#idol!hoseok

[bngtanah]

All I’ve Ever Known | [prologue]

pairing: idol!hoseok x backup dancer!oc genre: tragedy; romance; angst; pregnancy rating: mature | explicit word count: 3k summary:  Ari and Hoseok are star-crossed lovers. With a love that burns so intensely they are constantly on the brink of combusting. After years of dating, marriage and a litany of unresolved fights and arguments the pair are on their final attempt to fix the broken pieces of their marriage. What happens when an unexpected surprise threaten to bring them closer than ever before or drive them apart for good?

warnings:  This story will contain adult themes beyond just smut (though, there will be quite a lot of that unfortunately lol). This story will tackle topics like loss, emotional abuse, mentions of suicide, divorce, miscarriage, spousal abuse, mental illness and codependency. If any of that is triggering for you, I’d suggest you skip this one. I will of course label each chapter with its own unique warnings.

Ari’s eyebrows were stitched together in an unforgiving glare, fists clenched so tightly her knuckles were nearly turning white and her lips were pursed together in such a thin line they nearly disappeared all together on her face. “You know exactly what I want from you!” She yelled again, the stoic stare Hoseok gave her in return only making her more angry. Although there was no possible way he could know why she was so upset, Ari was never quite good at explaining herself and she honestly didn’t understand why she got so angry with him sometimes; she just did.

This time didn’t start out any differently than the others, he said something just a little bit out of the way for her and that was all it took to set her off, guns blazing and swear words flying out of her mouth at one hundred miles a minute. Her brown eyes, tinted darker with anger, had watched him in a stunned silence as he moved away from standing in front of her, opting to move outside to their patio in a small attempt to escape her barrage of words.

They had been going at it for hours now and honestly Ari was getting tired. Not just of the arguments but everything all together. They had only been married for a few years, many people would consider them right at the cusp of the newlywed stage. It was supposed to be all smiles and nothing but sex and staying up all night talking for them. Of course, it had started out that way. The first few months of their marriage were almost what one might describe as blissful, but then slowly it all started to unravel.

Little arguments and disagreements started over nonsensical things and became bigger and bigger until the pair could barely stand to look at each other afterwards. The smallest offense would inevitably end in a screaming match and the police being called to their residence by concerned neighbors who were genuinely trying to do the right thing. Make up sex became something foreign and Ari would be lucky if she felt her husband's hand brush her shoulder on occasion. They both did all they could to avoid being close to one another.

Hoseok wasn’t entirely to blame. Not really. Ari was much more difficult to live with than she cared to realize. She bottled her feelings up until they exploded all over the people she cared about and attributed her anger at other things to something small like Hoseok leaving the toilet seat up. A sigh pushed through her lips and Ari lowered her gaze, moving to rest her body on the edge of their shared king sized bed.

She watched in silent fury as her husband’s lithe body carried him even further away from her, outside to their patio and onto that hideous patio chair she’d hated every since the day Hoseok brought it into their home. She knew what was about to happen and it took everything in her power not to run over to him and smack the cigarette right out of his mouth when she saw him jostle the white stick out of its container.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she asked haltingly as she pushed herself off their bed and stomped toward his location, her arms remaining pinned to her side. Ari could deal with most of the other things but one thing she could not do was sit ideally by and watch him actively kill himself. Her hand reached forward and snatched the object from between his lips holding it up as if it disgusted her just to touch it “Do want to die? Is that what you want Hoseok? To die and..…”.

‘Leave me here alone’, is what she wanted to say but she refused to give him the benefit of thinking that she actually cared about his well being at this moment. “I can’t keep doing this, If you want to sit around and let your life waste away then do that but don’t ask me to stick around and watch” She sighed deeply and let her hands drop to her sides in defeat the cigarette lazily falling to the ground.

“I think we should see a marriage counselor or an exorcist or something because we both know this isn’t working anymore. This stopped working a long time ago.”

Ari expected him to continue ignoring her, and he did at first, simply grabbing another cigarette from the carton and lighting the end before looking up at her with a deadpan expression.

“I never asked you to watch,” he spat through clenched teeth. Jumping from his seat and making Ari stumble backwards in response, Hoseok towered over the smaller woman. His face red and his jaw clenching and unclenching while his fists did the same at his side.

“I want you to shut the fuck up. Just shut up for once.” Speaking slowly, breathing through flared nostrils, Hoseok never broke eye contact with his wife. The words still burning on his lips, there was a time when he would never have thought to swear at her when they argued. Through time, and after having Ari break down almost every defense he had, that restraint had all but disappeared and he just couldn’t help himself anymore. It was like she didn’t understand anything else.

“If you wanna see some dumbass therapist, go ahead. I won't be going with you. But you’re right…” With his voice still low, he maneuvered his way around her and walked back into their bedroom, knowing full well she was right behind him. “This shit isn’t working.”

“So that’s it? You’re just completely checking out of this relationship? You don’t even want to try and make this better?”

She wondered in moments like this one why they were still together. Her standing there with her arms crossed over her chest in a silent smolder, him refusing to even look in her direction. It was clear they did nothing but vex each other when they were together, so why continue to bother with a relationship? They’d probably be better off finding people more suited to them if they had the courage to bury their relationship and start over again, but then she looked at him. Really looked. Her deep brown eyes trailed over his body, even though she could tell he wanted nothing more than to be rid of her right now, it caused her inner defenses to crumble to ash within her. Her guard was still up on the exterior but deep inside she knew why she was still here. She was here, with him, because she was in love with him. It was just as simple as that.

“Did I say that? Don’t put words into my mouth, Ari. All I said was that you were right— this isn’t working.” Hoseok exhaled deeply, he finally broke and matched her gaze. She was resting against the glass of the sliding door, looking broken and so damn tired. It was like looking into a mirror. And it killed him.

“Maybe…” he started off, closing his eyes for a moment and running a hand through his hair. “Maybe we should… separate for a little bit.”

Ari’s lips pressed together, pursed in a thin line and she shook her head, not to say ‘no’ but to really allow what he was proposing to go through her head. Growing up in a house where her parents did nothing but fight until they gathered the good sense to leave each other alone, Ari always promised herself that if she ever got married she would do things differently. She dreamt of being the perfect wife, one that would put her mother to shame and yet here she was. Practically turning into a replica of the woman, unnecessary blow ups and all.

Her arms that had been folded over her chest slowly fell to her sides and her eyes locked onto his, biting back tears that she refused to shed in his presence. She wanted to move, to sit next to him on their bed and share some sense of normalcy with her husband for the first time in what felt like months. But she didn’t; she stayed where she was, body pressed against the cold glass as she allowed his words to truly wash over her and seep into her skin.

He was leaving her.

After all her years of pushing him to the break he was finally going to do it and Ari couldn’t even remember why they were fighting in the first place. With a sharp inhale Ari pushed herself off the glass door, moved toward their closet and began pulling down her clothing into heaps that landed on the floor. She didn’t want to answer him, she didn’t feel as if she really had to anyway. If separation was what he wanted it was going to happen whether or not Ari was in agreement. The familiar sting of tears fluttered at the back of her eyes but she pushed it away, she was done being vulnerable around someone who could cut her so deeply with just a few words.

“Ari, I’ll go. You can stay here,” she could hear him pitch in from outside their closet door, and she caught his eyes watching her quick and harsh movements when she spared him one harsh look and even noted the gentle tone he’d taken when he spoke. Truthfully, there was no reason why she should leave when he was the one who brought a separation up anyway.

“I’ll go stay with Ji-woo,” he softly spoke, referring to his older sister.

Despite all this Ari still kept at her mission, tearing down clothes and organizing them into piles on the floor, all without a word. She supposed this display was to make a point; that she didn’t need to stay here no matter how much she wanted to. She had the option to leave just as readily as he did and even if it was childish, she still needed him to know that in some way she had just as much opportunity to have a life without him in it.

