because I hate that, and I’m not going to type in Korean then post translations at the end because I also hate that. Just imagine they are speaking in Korean to each other lmao.

There had been no warning that your life was about to change. No unusual weather, no ambiguous fortune in a tasteless cookie, no strange feeling swirling in your gut. You’d gotten up at your usual time, eaten your usual bowl of cereal while catching up on your emails since you didn’t have any guests to cook for, and now you were taking the dog for a walk - all without a speck of difference from the numerous days before.

This was why you were so unprepared to see huge frightened eyes pleading you for something from behind your enormous mountain lilac shrub once you’d arrived back to your bed & breakfast. So unprepared that you let out an undignified squeal and nearly slipped right onto your ass.

Your golden retriever, Thor, was surprisingly calm and simply sniffing at the person with his tail wagging slightly. Of course, he was literally trained for this as he was your emotional support animal. He was most likely waiting for the person to give him permission to come closer.

“What are…” you began to question, only to be interrupted by the strange sound of multiple running feet and the high-pitched screaming of a group of people.

A terrified whimper came from the violet-flowered shrub when the voices got closer, and you began to see pieces of the puzzle coming together.

“Guard,” you whispered to Thor, who quickly turned and plopped down in front of the bush, blocking the person from anyone’s sight.

The group finally rounded the corner and you were shocked to see a huge crowd of mostly females with one or two guys, all wild-eyed and panting from running. One of them, a young girl with a camera looped around her neck and what looked like a BT21 hoodie, spotted you and waved.

“Excuse me! Have you seen a guy run past here? Tall with brown hair, wearing a black face mask and a black hoodie?”

You pretend to think. “Oh, him? Yeah, I just saw him get into a cab. Said he was going to Passionfish, I think.”

The girl’s face lights up. “Oh!! The restaurant! Maybe he’s meeting up with the rest of the guys! Thanks!”

“No problem. What’s the big deal though? He steal something?”

She giggles, the shrillness piercing your ears. “As if he would. I guess you’re too old to know, but he’s famous. I’m totally going to get him to see me and I bet he’ll want to talk to me.”

Ah. One of those.

“Oh, cool. Good luck with that.”

The herd runs off, their ringleader now talking on the phone and probably trying to get a ride to the restaurant. You shake your head and head towards the bush, patting Thor on the head for a job well done.

“I think it’s safe to come out now.”

It takes a few seconds but you finally hear a rustling as the person works their way out of the branches and…

Oh.

Oh wow.

You’d thought your bush dweller to be any number of things. A punk hiding from someone he stole from. Someone getting bullied. Maybe some random famous golfer that stupidly walked too far away from his entourage.

Instead, you had Jeon Fucking Jungkook standing there looking bashful and ethereally beautiful next to the purple flowers like he’d just walked straight out of one of your dreams. Jeon Jungkook looking down at you with his hair being gently ruffled by the ocean air, his face mask drawn past his chin so you can see him clearly. Jeon Jungkook in front of your house in Pacific Grove of all places.

You sneakily pinch yourself, hissing as your nails dig into your skin.

Okay, so you’re not dreaming.

“Thank you,” he says softly, his voice somehow even higher whenever he speaks English.

You clear your throat and bust out your admittedly rusty Korean, bowing slightly.

“You’re welcome. Are you alright?”

His face lights up and he nods briskly. “Yes. You speak Korean?”

“Enough. I’m not the most fluent, but I taught English there for three years after college. I know enough to get by.”

The long breath he releases speaks of soul-deep relief, as though you’d just personally taken away all of his worries.

“Can I use your phone? I lost mine when I was running and I got lost and couldn’t figure out where the fuck to go...I mean. Sorry.”

You smile reassuringly, “It’s cool. I totally understand. I would have freaked too if I was being chased down by a bunch of crazies and couldn’t speak the language needed to get help. Where’s your security?”

He scratches his head sheepishly, grinning a little. “Ah, I guess you know who I am if you’re asking about that.”

You shrug and pet Thor, since he kept rubbing against you and whining.

“Yeah, I saw you around while I was living there and you guys are literally everywhere now so it’s a little difficult not to know. Don’t worry, I’m not nuts and I don’t plan on telling anyone where you are or that you were even here.”

He nods in thanks, “Sometimes they let me go out without security to just sight see and stuff, you know. Take some pictures and eat some food without a bunch of people watching me. I didn’t expect so many to recognize me here.”

“I’m a little surprised too, to be honest. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but you can see that he’s still reeling.

“Anyway, come inside and you can hide out and call whoever you need to call. My name is Y/N, by the way. And yes, I’m older than you. You can call me noona if that makes you comfortable.”

You walk towards the house, suddenly curious what he thinks of it. You probably shouldn’t care if he likes it or not, but you’ve put your everything into this place. You were proud of all the work you’ve done - most of it by your own hand, even. You’d painted the walls ivory, set the stone walkway, painted and installed the sky blue shutters. Even every flower in the now blooming garden was carefully planted and grown by you.

“Welcome to Sanctuary,” you grin and open the front door for him, waving him ahead of you. He steps inside and Thor rushes past you both to head towards the backyard, probably to see if the bone he was working on earlier was still there. You shake your head and close the door behind you, slipping out of your sandals in the entryway.

You smile to yourself as you watch him kick off his shoes and set them off to the side, something you’d gotten used to doing yourself in Korea, but no other guest here has ever bothered.

You observe him as he looks around curiously, judging his every expression. So far, so good. He’s probably gotten used to high-class digs these days, but you knew your place was nice enough. It was made for comfort.

He sniffs as he looks around, his nose wiggling in a way makes you want to call him a bunny. But you don’t want to get punched so soon after meeting him, so you restrain yourself.

“Smells nice in here.”

“Thanks. It’s my own blend that I put together for this place. A bit of the ocean, a few homey baking scents...it’s an odd combo but works for the area.”

You don’t mention that you like the way he smells. A little fruity, a little powdery...it was nice.

“Oh, uh, here’s my phone. I unlocked it for you. Just relax here in the front parlor and I’ll get you something to drink. You want water, coke? Beer? I dunno...whisky?”

He giggles and accepts the phone. “Coke is fine. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You head to the kitchen and leave him to his business, wondering if you should bring him snacks too. If you busted out your supply of banana milk and banana kicks it would probably reveal that you knew way too much about him. You settle on bringing him a plate of cookies that you’d made the night before.

You hum to yourself as you walk back to the parlor, catching him just as he’s saying goodbye to whoever he was talking to. He accepts the coke with a nod and grins as soon as he sees the plate of cookies, his impossibly wide eyes growing even larger as he looks them over. He grabs one and takes a huge bite, munching happily.

“By the way, I fixed your wallpaper.”

You startle and glance at him curiously, trying to remember what it had been. Oh…

“Yugyeom, really?”

He shakes his head at you teasingly and tosses you the phone. He’s changed the wallpaper to himself. A selfie, actually, with your window that faced the ocean sitting in the background.

“Hey, he’s adorable, okay?”

Jungkook snorts and grabs another cookie, settling into the grey couch with a sigh.

“My manager will be here in a little while to pick me up. Thanks again.”

“It’s really no problem.”

“So, you work here by yourself or…?”

“I own the place, actually. I saved up most of my pay when I was abroad and put it together with some loans and what I managed to save up over the years. Poured pretty much everything into this place. It’s modest compared to what else you can find around here, but I love it.”

He nods, “It’s nice. It feels safe here.”

You smile happily, “That’s what I’m going for. Hence the name.”

“Where did you live in Korea?”

“Busan, actually.”

He excitedly blurts out, “That’s where I’m from!��

You snort, “I know. I actually taught at Baekyang middle school. Every class liked to remind me that “Jungkook went here, did you know that.” Drove me crazy.”

He laughs, shaking his shaggy hair. “What’s your favorite place there?”

You thought for a moment. “Probably Dadaepo beach. I liked to go make a whole day of it and go bird-watching, have a picnic on the beach, just relax. I liked that it wasn’t as packed as the other places. Reminded me of my favorite place here at home, actually, so I’d usually go whenever I felt a little homesick.”

He nods, “I know the place. I like to go there and draw, sometimes. Not that I’m home much, anymore.”

“Can I ask what you’re doing here, of all places?”

He shrugs, “We were doing some work with an artist that lives around here. I can’t say what. I had some free time today, so I went exploring. I went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium because I heard they have sharks, but they didn’t. I was told I could get some good shots of the ocean here, though.”

“Ah, the great white. Poor dude died awhile ago. They still have tiger sharks and stuff, but I get it. As for pictures, try Lover’s Point Park. Best place for that, despite the name,” you laugh.

He grins and nods, taking a sip of his drink. The two of you fall into silence as you wait for his ride. You feel maybe a tad bit shy and awkward, but not too bad. He seems perfectly content sitting there, swaying side to side as though it’s impossible for him to sit still.

Thor finally comes back from his trip to the backyard, heading straight for Jungkook. He stops right in front of him and waits patiently. Jungkook smiles and holds out his hand, which Thor takes as permission to come near. He immediately plops his head onto Jungkook’s thighs, his tail wagging crazily.

“He’s so nice. What’s his name?”

“This is Thor,” you answer with a smile. “Man, he really likes you.”

Jungkook giggles and scratches Thor’s ear.

Suddenly, there’s a frantic knock on the front door. You frown slightly, sad that this has to end so quickly. You feel like you just came off as some boring old lady without a single interesting thing to say, despite the fact that you were only a few years older than him. Hardly ancient and not even near enough thirty to start panicking yet. You supposed, in the end, it doesn’t really matter. You’d never see him again. His group never even has concerts anywhere near you, so really, it doesn’t matter if you were memorable or not. You managed to give him some help when he needed it and that was enough.

He stood up slowly and shuffled towards the door, ignoring it when the knock came again. He sighed and stuffed his feet into his shoes and turned to you with a small smile.

“Thank you for your help, noona. I really appreciated it. I won’t let Manager Sejin in because I know he’ll try to make you sign stuff, but I trust you.”

“Oh, if you want me to sign something, I will.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. I always feel weird making people do that anyway.” The knocking grows louder, making Jungkook frown at the door. “Guess I really need to go.”

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you, Jeon Jungkook.”

He grins and holds out his hand, his larger one engulfing yours completely when you accept his handshake. He bows over your connected hands.

“It was nice meeting you too, Y/N.”

He finally opens the front door himself, and you catch a glimpse of the famous Manager Sejin before Jungkook is dragging him down your stone pathway towards a tinted black SUV. You stand in the open doorway, leaning against the frame as you watch him climb in and roll down the window. He waves enthusiastically at you, smiling so much his eyes do the crinkle on the sides that never fails to make your heart flutter. You wave back despite Sejin watching you closely. You watch as the car pulls away, waiting until the last flicker of black is gone before shutting your door and leaning against it.

So...that just happened.

Your mind was trying hard to process everything. You couldn’t really figure out how you were supposed to feel. If you were some crazy fangirl you’d probably be screaming right now, but that didn’t feel right. Still...your heart was beating insanely fast, and your hands were still shaking. You’d hidden it fairly well while Jungkook had been here, but you’d gotten pretty good about hiding your anxiety over the years.

You wander back to your parlor and drop into the high-backed recliner that was your favorite, Thor promptly running over and laying his head onto your lap. You slowly comb your hands through his fur and try to calm down, focusing on your breathing and Thor’s comforting presence.

Once you were calm enough, you head to your office and lose yourself in busy work. Even though you didn’t have any guests at the moment, you still had plenty of future bookings to prepare for, and there was always paperwork to do.

You’d managed to not think about him or what had happened for a whole three hours, until your message tone beeped and you looked at your phone. There was that selfie again, with his cute smile and happy v sign...and a message from a “JK.”

JK: Hi, Y/N Noona! I sent myself a message earlier so I could thank you properly. They tracked down my phone for me! What can I do for you? Tickets? Signed something?

You: I don’t need anything. Just stay safe.

JK: I’m going to figure something out on my own then! And you can’t complain!

You: You’re very stubborn ._.

JK: I know ;)

Jk: I have to go. Hyung’s are giving me the look. Goodnight! Pet Thor for me.

You: Will do. Night.

You sigh and set down your phone, patting your cheeks, surprised and yet not to find that they are burning. You’re blushing like a middle schooler over a couple of meaningless messages! Most likely he would forget all about you by tomorrow, knowing how hectic his life is. You didn’t blame him for that, but it was sweet that he was so insistent on thanking you for something any decent person would do.

You ruffle your hair and head to the kitchen to make dinner. It was best to just get back into your routine and move on with your life. There was no chance you’d ever see Jeon Jungkook again.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jk x reader #jungkook x reader #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #solastia #sanctuary

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strawbxrryneptune · 5 years ago

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omgomg can u continue and make a pt2 of that idol/staff au where jimin pins y/n against the wall of a dressing room or so?? dom jimin with some saliva play as in spitting 🤭

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This is fix it part two, if you havent read it its here . You dont need to read it for context, its just reader giving Jimin some good head 🤡 this one is angsty? I dunno if that's the right word but its mostly filth with some fluff ;)))) ENJOY !!

Jimin is such a switch in this, it's crazy. Put on your neck brace cause WHIPLASH

Warnings: Very unrealistic multiple orgasms, like she cums so much and she's just chillin, thigh riding, slight fingering, face sitting, 69, Jimin's in love, lots of making out because Jimin's lips are heaven, But seriously he loves kissing in this so be prepared, I got lazy so you're gonna have to imagine the fucking 🤡

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"(Y/n)-ssi, Jimin got juice all over his shirt!! "

"(y/n) -ssi, Jimin ripped his pants!!"

"(Y/n) -ssi, Jimin needs new earrings!! "

It was like that everyday, Jimin doing something to make your life a sexually frustrating nightmare. Ever since you sucked him off at his performance a week ago, he's been acting like a smug little shit. He even went as far as pinning you against a wall, just to whisper hotly into your ear what he wanted to do to you before walking away like nothing happened. You were on the verge of snapping, and if Jimin didn't come through with his filthy promises you were going to quit right then and there. Well, maybe not quit, but you would definetly consider being someone else's stylist, preferably Yoongi, since he slept most of the time, and when he wasn't sleeping he was actually really nice to talk to.

"(y/n)-ssi, J-"

" Jimin broke his heel? Ripped his shirt? Tore the jeans that are supposed to be fucking torn?! "

you yell in frustration, stomping your way towards his dressing room. You're gonna have to apologize to the poor coordi-noona later, right now you need to give Jimin a piece of your mind. You practically bust down the door to his dressing room, startling the pink haired male in the process. Even though you're beyond pissed, you can't deny that Jimin looks amazing with his freshly dyed locks. It makes his features even softer, yet at the same time it makes him look like an actual demon.

"Is something wrong, (Y/n)?"

you narrow your eyes at the boy in front of you, sprawled out on his couch like he owns the world. Without replying, you strut towards him, your short plaid skirt swaying with your movement. You step in between his legs, your anger boldening you. Jimin smiles slightly and reaches out for you, but you smack his hand out of the way.

"Am I a joke to you? Do you find this situation funny? Cause I am this close to telling Bang Pd-nim to fucking transfer me. I bet you have all the noonas on their knees for you, begging for you to take them. I'm nothing special, just another one of your play toys, huh? "

"No, that's not true! I-"

"You what, Jimin? Care about me? Bullshit. If you cared about me you would've done something a long time ago! I've made my feelings pretty obvious, it was getting painful to be around you all the time when you just ignored me."

you run your fingers through your hair, not realizing how dark his eyes had become.

"Ignored you? "

you shiver slightly at his rasp, inwardly cursing yourself for being so weak. He stands up slowly, pulling your body into his firm chest.

"Oh, (y/n), trust me, ignoring is not a word to describe what I've been doing. You don't even know how many times I've held back from bending you over your vanity and stuffing you full of my cock. Teach you a lesson for being such a fucking cocktease."

your mouth drops open, heat rushing throughout your body at his words.

"I don't know what you mean by ' I made my feelings pretty obvious'. I thought you hated me. "

his voice suddenly goes from throaty to shaky, and you want to reach out and and brush the hair from his eyes, but he continues.

"That day in the dressing room I couldn't believe you actually got on your knees for me. I expected you to push me away, scream at me, even hit me. It made me so happy, I just wanted more of your attention before I fucked everything up. "

You stare at him in shock, every second in silence making him more nervous. You snap out of your trance when he lets go of the hold he had on your waist, taking a step back as his hair falls into his face, blocking your view.

"I guess its too late now. You hate me. "

you shake your head vigorously, then you realize he can't see you.

"Jimin. I don't hate you... "

you finally brush his hair out of his eyes, leaning foward slightly when he doesnt look at you. Tilting his chin up, you connect your lips with his, doing a mental victory dance when he reciprocates. Your eyes widen when he pushes you against the nearest wall, never breaking lip contact. He roughly slides his tongue into your mouth, his knee wrenching your legs apart. You grind against his thigh slowly, testing out the feeling. Jimin lets out a broken moan into your mouth when he feels your heat against his leg, tensing his muscle to bring you more pleasure. You arch your back at the feeling, unlatching your mouth from his. He whines breathlessly, his lips following yours before he catches your tongue between his lips and sucks. You mewl and grind down harder against him, your high barreling towards you embarrassingly fast. Jimin grabs you harshly by your ass, lifting you up. You wrap your legs around him and squeal when he sucks hard on your pulse point.

" N-no marks, Jimin! "

he growls against your skin, biting down on your neck in retaliation.

"Don't tell me what to do. You're mine, and I don't care who sees. "

you feel your legs tremble as he practically snarls into your neck, sucking a dark bruise before moving on to another spot. He lets one of your legs down while he slides his hand down into your skirt, pushing past your panties to slide a finger inside you. You mewl into his neck, hips rocking into his hand as your high creeps up on you. Jimin slides a second finger into your tight heat, lips reconnecting with yours roughly. You cum unexpectedly around his fingers, screaming out when he doesn't stop. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, grinding his bulge against your soaked cunt.

"F-fuck, Jimin, you're so hard. "

you roll your hips along with him, choking out a moan when his tip presses into your clit.

"Just for you, baby. ",

Jimin breathes out. He sinks his teeth into your neck as he grinds harder into you, muffling his moans. You take a fistful of his hair in between your fingertips and yank his head back, causing his hips to stutter and a strangled moan to leave his lips. Pain kink. Who would've thought. You snap out of your daze when you catch how dark his eyes are, silently asking why the fuck you almost ripped his hair out-not that he was complaining. You smirk and lean in slightly to whisper in his ear.

"I wanna hear you."

he shudders slightly at the way your breath fans out across his ear, neck and cheeks heating up. He slowly begins rocking his cock back against you, whining in his throat when you lock eyes. The eye contact is intense, his tongue poking out to slowly lick his lips. You lean foward and suck his tongue into your mouth, pushing him towards the couch. He flops down onto it, breathing hard. Standing in front of him, you kick off your underwear. He holds up a finger right before you sit on him, standing up to pull his pants off.

"I dont want you to get chafing. "

he says softly. You squeal internally at how cute he is, but you're quickly renotified of the situation at hand with a twitch from Jimin's boxers. You straddle his thigh, settling yourself onto the strong muscle. He places his hands firmly on your hips, rocking you into him while connecting your lips. He swipes his tongue against your lips, slipping it in as you moan. The feeling of his thigh right against your clit, along with the vibrations of his whimpers into your mouth is driving you crazy. You can already feel your orgasm coming in strong, just a little more... As if he can read your mind, Jimin leans back so he's laying down on the couch and starts to flex his thigh as you're rocking, moaning along with you as he palms himself. You throw your head back in ecstasy, clutching onto your left tit as you fly off the edge. You shake on top of him, biting onto your lip. Jimin interlocks your fingers, looking into your eyes with raw emotion. "Why don't you come and sit on my face, princess? "

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"JIMIN"

you moan out his name in ecstasy, rolling your hips against his face. He moans into your cunt, burying his face deeper as he pushes his hips into the air, searching desperately for friction. You pant haphazardly, reaching towards his crotch. You palm his throbbing erection, eliciting a wanton moan from the Male. He detaches his puffy lips from you dripping arousal for a split second, looking towards you with dark eyes.

"Take me out, baby."

You shiver at the way the words come from his mouth, immediately sliding your hand down his torso and into his boxers to take out his length. Jimin goes back to work on your cunt, licking his way towards your swollen clit before tugging it in his mouth with a harsh suck. You shakily pull his cock out, mouth watering at his thick it is. He's the perfect length, not too long but thick enough to make you feel that slight burn. You mewl at the thought of taking his cock finally, and sink down on him in one go. His hips jerk up into your face, a loud moan ripping from his throat as he feels you swallow along his swollen cock.

"FUCK Y/N"

you chuckle against him, the vibrations driving him wild. He let's you go on for a free more seconds, lazily flicking his tongue against your clit while you work him up, then he gently nudges you off of him to sit up. You look at him confused, but he only spreads his legs and invites you over.

👉🏾👈🏾💫👉🏾👈🏾💫👉🏾👈🏾💫👉🏾👈🏾💫👉🏾👈🏾💫

I'm so sorry for the wait! I didnt wanna make you wait any longer so I kinda rushed it and forgot to incorporate the actual sex but I can just write a continuing drabble of you want 💚 I'm gonna try to complete all of my requests by Agust so if you wanna send in some new ones feel free!

#jimin #bts smut #bts #park jimin smut #bts jimin smut #jimin smut #ask

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rkjinwook · 4 years ago

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200814 | this summer is diving blue

in a country entirely unfamiliar, jinwook still finds the ocean calling to him. when they arrive at the beach location for the music video, he’s enamored by the fresh feel of it. monitoring the shots, it looks magical on camera too. the scenes are short, though, and leave him wanting for more. two days later, his tourist activity of choice brings them, unsurprisingly, to santa monica. hyun is the one who jinwook ends up dragging along, but they’ve always made a good pair like this: hyun nudging jinwook out of his comfort zone, and the two of them indulging whatever whims come to mind.

jinwook insists on experiencing the pacific ocean fully, but the water’s cold, so they work up to it. first is a pleasant walk along the shore, tide lapping at their bare feet. they pick up seashells along the way; some with shards chipped off the edges, or dark marks interrupting the natural pattern, all still pretty on their own. jinwook could make a metaphor of it, because he hasn’t been able to turn off his songwriter-brain lately, but instead they’ll probably just leave the imperfect ones behind. he would feel guilty taking too many shells from the coastal habitat, anyway.

second is hyun’s request: a sandcastle, or what they can manage of one without a bucket, or shovel, or a castle mold. mostly, it’s just a misshapen pile of damp sand. jinwook laughs so much his sides hurt, and takes a shaky photo of it that he’s not positive deserves to make the final cut for instagram.

finally, when the sun feels hot enough to justify it ( and with hyun’s declaration that he’ll be the one to rescue jinwook first ) — they make the plunge into the water.

after, they drift toward the famous pier and walk some more. the hours pass too quickly, with greasy boardwalk snacks, souvenir shops, and lots of instagram photo-ops. they’re thinking about the next meal when jinwook tugs on hyun’s shirt, bringing them to a stop in front of a small accessories rack. “wait, i want to look at this.”

hanging from the display is a row of necklaces, each with a tiny bottle pendant attached. some have a rolled “message” inside the bottle, while others have colored grains of sand. jinwook picks up one of the latter and shakes it gently, watching it shift around. he has a similar one from home, filled with jeju sand. this one is made locally too, a sign asserts in english, although jinwook would rather fill it himself to make sure. he tests the seal of the bottle, debating whether it’d be silly to buy one, only to take it apart and refill it himself later.

hyun nudges him out of his thoughts and nods toward the shop. “hey, didn’t you mention you wanted another ear piercing?”

“huh?” jinwook looks up to see a teenage girl seated inside. another young woman hovers nearby with a piercing gun in hand. instinctively, he lifts a hand to tug on his own earlobe. “hm, one day, yeah.” he hums, returning his attention to the bottle. maybe they could fit a shell inside, if there’s one tiny enough in their collection.

“why not today?”

“what?” jinwook laughs, caught off guard. another glance inside the store, and after a long pause, jinwook isn’t sure if he’s joking. he lifts his eyebrows. “are you serious? our stylist noona would kill me!”

“nah,” says hyun, and as he continues jinwook can admit that he’s wrong before hyun even finishes saying it. the photoshoots and filming for their comeback are all completed, and there’s almost a month before they’ll have schedules to promote it. it’s nothing wild, and there’s plenty of time to take it out if he changes his mind.

jinwook’s quiet for a moment, still rolling the necklace between his fingertips. he knows he wouldn’t change his mind once it’s done. “i guess you’re right,” he says reluctantly. he searches his brain but can’t come up with another reason against it. well, it’s not like he hasn’t wanted the second piercings for years. he’s just never gotten the push to actually do it. now that the push is here, of course he’s balking.

but what better reason than to celebrate a first visit to america? and to add to a comeback that, for some reason, jinwook has a feeling will be something special? if nothing else, then to remember a happy, sunny day spent with one of his best friends. “i—” jinwook chews at his lower lip. he can’t believe he’s actually considering it out of the blue, although he’s always had trouble saying no to hyun. “maybe it would be fun.”

“okay,” he says, gearing up his brain for the english interaction. already, adrenaline is starting to flow. like he’s talked himself into a taste of something rebellious, when it’s really just a five-minute detour on their tame free day plans. “but i’m buying the necklace, too.”

#& solo #&& 08.20 #rkhyun

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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not allowed, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader; established relationship yoongi x reader

summary: The love of your life, BTS’s very own Min Yoongi, tells you he has a gift for you. But he also says you’re not allowed to refuse. What’s that supposed to mean, hm? Surely not... wild hot sex with the Golden Maknae himself?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship with Yoongi (takes place after his surgery); smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral, dirty talk, penetrative sex, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; it’s self-indulgent and I’m a little ashamed but it’s too late now, whoops

Just... just looking through the Twitter tag couldn't hurt, right?

You scrolled through the pictures slowly. They performed really well these past two days. Received all the awards they deserved, because BTS were the best. Still, it depressed you seeing the empty space where Min Yoongi was supposed to be.

But that was because Yoongi was beside you, propped up in the bed with pillows, scrolling on his phone with his right hand. Occasionally, he would lower it to use both hands, since his left arm was still in the sling. You two had watched the MMA and MAMA 2020 performances together. You knew he wanted to be there. You could hear it in his voice when he called in.

Oh, that’s right, were you supposed to be in his apartment?

No.

But you didn't care about rules and neither did Yoongi.

Were you dating? Well, as much as dating could be when it came to a relationship with the most loved 'lil meow meow' in the whole world.

Yoongi always gave you this look of disapproval when you called him that, but you would always just smile and say it again, slower.

It was the kind of thing that simply fell into place and neither of you wanted to convolute it with too many other opinions or thoughts. What happened, happened. You weren't going to make yourself known or ask for impossible things. When he told you that he was getting surgery for his left shoulder and wouldn’t have schedules for a long while, you cashed in on all those sick hours you accumulated at work, stating you had to take care of a loved one.

No one knew your loved one was Min Yoongi. And that's way you two liked it.

Yoongi leaned over to the long straw of the water bottle tucked in the crook of your arm.

"Staring at our maknae again?"

You stiffened. "I'm looking at all their pictures, Yoongi. Just happened to stop on Jungkook."

He took a short sip.

"Mmm-hmm."

A few seconds past. You stared at Jungkook’s intense dark eyes, his long hair flying about from dancing, his clenched jaw as he focused. Looking sinful in all white, tempting you to save the photos.

"You're not changing the screen."

"I'm admiring the stylists' hard work."

Yoongi hummed. "You're a bad liar."

You would have thrown your phone at him if it wasn't the special edition BTS S20+, complete with a Shooky phone case. You swiped past, seeing the image of Jungkook lifting Jimin in the Black Swan performance.

"I should tell him."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sick of me?"

"No." He pointed to his left arm. "Can't take care of you either."

"I don't want to be the reason you need more months of physical therapy. I'm fine."

Yoongi placed his phone in his lap and placed his right arm around your shoulders. "We could risk it," he purred.

You chuckled. "I don't think that's a good idea." You leaned your head against his shoulder. "I want to see you preform again."

"But you still want to bang Jungkookie."

A muscle in your eyebrow twitched. "I'm only looking at the pictures, Yoongi. You know you're the only one for me."

"You wouldn't try? Even if he begged you?"

You turned to Yoongi and his crafty smirk. "No." You stared at his lips and leaned in, kissing him lightly. You smiled against them. "I love you, Yoongi." Your smile turned into a smirk. "I worked too hard to sneak in here. Even outsmarted Dispatch. You can't get rid of me so easily."

Yoongi smiled back. He leaned against the headboard.

"What if I was okay with it?”

You blinked at him. "Why would you be okay with it?”

Yoongi shrugged. "You're mine, no matter what, no? Not even Jungkook's dick is going to change that."

"... Hah?"

Yoongi held up his hand, long fingers spread out. He ticked them down as he spoke. "Pros: my woman gets to satisfy her little crush, gets the fucking she wants, and will be happy."

You felt your ears burn. "Yoongi..."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, wicked smile on his lips. "Cons... none."

You rolled your eyes. "You'd be pissed off."

He tilted his head. "What do I have to be pissed off for? Are you saying there's a reason I should be worried?"

You frowned. "No. Even if it did happen, which it won't, you will always be number one."

Yoongi nodded. "There you go."

You let out a puff of air. "I don't think Jungkook would agree anyway. And I wouldn't do it, because it's not the right thing to do."

"Who decided it's wrong?"

You made a face. "I don't know... society?"

"And we trust that societal rules are just and moral?"

"I mean, no..."

Washing your hair was always a pain in the ass.

You had to blow-dry it upside down, add five products at different stages, brush it super carefully with a special brush to avoid breakage, collect the fallen hair and throw it out, blah blah blah.

You shrugged on one of Yoongi's shirts after the shower – the black-and-white checkered one he wore during his VLive. Running your hand through your hair, you finally picked up your phone. Yoongi was at physical therapy, so he wouldn't be back for a while. You had some messages from him, probably before he had to put his phone away.

I sent you a gift. It will arrive today. You are not allowed to refuse.

You raised your eyebrows at that.

P.S. Merry early Christmas.

Was it jewelry? You pursed your lips. You always told Yoongi not to buy you things. Firstly, because you felt bad you could never reciprocate the amount he spent. You didn't make the money he made, after all. And secondly, you weren't that interested in owning expensive things. The only expensive items you loved were technology-based. Yoongi and you bonded over the newest Samsung products and always kept an eye on the latest tech.

Maybe that was it? Maybe you had to collect a package. You mused, brushing your teeth. You were going to borrow Yoongi's pants, but you had to go hunt for some. After the teeth brushing.

You spat and gargled some water.

The front door opened.

You frowned. Was physical therapy canceled? Yoongi didn't have people come in and clean the apartment, because he didn't want anyone to find you. You weren't supposed to be here and no one knew you were here – except for his members, of course. But they didn't have the key, so it had to be Yoongi. You waited, in case there was someone outside. You didn't want them to hear your voice. The door closed and relocked.

You spat and rinsed out your mouth before turning off the light and going to the hallway.

"Yoongi, was physical therapy can–"

The head of long black hair lifted and turned around. He was in the middle of taking off his black sneakers. He pulled down his black face mask.

It was not Yoongi.

"Hey, noona."

Abort.

You backed up.

"J-J-Jungkook?"

The mischievous maknae grinned.

"I'm the gift."

Your eyes widened. You whipped your phone to your face, nearly dropping it, juggling it for two seconds before slapping it between your palms and rereading Yoongi's messages. Rereading them way too many times because what? What, what, WHAT?

"D-don't you have p-practice?" Why were you stuttering? You never stuttered. But you never had that conversation with Yoongi until a couple days ago either.

"I have some time, but I have to go back, yeah," Jungkook replied, far too cheerfully for how flustered you were. He was probably trying not to laugh at you.

"How did you get in? And what do you mean, y-you're the...?"

You felt like your world was spinning. Did Jeon Jungkook just announce he was the gift? What? You're not allowed to refuse. Of course, you were going to refuse! This was Min Yoongi you were in love with! The cutest in the entire world!

Jungkook brushed back part of his long hair and tucked it behind his ear, revealing half of his forehead and his silver hoops. Smirk on his pink lips, the mole underneath his lower lip winking at you. Skin tan and glowing in the hallway light.

...

Okay, yes, Jeon Jungkook was very handsome, but it didn't matter because–

"Hyung and I had a talk. He gave me the key," Jungkook said, dangling it.

"Hahaha, why would be do that?" you laughed nervously, still crab-walking backwards because maybe if you just fused with the wall then you were be spared from those penetrating dark brown eyes.

Jungkook stepped into the apartment, following you. “I was surprised too.” He smiled somewhat apologetically. “I guess he overheard me telling Taehyung that I would totally fuck you if you weren’t hyung’s girlfriend.”

You blinked rapidly. “P-pardon?”

Jungkook held up his hands. Oh dear. His pretty, large hands that reminded you of Yoongi’s, but his right hand was tattooed. “But I wasn’t going to do anything though. Promise.” His eyes shifted upwards and then he looked back at you, his rueful expression turning into one of slyness. Shit. “Well, until Yoongi-hyung asked me to, that is.”

You stumbled in the doorframe of the bedroom. To be honest, you kept backing up because Jungkook advancing on you was making you uneasy, hot, and bothered. With emphasis on the latter two. You still couldn’t believe Yoongi would do this to you. This was Yoongi! Mild-mannered, sweetie with swagger, SUGA of BTS!

Then you had a thought.

You were always very good at teasing Yoongi. Either to annoy him or sexually in public situations. You could imagine Yoongi’s smirking face now. Knowing he got the one-up on you. Knowing he’d finally shocked you.

You’re not allowed to refuse.

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. A hot shiver went up your spine. Jungkook was right in front of you. Black parka, black jeans. Jungkook unzipped the parka, shrugging out of it. Black dress shirt. You knew Jungkook did not like wearing button-ups. Why was he wearing it? He unbuttoned the first one, revealing his collarbone. Then the second one. Open-mouthed smirk completed with his tongue between his teeth, dark eyes on your shaking form.

The maknae was going to fucking striptease you?

You held a hand up. “Hold on a second.”

Jungkook’s fingertips paused above the next button.

“You’re doing this… for fun?”

Jungkook tilted his head. “No. Not really for fun.” His voice was low, deep. His eyes trailed down your body, then back up to your face, lingering all over you. You swallowed. “I’m doing this because this is the only chance I’ll get.”

“What if I say no?”

Jungkook lowered his hand. “Hyung said you weren’t allowed to refuse.” His voice was softer now, almost pouting. Ouch. It actually pained you. You wanted to give in to him just like that. You loved Yoongi with all your heart, but the maknae’s charms definitely worked on you. They worked on everyone. Everyone loved Jungkook and wanted to give him everything.

“Jungkook,” you breathed, trying to reorient yourself, trying to find the right words. “I’m not saying I’m not interested. I definitely am.” He observed you carefully as you groped for the right words. “But this is a little crazy. And… you could get anyone.”

“I couldn’t get you.”

You slowly, slowly made eye contact with him. Jungkook took a step towards you. You didn’t move, transfixed by his chocolate eyes.

“The way you slowly fell in love with Yoongi-hyung,” he whispered, getting closer and closer. “You didn’t even notice. You still don’t notice. The way I stare at you, you and the beautiful shape of your eyes.” His finger came up and traced your eyes, rooting you in place. “Your cute nose. The shape of your lips.” His fingertip brushed against your lower lip. “So full. I watch you kiss him, wishing it was me.” He caressed your cheek. “The dimples that appear when you smile. So cruel.”

Jungkook’s breathing shallowed. His eyes flickered downwards to your hands, still clutching your phone. He reached for it and took it from you. Threw it onto the bed. Then his hands wrapped around yours, clutching them tight. You stopped breathing. Jungkook’s voice dropped several octaves.

“I watch your hands. Touching him, resting on his thigh, tracing up, palming him right in front of us.”

“I didn’t… think anyone would notice.”

Jungkook leaned in even more, still holding your hands tightly, as if they were going to disappear. You could smell his clean scent, like fresh laundry.

“I always notice,” he murmured. “Whenever you’re there, I can’t help but have my eyes on you. I couldn’t touch, but I could look. I thought that was all I could have.”

Jungkook let go of you. Hand dancing up your neck, cupping your cheek. Tilted his head, eyelashes lowering. Breath against your lips. Eyes pleading you, waiting for the heartbreak.

“Please let me kiss you.”

You’re not allowed to refuse.

You pressed your lips against Jungkook’s, eyes closing. It was impossible to say no. He was sweet and soft. You could feel his nerves and his fear in his kiss, not trying to ask for more, not wanting to ask for too much. It was you who hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Right, wrong? That didn’t matter right now. The only thing you cared about right now was taking Jungkook’s fear away.

You pulled him onto the bed, arms around his neck, mumbling his name against his lips. His breathing hitched, hands circling your waist, holding onto you.

“Noona…”

“Call me by name, Jungkook.”

He gulped, shaking his head. “I can’t.” He gnawed on his lip anxiously. You smiled, and took his hands, placing them by the buttons of his shirt.

“Weren’t you in the middle of giving me a show?” you teased. “You’re great at putting on a show.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a smile. “Oh yeah?”

You settled down into the bed, looking up at him from in between his thighs. You could tell Jungkook was still nervous, but there was something else too. His mischief was creeping back into his sparkling eyes. You cocked an eyebrow, smirking. He undid another button. And another. Carefully, playfully pulling the fabric apart, revealing a little of his skin at a time.

“Hyung told me you like staring at my pictures.”

You shrugged, licking your lips. “They’re nice photos.”

“Were you satisfied by just looking at pictures?” he purred, already reaching lower, lower. You could see the contours of his muscular torso, the top of his abs. Ugh, Jungkook was so attractive. Scratch that, so fucking hot. He reached the bottom of his shirt and placed two fingers under your chin, pushing it back up to his face.

“My eyes are up here.”

His fingers under your chin made you realize how hard you were breathing.

“Jungkook.”

He tilted his head at you, long hair covering part of his face.

Yoongi’s words came back to you. My woman gets to satisfy her little crush. At the time, you thought those words were referring to your crush in Jungkook. But perhaps it was the other way around. Maybe Yoongi was referring to you satisfying Jungkook.

“Don’t hold back.”

And then you got up from the bed, grabbing the collar of his dress shirt and yanking them down Jungkook’s shoulders, kissing him again, but harder this time, tongue sliding into his mouth and thrusting into it, taking his breath away. Jungkook’s eyes went wide, gasping against your tongue, struggling to get out of his sleeves before he scrambled for the buttons on your shirt, moaning as you sucked on his tongue, gripping his upper arms.

“N-noona…”

“Call me by name or nothing at all,” you growled dangerously.

His dark eyes bored into you, daring you. You nipped at his lower lip, grinning.

“You think you’re the only one who’s horny here?”

Your hands danced around his arms, reaching around him, and your nails scratched him down his broad back, hissing as he moaned, tipping his head back, Adam’s apple shaking. Fuck, it felt so good. It felt so fucking good to drag your nails down that back, seeing Jungkook lose some control, falling more and more into the moment. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him, shuddering as his hard body was pressed against you and your half-open shirt.