She kept tearing away and tossing down what was hers, completely ignoring his actions until she felt the cool touch of his arm breezing past hers. It was the first time she remembered feeling his touch in months, no matter how distant the action was it made her stop what she was going and look at him. She didn’t actually want to leave her house but she didn’t want him to leave either, even if in some small way she knew this would be good for them. It could be good or it could be the final nail in their coffin, just another gigantic sign that their marriage was on its last legs.

“Don’t make this a soap opera, Ari. Unpack,” his voice was rough and his words sounded clipped.

Grabbing a few articles of clothing, he folded them as best as he could before placing them in a duffle bag. Ari knew he didn’t really want to leave— sleeping on his sister’s couch while being tortured by his twin nephews didn’t seem like the ideal situation— but he started this and there was no going back on it now Ari sighed and stared at the pitiful display of clothes in his duffle bag and reached in to refold nearly everything he’d just packed, placing them back neatly. He may be leaving her but she was still his wife and thus he still represented her whenever he went anywhere. He was never the best with laundry and the last thing she wanted was for anyone else to feel like she was incapable of looking after him. Ari looked up at him once she placed the last piece of clothing in his bag.

“When are you coming back?” She asked, actually sounding demur, all the fight in her had dissolved by now.

“I, uh… I dunno. Maybe in a few weeks. We just need some time apart.” He sputtered and threw his now neatly packed duffle bag over his shoulder. “I’ll, uh, make sure Ji-Woo doesn’t say anything to anybody.”

Ari nodded, knowing that the media would circle like sharks if they caught even the faint smell of a story to be broken about such a polarizing couple.

“Fine..” Ari replied curtly, she may have been too tired to fight anymore but she was still upset. No part of her wanted this, him packing his things and leaving her in the middle of the night. There was some small part of her that wondered if he was actually planning on returning at all. Would she come back if she were him? Probably not, and Ari really couldn’t blame her husband for feeling that way only herself. Her arms folded over her chest and her lips pressed together to keep a powder keg of emotions that she just channeled into anger and stored away for later like she always did.

She stayed in the doorway of the closet but kept watching him as he began packing up his toiletries. It all looked so…final. Everything was happening so quickly and Ari couldn’t let herself come to terms with the fact that he was basically saying that he never wanted to see her again. Was she really that hard to get along with? She knew he deserved- they both deserved better than this time bomb of a relationship but that knowledge didn’t make it hurt any less. The tiniest part of her wanted to apologize, to tell him that whatever problems they had they could work them out because she loved him and she knew he felt the same, but she knew that would never work.

They’d passed the point of redemption now and there was no point in trying to fix what was already so broken. No matter how much she loved him, Ari had to let go.

"Tell Ji-woo and the kids I said ‘hi’” She wasn’t sure why she said that but nothing would make this situation less awkward or heartbreaking.

“I Will- um,” clearing his throat, Hoseok made his way to the doorway of their bedroom. Looking down at his wife, he pursed his lips together in an awkward expression while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “We should, uh, do a date thing next weekend. Y’know, after we get some air and distance.”

Ari looked at him when he started speaking again, trying to commit every feature of his face to memory. Every subtle freckle, the way his mouth moved when he spoke, the small crinkle in the corners of his eyes, the way his eyebrows knitted together and shrouded his face in shadows when she could tell he didn’t know what else to say. Ari looked at him until she couldn't stand anymore, until she could feel the burning sensation of tears stinging her eyes and tugging at the back of her throat. In the past they said many hurtful things to each other in the heat of the moment but none of those words had ever hurt like this did. Perhaps it was because she knew this wasn’t simply coming from a place of anger or disappointment, it wasn’t just something he’d blurted out and regretted a second later. His words came out clear and careful as if he was giving this moment too much thought and had decided that he really just wanted her to leave him be. Ari slumped her shoulders forward and nodded again.

"Yeah…we shou-” she cleared her throat so her words were no longer strained. “We should definitely do that…so I guess this would be… goodbye?” Ari asked and extended her hand to shake his. She honestly didn’t know what else to do with herself, she couldn’t bring herself to hug him.

“C’mere,” he mumbled, reaching out and wrapping an arm around her neck in a quick hug. Placing a gentle kiss on her temple, he pulled away while adjusting the straps on his shoulder. Their embrace was weird, and it left a funny feeling in Ari’s stomach— but for once, it didn’t feel like anger or distance or fakeness. Whatever it was, it was genuine.

Taking a few steps toward the bedroom door that led to the spacious hallway, he couldn’t bear to look back at her. And Ari didn’t follow him, she stayed in the same spot that she’d been in, the spot where his lips made contact with her skin still buzzing slightly.

“Uh, next weekend. Don’t forget…” he called out, descending down the staircase, his footsteps echoing against the hardwood floor. Still refusing to look back, he grabbed his keys from the table by the front door in the foyer and walked out of his home.

Ari remained in that same spot, listening as he made his way out, counting the amount of footsteps it took for him to make it out of the hallway and to the front door. The jingle of his keys made tears bubble up in her throat again and the sound of the door closing made a tear stream down her cheek.

It wasn’t until she was left with the silence of her home around her that Ari finally did let go. The floodgate of tears she’d been holding back poured from her eyes and she slid down the frame she was leaning on and crumpled into a weeping mess on her bedroom floor.

[aintgonnatellyouwhy]

Wonho (원호)

[7brownsuga7]

bts x idol!gf headcanons pls!!

i’ve been loooving ur bts boyfriend headcanons so far! ur so talented

Omg thank you so much 🫶🏽 I actually enjoyed writing this. Here you go & enjoy! <3

Namjoon:

• Tries to be discreet with your dating but will accidentally leave hints like some of your merch/stuff in the background of his pics/lives.

• Paparazzi pics in museums & galleries. Definitely off guard

• Always in touch when the other is away.

• Will publicly share your music/projects. Is a big supporter

• Spotting’s in clubs. Shades on dancing the night away. Y’all are definitely the talk of the night

• You both subtly post things on your story that insinuates that you both might be dating. Same location, same background, posting pics at same event or place. Posting songs that relate to each other.

• You both definitely talk through your stories. Talking to each other through songs or silly captions etc

Jin:

• Will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you.

• Big supporter and is at all of your shows/events cheering you on if he can.

• Goes on live wearing your merch

• Lives where both of you are cooking together and bickering with each other about who’s better or who does it right.

• Idk I can see y’all presenting together?!! And kinda teasing each other. (I see this before you start dating. And this causes speculation which kind of initiates both of you dating??)

• You both definitely post pics of each other being a mess. Off guard pics 100%

Yoongi:

• Song covers while he plays the instrumental for you on his guitar or piano

• Will stick up for you and will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you. And if you're getting hate he's gonna make sure it's dealt with

• Very protective when out in public together. Is like your own little personal bodyguard and will hold your hand and lead you away from the paparazzi/fans

• Will go on live and call out everyone for your fan edits. Even though he acts like he doesn’t like it he blushes and secretly saves them.

• He’s caught with your picture as his lockscreen

Hobi:

• Loads of dance videos and choreographies.

• Lives where you both are just dancing and vibing in the practice room.

• Duet video dance covers that he begs you to do

• Cameos in each others MVs

• Has your merch. Has your photocard hanging on his jeans or bag for sure.

• Is spotted with your initials painted on his fingernails

• Always showing you off to the cameras with a big grin on his face. Showing your photocard, merch, his lockscreen of you, showing his nails or any jewellery with your initials on it.

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a big smile on his face. Or even will do a little freestyle dance in front of it lmfao

Jimin:

• Cameos in each others projects. Him more so in yours.

• Will talk about you in his lives. Will purposely make up a comment and read it out and then go on a whole rant about you. Will get shy and then wave it off

• Duet video covers that you beg him to do

• Posting pics with the same background/location so people know you're together

• Likes every and any fan edit of you both.

• You both are always spotted on little dates like cafes, pottery painting or just casual walks

• You both wear matching jewellery that he picked out himself

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a happy proud smile on his face and the most sentimental and encouraging paragraph

Taehyung:

• Cameos in each others projects/MVs

• Loads of leaked messages of y'all being messy

LFMAO.

• Loads of photo shoots from him. He loves being your personal photographer

• Will purposely like and interact with any conspiracies and speculations about you dating. (Before you both went public with your relationship)

• He will beg you to go on variety shows together. He sees it as something fun. I can see you both bickering during the recording and making fun of each other/ teasing. You both would kill it though even though you don’t take it seriously you’d probably end up doing great in the games.

• Public outing spottings. You guys are always seen out together holding hands or him with his arm around you. You guys always stop for pictures.

• You both wear matching jewellery to symbolise your relationship

• Y’all are always caught kissing in public. So many pictures have been leaked

Jungkook:

• Paparazzi pics of your date nights. Holding hands and running away from the paparazzi/fans as a game

• Very sneaky and lowkey. Like you're known to be dating but you're very sneaky with it. Always hiding from paparazzi and not really speaking about your relationship publicly.

• But will publicly stick up for you if there's rumours going around or hate. He's shutting that shit down

• Duet cover videos that you guys randomly post that has the fans going insane

• Hot dance covers. Y’all both being sweaty having re-recorded many times due to fuck ups, teasing and getting distracted iykwim ;)

• Always FaceTiming and calling when either of you are away. You both miss each other so much and you can't go without communicating. He literally will keep on messaging you if you don't respond

• Fan edits go crazy and he eats it up every time. He’s obsessed with watching them.

• I can imagine him calling you during his promotion sketch videos. Seen giggling on the phone to you, excited to talk to you after his promotions. Sometimes you might even make a cameo in them

• You’re always seen discretely wearing his clothes

[kpop-bbg]

[katnisspeetaprim]

Always, Us (Suchwita)

Min Yoongi/FemIdol!Reader Requests open!

Warnings: Established relationship, discussion of pregnancy and marriage, idol!au

Word Count: 1506 M.list

‘Today on suchwita, we have someone people have wanted for a long while.’ Yoongi addressed the cameras as you stood at the side, excitedly waiting for your cue. Since Yoongi started his show, fans had wanted you to make an appearance, but there was never a good enough reason for you to appear until now. You don’t know if the reason fans wanted you here because they genuinely liked you, or if they just wanted to be nosey about your relationship now that it was public. Either way, you were happy to do this for Yoongi.

‘It’s Y/N of the group Prima.’ He stood from his seat and welcomed you with a bow, before pulling your chair out for you. You feigned shock as you sat down.

‘This is how you know cameras are around. He’s acting like a gentleman.’

‘YAH! Don’t say that!’ He snorted with a laugh as he sat down opposite you. ‘I’m always kind.’

‘Sure if you say so.’

‘I’m sure you noticed I got your favourite alcohol here. I’ll keep it for myself if you carry on.’ He smirked, gesturing to the various colourful bottles on the table.

‘You wanna play that game?’  You challenged, leaning forwards with a smirk to match his own. Yoongi relented, leaning back and waving his hands with a smile.

‘Ok, we’re getting off topic and we haven’t even started yet.’ You also relaxed, but you knew you had won that round.

‘As I was aying, this is your favourite. Let me pour you a glass.’ You held out your glass and thanked him as he poured.

‘People have been curious about us since we went public right?’ You asked, getting right into why you were there.

‘Yes.’ He agreed, drinking from his own glass. ‘How did it feel for you to finally be open after having to hide it for so long?’ Yoongi had given you a brief run down of the kind of questions that would be asked the night before, so that you could prepare, though you didn’t want to just write and memorise a script, especially when it came to your love life. You wanted your words to be as natural as possible.

‘It felt good to not have to sneak around. I know you were relieved too.’ Yoongi nodded in agreement.

‘It made me feel like we were a couple of horny teenagers sneaking out at night.’ He laughed.

‘Oh yeah you’re right! But looking back I don’t know why we hid it so long. People have been shipping us since we first met pretty much.’ You smiled warmly, thinking back to when you posted a picture of yourself and a young trainee Yoongi onto your groups twitter account. Yoongi wasn’t well know back then, but your fans were curious about your connection to the young trainee.

‘Do you remember how we met?’ Yoongi asked, smoothly moving the conversation along. You didn’t answer right away. You looked down as a subtle blush spread across your cheeks as you thought of the memory.

‘Why are you blushing? Don’t get shy now!’ Yoongi laughed as he called you out.

‘Shut up.’ You mumbled, all in good fun.

‘Ok. I was late for rehearsal and I ended up barging into your guys room by accident.’ You cringe at that part. ‘ You all stared at me and I was so embarrassed, but you also offended me that day!!’ Yoongi raised his eyebrows questioningly. Had he really?

‘Yes!’ You exclaimed, making him a little nervous. ‘You didn’t know who I was! Even though I debuted like 2 years before that!’ Yoongi sighed in relief and rolled his eyes.

‘I told you before! I didn’t know many current groups back then! I was too busy trying to debut myself.’

‘Yeah, sure.’ You crossed your arms with a pout.

‘Why are you pressed about that still? It was over a decade ago!’

‘That’s not the point! I’m your senior so you should respect me!’ Yoongi choked out and exasperated laugh, before he addressed the crew.

‘do you see what I deal with on a daily basis?’

‘You see! This is what I mean.’ You laughed whilst gesturing towards him. ‘No respect...’ Yoongi shook his head, laughing at the interaction.

‘You know, my mom keeps asking me when we’re going to give her grand kids.’ You froze and internally cursed him for bringing up this topic. It’s not like you don’t want babies with him, it just never felt like the right time to try. Especially now with his military service coming up...

‘I always thought we’d try after your enlistment, but we never really discussed it....’ You confessed, feeling the energy of the room die slightly. You saw Yoongi’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your answer, but he covered it up by rubbing his face.

You weren’t lying when you said it hadn’t been talked about, so your answer definitely caught him off guard.

‘We also need to find time for a wedding.’ He played it off cooly, trying to move on with a joke. You frowned to yourself. His reaction was strange. This definitely needed more investigating.

The remainder of filming flew by. You’d managed to avoid any more awkwardness after that and put on a good show. You were fairly certain that part would be cut anyway. It may have been a little too personal to bring it up in that way in hindsight....

‘So, do you want to talk about what you said?’ Both you and Yoongi were sat in his car in the parking lot. You could get a lift from the company driver, but Yoongi proffered the freedom of being able to drive himself. ‘About having kids?’ He looked over to you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. Looking down at your hands in your lap, you began to speak.

‘I meant what I said. I want kids with you, but I ... also don’t want to give up my career...’ You trailed off. He sucked in a breath at your words, but stayed silent. ‘I just said that about your enlistment because I didn’t know what else to say.’ You sniffled slightly, but you were determined to not get upset. Yoongi placed a comforting hand on your thigh and leaned across the console.

‘Hey. You won’t loose your career. You really think Bang PD would let you go after all these years?’ He spoke soothingly. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop a few tears escaping your eyes.

‘I know it’s stupid to think this way but-‘ Yoongi quickly shook his head.

‘Don’t talk like that. If you’re upset it’s not stupid, ok?’ He had now moved his hand to the back of your neck, rubbing calming circles into your skin. You slowly looked up at him to see him giving you a reassuring smile. You were unable to stop yourself from reaching up and pulling him into a hug, or as much as you could manage with the gear box between you.

‘I’m sorry I got upset.’ You mumbled into his neck. He craned his neck to place a kiss on the side of your head.

‘Nothing to be sorry for.’ You both stayed like that for a few relaxing moment as you calmed down. Pulling back, you wiped at your eyes before quickly pecking his lips.