“I want it all,” you breathed. “I’m so greedy, but I want it all, Jungkook. Give it to me.” Voice dropping, inhaling his delicious scent. “Please.”

He growled deep in his chest and grabbed the bottom of your shirt, yanking up and revealing your bra clasp, undoing it easily. Pushed you back, swiftly pulling your shirt and bra off together, tossing it aside to the floor.

“Fuck, your tits are as pretty as I thought they would be.”

And then Jungkook’s mouth was on you, furiously kissing down your neck, licking your collarbones, biting your shoulder, his hands roughly squeezing your breasts. You moaned, your nipples pressed against his thumbs, pinching them against the side of his hand. His lips travelled down, down and then they latched around your nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Your hands flew up into his hair, gripping it tightly.

“Fuck, they even taste good,” he whined. “You taste so fucking good.”

Your back arched as he began to suck, running your hands through his hair, whimpering his name, telling him how good he was, how nice it felt, lost in the feeling of his tongue and his strong arms around your waist. He switched to the other nipple, saliva dripping. Licking it all over and then breathing on it with his hot breath. Your entire body trembled in his arms from the sensation.

“I’m drooling; that’s how fucking good you taste,” Jungkook mumbled, sucking hard and tight, dark eyes on you as you cried out softly, holding onto his head. Your fingers curled into his long locks, grasping them tightly. He raised his eyebrow, but you began to rock back and forth into his mouth, tugging your nipple with his lips. Jungkook’s fingers dug into you, erotic groans vibrating in his throat as you fucked his face with your tits.

Wetness soaked your panties, the scent of your sex getting stronger and stronger.

Jungkook removed his lips, sucking in a tight breath. Your name slid out of his mouth in a tight hiss, no honorifics. You felt your pussy throb hearing your name come from his lips, saturated with desire. You grinned.

“Took you long enough, Jungkookie.”

He chuckled, grabbing your hips and shoving them up into his jean-covered crotch. You gasped. You could feel his erection straining against the thick fabric, grinding against your soaked panties. Fuck, you couldn’t stop staring at Jungkook, him and his sharp jawline and his beautiful eyes and his playful smirk on his damn lips, infuriating and arousing you.

“You’re so fucking irresistible,” you whispered, rolling your hips into him hard. It was his turn to gasp, his turn to shudder at your movements. The way you could turn him from smug confidence to those submissive doe eyes was turning you on way too much.

You wanted to ruin him and be ruined by him.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. He yelped as you slid down, nails racking down his torso, whimpering in your wake. The front of his jeans was wet with your juices. You undid the button, zipping them down.

“How are you going to explain this?” you smirked, gesturing down to the giant wet sport at the front of his pants.

“They’re black,” Jungkook panted. “It’ll be fine.”

You laughed, pulling them down his legs. Jungkook’s hand flew down, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a condom. You tilted your head.

“Only one?”

He looked down at you, startled. “W-well… I don’t know if you want more….”

You raised an eyebrow and reached over to the nightstand, opening it and taking out the whole damn box.

“Er… I cannot cum that many times. In one sitting, anyway.”

“Ah, well, let’s just see then.”

You peeled his jeans and boxer briefs off, licking your lips as your hungry eyes landed on his cock. Half-hard, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Jungkook swallowed nervously, but you crawled on top of him, immediately licking a fat stripe down his entire length. You moaned with him, feeling the blood rushing to his cock, pulsing against your lips. You hadn’t had sex in a while, trying not to tempt Yoongi or aggravate his injury. His recovery was too important to not only you, but the nation and the world. So, you kept your need to yourself, but now Jungkook’s cock was right on front of you.

And there was nothing to stop you.

You pressed your lips against his balls, licking them all over, playing with them with your tongue. Jungkook groaned above you, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as you began to suck on them, bobbing your head up and down. He was panting your name breathlessly, helpless as you pulled your head back, his balls slowly slipping out from between your lips.

You kissed up his length, tongue swirling around the head before taking him in, all the way, softly but firmly. If there was anything Yoongi’s tongue technology taught you, it was how to apply his technique to giving head, much to his surprise. You were good at extrapolation. You pressed the head into the roof of your mouth, raking it all the way to the upper part of your throat and tightening. Jungkook gasped, eyelids fluttering as your tongue assaulted the bottom of his cock, from the bottom of the head to the base.

You heard something between the lines of, “Holy fuck”, “What the hell”, and “Oh my fucking God.”

You retreated for a second, wrapped your tongue all the way around the head and teased the thin skin right where the head and length connected, repeatedly rubbing your lips over it before going all the way down again.

Now Jungkook was absolutely incomprehensible as you began to suck him off, fast and tight, lips soft compared to the vacuum of your mouth. Was it unfair? Yes, it was, giving him soft and hard, rough and wet, scraping the head against the back of your throat and choking it with your muscles. Jungkook was whimpering and cursing, his thighs flexing under you, tasting so fucking good that you were dripping between your own thighs.

You didn’t stop.

Faster and faster, holding his hips down, watching Jungkook unravel under you, hands in his long hair and slamming his head back into the pillows, covering his mouth as he screamed your name into his palm. You felt his cock spurt his cum into the back of your throat, your muscles constricting as you drank him up, your moans added vibration along his length.

The first orgasm was always the most and tasted the best. So much, coating the entire inside of your mouth, your tongue swiping around his cock to collect it all. You lapped it all up, encouraging his cock to get hard again. Smirking as you succeeded, popping your mouth off gently.

“What position do you want me in, Jungkook?” you murmured, throat a little hoarse, taking the condom and opening it, rolling it onto his cock.

He moved his palm from his mouth, panting hard, hair all over his face. His intense brown eyes locked with yours and you knew the dynamic was switched.

“On your back. Want to watch your face when I fuck you.”

You could relent, rolling onto your back, removing your soaked panties, chest heaving in anticipation as Jungkook got up, towering over you. His hands gripped your hips, adjusting you to the correct angle. You could play the other part, with one small caveat. His eyes found yours, glaring at you.

“Wipe that smirk off your face.”

“Make me.”

Jungkook thrust into you, hard, and you kept the smirk on your face as he forcefully stretched you out, pushing your limits.

“Hurts?” he taunted.

You licked your lips. “It’s not good unless it hurts.”

The slight irritation that flashed in his eyes spurred you on. You tightened around his cock, exhaling with a hiss. Fitting him to you, bringing out the dominance in him. Jungkook gritted his teeth and slammed his hips into yours. You had the audacity to chuckle.

“Did you really want me that bad, Jungkook?” you teased. “Or were they only pretty words? Are you a tiger or just a cute little bunny?”

Jungkook snarled low in his chest.

Then he began to fuck you, lifting your legs onto his shoulders and pressing down, smacking your ass with his hips. The position made you tighter, gravity making him pound you harder, forcing you to feel all of him as drove his rock-hard cock into you. Your hands flew up, one pressed against the headboard, the other clutching a pillow for dear life, eyes squeezing shut at the fullness and harshness.

“A-ah, fuck, yes,” you gasped. “So fucking good…”

Jungkook brought his face close to yours, hitting you deeper and just as hard. “Where’s your smirk now? Can’t give me one when you’re being punished by this cock?”

Your heart jerked in your chest at his dirty words, becoming even wetter with the dangerous edge to his voice.

“Listen to you, fucking dripping down my thighs with how wet you are for me,” Jungkook hissed, inhaling sharply as you throbbed hard around him. He groaned, clenching his jaw. “Fuck, I can’t help myself, I just have to fuck you like an animal.”

You snickered dryly, jerking your hips up to meet his. Not saying anything, letting your pussy do the talking because you were so close to orgasm that you roughly massaged his entire length, throwing your head back and moaning as you came around him. The squelching sounds between your connected hips got louder, drenching the air with the scent of sex and lust.

Jungkook sank his teeth into his lower lip, grimacing. “Fucking unfair how good you feel,” he ground out, squeezing his eyes shut, ramming his hips into you, muscles in his arms and shoulders tense. “Can’t even last, fuck.”

He crashed his hips into yours and growled your name in his throat, cock smacking against your walls as he came, swelling the condom full. You whimpered in ecstasy, back arching, clenching around his cock.

“Yes, Jungkook, oh, yeeees…”

It wasn’t enough.

Neither of you had had enough.

Jungkook gripped the end of the condom and pulled out, hissing at the sensitivity as he took it off. You tossed him a spare towel from the nightstand drawer and he cleaned himself, gasping.

“Hands and knees.”

You rolled over, flinging the box of condoms at him, and he caught it, dark eyes glinting.

“Spread that pussy for me.”

You reached back and planted your hands on each ass cheek pulling your wet slit open. Jungkook hissed and you could hear skin on skin of him jacking himself off to get hard again. An idea popped into your head.

You flexed your vaginal muscles, opening and closing your hole for him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so damn sexy it’s illegal.”

You heard him get onto his knees. The sound of a condom being ripped open. His groan as he fitted the condom over his aching cock. His strong hands gripped your hips, the head rubbing against your entrance.

“Don’t know how long I can last,” he murmured. “I’m just going to go as hard and as fast as I can.”

“Do it, Jungkook,” you panted. “Make me feel you for days.”

He whimpered at your words and sank into you. Both of you moaning, your hands clutching the sheets, his fingertips bruising your skin, imprints of lust. Jungkook was pure, glorious power that threatened to overtake you, his cock throbbing and digging into your walls as he fucked you hard, muscular thighs slapping into yours. The poor bed could barely take it, but neither of you noticed, lost in the feeling of being filled and doing the filling.

His hand came down on your ass, a sharp, harsh sound that echoed off the walls and made your pussy clench. It barely hurt. You had felt worse before.

“You like that?” he panted.

“Fuck yes I do,” you gasped hotly. “Spank my ass, Jungkook.”

He did, thrusting into you and slapping you repeatedly, making your ass jiggle. You squeezed him each time, now rolling your hips back into him, arching your back as you came with a satisfied sigh. Your skin stung, your pussy was pulsating with abuse, and Jungkook’s cock hit all your deepest spots.

“Fuck, Jungkook, you’re so fucking good at fucking me,” you breathed, feeling him wind you up again.

He couldn’t even reply, only loudly moaning through the convulsions of your pussy radiating up and down his length. Good thing the walls were pretty soundproof, because it was a goddamn porno in the bedroom at the moment. It was obscenely lewd with the wet slapping of his hips into yours.

“So close, so close, squeeze me, fuck, choke my damn dick,” Jungkook rambled in between breaths, hissing as you did as you were told, gripping him every time he slammed into you. He came with a half-scream, half-moan of your name, whining at the sensitivity as you pulsed around him, leaking down his thighs and yours. It smelled so strongly of sex that you weren’t sure how you were supposed to clean this up before Yoongi came home.

Your phone buzzed loudly on the bed.

You grunted, clawing for it as Jungkook remained inside you, softening but refusing to leave your warmth. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your back.

You checked your messages. From Yoongi.

Your gift needs to get his ass to practice before he gets yelled at.

“Jungkook, you’re gonna be late.”

He groaned in annoyance, squeezing you tighter. Another message popped up.

Tell him there’s plenty of time before I fully recover. If he works hard and does a good job, maybe after I recover too.

You poked Jungkook. He lifted his head, pouting, eyes changing to excitement when he read the message.

part ii “You’re not allowed to leave until your noona is satisfied.”

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oohfluffy · 5 years ago

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DDND Ch.15 | KJI

Group: EXO

Member: Kim Jongin

Theme: Fluff | Dancer!AU | Dormmmate!AU

Word Count: 2,531

❀ Chapter 15: Talk More ❀

Aunt Sunny sighed for the nth time as she gave up looking at the two young ones in front of her.

"Nobody's talking, that's new." She stated as she put down the tray for breakfast. You just grabbed one of the bowls of ramyeon and thanked her for the meal before started eating.

Aunt Sunny looked at you as if you've gone crazy, scoffing at your action. She looked back at the boy, who's just staring at you.

"You." She called. Kai blinked and turned to her. "What are you waiting for?"

He silently took a bowl from the tray and started slurping down the food. Aunt Sunny just scratched the back of her head frustratedly.

"Goodmorning!" The two younger tenants came down and started chatting lively, in contrast to the two older ones. They looked at Aunt Sunny as if questioning the awkward silence between the two of you, but she just shrugged and gave them their meals.

"Clean up for yourselves, okay? I'll be out until 5. Lock the front door if you're all going out. I'll leave the house to all of you. Behave, okay? You know the rules." Aunt Sunny said, looking at the 4 tenants in front of her, her gaze resting longer at Kai and you.

"Ne!" Sanha and Eunwoo chorused as the other two just nodded.

"I'll be out too." You mumbled as you got up, taking your bowl to the sink to wash it. Kai immediately stood up and followed you to the sink.

The three left on the dining area just looked at each other before shaking their heads.

"Leave them be." Aunt Sunny said, waving at the two younger boys. They nodded and continued eating. Aunt Sunny winced at the shattering of something, probably a glass, in the sink. She shook her head before walking upstairs, trying to keep out of the two's issue.

You stopped moving as the glass shattered, colliding with the marble floor. Kai stood beside you, his eyes remained focus on your face.

"Are you okay? Were you hurt? You should move away from this area, you might step on the broken glasses." Kai said worriedly as he moved to grab your arm. You moved away from his touch and continued washing your bowl. Kai watched as you finished washing.

"I'll do that." He insisted, trying to grab the broom and dustpan from your grasp but you moved them away from him.

"It's okay. I can do it." You said, starting to sweep the broken glasses, keeping yourself in a safe distance when you suddenly heard Kai take a deep breath. You shook your head as you continued sweeping. You can feel Kai following you as you threw the glasses you've gathered on the trash can.

"Are you a dog or what?" You snapped as you turned around to see him flinching, his left bare foot slightly up. "What the heck are you doing?" You asked as you watch him. Kai grinned but instantly frowned when he lost balance. You immediately put down the things you were holding and grabbed his shoulder to keep him standing.

"I think I've got a splinter on my foot." Kai mumbled as you guide him back to the dining area, startling the two boys eating breakfast.

"I'll just get the first aid kit, stay here." You said as you quickly made your way upstairs. Kai leaned his back on the chair, his eyes following you until you were out of his sight.

It's good that you didn't see him staring at you as if you were the last piece of chicken he'll ever see, or else you would've melted on the spot.

"Are you okay, hyung?" Kai heard Sanha asked him. He just nodded and waved the kid off.

"Have you been fighting with noona?" Sanha asked again as Eunwoo nudged him, glaring at his over-talkative friend.

Kai chuckled.

"No, we're not fighting." Kai answered, amused with the young boy's question.

"Lovers' quarrel then?"

Kai smirked, looking at his now swollen foot.

"I wish." He mumbled.

"I'm back. Put your foot here."

Kai was startled when you suddenly popped out of nowhere and pulled another chair in front of him, patting the cushion. You helped him put his injured foot and knelt in front of his foot before started doing your thing. You tilted his foot as you observed the splinter. The splinter wasn't that big but it made a long cut, a thumb length cut.

"Good thing the glass didn't go deeper into your skin. But unfortunately, you'll have a long ugly scar on your foot. Too bad you're a dancer." You muttered as you slowly took out the small piece of glass from his foot with a pair of tweezers. Kai bit his lip as he groaned in pain. You chuckled as you gently pat a clean wet towel on the cut. You squeezed a few drops of alcohol on a cotton ball.

"This will sting a little." You warned as you gently dabbed the cotton ball around the wound. Kai just stared at you, feeling numb all of a sudden. You cleaned the wound, finishing the process with a bandage, long enough for the cut.

"Can you walk?" You asked, standing up as you put everything back to the kit. Kai held on the chair as he tried standing up and walked a few steps, he successfully did. When you saw that, you slightly smiled.

"Good. I need to go now. I have a shift at 10. Be careful when walking." You said, rushing back upstairs to prepare yourself for work. Kai, once again, followed you with his longing eyes. The two boys, who were still on the table, watched everything like they were watching a K-drama.

"We are living under the same roof and you were right in front of me earlier but why do I still miss you?" Kai mumbled as he slowly walked towards the stairs, leaving the two interested boys in the dining area.

"Are they in a relationship or something? I think I saw sparks earlier when they were together." Sanha whispered at his friend, who just shrugged in reply.

"Don't jump into conclusions, Sanha." Eunwoo scolded the younger one before nodding. "But you're kind of right. It's not impossible for the two of them to date. They look good together."

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Joohyuk and Tiffany watched as you mopped the floor with a blank face.

"Seriously I'm not even surprised she's like this again." Joohyuk said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I wonder what happened that night. Sehun won't tell anything to me. Such a brat." Tiffany pouted, swiping her identification card on the cashier area.

"Noona." Joohyuk look at the older one with a glare. "Please stop meddling with your friend and your brother's business. You're not Cupid." He said, rolling his eyes. Tiffany just crossed her arms and informed the boy.

"They're my ship! I won't let it stop sailing!" She snapped at Joohyuk, who just shrugged and made his way to the kitchen. She looked back at you. "I have a hunch about it though! And I won't tell you!" She added before Joohyuk can enter the kitchen.

"Then don't." He said as he went in the kitchen.

You suddenly sat down on a chair near the counter, startling Tiffany. She just observed you at first, waiting for you to speak your heart out but gave up when all you gave was silence.

"What's up, baby?" Tiffany asked as she leaned on the counter in front of you. You looked at her with wide eyes. "Did I say something wrong?" Tiffany asked as she saw you flustered.

"Uh, no. I-I'm just not myself today." You mumbled as you shook your head, making Tiffany raise an eyebrow at you.

"So not new." Tiffany said, taking a seat next to you. You sighed.

"Mind telling me what happened last Saturday?"

You bit your lip, hesitating to tell her everything, starting from your stupid jealousy to last night's incident.

"Uhm..."

Tiffany groaned, lightly slapping your cheeks.

"I'm gonna guess it then!" She said with enthusiasm. You just nodded in agreement, too lazy to argue with her so early in the morning.

"You couldn't handle your favorite dancer's couple dance with a very sizzling hot girl that perfectly moves with his graceful body that's why you went outside the place, trying to find comfort alone but my brother was the one who gave it but then after that, the dancer made his way back to you again, maybe doing something that made your heart beat crazy and now you're confused."

You just watched how Tiffany finished her wild guess without even stopping. She grinned and tilted her head at you.

"Correct?"

You pointed at her with an accusing stare.

"H-How-- How did you—" You couldn't even finish your sentence as you were still surprised how relevant her long speech was.

"I'm a girl too, sweetheart. I would've gotten jealous too if the boy I like danced so intimately with a girl like that! Most girls have low self-esteem, you know. Seeing someone better than them makes them feel—"

"Like he'll fit better with her." You continued for Tiffany, looking away from her stare. She stayed silent.

"That girl, the one whom he danced with, she was actually my best friend." Tiffany gasped at your revelation. "Yeah, ridiculous, right? And she even told me that she likes him. Well she was cut off but it was obvious that's what she wanted to say. It just made everything harder."

"Are you sure that's the thing that made everything harder? Not you?"

What Tiffany said struck you big time.

What the heck? Me?

"Come on, sis. Think about it. Did you even ask Kai if he liked the girl back or if he even knows the girl likes him? Do you even know how Kai feels? AND!" Tiffany poked your nose, making you cringe.

"You're not even in a relationship with him. Why don't you tell him that you like him first and then start complaining about everything after? That way, you won't look stupid. Remember that Kai's not a fortune-teller or a mind-reader. He won't know what you feel unless you say it!"

Your lips formed into a sweet smile, making Tiffany freak out.

"You're creeping me out. Why are you— WOAH!"