‘We need to talk properly at some point, but right now I need you to take me home so I can stuff my face with ice cream.’ Yoongi broke out into his iconic gummy smile as he stared at you.

‘You must be feeling better if you can crack jokes. Now put your seatbelt on woman.’ Yoongi pulled out of the parking lot and started the journey home. You both sat in comfortable silence, only the sounds of the quiet radio played in the car. You thought back to the filming, when you suddenly remembered something he so casually said during the interview.

‘So...’ He glanced at you briefly, before looking back to the road. ‘What was that about a wedding?’  You smirked when he choked on his own spit and clearing his throat.

‘Ah yeah. That...’

‘You haven’t even proposed to me.’ You teased, hoping he might get a hint. Yoongi fully looked at you when he pulled up to a traffic light, smile tugging at his lips.

‘Do you want me to?’

‘I certainly wouldn’t be oppose to the idea!’ You both sent coy smiles to each other and that was that. Conversation over.’ The two of you didn’t need to get married to know you loved each other, but having said that...

And thus, a few weeks later, Korea woke to the news that you and Yoongi had secretly eloped and made your marriage official.

You had a lot of explaining to do to your parents, but you got out of it by promising that you would have a ‘proper’ ceremony at a later date. For now though, you were both content with how things were.

[club-cheongyang]

[bluemoonpunch]

⭐A Past Life of Jeon Jungkook - Oracle and Tarot Reading

[A view of a Past Life of Jeon Jungkook, born September 1, 1997 — Virgo. The Past Life Reading is an intuitive and channeled reading that pinpoints the most prominent past life that is currently influencing an individual’s current incarnation. For this reading, I use six decks: the Rider-Waite Tarot, The Linestrider Tarot, Moonology Oracle, Wisdom of The Oracle, The Spirit Animal Oracle, Wild Unkown Archetypes, Tarotwave, Wisdom of The Oracle, Black Moon Lilith Astrology Cards, Chakra Reading Cards, and the Sacred Geometry Activations Oracle deck. This reading lasted 3 hours.]

Reading Performed: October 17, 2024

Originally Posted: October 26, 2024

Overall Progression: The Ocean + The Desert/Eros + The Mother

The past life that came through for Jungkook is a very interesting one that seemed centered on development and personal progression of the soul through a human experience. This lifetime was one of late-stage awakening or a higher awareness toward the end of life that set the stage for the current lifetime where, alongside a working lifetime, he is experiencing make-ups or rewards for prior work experiences. Human connection and the appreciation for honest and open connection with deep understanding is rooted in this past life where he became very disconnected from this aspect that is true to him on a soul level within all lifetimes.

The overall progression of this lifetime is laid out above starting with The Ocean, which then moves into The Desert. Immediately it gave this sense of the soul drying up or becoming disconnected from the conscious mind completely after originally coming in relatively aware and heart-centered. In the image of The Desert we see a hand reaching out of the sand towards a burning moon or an eclipse — I was taking this more as a burning moon as it reflects the diamond in Eros, representing the loss of a counterpart connection. Essentially, a soul mate connection was in line in this lifetime, a higher counterpart that was present in other lifetimes, but due to the disconnect of the soul, the soul connection with the counterpart was also lost.

It was very clear that this connection lingered in the mind and body, suggesting that connection had been made, however, it was lost rather quickly or didn’t move beyond a certain stage. There was a part, a lingering shred of the soul that was still reaching out toward that counterpart while the rest of his consciousness sank into heavier spaces that were dictated by blind faith, conformity, and a deliberate separation from emotions.

The lifetime concludes with The Mother, where I was seeing the pearl in the center as reflecting the burning moon and the diamond in Eros. This is where it was shown that either while still alive or after death, there was a marker put on this lifetime for a redo, specifically around this connection. He planted a seed of this connection and then, on multiple levels, seems to have locked it in and ensured that out of everything, this would be something he would experience, pursue, and treasure. One of the elements of his current state of being, his appreciation of connection and relationships, which is still very clear within his soul ties, is present now specifically to aid in his ability to recognize this connection when it is presented to him.

Childhood

This was a little sad to read into because it seems like he really didn’t have a chance at all in this past life to be his own person. Granted, this was a deliberate setting for development, and he seemed to move through it relatively fine at first, but there’s a kind of softer innocence to how and why he was so easily guided toward something that was very against his nature. The combination of Allowance and Bluff read very literally in the realm of naivety, allowing others to bluff, moving in a carefree way through the words of other people. Falling in line, being convinced, and following laid out paths would have been very instinctual for him while on a more intuitive level, he would have felt uneasy.

Overall Energy: Allowance + Bluff

Timeline: Wheel of Fortune + Queen of Wands + 2 of Wands (rev.)

The timeline lays it out with the Wheel of Fortune and the Queen of Wands merged together as a symbol of outer authority, that may be connected primarily to his family first in this past life. It feels like the Wheel and the Queen represent someone else sitting in the driver’s seat of his life, and right from the beginning, straight from birth, were in control. This may explain why, in spite of that inner unease and disagreeing, he still was so easy to guide into certain things. He really didn’t know how to do or say anything against authority.

Because of this, his childhood was left to him in the form of the reversed 2 of Wands, which settled as the inability to dream or the refusal to dream, to think of anything far off in the future, or even something he would do the following day, as it was always understood that someone else was laying out his day for him.

I do think as well that his more stubborn and carefree approach to life now in his current state stems from this, ensuring that he can well and truly be completely in control of his life and how it plays out day to day.

Teen Years

The teen years was when shit seemed to really hit the fan when it came to the loss of soul connection. It was a temporary state, but it was quite a heavy one with very deliberate cutting off of the emotional center. It was very clear to me that this was related to some kind of military work, I was seeing it more as knights or some kind of guardianship of people of higher status, royal guards or something in that realm. It was a job that he was connected to through family, a kind of role that is passed through families specifically for the sake of trust and status.

Overall Energy: Solar Plexus + Defense

Timeline: Queen of Cups (rev.) + 9 of Swords + 9 of Cups (rev.) / The Magician (rev.) / The Hermit

Solar Plexus and Defense show a relatively unconscious state of being, a very externalized and forceful mode that he was in, very much leaning into a hardened masculine energy, drifting very far away from any internal awareness. The Solar Plexus is involuntary projection (as opposed to the Sacral Chakra, which is more intentional projection) and Defense brings Mars and Taurus — Cardinal Fire and Fixed Earth — together in absolute extremes.

In the timeline, we have this space and time initiated with the reversal of the Queen of Cups, which is the cutoff of internal awareness. This feels a lot like going through training or some kind of trial work where it was made clear that his own sensitivities could not be supported here and could not be supportive of what was expected of him.

This gave way to the 9 of Swords, which is quite a heavy mental load that strings together grief, paranoia, fear, and depression. This is mirrored then by the reversed 9 of Cups. Just as he intentionally cut off his internal space, he very knowingly cut himself off from a lot of what he did allow himself to dream about, which seems to be very limited to his relationship with this soul counterpart, which at this point still feels very distant. With The Magician in reverse alongside it, it is a known loss of power or control, coming across as him knowing that in stepping into line here, he would lose his wand, any ability he had at all to make his own wishes come true. This is then followed by The Hermit upright, a future prospect of always being alone.

It came through that the person he was hoping to be with was someone who was very peaceful and at ease in the heart, very similar to his own soul, but without the filtration or limitation that he was given in this lifetime. It feels like it may have been an “admire from afar” kind of situation with a few blips of sparks here and there. There was hope and a sense of freedom that was either gained from this person or was just something that this person inspired within himself that made it possible for him to dream of his future with this person. Because this person was practically the embodiment of peace, however, there was a major split here on multiple levels where they came to be entirely incompatible, at least from his perspective.