You tackled her into a hug, almost making you both fall out of the chairs you're sitting at.

"Thank you for that. I appreciate your advice, mom."

Tiffany sighed with a smile, hugging you back.

"I know I always push you towards my lil' brother but I won't let you look like shit everyday just because of that devil dancer. Don't hesitate telling your problems to me. After all, I'm your only girl friend now." Tiffany said, making your heart melt at her kind words.

"You're the best unnie ever."

"I know right."

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"What did you say?" You squealed, sitting straight up as you answered your younger brother's call.

"I said, dad wants to have a family dinner this Saturday, noona. Family, I mean dad, me, you and Aunt Ji Hyo."

"What for?" You asked, rolling your eyes as if Taeyong can see you.

"I know dad has been unfair to you ever since you were 13 but I think he really wants you to—"

"Don't go there, Tae." You warned.

"Noona! Can you please listen to your dongsaeng? Just this time?" You heard Taeyong pleaded. You sighed.

"Fine then. I'll listen. Just this time."

"Dad has changed, noona. You can argue all you want but that fact won't go unnoticed! Even our house helpers noticed it. I think Aunt Ji Hyo made him realize his mistakes and clear his clouded mind. Dad's not like before, noona. You'll see when you get here! So please give him a chance to prove it to you and a chance to make this family complete again."

Your mind just went to your mom.

What will I do, mom? Should I go or should I not? Can I do it? What if Taeyong is wrong? What if dad's still mad at me?

"I can guess you're asking mom what to do, noona." Taeyong said, making you surprised. He chuckled. "I know you too well, noona." You felt yourself smile. "But you know, your questions won't ever be answered if you don't give it a shot."

Why am I getting nagged at by my younger brother anyway?

"Well said, my dongsaeng. I'll go then."

You heard Taeyong squeal, making you grin wider.

"YES! Dad will be so happy about this! I'll tell pick you up, noona! I'll bring one of the drivers. Be ready by 5 in the afternoon, noona."

"Okay, tiger. Roger that. Sleep now, okay? You still have classes tomorrow."

"Roger, noona! I love you."

You smiled.

"I love you too, brother."

You laid back down as you hung up, staring at the ceiling with a floating mind. You suddenly shook your head as you forced your thoughts away.

"Argh. Not tonight, my brain. I want to sleep." You mumbled.

After a few minutes, you were about to reach your beautiful dreamland when a loud knock pulled you back.

"Fuck. Who the hell would want to knock on my door in this deadly hour?!" You mumbled as you glanced at the small clock on your right.

12:30 am

You groaned, stuffing your face with a pillow. You waited for a few seconds, praying that the person who knocked will give up and just let you go back to dreamland. But nope.

"AISH!" You stood up and picked up one of your slippers, ready to smack the person with a slipper. You didn't even consider the chance that it might be your aunt.

"What the he—"

"Can we talk?"

You stared at him as if he grew multiple heads. You slowly brought down your slipper.

"What are we gonna talk about this time, Kai? Can't it wait until tomorrow? You know what time is—"

Shit.

Now you know how soft his plump lips are.

He gently took your lower lip, enclosing it with his lips. Your face was certainly red at this moment, eyes almost closing and mouth, well, occupied by someone.

Kai held on your waist as he saw your knees almost giving up on you, closing your distance. His lips didn't stop giving attention to yours, making you feel wanted and loved. You just felt yourself kissing him back, making him smile in the kiss.

You suddenly pulled back as you realized what you both were doing, making Kai look at you with a slight pout on his lips. Your eyes went to his lips, they were red and swollen, obviously from your kiss. You blushed at the thought and looked at his eyes.

"I-I didn't know this was your way of talking now." You mumbled, a little distracted of Kai's hands that are lightly stroking your waist. He was just staring back at you with his cute smile.

"I think we'll talk more."

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❀ Ch.16

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eastasianfeelings · 5 years ago

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how not to say oppa: Hyuk

Summary: You call Hyuk “oppa” by accident. He is... very unhappy about it.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: eating out, possessiveness, vaginal intercourse

You’re in the middle of being eaten out by Sanghyuk when it slips out.

“Ah, god, oppa—”

His tongue stops moving. Your eyes snap open. Oh, shit.

When you look down, Hyuk’s staring up at you, brows lowered, eyes narrowed. “…Noona.”

You’re in trouble.

“Don’t stop,” you try and urge him. Maybe if you just keep him going he’ll let it pass.

But he lifts his head, your wetness gleaming all over his mouth. Your hips instinctively rise to follow. Firmly, Hyuk places his hand over your sex and presses down—both pinning you in place and providing a sort of maddening in-between friction.

“Noona,” he repeats, tone a little rough. “You just said oppa.”

Wince. How are you going to explain yourself out of this one? Your boyfriend’s not the possessive type, but he is a man in his twenties, and he cares very much about what goes on in bed in your relationship.

“Did I?” you bluff. “But Hyukie…” You lift a hand and reach down to distract him. “You’re not continuing?”

Sanghyuk grabs your hand and flattens it to the mattress at your side. “Why?” The one syllable is loaded with suspicion.

“I don’t know,” you say quickly, semi-truthfully. “It definitely wasn’t on purpose.”

Hyuk frowns at you for a bit longer, then abruptly removes his hands from your body. Flustered, you pull yourself up into a sitting position, and he pushes up the bed to sit by your side. He leans over you and plants his hands on the mattress on either side of your hips, face still dead-serious.

“You don’t know?” he repeats. “You don’t know why you were thinking of someone else instead of me?”

“No, Hyuk-ah, I wasn’t thinking of someone else—I never call anyone oppa anyway, you know that,” you reason, placing your hands on his forearms just in case he underestimates his strength and smushes you right into the headboard. “I swear, I wasn’t thinking about anyone else.

He leans in some more. “You obviously weren’t thinking about me, since I’m not your oppa.”

You twist your head away under his peeved stare. “It’s not that I was not thinking about you—”

“Then what is it? Go on, tell me.”

“It’s not… it’s not anything. It’s nothing.”

His stare doesn’t let up, and the mixture of guilt and frustrated arousal you’re feeling makes you spill a little.

“I mean, in the past I only dated men older than me, so I, uh, guess I got used to saying oppa when…” You pat his arms awkwardly. “...when this happens.”

In your view, it’s truly an innocuous habit (after all, you’re not actually lusting after any specific oppa). Hyuk doesn’t seem to see it that way.

“You got used to saying it?”

“Just… the feeling in the moment triggers the habit, I guess? And I feel that way when we’re together.” You try to explain it differently, hoping it’ll soothe his ego. Judging by the way his jaw is working, it didn’t help.

“When we sleep together—” He shifts in closer. “—you feel the same way you felt in your past relationships?”

“No, that’s not it,” you say, a bit exasperated now. “What I mean is, I feel good when we’re together, and my past experience made me link that to using the term oppa. That’s it.”

Hyuk considers this for a few moments as his hands gradually curl into fists by your side. You slowly ease back to restore some distance between the two of you; it’s hot when he crowds you, but at this angle you’re going to get a crick in your neck.

All of a sudden, without words, Hyuk moves away and gets off the bed. You push yourself upright, confused, and watch him swiftly remove his remaining clothes. His boxers hit the floor and he lifts his head to meet your eyes. When you see his unsmiling expression, you swallow and instinctively inch backward.

With his erection casually leading the way, he climbs back onto the bed. A yelp escapes you when he hooks his hands behind your knees and spreads you wide without any hesitation, toppling you backwards.

“Hyuk-ah?” You shake your hair out of your face and peer up at him.

“Again.” His gaze drifts up from your exposed sex to your face, and he locks eyes with you again. “Say it.”

The head of his cock brushes your clit, and you twitch in his firm grasp. “What?”

“My name.” Hyuk presses his hips forward, and the wet slick of his cock over your labia nearly makes you whimper. “Are you going to say it, noona?”

“Yeah, yes, it’s you of course,” you say hastily, flattening your sweaty palms into the covers. “You, Sanghyuk-ah.”

Almost by accident, his cock notches into your opening, and your breath hitches. Hyuk’s gaze flies down; he likes watching himself penetrate you, enter you. You just want him to move a little and generate some friction.

“Me,” he says, and pushes. The word ends in a sharp exhale, and you let out an involuntary sound at the immediate tight fit. “Fuck…”

He slides in the rest of the way and you’re squirming the entire way, trying not to squeak at every movement he makes. It’s difficult; you’re small and he’s thick and the sensation of fullness within you, while not as sparklingly pleasurable as his mouth on your clit, is still incredibly erotic.

Hyuk’s head has fallen forward, his bangs hiding his eyes. He stays unusually still, breath coming audibly as your inner muscles clench around him.

“Hyuk-ah.” You’re not sure exactly what you want to say, if you’re asking him to move or checking how he’s feeling or demanding that he get you off; maybe all of them.

His head lifts and he makes eye contact. Then he drops your legs and stretches down to brace himself on his forearms, face now up close and personal with your breasts.

He lowers his lips to the valley between them and drags his mouth upward, small pursed kisses turning into nibbles and bites the higher he goes. The whole time he’s got his hips completely still, letting your muscles helplessly milk his cock inside you, over and over.

You’re squirming again by the time Hyuk reaches the curve of your neck, your breath coming in restrained pants. “Hyuk — ”

Teeth, suddenly.

“Ouch.” Your hand flies up to grasp his hair. “Hey!”

You tug, but he only lets go after a good two seconds.

“Mm?” he murmurs into your skin, tongue now laving over the bitten area.

“Don’t bite.”

“Why?” He raises his head to take a look at his work, and you shoot him a stern frown.

“You’ll leave a mark—!” You cut yourself off when Hyuk lowers his head again and nibbles at the same spot, almost affectionately this time. “Han Sanghyuk, seriously?” you groan, pulling harder on his hair.

He lifts his head again to half-smile at you, expression changing from brooding to a little pleased. A little too pleased. “So what?” he says guilelessly. “It’s just a mark.”

“That’s what you say.” Your words trail off again as he dips his head and presses an open-mouthed kiss to each of your nipples, sending thick ribbons of pleasure through you.

Your hips are moving by themselves at this point, unused to having Hyuk keep himself still for so long. Finally, he rises back up and focuses downward. With precision, he withdraws almost all the way, and then thrusts straight back in to the hilt.

“Oh my God—” The impact reverberates through your whole body; you fling your arms up to keep from sliding into the headboard.

“Okay?” Hyuk asks low, eyes going up to your face.

You gulp and manage, “As long as I don’t hit my head.”

In response, he drags himself out of you again, slowly, slowly, slower than you’ve ever felt him move. And even though you brace yourself, his hard forward thrust still blows half of your circuits with the near-instantaneous sensation of fullness.

He repeats the movement, eyes still trained on you, and you can’t help another sound from slipping out when he plunges in once more. “God, Hyuk,” you manage, blinking sweat out of your eyes.

“Noona,” he says. “This is me. Got it?” He emphasizes the question with another drive home. “Us.” An agonizing withdrawal. “You and me.” Another filling thrust.

“I got it,” you blurt, “I got it.” You’re hanging onto the headboard for dear life, the sensations within you absolutely scrambling your mind.

“Who?” he asks once more, though his breathing is rough now and he’s speeding up, he can’t help it.

“You, Hyuk-ah, you and us, us!” You’re saying anything at this point, hoping it’s what he wants to hear, hoping he won’t stop until you reach what you’re reaching for.

“That’s right,” Hyuk says on a pant, and slows just enough to put a palm over your clit and press.

There’s no finesse to it, he’s just applying blunt pressure as well as he can while his hips work, but for a wild second you think he might be able to feel himself thrusting into you through your abdomen and the thought is so hot that your orgasm hits.

“Ugh — ” With a stifled groan, you close your eyes and climax.

Hyuk follows almost immediately. He buries himself deep into your clenching heat and presses his entire body against you, clutching you close as he shudders and moans in your ear. And it feels as though the pleasure running through your body is his as well, or his pleasure is yours, the two of you skin-to-skin while lights fire behind your eyes.

His pants are slowing as you come down from your high. Eyes still shut, you reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, wanting to maintain the feeling of intimacy for a little longer despite his weight.

When he tilts his head and mouths at your neck again, your eyes snap open. You grip his hair and tug.

He comes with the pressure, and for a second you think he actually listened to you for once. But he just takes a moment to look over the bruise on your neck, then swoops back in to lick at you.

“Yah, Sanghyuk-ah.”

“Yes, noona?” he mumbles, and doesn’t budge.

“Stop that before you ruin the mood.”

He pauses, then lifts just high enough to plant his lips onto yours. You lose your breath; his kisses are just as sweet as he is, just as loving, and it fills the rest of the space in your heart.

But he’s still lying on top of you, and quickly you need air. You press a hand to his shoulder and push. He just shifts and finds another angle with a pleased hum.

You twist away, drawing a whine from him, and gasp in the air you need. “Heavy,” you manage, and give him another push.

“Oh, sorry.” Hyuk heaves himself off, causing his soft cock to slip out. You wince as your combined fluids leak from your sensitive opening.

“Do you want a towel?” he asks, even though he looks like he’d rather not move for a while.

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I was going to take a shower after anyway.”

He props himself up on his elbow and peers over at you. “After…”

“After—” You clamp your mouth shut as you remember what you were doing before Hyuk came in and surprised you.

A wide smile spreads across his face. “I didn’t get to finish helping you,” he murmurs, reaching out to trace his fingers over your skin.

You’re pretty sure it defies definition to “help” someone masturbate, but you get what he means. “You helped me plenty,” you assure him, and stretch lazily to prove your point.

“Were you thinking about me?” His smile fades a little. “Or not?” He palms your neck, pressing against the mark he’d bitten. “Maybe one of your oppas?”

Sigh. “Hyuk-ah, I told you, I wasn’t thinking of anyone at all.” You grip his wrist and stroke your thumb against his skin. “I promise I’m going to break that habit, okay?”

He grumbles a bit, then demands, “How did you even form a habit like that? You don’t call anyone oppa.”

“I think that’s probably why my exes liked it,” you admit. “Because it was… different, I guess, from how I usually was.”

Hyuk considers this, then grimaces in distaste and pulls you closer. “So perverted.”

You snuggle into his arms and hide your smile. “You’re one to talk.”

“Me?” he says in self-righteous outrage. “None of the things I like are based on degrading the other person!”

“Hmm.” You peer up at him. “So, you don’t like being called oppa in bed?”

“No, because why would you call me oppa.” Hyuk leans back and frowns at you.

“Right.” You lower your gaze and gently touch one of his nipples. He tenses, then relaxes. “But…” You walk your fingers up his chest, over his Adam’s apple, and up his neck until you reach his lips. When you meet his eyes, he’s watching you intently. “Are you sure you don’t like it… oppa?” you whisper.

He swallows, eyes on your mouth. He licks his lips. Tries to find his words.

With your other hand, you reach down and, yep, he’s getting hard again. You barely contain your chuckle. “No. You like it.”

“No, that’s—” Hyuk reaches down and takes your hand away from his dick. “That’s…”

“Because other girls have called you that during sex?”

“No!” he denies vehemently, and you have to laugh at this point. “No, noona—”

“I’m teasing,” you tell him, interlacing your fingers together. “It’s fine to be turned on by it, I don’t consider it degrading.”

He continues to squirm. “But… I still don’t want you to say it.”

“I won’t.” You kiss the back of his fingers. “You’re not my oppa, anyway.”

“Exactly. So just think of me,” Hyuk says firmly, then revises his statement. “Only think of me.”

“I got it,” you soothe him, and pat him on the chest. “Ah, so insecure.”

“Don’t make me jealous, then,” he shoots back, palming one of your breasts in return.

“Deal.” Now, shower time. You push away and move to sit upright.

But Hyuk rolls over and, in one swift movement, pins you under him with his weight over your legs. “Wait, noona.”

You look at him curiously. “What?”

He shifts downward on the bed. “I want to finish helping you,” he says into your skin as he kisses down your stomach.

“Wha—wait, you don’t have to.” You squeak as he presses a kiss to your clit, his fingers sliding further down through the wetness that’s spilled out of you. “Hang on, Hyuk-ah—”

“That’s right,” he breathes against you, “say it.”

“Hyuk-ah…!”

You barely know your own name by the time he’s done with you.

Author’s note: I’m?? not even Hyuk’s noona??? Vixx is a 2012 group and all the 2012 groups are older than me... I have no idea where this came from... anyway enjoy some random Hyuk smut OTL

follow-up: an oppa vs. your boyfriend

#hyuk #hyuk/reader #vixx #vixx fic #vixx imagines #vixx hyuk #hyuk x reader #han sanghyuk #hyuk fic #hyuk imagines #kpop imagines #eaf original #eaf writes vixx

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 6 years ago

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Time Around Scars Part 2

Warnings: Angst, Tae being a bit of a dick, alcohol as a coping mechanism

Word Count: 1,785

It had been a week since Taehyung had seen you at the quad, drunk and pathetic, and he'd gone to spend a few days with his sister to get his mind off things.

He knew he wouldn't drink as much there, would have less time to stalk you on social media, panicked every time he got a notification from you, worried it would be a cute selfie of you and your new boyfriend.

So far, you hadn't indicated you were in a relationship, despite what you'd told him. The thought made his stomach roll, that you'd replaced him already, that you might be cuddled in another man's bed while Taehyung last awake, thinking about what went wrong and how he might fix it.

He half hoped that you'd been lying when you said you had moved on.

He arrived back on campus the night of his good friend Min Yoongi's graduation party, and he mentally reminded himself to drink no more than two beers. He'd been feeling better after spending some time away, his head clearer.

He wasn't sure if he was excited or anxious to see that you'd accepted Yoongi's invite on Facebook.

He'd dressed up, too, felt more like himself in a Gucci leather jacket with gold leaves appliqued on the shoulders, a black tshirt and jeans.

Taehyung walked into Yoongi's apartment with confidence and only a bit of anxiety. After all, if you did show up, maybe he'd be able to charm you a little.

He met Namjoon at the door, and his friend's eyes widened at the sight of him.

"Oh shit, Tae- I thought you were still with your noona?"

Taehyung smiled, shaking his head and looking around. Trying to appear casual, he asked Namjoon if you were there.

Namjoon hesitated for a moment, but Taehyung didn't think of being suspicious. He was too busy scanning the small crowd for you.

"Y-yeah. I think she's out on the balcony."

Taehyung barely noticed Namjoon biting his lip or his hand on his arm in a weak attempt to stop him.

He stopped by the keg for a beer to calm his nerves before he headed toward the back of the house.

His mood brightened further when he saw you through the sliding glass door, dressed in a simple, formfitting sundress and stilettos, facing the view with your elbows resting on the railing.

Red Solo cup in hand, he had his hand on the door about to slide it open when his greeting died in his throat.

You had turned to talk to Jimin, laughing at something he'd said, and a tall, dark haired man stepped behind you, sliding an arm around your waist casually.

You leaned backward to give him access to hug you, resting the back of your head on his shoulder, looking comfortable there, and Taehyung felt something pull in his chest, as if something were breaking inside him.

He felt as if he had been punched in the stomach, had the wind knocked out of him. His vision blurred with sudden tears, and from far away he heard someone calling his name.

He looked up and realized he'd crushed the cup of beer in his hand, foam all over his Gucci jacket.

Jungkook's was standing next to him, looking alarmed. "Tae, your jacket!"

Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle, blinking away the tears in his eyes. That would've been something he might have thrown a fit about a few months ago, spilling beer on an expensive jacket, but the blow to his wallet had nothing on how he felt watching you leaned up to kiss the tall man, looking as if it were as natural as breathing to do so.

There's a bitter taste in his mouth as Taehyung tears his eyes away.

A wild smile crosses his face. He claps Jungkook on the shoulder. "Need something stronger than this anyway, pal."