As a side note, somewhere within this timeframe between the teen years and adulthood, within the space of The Desert specifically, it seems he may have killed someone while out and about on a mission or in battle. I was seeing it in my head as him looking over a body on the ground in the middle of a wide open field. It wasn’t clear to me if I was seeing it as just the two of them in this field because that’s what it actually was, of it that’s just how it felt for him in the moment — going into shock during a battle and only being able to focus on the one person he actually did kill in that moment. There were more deaths, but it seems the first is what lingered the most, going numb to the rest.

This seemed to be the main source of the grief and depression, potential PTSD in the 9 of Swords. It also seems to be one of the major points in his mind that affirmed for him that coming together again with this soulmate was completely impossible. He held onto that guilt, but it did wake him up a bit and put things into perspective. He, at some point, maybe years beyond this first death, quit this job and truly did become The Hermit. There’s a major separation from others, although he may not have literally been alone the whole time, just unable to make deeper connections out of fear, shame, or just a lingering sense of inner disconnect that he could never extend past himself.

Adult Years

Moving into the adult years, which actually feel more like the end of life (with the End of Life section feeling like matters left to the soul after death), there was a reawakening that came through what feels like an existential crisis. On some level, it feels like The Hermit took on the energy of the 9 of Swords and sought out shelter in the church in the 5 of Pentacles. Not a literal church, maybe an institution, maybe an inner temple of sorts that was reached at a point of desperation.

Overall Energy: Heart Chakra + Tantric Journey + Empathy

Timeline: 5 of Pentacles + The World + 9 of Wands

The Heart Chakra and Tantric Journey as the overall energy of this period of his life are mind breaking. Connection to the heart, or the inner world, has been reestablished, but it feels like returning to ruins. The Heart represents something more physical or conscious, while Tantric Journey represents something higher, energetic, or out of body. On some level, I want to say that it feels like time travel, as if he experienced some sort of break from reality and traveled back in his mind to when he “had a heart,” which was connected to this person who was lost to him in the time. The Empathy card, the imagery on it, feels like revisiting a friend and hearing whispers. The bird holding the pearl makes me think of the pearl in The Mother, something representing this other person, who was a reflection of his own soul, heart, or inner world.

The 5 of Pentacles itself is connected to spiritual and financial lack, an emptiness or feeling of being incomplete. In this space, if you get stuck, a person can seek out a lot of comfort or distraction in order to cope with or do away with the feeling of not having what you really want. Following this, The World feels connected to the idea of some kind of break from reality, as the grid and field in the image extend past and break around the world itself. I feel this as a breaking point in which he could not be with the world, could not stay in reality, could not function properly. There was stuff coming through again that would lead me to think he was dealing with PTSD.

The 9 of Wands is a card about paranoia and negative anticipation, hypervigilance. In the traditional Rider-Waite image, there is a man who stands guard over his own domain after having been attacked or facing a battle of some kind. Constantly on foot, on guard, and looking over his shoulder. In the image in the Tarotwave deck, we see a group of wands standing around a computer to watch another wand that appears to break out of the screen. Breaking out of the screen lines up with the feeling of breaking out of reality, being watched by other people while doing it. He could have potentially been institutionalized or was watched over by family or friends.

The 9 of Wands’ display of breaking from reality, alongside The World and the 5 of Pentacles, does feel like the point of death or the energy that led to his death. If he did take his own life, it’s not entirely clear if he knew what he was doing or if it was a sudden accident.

End of Life

Because this portion of the reading registers as being after the point of death rather than the death itself, I’m wondering if he spent some time wandering after death, either by choice or as a soul lost and confused after an upsetting or disconnected passing. There’s something quite solemn about the combination of Cosmic Flower and Principle. They feel very big, expansive, stimulated, but very quiet and wide open, like walking through a field on your own and seeing nothing but the horizon on all sides. This feels like a wandering soul. Both cards are also connected to number 9 with Principle being connected to the 9th House through Sagittarius and Cosmic Flower being number 18, 9 multiplied and 9 from 1 and 8 together. This settles into the idea of expanding within the point of finality or having some kind of further awakening process happening whilst in a state of limbo.

Overall Energy: Cosmic Flower + Principle

Timeline: The Lovers + 4 of Wands + 4 of Swords

The timeline is less of a timeline and more of a designated checklist. Things that were pondered on, dreamed of, hoped for, and thus the seeds that were planted by the soul still wandering on earth, that would one day be able to be harvested and experienced during a separate lifetime. It doesn’t feel like it was an intentional planting whilst in a wandering state, it feels more like it was dreamed of so much that it just started taking root, and then when his soul crossed over and he was back to planning his lifetimes out, he designated a space and time, now within his current working lifetime, for these things to play out.

The 4 of Swords is a wide-sweeping one, which is connected to rest, relaxation, recuperation, healing, and meditation. His spirit was resting in a state of disconnect, it was uneasy and stagnant rather than fully at ease, which may explain why he may have gotten a bit stuck or lost within this timeframe — he thought he was dreaming, didn’t know he was dead, may have thought he was hallucinating or dissociating. The “permanent break from reality” felt to him in the moment like he was caught up in a very deep sleep and a lucid dream. Going back to his childhood with the reversed 2 of Wands, the matter of knowing even then that there was no point in dreaming, thinking, or planning for his future, he gave himself permission, whilst believing he was in a literal dream, to imagine and maybe play out on some level, the fantasies he had with this other person.

The Lovers is coming through very literally, especially with the image on the card. It’s a statue, a sculpture of two people embracing, something someone dreamed up but may have not experienced. The image is held in high regard and locked into place. The expression of love alone would be projected well enough through the 2 of Cups, but the fact that The Lovers is coming through here like this shows that there was a demand to see it, to feel it, to experience it fully, not just as a daydream.

The 4 of Wands is just the same with both the image here and the traditional image coming to mind. Both of them reflect celebration, but the traditional image also suggests a welcoming. Two people are on the other side of the threshold, which feels like him watching something through a window, through a screen, through his own imagination. He’s not just seeing his person welcoming him back, he’s seeing his own body welcoming him as well. It’s like part of him knew or was imagining that in some other world, they were together, and that other version of him was waiting for him to plug in and start living.

The 4 of Wands is also often connected to soulmate reunion and unification, through the representation of the two people placed within the four wands, which can appear as 1111 or 11:11, denoting parallel progression and mirrored souls, or counterparts. The number 4 is also the number of foundation and can represent the soil that the seed of The Lovers was planted in. With this recognition of welcoming on both sides, I would think that at this point he would have either found peace and crossed over after the passing of his person. It's possible the other person's soul, who was more awake and at ease in passing, came and got Jungkook out of his little limbo situation. This would take us into the 4 of Swords again in a different way, this time implying actual soul rest, the point of crossing over completely and ending this lifetime fully.

With the reversed 8 of Pentacles, there was a lot of deep disappointment toward himself for not being able to “do the basics,” which don’t actually seem to be very basic to me. This goes back to him not being able to handle or cope with his job, something that it seems most of his family did. This is very specific to harming or killing other people — it was considered a basic aspect of the job, it was something he couldn’t cope with doing in spite of doing it many times, and therefore he saw himself as someone who couldn’t keep up or couldn’t perform as well. The 8 of Pentacles here gives a feeling of a broken conveyor belt in a factory, a person unable to fall in line with others, a loss of self-control.

How He Saw Himself: 8 of Pentacles (rev.)

State of The Soul: The Fool (rev.)

The state of the soul reflects major restriction of potential, which goes back to the lack of autonomy that was prominent throughout this lifetime. The Fool, when upright, represents pure potential, and in reverse, it represents something that feels more like a doll, someone or something at the mercy of the outside energy, the outside potential, rather than what can come from within, what can come from personal choice. It seems to come down to him having gotten very comfortable with the idea of being able to follow rules and follow the leader in every way that when he hit this wall of his own limitations, he felt deeply unnerved by this. It’s almost like he was so controlled by others that it seemed like when he was left on his own to perform “simple tasks” he was unable to do anything. I think he thought of himself as someone who couldn’t do the job unless someone was holding his hand, and with that came a lot of insecurity and self-hatred around the emotional and more sensitive spaces within himself, which at some point he lived in denial of.

Unfortunately, it would seem most people saw him as someone coming undone, and with Justice in reverse, this is somewhat how he was supposed to be seen. Both cards here represent the mind splitting or unraveling. Justice itself feels more like the connection, the line of mediation between the inner world and the outer world, or the real world and the dream world (hallucinations/flashbacks), either collapsed or bled between the two leaving no distinction. The 10 of Swords is more visceral, feeling like the mind and nervous system becoming overwhelmed and glitching out, slowly being eroded away and then completely destroyed. From the outside looking in, he looks like someone who went completely insane in an "inevitable" way, while he himself was still fighting to keep himself above water. It feels like people looked at him as a lost cause long before he truly was, and that came down to him simply not being able to follow commands anymore.

How Others Saw Him: 10 of Swords (rev.)

How He Was Meant To Be Seen: Justice (rev.)

Again, this was a lifetime centered around development, so while this does seem a bit heavy, it is something he wanted to experience on a soul level with the intention of it contributing to his future navigation in working lifetimes — most likely a crash course in how to avoid the loss of autonomy, identity, and the heart.

Goal: The Devil

What Was Accomplished: Knight of Cups

The Devil representing the goal is more centered in the image, where the devil is shown to be whispering together with the man, both images distorted as the identity and self-awareness are lost. This feels like a reflection of the Wheel of Fortune and the Queen of Wands, which felt like someone else sitting in the driver’s seat of his life from the very beginning. The goal was to experience a complete loss of control that led to self-destruction so that these things could be navigated around more smoothly, which is what is shown to be accomplished with the Knight of Cups.

A more fluid, heart-centered energy that is self-guided and dedicated to making dreams a reality. This is all represented in the Knight of Cups, and I do think we see that energy in him now in his current lifetime. The Knight of Cups is also considered the most romantic of the Knights, usually associated with Prince Charming or the “knight in shining armor.” It’s a set mission, one he set for himself on a soul level, to curate a life and experience that is purely under his own rule, with a focus on personal foundations, love, connection, and proper unification with his person. I’m seeing that one of the reasons, on a higher level, that things seem to fall into place for him so easily is because he’s quite literally done it all before and can bypass a lot of the challenges one might face. He’s, on multiple levels, in the driver’s seat of his life and has a full view of the navigation system, with a clear vision of the end goal, which is centered on The Lovers and the 4 of Wands.

The significant soul connection that was experienced in this past life is represented by Temperance, a person displayed as being balanced between the physical and spiritual, a soul fully integrated into the body. What was gained from this connection, based on the reversed 4 of Cups, is actually what was lost or never found. Again, there was a foundation being laid within this past life that led to him being able to very much so appreciate love and connections in all subsequent lifetimes, so this aspect of separation being “what was gained” still makes sense within this lifetime and can be looked at positively on a soul level, while also registering as incomplete on a conscious level within these memories.

Significant Soul Connection: Temperance

What Was Gained: 4 of Cups (rev.)

Added note: I ended up doing an additional reading out of curiosity to see the energy signatures of this connection in the current lifetime in order to explore any interesting reflections or carry-overs from this past life. That reading will be included at the end of this one for reference.

Tools/Lessons Being Accessed: Gemini — I think + 1st House — The body + 11th House — Friends

The lessons being accessed here reflect the two main points of crossover that I recognized in the beginning — personal autonomy and a deep appreciation for relationships and connection overall. Gemini and the 1st House, with the key phrases “I think,” and “the body,” register very clearly as an independent mind guiding an independent body, a life dedicated to personal achievement and satisfaction alongside and in front of many people that he would feel supported and validated by. Anyone that wouldn’t support him on this would be in direct conflict with his very soul, something that in this current life he would not be able to look past. He may have moments (or had, in the past) where he allows things to slip for the sake of avoiding confrontation or hoping to see the best in someone or something, but there’s a very clear personal boundary that is laid and is meant to really solidify and become completely non-negotiable.

Outlook: Imagine

This was quite an energy to see rush through with this card. This set refers to the outlook Jungkook may have in this current lifetime based on his soul’s experience in the previous one. Here, with Imagine, there is a major emphasis on the aspect of dreaming, of looking ahead and seeing the infinite possibility in himself and everyone and everything around him. In comparison to this past life where, from the beginning, he was not able to dream or even plan his own future, here everything with Imagine is shown to be entirely within the realm of his own will. So long as he can see it in his mind, he will be able to bring it to life, for himself and others around him. This will cast a lot of inspiration out into the world, this energy is something that ripples out and expands on itself.

Something To Remember: Angels and Masters + Love + Play

This set would be for Jungkook if he were actually receiving this reading, something for him to remember or take note of from this past life, usually something that the soul wants to cement into the conscious mind so that it doesn’t get lost, forgotten, or bypassed along the way. Here, the Angels and Masters cards I was seeing as reflecting The Magician and Temperance. The Magician is a card that comes out for Jungkook a lot nowadays (it used to be The Fool with the Ace of Wands, or the Page of Wands), and of course, Temperance is here representing his soul counterpart or the person he will experience union with.

For reference, I was seeing the images of these two cards reflected in the image of Angels and Masters. Temperance’s wings and the chakras represent The Magician’s personal and external alignment, both acting as conduits of energy. One a bit softer, the other a bit more hands on and direct. It blends very nicely divine masculine and feminine energy that is expressed on both sides, showing individual soul development has been curated to a high degree. In the main card, “Angels” refers mainly to Temperance, and “Masters” refers mainly to The Magician, but both of them would be considered both as they both, out of body, would be “Angels” and on earth, as humans, would both be considered “Masters” of their own souls. Their progression, potentially parallel, would be evident.

Alongside the reminder of this significant connection, he also has two Heart Chakra cards with Love and Play, which really just felt like a marker of affirmation, his higher soul coming through and saying, “yes, you’ll know when it’s right because THIS is what it feels like.” It’s pure love, genuine love that comes very naturally, instinctually, and a vibrancy that brings him back to, or keeps him in a healthy state of playful youth, always ready to move and jump and yell and just really let himself be with this other person. The same feeling would be there for the other as well. It would be very natural, casual, simple, but potent and undeniable.

The closing messages here, which would still just be for him to take, emphasizes again the importance of maintaining that personal direction, that conscious connection to his own soul, his own personal direction and desire. Along with that, the Spider Spirit affirms that this is the lifetime in which he is to make his dreams a reality, living out his designs and giving himself free reign within all of it.

Closing Messages

Full Moon in Pisces — Balance spirituality and practicality

Spider Spirit — Make your dreams real.

Temperance’s Energy Signature In The Current Lifetime

The energy signature of the person represented by Temperance is very clear, but there is a heaviness to the energy especially in relation to The Tear, Saturn Return, and Concentration. There’s a lot of internal struggle with this person, but struggles that they are able to manage and move beyond quite easily, although they benefit most, or are able to help themselves the most when they are with others or are being supported.

The Tear and the Third-Eye Chakra show a deeply internalized person, someone who may find it difficult to speak or express themselves fully on their own, but are very capable of seeing into other people, very observant and very aware of what other people are feeling or the general vibes of an environment. There are heavier emotions that seem to flood the space with The Tear, but I’m seeing this in a way where the water droplet of The Tear, green and gold like the Heart and Solar Plexus Chakras, magnify or clear the lens of the Third Eye. Their own emotional upsets help them to feel and understand others more instinctually rather than intuitively.