Jungkook had finally realized you were outside and not alone, and his eyes widened.

Taehyung shrugged. "I'm sure I can find someone to drink with me, Kook. Don't worry so much. I'm fine."

Jungkook looked at him warily. "Are you sure? Last week-"

"Last week I got too drunk and maudlin. Remember that time you drunk dialed your first girlfriend when we were at Spring Break?"

Jungkook flushed at the memory, and the distraction allowed him to make his way into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of whiskey with a splash of coke.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him, but Taehyung ignored him, raising his glass to toast Yoongi.

"Congrats, hyung!"

Yoongi obliged the toast but kept his eyebrow raised. "She's here, huh?'

Taehyung kept a fake smile plastered on his face. "Yup."

"New boyfriend, too?"

Taeyhyung's smile faded. "Yup," he said, drinking a long swig of his drink, wincing a little at the burn in his throat.

Yoongi clapped him on the shoulder and Taehyung looked down at his whiskey, tears threatening again. Yoongi had been there after the breakup.

Yoongi and Taehyung had roomed together freshman year, in a tiny apartment. Taehyung had answered an ad on Craigslist, and they'd become fast friends, both Music majors. Yoongi ironically had introduced you to Taehyung at a house party, so he'd been there for the beginning and end.

The night of the breakup, you'd left and Taehyung didn't stop you. When he'd gone to the sink for a glass of water, shellshocked, he'd seen your pink skull coffee mug, freshly cleaned and sitting by the sink, and something broke in him, finally. Crying, he'd broken every piece of china in the apartment, the crash of the plates and glasses the only thing that seemed comforting.

Taehyung didn't know how Yoongi had known, but he'd showed up, asked him what the hell he thought he was doing, and when Taehyung hung his head, ashamed of his display of emotion in front of the always stoic Yoongi, he'd heard the tinkling of glass on the floor.

Yoongi had thrown down a wine glass. Without words, he helped Taehyung destroy what was left of the kitchen, and later, to help to clean it up.

"Get drunk if you need to, but don't be mean to her, Taehyung. She is the one that called me that night, you know."

Taehyung looked up at him, shocked.

Yoongi nodded. "She does love you. She always has. She just needs some time."

"Time to fuck around, I guess," Taehyung mumbled, and instantly felt ashamed for saying it.

Yoongi shrugged. "Maybe he helps her heal," he said, and Taeyhyung's chest tightened further.

Before he could speak, heels click on the kitchen tile, and he hears your voice.

"Yoongi, the man of the hour! I wanted to introduce you to-"

Your voice faltered as Taehyung looked up at you, faking another smile.

"Hey, beautiful."

He was surprised at how clear his voice sounded. He took a sip of his drink, hoping it would help fill the void in his chest.

"Oh. Tae, hi-"

You were cut off again by the tall man coming up behind you.

"Jagi, I was wondering where you got off to," he said easily, chuckling, and Taehyung felt as if someone had speared him in the gut at the sound of his pet name for you coming out of someone else's mouth.

He took a long swig and held out his hand, hoping his face was neutral. "I'm Taehyung. You're the lucky guy who's been seeing our y/n, right?

He was trying not to grit his teeth.

For his part, your boyfriend didn't let on that he knew Taehyung was your ex, giving him a firm handshake and a smile.

When Taehyung smiled at you, your face relaxed and you seemed relieved, which made his chest ache.

Maybe you had moved on. Maybe you were happy. The thought made him feel empty and hopeless, and he drained his drink, praying that the alcohol would lessen the feeling.

"I'm Chanyeol," he said, smiling. "And yes, I am very lucky indeed."

Chanyeol slid an arm around your waist and Taehyung forced his eyes away, trying to take a deep breath despite the rock in his gut.

You put your hand on Taeyhyung's arm to get his attention, and when he looked at you, your eyes were achingly soft.

"How's the family?"

"Good. Everyone asked about you."

Now, Taehyung noticed a quizzical look on Chanyeol's face, and he cleared his throat, regretting his words. the last thing he needed was for your new boyfriend to feel sorry for him.

"Ah, that's right, you met his family when you were together, right?"

You flushed and nodded, and Taehyung was a bit shocked.

"I'm so glad you were able to remain friendly," Chanyeol said, seemingly unaffected.

Yoongi, speechless the whole time, thankfully interrupted to introduce himself, and Taehyung was able to sneak away, going by the keg to get a beer.

He took in deep breaths, trying to calm himself, and he met Jungkook out on the balcony.

The whiskey was finally working, relaxing him a bit.

"Hey, Kook." He said easily.

Jungkook nodded toward the kitchen. "You meet him?"

Taehyung nodded, drinking a long swig of his beer. He shrugged. "Seems nice."

"He's really tall," Jungkook commented. "I guess theyve been together a few months now."

Taeyhyung's head jerked at that comment. "Months?"

Realizing his mistake, Jungkook's eyes widened. "Like two months, hyung, I didn't mean-"

But it was too late. Taehyung drained his beer and chucked it off the balcony, heading back inside.

The chaos of seeing you with someone tonight and the alcohol in his blood made him impulsive, and his head was spinning.

He caught you alone for once, standing in the corner with a cup of beer, and you flinched whenever he slammed his hand on the wall behind you, leaning in close.

"Tae, hey..." You said, looking uncomfortable, but he couldn't stop.

"Months?" He hissed. "You've been seeing him for months? That's why you left, isn't it?"

You set your jaw, pushing his chest. He stumbled backward.

"If you could ever think that I cheated on you or left you for another man, you never loved me at all, Kim Taehyung."

Your eyes are flashing and Taehyung regrets everything, but it's too late. You stalk over to Chanyeol, grab his arm, and pull him towards the door.

You're gone before his head stops spinning, and everyone is looking at him.

His chest is heaving, something clawing inside of him, and he roars, "What the fuck are you all looking at?"

Jungkook and Namjoon are heading over, but Taehyung manages to grab the bottle of expensive whiskey and head out the door.

The rest of the night is a blur.

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kmelanin · 6 years ago

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Hyunnie Baby

A/N~ Hi my Hyunniebuns. lol that was head ass. But okay so like i need yall to understand something. JEONGIN WILL NOT BE HAVING SEX IN THIS!!! but like he will be in some makeout sessions??? and if yall want more then maayybbeee. but like i know damn well half of hall were crazy at his age, so like sorry im a hardstan. like idk how to be soft. anywaysss...i wasnt going to post this, but when i seen it was over 10,000+ words I was like why not.

Let me know if you would like to see more!

Warning: They are hybrids, so like yea. Also idk if things happend fast, and tbh i was stoned asf most of the time writing this. LOL. yea im warning yall, this might be a horrible story .-_-.

Pairing~ lynxhyunjin X human yn X africanwilddogjeongin

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Jeongin-17/18 Hyunjin-18/19 Reader-20/21 (whatever age makes you happiest lmao)

You look up at the sign above you. E-Hybrids, it was a simple all black sign with white words. It was about a mile out of town. It had to have enough space to have suitable for all of the different Hybrids. This place let you adopt exotice hybrids. The government allows all sorts of hybrids to be adopted, only because they are hybrids.

You took time to do your research about hybrids. You found out that they weren’t able to actually shift into the animal they are, they just have a few characteristics. They were like test tube babies. They were made in a lab with human and animal DNA. They were made to be lovers, to be best friends, or to just be company. Whatever you want. But of course not everyone treats them right. Some were treated as actual pets, like actual trash.

You knew you always wanted a hybrid. You lived alone for that reason alone. You recently bought a home that had two bedrooms and two bathrooms. You've always dreamed about having one in your home, to be your best friend.

Honestly, you didn't know much people. You were always the odd one out. Everyone around you would remind you all the time about how different you were. Just because you were a little bigger than others doesn't mean you were different. But I guess that's how society works.

You dated two boys in your 20 years. But one just had a chub kink and one dated you because he was dared to.

But now at this point you tried not to care about anyone but yourself. You knew that hybrids would love you as long as you loved them. So maybe getting one would help your loneliness. They would love you no matter what. But you were nervous, because maybe your body is the main factor, if a hybrid couldn't be your friend then because of your body then you don't know what you would do. You were big boned, so you were always going to be thick.

You didn't care if your future hybrid didn't like you as a lover, a simple friendship would make you feel a lot better. But your heart jumped at the thought of them loving you, it made you giddy.

You walk up to the counter where a little red haired girl stand.

“Hello. Welcome to E-Hybrids, are you looking to adopt today?” She asks with a bright smile. You felt a little shy, and you didn't want to stutter so you just nod and smile a little. You tuck your hair behind you ears when she nodded back and pulled out a clipboard with some paper and a pen attached to it.

“I need you to fill this out. To make it easier choosing, we take what you fill out and we match you up to a couple of different hybrids to you, just to make everything easier. If that doesn't work then we can take you back, but it usually works” she explains and you nod along, showing that you understand. You read it through and start filling everything out. Your name, birthday, source of income, plus some more basic info. Then there was some on the type of animal you would like. You didn't want to put too much restriction on it, so you put feline or canine. The age you wanted, you put 18-21. There were some others and you quickly fill it out. Once you were finished you noticed that the lady was gone, so you stood and waited.

About five minutes later she comes back out of a door.

“Sorry, I was just getting the presenting room ready.” She explains and you hand over the clipboard. She quickly reads over it and she nods unclipping it and opening a sliding window off to the side and passing it through. Someone pops up and grabs it closing the window back.

“Okay, so my co-worker just took back your preferences to find hopefully you future hybrid. I noticed that you put canine or feline. I hope you know that here we have exoctic hybrids, so they won't be your normal dog and house cat.”

“Right, right.” Ah you were getting excited.

“Okay, so a few more things. The price depends on the hybrid you get, but if you would like to take them home today it will be a extra grab per hybrid.” You quickly nod. Suddenly a loud ding rings through the lobby area. “Perfect, so they found…” she looks down at the computer that also dinged with the louder one. “Three that matched your preferences. I will lead you to the presenting room, because they are part human, so you will be able to ask any questions you will like.” She smiles, she walks over to the gate that could let you through. She leads you through the door she came out of earlier.

It was a simple white room with two doors. One you come in and another. There was also a single chair.

“You sit here, we will give you ten minutes with each. After that just let me know who you want another ten with. After you are done meeting, either let me know if you are ready to choose, or let me know if you would like to see others. Have fun.” She smiles and leaves.

You sit down in the chair and you wait. You quickly look down and fix your posture and pull your shirt down a little to cover your gut up a little.

You were so nervous. You didn't have a certain type, but out of all of the hybrids you've seen, you've always felt drawn more towards the asian ones.

Suddenly the door opens. You head snaps to the other door and in comes the cutest little thing you've ever seen. He kept his eyes down as he walked towards you. His ear twitched which caught you eyes and you noticed how they were big and black, they were rounded with some tan spots. His hair was black and messy. He was wearing some black sweats and a white t-shirt. He walks in front of you and falls to his knees. He leans back on his heels so he sits comfortably.

You remembered on one of the websites you read that some hybrids are scared of meeting new people so they automatically submit so no one was afraid of them.

“Hi, I'm YN.” You say softly. You knew to start slow, let them get used to you. His ear twitched a little at the sound of your voice. “What’s your name?” you urge him on. You hoped you weren’t scaring him.

Slowly his head starts to raise and his eyes connect to yours. His eyes widen when he took you in and you did the same. He was beautiful. His skin was so smooth and clear. His eyes are mono lidded which made the way he looked at you so much more intense.

“I'm Jeongin. My human side is Korean, and my animal side is African Wild Dog.” He says bowing his head down and then his eyes connect to yours once again. “What about you?” His head tilts a little and it was like his eyes were shining at you.

“Oh, I'm African American and Caucasian.” You say softly. You couldn't keep eye contact with him for long. His stare made your whole body buzz with nervousness. You looked down at your fingers, you started to fiddle with them.

“Oh? We both have some African in us?” His voice comes out a little higher. Your eyes snapped to his and he was smiling really big. It took you by surprise when you seen braces in his mouth. He must of seen the change in your emotions because his face fell.

“It's the braces huh? The other say that braces are dorky, so no one will want me.” He mumbles. You remembered reading that Hybrids were raised to be almost perfect. So by 18, they would have straight teeth from having to wear braces.

“Jeongin, how old are you?” You ask, remembering you put down 18-21. But his eyes widen and he leans up on his knees.

“I was told about your age range, I'm 17, but I fit all of the other things you written down but the age part. They were hoping it was okay.” He was panicking a little. His eyes were wide as his ears flattened against his head a little.

“Oh it's okay! It's okay.” You say trying to calm him down a little. You grab his hand unsure how to calm him. When you did his body tensed up and he squeezed your hand back and his eyes look down at them.

“I'm sorry, It just….I actually fit someones wants, and I was scared at first.” His eyes look back to you, his ears start to perk back up. “You are really really beautiful, I would love for you to adopt me YN.” He says and he raises your hand up to his lip and it shocked you when his lips touched the back of your hand and they were so soft. After his cheeks were burning red. You couldn't help but to giggle a little at how cute he was being.

“Did someone teach you that? Or did you come up with that all on your own?” You ask smiling at him. He keeps looking at you and away over and over as if he was to scared to look at you.

“I-I came up with it. I'm serious.” He says nervous, but you felt the seriousness in his voice. You nodded understanding. Did he really think you were...he had to be saying that just to say. You felt his hand squeeze yours again making your eyes look at his.

“You don't believe me? I don't lie, I don't think I can.” He says. You hated this feeling. You suddenly felt so much bigger than you actually were. You felt yourself start to panic. You can ruin something that barely had a chance to start.

“Jeongin, I'm 20 years old. I'm three years older than you. If I adopted you, would that bother you.” You say finally telling him your age. He shakes his head as soon as you were done talking.

“Of course not. That just means you are my Noona.” He says smiling hugely. The weird word he used threw you off a little.

“Noona?” You ask questioning him.

“Ya, the Korean side, we use that as a honorific.” He says and he starts to say something else but there was a rapid three knocks on the door. His face suddenly turned sad, he looked back to the door and back to you. Your heart broke when you seen how sad he looked.

“It was nice to meet you Noona.” He squeezes your hand once more and stands up pulling his hand away. Then he was gone.

About a minute later the door opens again and in comes two people, one has his head down and has really pretty tan pointy ears with black tips and another was the guy who grabbed your preference sheet.

“I'm sorry, the next one that was after the dog actually is sick and he is unable to come in contact with anyone. So here is the last one, let us know if you would like me to go and get some others.” He nods and leaves, leaving the hybrid in the room with you.

“Hi.” You say and his eyes snapped up to yours instantly shocking at how fast he looked up. Instead of walking over to you and sitting down like Jeongin, he walks sideways keeping his eyes on you. “What’s your name?” You ask smiling a little, you wanted to show him that you weren't going to hurt him. He kept his eyes on you still and he walked around you.

Based on your reading, you could tell he was a feline. He was stalking me getting a good sniff. Something his cat side does. Every hybrid was different. You stood up to say something since he was literally against the wall in front of you now. But a low growl escapes his mouth. It shocked you and you quickly say back down. You were scared, suddenly really nervous. He probably hated the way your body looked. He was probably wondering why his luck was so bad. You knew he could have way better owners.

You looked at him, you seen how his lips were plump and his skin was smooth and clear. His hair was black as well and messy like Jeongin. His eyes stared at you, his eyes were mono lidded as well, but unlike Jeongins intense soft stare. His was scary. You felt as if he was judging you.

“Ah, I'm sorry.” You say standing up and quickly walking towards the door before he could growl again. But once again you were stopped, not by his growl, but by his voice.

“Hyunjin. I'm Hyunjin. Please don't go.” You turned back and your knees almost gave out when he was right in front of you and he was peering down. He was so much taller than you. His face was still hard but you could see the sadness in his eyes.

You quickly nod. He bends down and grabs your hand and pulls you toward the chair, he sits you down then sits down cross legged in front of you on the floor.

“I'm sorry. I-you are-you scared me for a minute.” he says mumbling to himself. You probably scared him off with your rolls. “I heard you’re 20, I'm 18.” He says as he puts his other hand over yours. You didn't even realize that he was still holding your hand. “I'm part Korean, and part Lynx.” He says and his eyes flicked to yellow cat yes back. His ears looked so soft and you really wanted to touch them.

“You like my ears, huh?” He asks with a slight smile. “Go ahead and touch them.” he says quickly. You started to reach out, when the sudden three knock came. You eyes looked back down at him and his eyes were filled with sadness and his mouth was ajared. And it was like slow motion, he got up and walked away, his tail was swaying really fast. And you knew just by the basic house cat, he was irritated.

After a few minutes of getting yourself together, you finally left the room and met the lady at the front.

“Soo, how did it go?” She asks. “I'm sorry about Joji, he told us last minute that he was sick. So it was only the two. I can get others if you would like.” She says. She talks really fast so you just nodded taking the extra time to comprehend what she said.

“Actually, how much are the two?” When she told you, your eyes bugged out. You found out that Hyunjin was quite expensive, but Jeongin was in your budget so you weren't able to have both of them. Which is fine because you feel greedy already for wanting both of them.

“But, i have a little deal for you since this is your first time here. If you get Jeongin you will have to deal with his braces. So If you get Hyunjin, I hate putting it this way because they are priceless, but you will get both for the price of Hyunjin. Think of it as also a apology for not giving you your prefered age range.” She bows a little. You were shocked. This was...did you want two hybrids? Will they even like each other? A canine and a feline?

“I will say that the grand each to take home today is still in tack.” She says with a sorry face.

“Okay, why the hell not.”

“Perfect! I will give you a list of food they both eat and things you will need to buy. How would you like to tell them?”

“Um, I want to go to there room and tell them. Maybe trick them a little?” You say shrugging. She laughs a little nodding. She told you that she will get them to their rooms. Then she gets a map of the building and draws out directions.

You are soon walking towards Jeongin room. The hallways were extremely bare and so were all the doors. You only know you found his room because of the easy directions and the simple black numbers on the door. You didn't know what to do but knock. You waited a couple of seconds and until his door beeps and it opens. You peer in and see him laying down on his bed.

“Is it time to eat alread-” He pauses when he looks up and sees you and he stops talking. His eyes were wide and he slowly stands up. You were surprised at how much taller he was than you. But he was shorter than Hyunjin. You only knew because with Hyungjin, when he was in front of you, you had to look up to meet his eyes. But with Jeongin, when he walks up to you, you didn't have to look up as much as you did.

“Hi Jeongin.” You say softly, but you try to keep your excitement in, so it ends up coming out sadder than expected. You noticed that he noticed how your voice was. You knew that Hybrids were very observative.

“Hi Noona, did you come to say goodbye?” He asks, even though he was sad, he didn't want to make it more difficult for you. He thought you both had a little connection. But maybe his age was the final factor. He was too young for you, even though he was turning 18 in a couple of weeks.

“Goodbye? I was just coming to ask if you are ready to come home.” You say acting as if you didn't know what he was talking about. His face goes from a sad smile and cute puppy eyes to a surprised look, his mouth fell open and notice that his tail started to wag really fast. You looked at it and it was so cute and fluffy, his tail went from white to the tips to some brown and you weren't sure what the base look like.

“Really? You want me?!” He jumps up and down for a second with his eyes closed. But his eyes snapped open and looked at you, it was like he forgot you were there. He stops jumping and clears his throat. “You...want me?” He asks a slower than before.

“I do, if only you allow it though, I don't want to force.” You say, you didn't want him to go with someone he didn't want to. And with knowing the past, you wouldn't be surprised.

“Of course I do, Noona!” He says a little louder, he bent down to connect your eyes. You tend to look down a lot. You hated to see the looks you got. “You are so cute when blush.” he says looking all over your face. That caused your cheeks to burn even harder.