Flexibility covers internal and external aspects — showing a flexible individual in the way that they speak to others, the way they listen to others, but also in the way that they operate within themselves. This can also be taken literally with a person who has a flexible body as I’m seeing this relating to how they take care of themselves with an effort to stay fit or stay relaxed and well managed through physical activity. With the Flexibility card specifically, yoga, dancing, or light cardio would be more the speed, activity that has the potential to relieve stress rather than add strain through something like weight training.

In comparison to Jungkook, the Flexibility card seems to hold more of that Divine Feminine energy as well, it’s the receptive space as well as a space of operation. The internalized flexibility is in the way they receive others, how they communicate with others, and how they interact with their environments. They are more receptive to, and one could say potentially at the mercy of, the energy or the people around them. I feel like this could have been a problem that has already been solved or is managed more consciously now as I keep seeing the person in the image of Flexibility wobbling before straightening back up like something else straightened out their spine.

Saturn Return is at the center of the spread and feels very significant in relation to time. There is a peak point either for this person or potentially for both of them around the time of the Saturn Return, but more specifically the culmination point which can fall around the 30th birthday specifically. It’s a point of transition out of a time of strenuous effort toward balancing things within yourself, and between yourself and the rest of the world (20s) and into a mode of personal awareness and a sense of personal liberation (30s). These two may meet each other in their 30s or if they’ve already met, which is possible due to The Tribe card, they may reach a certain peak or highlight of their relationship while they are in their 30s.

I also feel that for this person individually, the presence of Saturn here at the center shows that this person has been through their fair share of trials in their life and has built themselves up with it very nicely and is to be rewarded for that effort in the time of their 30s. Especially with the context of The Tear, Third Eye, and Flexibility, this person has had to learn how to manage themselves and other people, overcome a lot of personal, internal obstacles as well, and will be solidifying personal foundations of peace later on if they have not already begun doing it. In other words, very strict boundaries, a very close and limited circle of friends (The Tribe), words and actions would be very carefully chosen, and so on.

The Tribe card is very interesting because I immediately got thrown to the idea of soul family or cosmic DNA, connections that are very clear and strong due to the significant bonds that are beyond the physical. Considering that Jungkook, along with the other members, are here on a working lifetime, it is right to assume they did not come in alone, they came in with a lot of people that would help to ensure they are able to do what they need to do together and individually. This Temperance person is someone who is part of that group, is well intertwined with the space and if they are not already part of it, would be someone who fits in very easily, as if they were there from the beginning.

With The Tribe, considering how easily the connections fit and seem to work within the same space, I assumed that this Temperance person is probably an entertainer of some kind or works in media to a degree, and Concentration seems to support that. The images on the card are what I’m most focused on, as there is this sense of a witch hunt or someone being attacked and strung up with words and emotions. The mouth on top belongs to the Temperance person while the little green goblin devil thing are like envious projections from others onto this person, literally trying to put words in their mouth or trying to corrupt their image. The way the goblin is waving its hands it’s like, “See guys! This person did this, and then that, and they said this and then this happened! They’re awful!!” It’s all made up, exaggerated, or severely distorted, but the swords fly in any way with an effort to cut the person’s mouth. I’m taking that literally in the sense of hoping to silence them as well as very literally tarnish their image, destroy some level of beauty they wish wasn’t there.

If you think of the goblin thing as a little demon, and Temperance as an angel, the “default hatred” toward Temperance makes sense, but this is being displayed amongst humans, so it’s coming across as Temperance just kind of existing and jealous and hateful people going out of their way to destroy this person’s existence to some degree. It seems very on par with what celebrities, especially in the idol world go through.

The star at the bottom, strung up in a spider’s web, also comes from the effort of others to subdue or tone down the image of Temperance. There’s something more “close to home” with the web where it feels like they are not only being held down by the web, but they are also holding the web in place from the center. It’s a sense of self-sacrifice, and I’m seeing this as falling into some kind of extremism where, essentially, Temperance is aware, potentially due to the image above, that their natural image (an angel of fluidity and balance) is not something people enjoy and therefore they lean a little more into one side over the other. This takes the star’s color from a bright white (a blend of all the colors) to a solid red (centered more in the Root Chakra, more superficial, more image-oriented).

It is quite nice though if you consider that no matter how much other people try and destroy their image, and no matter how much they limit themselves for the sake of peace, they remain a star, the remain as some kind of celestial image that you can imagine floating brightly in the sky, looking down on everything with a sense of understanding and compassion.

The Ace of Pentacles is the last card for this person’s energy center and this may also contribute to them being a person in entertainment or a public figure of some kind as I was seeing this in connection to money as well as production. It’s both the work they do and the money they earn. Both are quite big and come from a “heavenly place” or an “otherworldly place.” There’s something about a natural or necessary exchange, as in this person gives the pentacle to the world, a product, a body of work, and then the world gives back to them a gold coin, a reward, money, success. It’s done quite big and quite successfully because it is supported on a higher level and fueled by the soul. There’s something of innovation or inspiration involved as well where their work or what they contribute to the world should be seen as and treated as a gift from an angel — people may really feel this to be true, and this may be why there are little goblins running around trying to tarnish it. On another level, they see this person’s goodness as a weapon against their own efforts to stagnate and destroy, to live miserably, to believe only in hopelessness, imbalance, lack, and a loss of identity.

The last two cards were pulled with the intention of catching an echo of a whisper, something that this person on some level would say or has said to Jungkook himself. There they have the Badger Spirit which says, “be fearless and bold,” and the New Moon in Capricorn, “your hard work is paying off.”

There certainly is a lot of support there in those words, generating what feels like a driving force or immense inspiration. The way this person has a gift for the world — that gift is received ten times over by Jungkook and the effects of this person would be quite noticeable to him, but still remain questioned by others. In this, they may fuel each other where Jungkook is inspired and pushed forward and the Temperance person is validated, appreciated, and in that is encouraged to keep going, keep building, keep delivering that fluid balance into the world.

Since we can’t be sure if they know each other already or if this connection is waiting in the wings, this section is more zoomed out and is reflecting what their souls or Higher Selves are contributing or pushing down for the other person’s conscious level reception. Here, Kook has the 5 of Cups in reverse. The 5 of Cups, when upright, is a person stuck in grief, insecurity, or a sense of hopelessness after experiencing some kind of upset that affected them deeply. It represents a person focusing only on flaws, low points, downfalls, and failures, losing focus on or going completely blind to hope, potential, or their own capability. This would reflect the Temperance person’s deeper inner sensitivity, connecting to The Tear specifically.

The Magician (Jungkook): 5 of Cups (rev.)

Temperance: 7 of Wands (rev.)

In reverse, Jungkook flushes out that dark water, and feels to shield this person from the swords and cut them from the bindings shown in Concentration. He lightens their load and opens their eyes again to a brighter future, giving them the strength they need to keep going.

In the same way, Temperance contributes the reversed 7 of Wands. Upright, the 7 of Wands is about fighting to keep your place, feeling competitive with others, or even just competitive with the self, feeling the strenuous urge to do more, be more. I am feeling this as very self-focused, as if he’s fighting with himself, or fighting his own sense of limitations. Where Temperance's sense of limitation could stop them from moving out of fear of confrontation, Jungkooks sense of limitation has the potential to make him burn himself out trying to perfect himself beyond those perceived limitations. Both are a bit exaggerated but not without intention — these perceived limitations were put on them both by other people, they just respond to them differently.

Temperance, as they reversed the 7 of Wands for Jungkook, cools the ego, soothes the tension and seems to apply some of their own flexibility to his energy, mind, and body. The same way Temperance is validated by Jungkook, Jungkook is validated by Temperance and is encouraged to move forward. Actually, it’s more like he’s ENSURED to move forward. There was never an issue of him potentially stopping, there was just a potential for him to be forced to stop due to burn out or injury.