“Uhm, Hyunjin is coming home with us as well.” You say trying to move things forward.

“Hyunjin? The Lynx?” He asks his face dropping a little. You frowned in confusion. “He agreed? He always talks about his future family. They were suppose to come get him on his 18th birthday. He first met them when he was 6, and every year on his birthday since then. But when his 18th birthday came, they didn't. 6 months later, here we are.” Jeongin says softly. His words broke your heart. You couldn't help but to think, maybe he will come just to run away and try to find that family. You sighed.

“Well, let’s go see if he wants to come home with us.” You say grabbing his hand. He quickly nods and tells you he knows where his room is. You both walk down a couple of hallways and turn a few times. We stop in front of a door and you reach up and knock. The door beeps and it opens. You look in to see the Lynx sitting on his bed staring back at you. But then his eyes move to the being next to me, and he scoffs.

“So you picked the wild dog over me?” He asks, he looks away shaking his head.

“Hyun-”

“Can you leave?” He asks growling a little snapping his head back to you. That made Jeongin squeeze your hand a little. He pulls you back and he stands in front of you. But you noticed that he doesn't look at Hyunjin in the eyes. He keeps his down, but he won't budge from his spot in front of you. He was protecting you from what he thought was potential danger.

You thought about his suppose future family, maybe he wanted to stay here and wait to see if they do come. You understood he still had hope. You stood on your tippy toes over Jeongin shoulder to look at Hyunjin.

“I couldn’t choose between both of you. And I wanted to come and tell you both in person. But I understand if you want us to leave.” You sighed, standing on your feet normally. “I understand.” You pull on Jeongin’s hand wanting to leave. Your chest kind of hurt, he didn't want you. Jeongin was happy to leave, he pulled you down the hall. As he did you looked back and was shocked to see Hyunjin standing outside of his room staring at you as Jeongin pulled you along. He looked devastated. But your body was on autopilot, your empty hand reached out towards him. And instantly his eyes flickered to his yellow cat eyes and he runs after you. When his hand connected with yours, he had a huge smile plastered on his face. When Jeongin looked back it quickly disappeared.

“Finally, I knew you were not dumb Hyunjin.” Jeongin says looking back.

PART 2~

You finally walk into your home with the two behind you. It was only one level with a basement. You knew you messed up when you realized there were only two bedrooms, but now three people.

“So, It isn’t much. I actually didn't expect to have both of you here.” You say as the two hybrids look around your living room, which your front door was attached to. “So there are only two bedrooms. We will figure out sleeping arrangements later. Are you guys hungry?” You ask taking your shoes off and you pull out a needs list that the shelter gave you. You noticed that the only proteins they both can have is white meat and seafood. They could also have veggies and fruits, and noodles, and some dairy.

Both Hyunjin and Jeongin take off their shoes and they follow you to the kitchen.

Oh god, you weren’t used to this. Having two beings follow you around.

“Mhm, how about I show you around first then I’ll cook dinner.” You say peeping at the clock. You didn't realize how late it was. It was currently ten at night, and you were just getting home. Man, maybe a slight snack.

You show them around the kitchen, showing them everything that was available to use, then you go to the tv and show them how to turn on Youtube, or Netflix. Then you go to the first full bathroom, then the bedroom right across the hall. Then you show your bedroom and your bathroom. You don't go downstairs, but you mention that you wash your laundry down there.

You let them watch a movie as you make some shrimp and bowl ramen. When you were done, you put everything on the a big tray and take it out to the living room. You set it down in front of them and you sit in front of the coffee table. In front of the couch they were sitting on.

“We can go shopping tomorrow for more clothes for you both. Sorry. I thought I was prepared but it seems i'm not.” You shy away, you pick up a piece of shrimp and bite the tail off.

“It's okay.” Jeongin smiles softly and picks up some chopsticks and eats some of the noodles.

It was like your mind stopped, you didn't know what to say or do. So you just finish your food and wait until they were done. You then got up and took care of everything.

“Um, you two may use the first bathroom I showed you. That's your guys bathroom. But until then, i'm sure you both aren't comfortable sleeping together, so until I can get another bed, one can take my bed and one can take the other.” You smile. Jeongin was the first to jump up.

“I call your bed!” He smiles big, throwing his hand up. Hyunjin just rolls his eyes. You get up and hold both of your hands out. You hold their hands and walk to the first bedroom. You look up to Hyunjin and Jeongin.

“Goodnight, guys. I’ll be on the couch.” You say. You weren’t sure if you should hug them or what. So all you do is smile and bow you head slightly. You turn to walk, but Jeongin holds on tightly. You look back and see a confused look on his face.

“You aren't sleeping in your bed?” He asks confused. His words took you off guard. Did he expect you too...no. You knew hybrids loved skinship. So you knew that meant lots of cuddling. You could already see it now, him touching you and not liking what he feels.

“No, no. Plus I need to catch up on some reading. Go to sleep, the beds are really nice.” You say and slip your hands out. “Good night guys. Ill be out here if you need anything.” You say. You open the closet door as they disappeared into the rooms. They shut their doors at the same time. You sighed, as if you could finally breathe again. You grab a extra blanket and pillow and go to the couch. You laptop was on the kitchen counter, you grab it and continued to read the rest of a websites article. In the rest of the reading, you found out something you wished you found before getting them.

|| Hybrids are made with certain genes. Think of it as a recipe that can be changed. They have the basic DNA strands to be a functioning human with animal traits. Then every hybrid has a different combination of certain genes. Making each one unique.

They were made to become your lover, or your best friend. Even though hybrids are very observant, they can't read you mind. Depending on the hybrid you will need to tell them what type of relationship you want. Some, mainly in the canine and feline families, they will instantly want to love on you. You will need to set it straight to them. If you don't, their feelings will grow and grow, and if you don't feel the same. You will hurt them. So tell them before it's too late.||

Oh fuck.

You were suddenly scared. You wanted to go back a day and finish reading the article, then maybe you would have more time to think about it. But no, they are literally in the next rooms over. You sighed. Now that you think about it, you weren't sure what you wanted. And you knew that you needed to talk to them. But what if they just laugh in your face.

You knew the go to answer would be friendship, tell them you want friendship. But do you? Do you want something more? Maybe one can be one and one the other? Fuck. If you knew this information yesterday, maybe you wouldn't of gotten two. You took a deep breath. You needed sleep. So you did.

As the morning comes around, and as you start to wake up, you noticed just how freaking hot it was in your house. Did one of them turn the heat up? When your eyes opened you were met but a face, not even a inch from you. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you screamed pushing yourself away. But you didn't expect two hands to grab your waist, causing your body to not hit the floor, like you thought you would. The hands carefully pull you the rest of the way off the couch and onto the floor. You were confused until you looked and seen your coffee table on the other side of the room. You look back and see Hyunjin on the floor and Jeongin on the couch. They both had a worried face. The Hyunjin looked at Jeongin with a irritated look.

“I told you not to lay with her.” Hyunjin says shaking his head. But your mind wasn't focused on it. It was focused on the face that you almost crushed Hyunjin. You were so careless.

“Hyunjin. Are you okay?” You ask looking all over. Making sure he wasn't showing a sign of discomfort.

“Of course I am. I should be asking you that.”

“I'm sorry Noona.” Jeongin chirps in. That damn word.

“I almost crushed you, I didn't know you were there.” You say. You looked away, you felt your cheeks heating up. You wanted to jump in a big hole and never come out.

“Crushed? How can I be crushed,” He pauses and you felt his presence get closer to yous. “ by a cloud?” He says into your ear causing your body to freeze up.

“A-a cloud?” You stutter. Was that a compliment or should you be offended.

“MmHmm. A cloud that I could eat up.” He says with a low voice, right into your ear. Then his tongue sticks out and kitty licks at your ear making you jump. You backed away and you looked at him with confusion all over your face.

“You guys…” You mutter. You look at both of them and notice that both of their eyes were a lot lower than usual. It made their eyes looked a lot more fierce, a lot darker than before. Then you spoke before you could stop yourself. “I think friendship would be best.” You were too scared. Scared of them looking at you and hating what they see. You don't want them to feel like they have to like you, just because you adopted them. It would be different if they were human, then they would be you kids. But in the hybrid world it wasn't like that.

When you finally looked up, Hyunjin had his knees to his chest and he was frowning not looking at you. When you looked up he turned his body away from you. Your eyes looked up at Jeongin, and his face made you miserable. But when your eyes looked at him, his face turned still, and he looked away.

“I just don't think i'm good enough to be on that level of a relationship with you guys. This way, you both can go and find whoever when you are comfortable enough.” You shrug. You thought that would be best. You knew it. But you guess you were wrong. “I know I should’ve told you sooner.” You felt as if you fucked up.

“No, no, it's okay. I don't think we will be...um...finding anyone else anytime soon. But thanks for telling us.” Jeongin say, he tries to put a smile on his face. You knew you said the wrong thing.

You didn't know what to feel at the moment, so you tired something else.

“It's like, I have a choice on what hybrid I want, but you guys don't...you guys don't have a choice.” You try to reason. Hyunjin doesn't say anything, his back was to you still. This was just embarrassing. You were making a fool---.

“We don't see it that way. Plus, if we didn't like you, you would've known when we first met.”

“It isn’t our fault you have body problems, maybe you should’ve figured that out before fucking adopting us.” Hyunjin stands up and he leaves the living room. You hear the bedroom door slam. Your heart was beating out of control and you couldn't breath, you felt yourself panicking. You quickly got up and ran to your room, leaving Jeongin behind trying to call you back.

Jeongin was sitting on the couch for about ten minutes after you left. He had to think for a second. He knew you were quite shy from the beginning, he also knew he shouldn't of acted the way he he did. Jeongin and Hyungjin were quite close, being the only korean hybrids in the shelter. So Jeongin knew Hyunjin quite well. It was hard for Hyunjin to show his feelings. He’s been betrayed more than he’s been shown love, so he can only show his anger. He can't help it.

Jeongin gets up and walks towards the hallway. He stopped in his tracks when he sees Hyunjin leaning against your door. He was on the ground with his legs up to his chest.

“She's asleep, I'm going to apologize when she wakes up.” He mumbles when he hears Jeongin walking closer.

“Let’s go in. She doesn't think she's good enough to be with us, so we have to show her.” He says, he opens the door slowly and walks in. Hyunjin gets up and walks in behind Jeongin.

Hyunjin was scared. He wondered if you would want him anymore. He knew what he said was way out of line. He wish he could go back in time and re do the whole thing. He wouldn't of said anything, he wouldn't of even acted the way he did.

He was afraid that you would do something to hurt him like the family before. But now since this little incident happened between you two, he knew that you were the one he needed. As he looked down at you as you slept on your bed. He could tell that you were once crying before, your lashes were still wet. He felt himself get extremely depressed, his chest started to hurt a lot. His body let out a loud and sad cry. He climbed onto the side of the bed your back was facing and he melts his body into yours. When his body wrapped around yours, it really felt like he was at home. He also knew that it was going to be hard to just be friends with you, he was going to have to try to change your mind, or at least try.

“Jeongin, can you leave?” Hyunjin asks, but he doesn't take his eyes off of you.

“What?...” he asks him shocked.

“I just want to apologize alone, I’ll give you your time alone later.” Hyunjin whispers when you start to move a little. Jeongin just nods, he doesn't hide his sadness but he leaves.

Hyunjin was against your back, but he was afraid to touch you with his hands. His didn't want to disturb you, but his heart was beating way to fast for him not to do anything.

He was so happy that you got him, when he first seen you, you made his heart almost fall to his ass. He was scared, he didn't know what to do, he didn't even feel like this when he suppose family would visit. Suddenly he was pulled out of his thoughts when you turned over, facing him. His eyes were wide and he froze as you got comfortable again, you face a buried into his chest. He tried his best not to purr. His chest would start vibrating, causing you to wake up. He frowns his face trying to hate the feeling of his chest warming up, he tried to ignored the goosebumps raising on his skin from you breathing hitting his skin.

He looks down and notices your lips, and how soft they were. He looks at almost every freckle that was laying on your face. Your lashes made him swoon, he wanted to caress and kiss every part of your face. He couldn't help it anymore, his chest starts to rumble. He felt better and less tense now that he isn't holding back his purring. Just like he expected, with in a couple of seconds your eyes open and your body freezes up. Your eyes look up at him, and back to his chest. Your hands that were scrunching his shirt up. You quickly let go and start to move away.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble over and over, you were still kind of dazed from just waking up. Hyunjin grabs your wrist so you don't move too far away.

“It's okay, I think I already love being close to you.” He says smiling a little. Your eyes snapped to his lips and your cheeks instantly burned. “I'm happy. I'm really happy you brought me home with you. So I'm extremely sorry for what I said earlier. I was just upset.” His eyes were staring right into yours. His eyes made everything so much more intense.

“Upset? I didn't mean to make you upset.” You whispers softly. That wasn't your intention, but then again you never took their feelings in for consideration.

“Last night, Jeongin and I talked about this. Not many people know that Hybrid feel certain connections when they meet people, and both of us, our connection is so strong with you. We were excited for our future together, we even agreed not to get jealous of each other. But when you said you wanted friendship, it just really threw us off, it threw me off.” He says lowly. He scooches a little closer as he spoke, one of his hands were now caresses one of your cheeks, your eyes were stuck in his. His face was so serious, but his eyes showed so much.

“You-you wanted more?” You were shocked, have they seen you?

“We both do. You are just so damn…” His eyes trail down, making your face blush so hard. Then his eyes snap back to yours.

“But you can say no. It's all up to you.”

Your mind was going crazy. You were so confused at everything happening in your life. First no one wants you, now two do? It had to be to good to be real.

“Your purring is so loud” you couldn’t help but to say it. It was the thing that woke you up. That's when you noticed his ears again. They stood out against his dark hair, so you didn’t know how you didn’t notice. They went down slightly when you said what you did. His face started to turn slightly red and his eyes darted some place else other than you.

“I’m sorry. I can't really he-.” he started but you quickly stop him. One of your hands shoot up to his chin and tilt his head back up.

“No, it’s cute. Doesn’t it mean you’re happy or something?” You ask in a lower voice. His eyes looked deep into yours making you feel shy once again.

“Yea, something like that.” he says softly back. You didn’t know what to do or say to not make it as awkward as you envisioned it.

“When we met, you said I could touch your ears, and i know it might sound weird...but they are so pretty..” you were mumbling, you knew you were. You had troubles with thinking before speaking.

“Please touch them, you never have to ask.” he says in a low voice but quickly.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna inva-.” he cuts you off by grabbing your hand and bringing them up to them. The first touch had your hand moving by itself. He was softer than he looked. you touched the darker tip of them. You were so mesmerized by them that you didn’t notice Hyunjin looking right at you, mesmerized by your face.

You slowly moved your hand down, dragging your nails in multiple different ways. As you got closer to the base you noticed how his breathing picked up and his purring was more interrupted. Was the base the sweet point? You decided to switch back and forth from ear to ear, softly playing with them. It made him whine out that you were no longer going lower than just the tip.

His whine made your insides melt, you gave him what he wanted almost instantly and started to run and scratch the base, and it was like he jumped. He didn’t expect you to just suddenly go, and that caused him to move his head into your chest making you freeze up a little. After a second you moved a little to lay on your back and you brought both hands up to each hair and that cause him to huff out and lay on top of you, his head still buried into your chest.

His movements were sudden, and you didn’t know how to feel. You knew he could feel you under him and that made you blush like crazy. You continued to rub his ears so he didn’t notice your weirdness going on in your head. You tilted your head a little to try and look at his face. You couldn’t believe he was real.

Your heart started beating even faster in your chest when you see that his eyes were closed. Could he hear it? His lips were sticking out slightly and you suddenly really wanted to touch them. Did they feel as soft and cloud like as they looked?

Then it hits you again, he wants more than friendship, he wants you. This god like creature wanted you?

Fuck, that scared you, you hated getting close just for them to stab you in the back, and break your heart. You knew you pushed people away. But maybe they were different. But then again you always thought that.

“Hmm, I promise Jeongin and I will earn your trust. We won't hurt you, Noona.” He whispers the last word as you scratched a little harder on accident, he seemed to like, so you weren't too worried about hurting him.

That damn word. You didn't know why it made you feel special, it made little butterflies flutter all around in your stomach. The way it just slides off of their tongue…

You've noticed how fast your thoughts went dirty recently. It made you slightly uncomfortable, only because you couldn't help it. You didn't know if you hid it well, or it was in plain sight.

You felt his fingers dig into your side a little which made you freeze a little.

“I have to use the restroom.” You mumble, and pause your fingers and remove them from his hair. When he peels himself off of you, you shivered a little from the cool air that was around you. You didn't realize how much heat he was giving off. You quickly went into your bathroom and you shut your door behind yourself. You quickly use the bathroom, and you freshen up a little.

But you suddenly felt really weird. You met them all done up, and you were scared that when they see you...then you realized that the whole little moment you had with Hyunjin, you were exposed. No makeup, no perfect posture.

Fuck. Your mind starts spiraling outward.

Did he notice? Did he care? Why should you even care? You can't help the thoughts...did they take pity on you? Did they know about your past love life? Did they notice your insecurities?

You quickly got out not wanting to keep them waiting. You quickly got dressed for the day in some loose light blue jeans with a black leather belt. You grabbed a white turtleneck and a pale yellow tshirt to go over with, with the word ‘live’ written across the bust. Your hair was now curly so you just throw it up in a messy bun. You quickly do a little makeup to make yourself feel a little better and you leave out of your room.

You went into the living room, and the kitchen but couldn't find them. You went to their room you gave them and knocked on the door. Within a couple of seconds the door opens and Jeongin pops out. He looked as if he wanted to say something but he freezes and his eyes widen.

“Noona. How did you manage to look so good in such little time?” He asks looking at you up and down. Before you say anything the door behind you opens.

“I don't know what's better, this or the no makeup and PJ look.” Hyunjin voices comes out deep behind you. You felt your cheeks heat up almost instantly.

“Definitely this.” You laugh it off a little and your eyes snap down. You quickly clear your throat. And look back up and change the subject.

“So, I'm actually really unprepared for this.” You say sighing. “I didn't want to go to the shelter with a certain hybrid in mind, I hate getting my hopes up. So I wasn't sure if I should get fem, or masculine clothes. So that's what I am doing today. Buying you both clothes, because well I don't think you want to wear these sweats anymore.” You laugh a little. Your heart pounding in your chest.

You don't see, but Jeongin and Hyunjin looked from you to each other and smiled really big. They felt their heart start to beat faster, making their bodies get a little hotter and their tails start to flick.

“But I also didn't realize how intense your diets were, so I hav-”

“You don't have to follow that. In fact can we not? We are part human.” Hyunjin asks. He hated how strict the shelter was. He understood eating healthy was perfect training for a future lover, but damn. “Fish is nice though.” He licks his lips. You laugh a little when his eyes sparkle. You could tell he was trying to make you laugh. It was so cute.

“Do you like sushi?” You ask, it sure sounded good.

“You’ll let us have sushi?” Jeongin bursts out with wide eyes.

“Well yea why not?”

“We had it once. Well the cats did. But they found out everyone likes all kind of sushi. Good sushi isn’t cheap. So we never had it again.” Hyunjin laughs a little. You felt yourself feel hypnotized as he was explaining and he shakes his head almost naturally and his hair moves out of his eyes, and as soon as it did his eyes goes right to yours. His monolids making the stare so much more fierce. You couldn't help but to look somewhere else, making him sigh.

“Well, if you guys come with me, it would be much easier to get clothes, plus ill order sushi later.” You give them a small smile, trying to convince them.

“Why wouldn't we go with you?” Jeongin asks confused. You looked up at him and his looked almost surprised. “Is it the hybrid part? It's okay if you are used to it.”

“What? No, no. It's just your clothes now, and I don't know…” You didn't know what to say really. You couldn't say that you were embarrassed of yourself. What would people think what they see two beautiful men on either side of you, you this walking tragedy. You sighed.

“Lets go, so we can get this over with.” You say trying to look happy. You hated feeling like this. You should feel wonderful right now, but yet all these thoughts. You turned around to walk towards the front door where all of your jackets and winter were was in a closet.

You got two feet away when a pair of hands grab both of your arms and pull you into a hard chest. You looked down and almost instantly recognize the large soft hands as Jeongins.

“It's okay.” He says softly in you right ear. He lays his head into the right side of your neck from behind. His body was giving off waves of heat it felt like, it made your body turn to a puddle. But you weren’t sweating. Your cheeks were burning, where his arms were around your body, burned.

A good burn. A burn that you need.

Your heart almost gave out when Hyunjin came around in front and instantly brought his larger more manly looking hands around your waist lower and more towards your hips, his head in the left side of your neck. You were so confused right now. You weren’t sure what the sudden affection was for. You didn't know what to do, what to think. You were so tense and stiff.

|| As hybrids they have a couple more senses then the normal human five. They can't ‘feel’ emotions, but they can sense them. In fact certain emotions, they will feel as well. When the human is happy, they will feel happy and giddy. When the human is sad then the hybrid will feel a heavy presence on them. Each emotion has a different reaction depending on the human and the hybrid. ||

Later that night, the three of your sat around the coffee table with chopsticks in your hands eating away. A movie played on the screen in front of you and you felt content. Their closet was full of clothes that they picked out, and shoes aligned with it.

They said they didn't need two mattresses and would rather have more room and one bed.

You couldn't help but to keep thinking about what Hyunjin said earlier. You had been wanting to talk to them all day about this.

When the movie was done, you turned the tv off and cleared your throat catching their attention.

“Um… I wanted to talk, to clear things up. Ya know hear your opinion.” You say softly.

“Finally. I've been waiting for this talk Noona.” Jeongin says smiling and he shifts his body a little to face you.

“You have?” Your eyes widened a little.

“Yea. I've realized that you like things just out there, because your mind runs when you aren't sure. So i'm ready to tell you want I want from you and I want you to tell me what you want from me, from us.” His voice was soft and serious. You felt yourself freeze up a little with they both grab your hand. They were so soft and so welcoming.

“Well...uhm. What do you want from me? I'm up for anything.” You say the last part more softly. You keep trying to look at them in their face. But their gaze was too much for you. Your words were honest. You’d be will to try anything. But that doesn't mean you weren't scared. Fuck, your mind just kept going on and on. You keep picturing their faces twisted in disgust when they see what’s under the clothing. “At any point, if you don't like anything...Just tell me, I’ll back away. You won't hurt me. I just don't want you to hide anything-” You were startled when Hyunjin pulled his hand away from you. You eyes were glued on him and his eyes were stuck on you. He moved in front of the table and pulled it away from you and Jeongin.

You wanted to ask him what in the world he was doing. But Jeongin pulls himself onto his knees, his hands still in yours and he puts either knee on both side of your legs. Your eyes were crazy wide and you look up to his face as he looks down at you.

“Jeongin…” You whisper out. Your heart was beating so fast, your mind was fuzzy. His body sat upon yours. He looks so small right in front of you, so good and delicious looking.

His free hand comes up and touches your cheek. His hand was so warm.

“I can almost sense it. Deep down…” His hand trails from your cheek down a little, around your neck slightly. “All of the men who hurt you, hid you away.” He mumbles. Your body was tingling slightly. The only thing on your mind was Jeongin. Both of his hands go down and grab your hands, he brings then up and makes you grab onto his waist.

“I know you want to…” he whispers into your ear. His mouth was grazing around it, letting his soft breath hit your skin. You felt goosebumps rise on every part of your skin. “Come on, push me down Noona...make me yours.” Your body was burning...your mind was blurry. Your hands were squeezing him, pulling him closer.

He was so beautiful and you couldn't tell him no. He wasn't making you feel useless, he made you feel like you were the one in control. He was yours.. He is yours…

You pushed him down with one thing on his mind. You switched positions with him, you now straddling his lap. You drag your hands up his body and around his face. He sits up a little from his lying position.

You brought his face closer to yours. His breathing was rugged. His eyes never left yours.

“Baby…” You mumble against his lips. His body reacted just how you thought, just how you hoped, just the way you always imagined someone under you. His body trembled a little and his mouth parts and a little airy whine comes out. It made you smirk just a little bit.

“B-baby...I like it. Call me it again.” He mumbles, you felt his hips move a little and that's when you noticed his lower area, hard. “Please.” Your tongue sticks out and lick his bottom lip a little.

“Baby...you’re mine?” You ask, your hips start to rock against him a little to get him going a little more. The elbow he was leaning on, It looked like his arm gave out, the one that was supporting him.

“I'm yours. I'm definitely yours. We both are. Please kiss me...please.” He begs, he looks so fucked out, so good. You had to give it to him, he begged without being asked, it made you tingle down below.

Finally you leaned forward to kiss him, and when he seen that you were leaning in, he meets you halfway. He got impatient and later you’d have to tell him that that wasn't allowed, but you couldn't stop a moan from escaping your throat. Your hands went through his hair so perfectly, it was so soft, and light. Your fingers played with his ears, making him moan and groan underneath you.

You wanted to continue and go farther down but you were stopped from a little whine coming from next to you. Your lips left Jeongin’s and your eyes were met with slightly glowing ones. The way he was looking at you, this eyes were low and dark, except for the slight golden glow. You didn't know what to call him, his nickname for you. The key thing to trigger a perfect response. Was he even like Jeongin, would he confuse your moves as ‘cute’, instead of hot and sexy.

“Hyunnie…” The nickname fell from your lips, not really sure about the name. But he seemed to love it, he bites on his bottom lip a little to try and keep in his slight whine, but it came out to fast, it was muffled, but it was enough for you. “Do you feel left out?” You ask softly. You kept your eyes on him as you crawled off of Jeongin to sit on your knees a couple of feet away from Hyunjin.

He was sitting on his butt, his legs sprawled out in from of him. He bends them as if he was going to come over to you, but he hesitates. He eyes look over to Jeongin, who’s hair was all messy, and his cheeks were still slightly pink. Then he looks over to you again. You look at him in wonder, you wondered what will make him tick, make him stop overthinking and just do.

You understood that he wants to do something, but his nervousness was getting to him.

“Is it true Hyunnie? Are you mine?” You ask, you start to crawl to him a little. Right until you were right in front of him, but you don't touch him. You were still on your knees, so he had to look up at you a little.

You hoped he would hurry and do something so you could move from this position. Your knees were killing you.

When he nods his head, you smile a little.

“Then why the hesitation?” You ask.

“Because I'm not sure if you want to love on, or want to be loved on” He answered with no hesitation at all, which surprised you, but not as much as his actual answer did. Your heart was already racing but now…

“What do you want to do?” You whispered.

“Both.”

It was such a simple word, but it did so much to you. You raise a hand and grazed it against his jaw, luring him closer. Slowly, he gets into a kneeling position as well, his eyes glued to yours. He starts to lean down slowly, his eyes trail down to your lips. He locks his target and starts to close his eyes. He was moments away when there was a sudden knock at the door.

When your eyes left him and looked behind him at the door, his chest rumbles out with a growl.

“Shh,” You say caressing his face softly, wanting him to keep calm. His hand comes up over yours, and his eyes were on you again, he looked down at your lips. He started to lean in wanting to capture your lips finally. But you back away from him wanting to open the door. You smile at his little pout and get up.

You go to the door and open it up. You were surprised to see your old friend TaeYong at the door. As soon as you opened it, his smile hit you and his arms were open ready to take you into a hug.

“YN! I've missed you.” He whispers and enters your home. You were highly confused and you quickly shut your door.

TaeYong was a guy that was truly special to your heart. Years ago, he was once your best friend and he stole your heart. In fact he stole it and left the country for school. He never knew you loved him at one point. But that doesn't stop your shockness when he enters.

“You have hybrids?” He asks entering the living room and sees them sitting on the couch.

“I-uh, yes. Just recently. When did you come back?” You ask confused still. You reach up and try to fix your hair, in case it looked strange.

“A couple of days ago, I'm staying with my sister now. What are their names?” He asks practically hounding over them.

“Jeongin, and Hyunjin.” You say slowly, you watched as Tae reaches up to touch Hyunjins ears when he hisses at him making him jump back.

“Ohh, Hes feisty.” He says laughing a little.

“Uh, I don't think he likes strangers.” You say walking between them.

“Right right. Well my parents are throwing a party tomorrow. And you know them, finger sandwiches and tea. Make sure you were a skirt or something.” He says walking towards the door.

“Wait what?”

“Remember when my mother would just throw random themed parties? Well this one, girls are required to wear skirts and boys are to where some type of dress attire. Please come?” He says clasping his hands together.

“I, I have to talk to them first. But text me the address and we might show up.” You say smiling. You felt a hand grab yours pulling you gently, making you back up slightly. You could feel the tension thickening. You weren’t sure how they would react around others, and so far you were going to go crazy yourself

“Okay! I really hope you can come, it will be just like old times.” He smiles hugly and he leaves out of the door. As soon as the coast was clear, the hand that grabbed you, yanks you down and you land in Hyunjins lap. His face a twisted in a frown as he leans down and quickly captures your lips in his. Everything happened so fast, so it took a moment for you to process.

Your head was in one of his hands and his other hand laid on your waist. His lips were soft and cloud like, they were warm and rushed against yours.

But just as quickly as he there, he pulls away, letting you slid off his lap and onto the floor, shook as fuck.

“I don't want to go tomorrow.” Jeongin says from behind you. You look up at him.

“You don't have to.” You say smiling and nodding, but he just frowns again.

“I don't want you to go either. I-I don't…” His frown soon goes away and his cheeks turn red. You felt on alert, confused to his change in emotion. You lean up, tilting your head a little.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. He sat on the couch, you were on your knees leaning into him. Hyunjin comes and lays his head down on Jeongins lap.

“I don't want us to go either. I don't like him.” Hyunjins words come out softly.

“It's okay, we won't. What will we do instead?” You ask, your hands come up and start to play in Hyunjins hair.

“I don't care, as long as you're there.” Jeongin says smiling. He grabs on of your hands lacing his fingers through yours. Hyunjin grabs your other hand, the one that was in his hair and laces his fingers through yours as well.

You remember reading somewhere that a Hybrid won't get overly possessive and protective until you've mated with them, or in human language, have sex with them. When you do, it's like they claim your whole body as theirs. But that's the extreme, the more you do the more they love you and become attached. You made the slight mistake by kissing them. It wasn't a whole mistake because you loved kissing them already, it's just, if you knew it would change how they acted so much you would've waited.

The next day, you woke up before them. You told them to sleep in the other room just to be safe, you didn't know what would happen if they slept in the same bed after you kissed. You might’ve been overdoing it, but you didn't know how they would act.

You opened your bedroom door, only to let in two bodies. You could tell they were leaning against your door. When their bodies fell over, their eyes popped open and they looked at you. You squatted down to their level.

“What are you two doing?” You say smiling a little and looking between them. They were both looking at you so deeply. Jeongin was the first to speak up.

“It's hard to sleep in that room.” he smiles showing off his shiny braces. You reach up and smooth out his messy hair, causing him to lean into your touch.

“Only because you aren't in it.” Hyunjins soft voice follows, he grabs your other hand. It was so strange to you, as you looked between them both, their eyes never left yours, their smiles were stuck, even though they were sleeping on the floor outside of your room.

“How long were you out here for?” You ask worried that they were out here all night.

“Um, we sat here around 11.” Hyunjin says quiety, trying to think.

“I went to bed around 10, why didn't you just come in?” You ask smiling a little. You stood up and they followed right after making sure your hands was in theirs.

“We didn't want to make you uncomfortable.” Jeongin says squeezing your hand a little.

“It's okay. I would've let you sleep with me if it was hard to sleep.” You started to pull them down the hall and through the living room and into the kitchen. “What are you guys hungry for?” You ask them letting go of their hands and walking to the fridge.

You come to realize that you might have to cook two different meals every time you cook. Which made you already sigh in exhaustion, you needed to teach them how to cook. You weren't sure what to cook for their very first official breakfast. You looked back to them, watching as they were talking between each other. They were sitting across from each other leaving the middle spot open to you, the other spot taken by the table sitting right next the the wall.

It was like they could sense you, at the same time they turned their head and looked at you. You quickly looked away and tried to busy yourself, hopefully to get passed the fact that they caught you looking at them. Your heart raced as you opened the cabinet and took out two packs of ramen. You then got out two pots and one pan. You quickly started to bowl the ramen. In the pan, you cooked some shrimp first and prepared it to eat, then you took it out, cleaned the pan then put a little bit of chopped up beef and started to cook it.

“Wow, it looks so good!” Jeongin voice comes out from beside you. You jumped at his closeness, not even hearing him walk up. You look at him as he looked down at the food that was cooking, you looked over and seen Hyunjin standing on the other side. He was too looking down at the food like it was the best thing he has ever seen.

“Do you guys wanna help?” You ask taking the beef out. “Go grab whatever veggies you want.” You say pointing toward the freezer. You made sure to get pre cut veggies that could be frozen, it will help cut down the cooking time. When they did, you instructed them that they had their own pots and to put however much veggies they wanted, plus their protein. They after they were done, they put in their flavor packs.

As they did that, you got out some more pans and started to cook some rice and scrambled eggs. You seasoned it how you liked.

You told them to go sit down, but they insist on helping until you could sit down as well. So you told Hyunjin to get some bowls and cups. Then you told Jeongin to get the jug of water out of the fridge. You put everything in the bowls and poured the water.

After it was all done, you all sat down and began to eat.

After breakfast, you told them that you were going to go and get ready for the day and that they should too.

You were in your bedroom, looking through your clothes. You weren't sure what to wear, or what you were even going to do today. So you stood up and left your room. As soon as you opened your door to walk out, you didn't get really far. You were frozen in place. Hyunjin walks across from the second bathroom into their shared bathroom. He was towel drying his hair, as another towel hung from his hips. Your mouth went dry as you seen how his upper body was still slightly wet. He wasn't super muscular, but his body sure was carved from the Gods themselves. You couldn't help but to look down, as lines shaped into a v went down. You were hoping he would continue into his bedroom, so you could snap out of it and wait until he was dressed. You felt like your eyes were stuck. As soon as his body disappeared, his head popped back out.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit pale.” He asks stepping back out of his doorway. It's like you don't have control over your own eyes, you look down right away. You couldn't help but to bite your lip a little as you watch his arms as he puts the towel he was drying his hair with around his neck.

Your quickly look up and clear your throat.

“Um...uh...you took a shower so fast?” You ask, your voice cracks a little. You could feel your cheeks starting to burn. Jeongin steps out in some basketball shorts. You wanted to cover your eyes when you realized that he was shirtless too, the towel around his neck covered up a little.

He was so innocent and soft looking as he looked between the both of us with a big smile on his face.

“The cat part of him.” He laughs and pulls the towel off of his neck.

“Yea...I like to do what I have to and get out.” He says quietly, making you look at him. He was looking at your with such a dark stare, it made you feel funny inside. You felt a warmth hit you in the stomach and you weren't sure what it is...but as he stepped forward that spot twisted and turned. You wanted to run and hide, but you also wanted to stare and touch.

“I personally love showers!” He runs off into the bathroom. You wanted to call after him, he felt like a safe haven that you didn't want to leave. Jeongin was the literal light to Hunjin dark and dangerous vibes.

You couldn't handle yourself around either of them yet. With Jeongin you felt like you should be the one taking care of him, so that helps a little with your self control. You would do anything for him, and it's scared you a little because you've only had him for a short period of time. But with Hyunjin, you felt like your knees could give out at any moment. His eyes would look at you so intensely, and you weren't sure what he was thinking, you weren't sure what you could do, or say without ticking him off. You knew he supposedly liked you, but you were scared of saying one thing and he completely changing his mind about you. He felt, they felt too good to be true.

“Yn.” When his name leaves his lips, your eyes catch his. “Follow my finger.” He holds his hand up holding out one finger next to his head. You frowned a little but nodded anyways slightly confused. He then brings it in front his nose. You focus on his fingernail, looking back and forth between his eyes and finger. He then touched the tip of his nose and started to drag down. Your eyes quickly followed.

Your eyes widen a little when the pass over his lips. As he slows a little and just to taunt you dragging at his lips, making them pull down. Flashes of him kissing you days ago flash in your mind, making your want to run away.

His finger then falls to his chin and goes down his neck, it then goes passed his collarbone and down his chest...you refused to look any longer.

“I'm...I still have to take a shower.” You looked at the ground, fight or flight right? You were over trying to fight.

Your hand was almost to the door knob when his hand pulled you back, so it was out of your reach.

“Oh come on… why are you so afraid of me?” His voice was soft, and it had a slight whine towards the end. Your eyes were stuck on the floor too afraid to look up. You felt his hands grab yours holding it for a slight second, he brought your hand up. You think that maybe he was bringing it up to his cheek, something your realize he liked. But instead your felt skin, but hard. You were confused and looked at what he was doing. Your mouth went dry has he pushed your hand downward making your fingers run over the hard divots.

“Hyu-” He cuts you off by stepping forward with one big step and you were suddenly against the wall. Your head was to the side and he stuck his head into your neck. He made sure to keep your hands against his stomach.

“You are the cutest little thing.” He whispers into your neck, causing shivers to run down your spine. “I'm not even doing anything and yet you are almost red as a tomato.” His tongue sticks out, licking a strip up your neck. You gasped out, not expecting his warm muscle to be on you. Your hands shot up to his arms to push him away. If you weren't leaning against the wall, your knees would've buckled beneath you. It was the need to get away from future embarrassment keeping you up.

“I'm sorry. You just smell so good. I don't ever want to leave this spot.” He buries his face deeping into your neck, and he raises your arms to hook around his neck, then he pulls you in closer.

“Hyunjin-” Your voice came out as a whine, surprising not only yourself but Hyunjin as well. A little growl erupts through him and he starts to kiss all over your neck, getting more and more rough. His hands traveled up, making sure you couldn't get away, and he started to leaves marks all over your neck.

He felt drugged, but in a good way. He was floating on clouds and your scent invaded his nostrils. His hands were grabbing at every possible part he could. One of his hands soon went under your shirt and shooting straight up your back. His lips started to make their way towards yours. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and he was nibbling below your jaw bone.

“Fuuckk.” You moan out, the pleasure all shooting straight down. As soon as his ears were blessed with your sounds, his lips were on yours without anymore hesitation. You didn't waste any time kissing him back either. His hand clawed down your back and both of his hands met at your waist and he pulled you up, making your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

You instantly pulled away wanting to be let back down.

“Shh…” He shushes you and he kisses you again. But this kiss was slightly different, he embraced you so deeply that you completely forgot that he was holding against the wall. Your stomach and mind was going extremely crazy, at the fact that you've always wanted to be held against the wall, and now he was. So effortlessly.

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Unbreakable walls >> Suga, You

Because I felt like breaking a heart it is okay if you didn't like it. I just broke my heart writing this. mission accomplished.

“What do you want? What more do you have to say?”

Storming into your room, you were welcomed by his back facing you as he sat on the edge of your bed.

Your worst enemy and the one you could not seem to forget about was inside your room. Probably to spat more hurtful words to you and push you away like he always did.

However, knowing what he had been going through lately, part of you were relieved to see him in one piece.

Turning slowly, Yoongi looked at you and you almost gasped all the air in this room.

The sight in front of you was both unbelievable and unbearable to watch. It broke every piece in your heart. A feeling you never thought you would experience.

It felt like someone had snatched your heart from the inside of your chest and leave it out to dry. You have never seen him in a situation like this before.

With tears in his eyes, messy hair and black shadows under his eyes, he just stared at you soullessly as if the whole world had turned against him and left him to die.

Running to his side, without a word you engulfed him in your arms, and he clenched into you like a baby. You knew better than to get closer. Nevertheless, you just couldn't help it. You loved that man no matter how badly he had been to you and it was killing you see him in a situation like this.

"I am so sorry., Yoongi" You whispered as you closed your grip around him. A teardrop fell into your arm, telling you that he was still crying.

Despite all the rumors revolving around him, and the press not letting him breathe, Yoongi had shown nothing but a strength. However, someone sooner or later would break down with all the pressure. And his best friend's death was the breaking weight.

"Yoongi, it is okay." You said as you kissed the side of his forehead. "I am with you now. I will never go away." You whispered assuring words into his ears.

You knew how much Jungkook meant to him. You saw him as the bright side of Yoongi's life and now that he was gone, you feared the man Yoongi would turn into.

He hid his face into your chest and sobbed his heart out. Helplessly, you just sat there by his side. With him in your arms, crying his heart out.

You wished you could do more for him, get him out of his grieve. However, a part of you was glad that he was letting out his grieve. He was silent the whole time since he heard the news, refusing to see anyone and push everyone away from him.

A few minutes passed, with Yoongi still in your arms. He was fast asleep by now, but you couldn’t sleep. You studied his face, his features.

At that moment, you just realized how much this man meant to you. You wanted to take his pain away, but it was out of your hands.

A tear dropped from the corner of your eyes and fell into your pillow. He had been hiding his grieve for too long.

Caressing his cheeks softly, afraid that he would wake up again. “I love you, Yoongi.”

Now that you said it out loud, your heart exploded with the fire of acknowledgment. “I am glad you are here. Please, don’t leave again.”

You sniffed before holding his hand and closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep with him next to you.

Little did you knew, that he was awake the whole time. Opening his eyes, he looked at the girl he always found himself running to when things got hard.

Even though he may disagree with you a lot and there was a lot of competition between you both, he couldn’t deny that you meant a lot of him.

Watching tears still staining your cheeks, he sighed as he wiped them away. This silly girl. He smiled a little bit as he thought. I am sorry. He gave your hand a squeeze before sliding out of your bed, carefully that you will not wake up.

It was no good for him and you, if you wake up and he was still there. Now that he knew how you felt about him, he believed that he should go.

The next morning when you woke up and there was no one next to you but empty crunched bedsheet.

Yoongi wasn’t there.

He had already left.

Your heart shattered inside your chest. Worried, you reached for your phone and called him, but he wouldn’t pick up your calls.

Frowning, you called Jimin who picked up on the second ring. “Noona.” His voice was high as if he was surprised that you called him.

“Jimin, hey. Have you seen Yoongi?” You asked, as your mind worked for possibilities of him not being with him. Where had he gone? Why will not he return your calls? “He was with me last night and he was in a really bad condition. I am worried.”

“Yoongi Hyung.” Jimin sighed, “No one had seen him since that day.”

“Really? That’s bad.” You gulped. “Do you know any place where we can find him?”

“Just give him some time, Noona. We all need some time to adjust to what happened. Yoongi Hyung will come back I am sure of that.”

“Yeah, right. Sorry, Jimin for calling, you just… I know how sad you are guys but Yoongi just much worse than that.”

The memory of him crying was still fresh.

“Don’t worry, Noona. He will appear again.”

After you ended the call with Jimin you couldn’t just stay still without doing anything. Changing your clothes quickly, you took your car keys and went everywhere you could think of.

His studio. His apartment. The rooftop, even though it was a wild guess that made you stop for a second.

Gladly he wasn’t even there…

The last place you could think of was Jungkook’s.

Running upstairs to the penthouse where Jungkook used to live with Yoongi before moving out, you knocked on the door many times. But no one answered. You had no other choice but to use the password that Jungkook gave you one day.

The door opened and you rushed inside. As you thought, here he was. Standing in front of a giant wall of glass, looking at the city beneath. His back was facing you. It made you wonder when will Yoongi ever face you. Since you knew him, all you could remember was his back.

“Yoongi.” You called as you approached him slowly.

“You found me.” He said, his head tilted downward, still not facing you. “You are always good at finding me. Why couldn’t I be like you? Why couldn’t I find him before…?”

He stopped and you saw him run a hand through his face as he sniffed. “Do you think he liked the view from up there?”

“I am sure he did.” You said, softly. “Yoongi, it is not your fault. You can’t just blame yourself like this.”

“Why are you here, Y/N?” Yoongi finally turned around to face you.

“I am here to find you. I can’t just leave you alone.”

“I don’t need you, Y/N.” Yoongi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You can go. Leave. I want to be alone.”

“Yoongi.” You inhaled sharply, knew he didn’t mean any of this. But his next words were as selfish and as cold as you remembered him to always be.

“Why are you so clingy? You aren’t my girlfriend. You are nothing to me, Y/N. Just leave me. I don’t want to see you again.” Yoongi spat the words like a bullet in your heart. “Bravo, you found me. But now what? What is next? I don’t need your pity, Y/N.”

“Pity?” You echoed. A huge lump formed at the back of your throat. “Is that what you see me as?”

“I see you nothing but an annoying interruption in my life.” He said as he turned to face the sparkling city beneath. “I wish we never crossed path.”

“Fine, Yoongi.” You spat as a tear dropped from your eyes. “Keep pushing all the people who care about you and you will be forever alone.”

“You care about me?” You saw his shoulder shook as if he laughed. “I don’t need anyone in my life anyway. Not anymore.”

Not wanting to get hurt anymore, you just turned around and walked through the door you came in from. He always pushed you away. No matter how many times you showed him you care, that you were only waiting for him to care as well, he never did. He just kept pushing you further and further away.

As the door closed behind you, Yoongi fell on the ground. A burst of laughter raised inside his chest, followed by a scream. He just let go of you just like this after he heard the words, he had always wanted to hear from you.

But getting closer to someone now meant it would hurt later when you lose that person. And Yoongi wasn’t ready to lose someone who meant a lot to him again.

“Hyung.” Yoongi’s eyes widened as he looked beside him. Jungkook was there, sitting with a smile on his face. “Why are you so sad? Did you fight again with Y/N Noona?”

“Yes,” Yoongi replied, tears blurring his vision. “She keeps saying what she wants without thing of the consequences.”

“But you love her. Just say it to her.” Jungkook’s smile was as bright as ever, making Yoongi wonder how he messed up so badly and made him lose that smile.

“Brat, why didn’t you tell me?” Yoongi cried. “I would have helped.”

“I called you, Hyung.” Jungkook’s smile disappeared. “But you didn’t reply. You were with Y/N, fighting, again. It is your fault.”

Yoongi turned his head away as he whispered, “I know. But…” He looked up again, but Jungkook wasn’t there.

Well, dead people do not come to life. And Jungkook was for good.

“Why couldn’t you wait, brat?”

It had been weeks since the last time you saw Yoongi. He hadn’t come back to work and stopped seeing his members. However, they heard from him from time to time. Making sure that he was alive at least.

As a songwriter and a producer, you had a studio of your own that was right next to Yoongi’s. That was how you kept crashing into each other’s work a lot. Fighting over some songs and arrangements.

Now looking at the empty room beside yours, you just missed having him around. You missed his teases and you missed his sarcasm.

“Are you going to keep staring at my door?”

You jumped in your place surprised. Turning around, he was there. Taller than you by a few inches, a small smile, more like a smirk, drawn over his lips.

“You are here.” You cleared your throat, your eyebrow met in a frown.

“And you don’t seem to be happy about that.” Yoongi shrugged as he gestured for you to move away. “Now if you can excuse me, I need to get inside.”

“Oh, sure.” You moved aside, as you looked at him. Started at him for too long that he noticed your gaze like a weight on his skin.

“What?” He turned around to face you. “Say it. What do you want?”

“I am just glad you are in one piece.” You said, honestly. “Welcome back, Yoongi. Now excuse me. I need to disappear from your sight.” You chuckled, trying to make it a joke. But both of you knew better than to think of it as a joke. “I am just glad you are back. Bye.”

Turning around to leave, a hand reached your elbow, pulling you back again, stopping you. “I am sorry. I said things…”

“You just said the truth, Yoongi.” You smiled, but it was crocked and fake. “It is okay. At least you were honest with me. I don’t have to keep feelings for you or anything, right?”

Yoongi cleared his throat as let go of your elbow. “Yeah, right.”

You half smiled, stumbled a little bit on your feet as you walked to your studio. However, before you could open the door, his next words stopped you.

“Can we at least have dinner together tonight?” Yoongi asked and you looked at him, blinking. “Please.”

“I have a date tonight.” You said as you cleared your throat.

“A date?”

“Yeah, I am dating Jimin.” You half smiled and Yoongi’s face turned as white as a paper sheet. “I can’t cancel on him now. Let’s make it another time. Or never. You hate my company anyway.” When you noticed that you were blabbing nonsense, you frowned, shaking your head. “Never mind, Yoongi. Just forget it.”

Watching you disappear into your studio, Yoongi knew one thing for sure.

That he had screwed up everything.

Again.

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If I Never Met You: Chapter 31

(??? X Reader) Idol!AU, Manager!Reader

Genre: (PG13) Fluff, some angst

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Series Masterlist

Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32

Taehyung tapped on your shoulder to get your attention, and you took out my earbud to hear him.

“Noona, aren’t you sleepy?” he asked.

You chuckled, knowing exactly why he was asking. “You just want me to lean on your shoulder to sleep.”

He feigned innocence. “What? No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He crossed his arms, facing forward. “I just want to make sure our precious manager is getting enough rest.

“Uh huh,” you replied sarcastically, smiling. He looked at you out of the corner of his eyes. “Why don’t you get some rest, though?” you suggested. “You all definitely need it.”

He didn’t respond, but his eyes were already drooping from exhaustion.

You put my earbud back in and resumed listening to BTS’ new album that would be getting released soon. The album, titled Dark & Wild was finished during your time in LA and was even recorded there as well. You haven’t been back to Korea pretty much at all, except for in between flights. You’ve been busy as ever, flying all over the place and constantly on the move with things to do.

You were excited for the next comeback, though. You felt like the music was starting to become more of their own more unique flavor and you found myself liking this album very easily compared to the others. Not to mention, it was their first full-length album and the boys seem really excited to release it.

A few songs in, you felt a weight on your left shoulder. You smiled when you turned to see Taehyung fast asleep, his head having fallen to rest on you. On your other side, Jungkook was also very passed out against the window. Seeing the boys resting so well made you realize just how tired you were as well, just as worn out from all the traveling and jam-packed schedules. It wasn’t long before you found yourself relaxing to the song Rain and succumbing to sleep as well.

“It feels like we just left Los Angeles and we’re already back,” Hobi said as you waited behind the stage for their interview to start.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “But we’re only here for a couple days for K-Con, then we get to go back home. No more international travelling for a little while.”

Jungkook looked at you curiously. “Did you just say ‘home’?”

“Um, yeah?” you responded, confused. “Is there something wrong with that?”

“No,” he replied. “It’s just… you consider Korea home? Not where you grew up?”

You took a moment to think of your answer. “Well… My hometown will always be a home to me, but I’ve been living in Korea for about two years now. My life, my job, and some of the most important people to me are there. So yeah. It’s my home.”

Jin sniffled, faking tears. “That’s so sweet. I feel so touched, Y/n. I knew you loved me.”

You rolled my eyes at Jin’s dramatics. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

One of the convention staff came to tell you that they were ready for them to go, and as they walked toward the stage, Jin turned around to stick out his tongue at you.

There were actually quite a lot of fans gathered outside to watch the interview, and hearing the cheers for your boys made you swell with pride. Yeah this convention was for K-pop fans, but they were still new, barely a year since their debut so seeing that there were this many people here to see them was really wonderful.

The interview went well, Namjoon being asked to freestyle rap in English (which ended up making you laugh), and a fan was even brought up on the stage for him to rap about her as well. Her bias was V and when the hosts encouraged them to give her a hug before she left she looked so shy, it warmed your heart to see how happy it made her.

The whole convention went really well, the boys being amazed and thankful over and over again for how many fans had come wanting to see them. The concert where they got to perform a few of their songs was the first time they were performing in the US, and they couldn’t contain their excitement over it.

After the convention was over you flew back to Korea, finally able to settle and not worry about when the next plane you would board would be. Sejin drove you home from the airport.

"Well, that didn't take very long," Namjoon said, diverting your attention to the back of the van.

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

"Your bracelet," he elaborated. "Fans noticed it during the convention. One of them took some pictures, and they deciphered the letters. Now its spreading around the fandom that you have a bracelet with our names on it."

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" Jungkook asked.

"Well, they're squealing over it, so I'd say it's a good thing," Hoseok added. "I was just looking at the tweets, and they're saying how cute it is, that we must be good friends and she loves us, stuff like that."

Jin, who started investigating on his own phone once Namjoon mentioned it, suddenly laughed. "Oh my. This one fan is insisting that the letters for Jimin look larger than the rest, so that means he's extra special to her. They're saying it confirms you guys are dating."

"Oh my gosh, Jin," you said. "How many times have I told you to ignore that profile that my shippers hoard to?"

"And how am I supposed to do that?" he asked. "It's hilarious, I can't give this up."

Jimin looked at you, raising his eyebrows suggestively while smirking. "So, we're dating now, noona?"

"I guess so," you responded. "The fan has spoken, how dare we disappoint?"

“I still can’t get over the fact that there’s a whole community in our fandom who ship you with us,” Jungkook said.

“After hyung showed me some of those tweets, it took me a whole hour to stop laughing,” Taehyung added. “It’s so hilarious what people come up with.”

“I’m going to start showing you the theory videos about your guys’ ships,” you said. “You should see how adamant the Taekook and Jikook shippers are, my gosh.”

“The what?” Sejin asked from the driver’s seat.

“The fans who ship the members together,” you elaborated. “Taekook is Taehyung and Jungkook, and Jikook is Jimin and Jungkook. The fans who ship either of those pairings tend to be super into it. It’s crazy and hilarious.”

“Since when are you looking up our ships?” Yoongi asked.

“Since Jin has been making fun of me every day for the fans shipping me with you guys,” you said. “And by the way Jin, let me tell you how many fans ship you and Namjoon together.”

The two looked at each other, Namjoon raising his eyebrows. “Seriously?” the leader asked.

“Yup,” you replied. “They call you the dad and Jin the mom of the group.”

Jin scoffed. “I am not the mom.”

“Yeah, Jin isn’t our mom,” Hobi said. “If anything, our parents are our managers.”

You opened my mouth, about to protest. But you thought about it for a moment. “You know what? That’s actually fair.”

Sejin laughed as the banter started to die out, leaving way for the jet lag-induced exhaustion to kick in.

After arriving home, you were all about ready to just crash. You didn’t have to worry about work until tomorrow, and the boys thankfully wouldn’t have practice until then either. It was time to get some much-needed rest. But you couldn’t yet. There was something you needed to make sure to do first.

As soon as you closed your apartment door, you called a local restaurant that delivered and ordered enough food for everyone. You figured after being away from home so frequently for the past two months, they would really appreciate some authentic Korean food, and you were sure to order as many of their favorite dishes as you could.

You busied yourself with unpacking your suitcase to keep from falling asleep while you waited for the food to arrive. That and if you didn’t do it now, you would probably let it sit there for another month before bothering with it.

It didn’t take too long to arrive thankfully, and once it did you crossed the hall. You took the liberty of using your key to unlock the door and let yourself in, unsure if any of them would be awake. To your surprise most of them were sitting in the living room.

Namjoon looked up from his phone. “Noona? What brings you here?”

“What?” you asked, feigning offense. “I can’t come visit my favorite boys just because?”

“That makes you sound more suspicious,” Hobi said, narrowing his eyes at me.

You smiled, chuckling lightly. “Alright, you caught me. I just wanted to treat you guys for working so well lately. It’s been so exhausting and you deserve something nice, don’t you think?”

Seokjin rushed over and took one of the bags from my hands, looking inside. “Oh my gosh, it’s Korean food. Thank the heavens.”

Most of the others’ faces lit up right away, suddenly excited for your gift. “You’re welcome,” you said, sitting down next to Jimin.

“I’d better go wake up Taehyung and Jungkook,” Yoongi said as he stood up. “They won’t shut up about it if they don’t get to eat some of this.”

The remaining boys helped you take out all the bowls of food and distribute them around the table. It didn’t take long for the two youngest to trail their hyung out of the bedroom, rubbing the sleep away from their eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes instantly landed on his favorite dish and he nearly jumped toward the table to sit in front of it. “Wow, noona!” he said. “You got so much food!”

“Of course, you guys deserve it.” You smiled, distributing bowls of rice to everyone and taking extra care to set all the dishes you knew Jimin liked best in front of him.

It didn’t take long for everyone to settle in and start devouring the meal, many of them expressing gratitude at being able to indulge in their native food. However Jimin remained quiet, not having spoken a word since you first entered their dorm. As you ate, you kept gently placing more food in Jimin’s bowl to encourage him to eat more.

There was no communication needed, you both knew why you were paying special attention to him. You kept it as subtle as possible, hoping everyone else’s hunger and excitement over the meal would keep your quiet interactions from being commented on. Jimin did periodically turn his head just slightly to look at me, and you responded by resting a hand on his back. The last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable, and you wanted to make sure he knew that your actions were based on nothing but care.

It took until about half the food was gone for him to finally seem comfortable enough to eat without your incentives, and it brought a smile to your face when he also began to include himself in the conversation shortly after as well.

You had been so busy, you weren’t sure how bad it was or for how long. But eventually you realized, too late for your liking, that Jimin was losing weight again. You felt terrible for not noticing earlier, and you were concerned that if none of the members had been reinforcing his need to take care of himself that he may have thought you no longer cared. Which of course couldn’t have been farther from the truth, but it was easy to imagine things that aren’t there when your mind isn’t in the best place. You could only hope that your efforts today reminded him how much everyone still did care, and always will.

When the dishes were all but licked clean, Seokjin and Namjoon started gathering all the containers to dispose of them and Hoseok got up to retrieve a towel to wipe the table clean.

Yoongi stood up to walk around the table, placing a hand on Jimin’s head while he passed by. “You ate really well, Chim,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”

The flush on his face was the only evidence of Jimin hearing the compliment. He turned to me and you smiled back at him.

“Good job, Jiminie,” you quietly agreed.

“I didn’t do it on my own, though,” he said, looking down to watch his fingers pick at a loose thread on his sweatpants. By now, everyone was sitting around the table again, their attention focused on Jimin.

“You just needed a little encouragement,” you said, brushing back the hair that fell into his face.

“I haven’t been doing good like I should have been,” he quietly admitted.

It was quiet for a beat before the leader took the initiative to speak up. “That’s okay. We know it’s something that you won’t just be able to stop. We’ll do our best to pick you up when you can’t do it yourself.”

“We’re at fault too,” Jungkook mumbled, wringing his hands together in his lap. “We should have paid more attention. I’m sorry, hyung.”

Jimin instantly looked up, shaking his head. “No, Kookie. You guys haven’t done anything wrong. We were busy, I don’t blame anyone for not noticing.”

“We will just keep working on it together,” Yoongi supported.

Jimin wrapped his arms around you and tucked his head into the crook of your neck. “Thank you,” he mumbled.

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