In this, these two exchange Water and Fire between the Cups and the Wands. On their own, Temperance carries more Water, more fluidity, more feminine receptivity, while Jungkook carries more Fire, externalized action, masculine projection. They carry both energies very well, again showing the level of development in both of these souls, but they both lean a bit in either direction. With the reversed 5 of Cups, we see Jungkook illuminate and purify the heavier dark water that Temperance is dealing with. It doesn’t go away, it doesn’t evaporate, it simply is purified, cleared enough that Temperance can get back to the normal state of flow, clarity, and awareness. This goes into The Tear, the water acting as a magnifier for the Third-Eye — the deeper emotions are necessary and their ability to balance them is key, but when things get heavier, the water gets darker and the visibility of what’s really there, even within the self can become distorted.With the reversed 7 of Wands, Temperance runs Water through Jungkook’s system. Not snuffing out the flames, but cooling the generators that were steaming hot and about to crack.

How Kook Sees Temperance:

4 of Wands (rev.) + 7 of Swords (rev.) + 4 of Cups (rev.)

This is quite funny because all throughout this I’ve been trying to figure out if this is a connection that is already in play on a conscious and physical level, or if I’m just picking up on the inherent soul connection. With these cards it’s like saying, “No, I’m not WAITING for this person, they’re right here! No, I’m not SNEAKING AROUND with this person, they’re right here! No, you’re not MISSING anything, it’s right here!”

I’m thinking more of the Rider-Waite cards with this, so I’ll explain each of them for reference:

The 4 of Wands is connected to higher soul mate connections and soul counterparts with the four wands in the foreground often being seen as 1111 or 11:11, implying parallel paths of development or work that are leading to a point of unification. The two people in the background, within this context, can be considered the souls of the two individuals, already together on another level, waiting to celebrate the physical and conscious level unity. In this case, that would imply that the 4 of Wands says the connection is going to happen, that the paths are parallel but have not crossed yet. With this card reversed, it’s saying, in a very sly way, that this connection has already come to be, this union has already happened, there is no waiting.

The 7 of Swords shows a person sneaking around, specifically stealing swords and doing so in a way that’s going to trip him up. If we consider the potential of Temperance also being in the entertainment industry, there may be a need to keep things quiet, but there is no desire, with the card in reverse, to go unnoticed. The swords are still held by the blade, words, confirmation are still held back, but there is no desire to hide or “sneak around.” This connection is a visible connection to both him and other people.

The 4 of Cups is more externalized, as in you can imagine the floating cup in front of the man with his eyes closed as another version of the 7 of Swords — you’re not missing anything, it’s right in front of you, they are showing this connection, it’s just not making a lot of noise, it’s not being said out loud. When upright, the cup goes unnoticed by the man with his eyes closed, either because he’s meditating and expecting to receive this cup in his own mind, or he’s fallen asleep and hasn’t noticed it. Here, for this, it feels like the man is straight up refusing, crossing his arms, closing his eyes, and shaking his head. It makes me feel a little sad because it’s leaving the hand in the cloud to question, “why did you accept those cups, but you won’t accept ours?”

It’s like they were signaling or trying to slyly put themselves out there, but people refused or maybe even denied the connection in terms of their companies or management refusing a public relationship. On some level people are refusing them while accepting others and it’s very frustrating and confusing, specifically to Jungkook. It seems like, from that higher perspective, Temperance understands it, does not like it but understands it and is more compliant with the idea of needing to sneak or keep things hidden. There actually does seem to be a lot of frustration in this set now that I’m lingering on this one — “No, you’re not MISSING anything, it’s right here!”

In reverse, Jungkook is really like, “I can see this person clear as day, they’re right here, they’re right next to me, why are you acting like you can’t see them? Why are you acting like you can’t see us?”

How Temperance Sees Jungkook:

Knight of Cups + King of Pentacles (rev.)

When it comes to how Tempernace sees Jungkook, there’s an interesting reflection here that seems to relate to Jungkook’s view of Temperance, or more specifically his view of their relationship. When these cards came out, the Knight of Cups was hidden underneath the reversed King of Pentacles. The Knight of Cups is what Temperance knows of Jungkook — the Knight of Cups combined Fire and Water and seems to reflect the “knight in shining armor,” “prince charming” energy in the way they feel to be rescued from their own dark waters, literally swept up on the boat shown in the image.

However, the King of Pentacles in reverse registers as very stubborn, moving from mutable energy (Fire and Water) fully into the space of Fixed Earth energy, double Earth, very hardened and not very receptive. It’s that frustration from his set. It’s like when he’s with Temperance, he’s fully in that fluid state, more at ease and even more mature, but when he’s looking out at the world, looking out at these aspects of restriction, he’s very frustrated and it seems to trigger his ego, potentially triggering the soul in relation to autonomy and being able to live and operate freely under his own rule, literally taking the crown away from the King.

Again, it seems like Temperance is more understanding and receptive to the idea that they have to keep things quiet or reserved for the sake of safety, their careers, and so on. I imagine since Jungkook seems so opposed to it, Temperance is probably thinking more about him than themselves, and that’s probably due to them having been stabbed and strung up already in Concentration. They’ve felt that restriction already in other ways, they’ve had to learn flexibility because of it, and it seems they don’t want Jungkook to have to bend and nearly break like that, and instead wants to kind of set perimeters and then ensure freedom within those parameters, ensure freedom within their connection.

Current State: The Chariot

The current state of their connection being represented by The Chariot is really nice as it showcases that they are in fact on the same path now. With soul counterparts, the parallel paths eventually merge into one higher path that affirms and supports soul purpose, or in their case soul mission. This is not an intersecting path, meaning this seems to be a potentially one and done deal unless they choose to separate on a conscious level. In other words, if it was purely up to their souls to decide, they are together now and will be together until their lifetimes here are over. When one dies, they will stay with the one who is still living until they pass.

Highest Potential:

10 of Wands (rev.) + 10 of Swords (rev.) + 4 of Swords

The highest potential of their connection is genuinely lovely and makes me want to cry a bit. This is all centered around finding peace and being able to rest, either within each other, within this relationship, or this is something they are both building up and will one day be able to fully step into. The two 10s here are the “bad ones,” opposing the peace and fulfillment of the 10 of Pentacles and 10 of Cups. The 10 of Wands is strain and a lot of physical exertion, something that feels very connected to Jungkook’s frustration and urge to perfect himself. The 10 of Swords is about undeniable ends and destruction of reality, seeming to connect back to the swords flying in Concentration, the aspect of being strung up, bound, and abused by others' words and actions toward Temperance. Both of these are reversed showing that the highest potential of their connection involves relief from these burdens.

This is then doubled down on with the 4 of Swords which is literally just about resting after a major upset, relaxing and trying to heal, preparing for what is to come next. It’s a nap for the mind, body, and soul.

Again, this may be something they are already experiencing in small doses with each other, literally finding peace or a place to “nap” within each other, but this could also be something they are trying to build and move toward, creating a permanent state of rest or peace.

This brings to mind, as a kind of end goal, the complete transition of the two reversed 10s here and the upright 10 of Cups and 10 of Pentacles. For the sake of comparison, here are all four cards from the Rider-Waite deck:

Again, the 10 of Wands seems to be connected more to Jungkook and the 10 of Swords is more connected to Temperance. Take notice of how they are alone in those images, while the other two show partners and family, potentially The Tribe. The reversal of these cards feels like being able to find peace and retreat from these energies within each other when they can, but there also feels to be an open space or a desire to make this permanent and create the 10 of Pentacles and the 10 of Cups. You can imagine them on their own as having already both achieved for themselves the 9s of Cups and Pentacles — wish fulfillment and independent success, but the 10s are everlasting and hold matters of legacy and true soul fulfillment.

The 10 of Pentacles is more externalized and has to do with legacy and building up wealth, status, and solid foundations for themselves and their family that can be trusted, that can not be undone or taken away. The 10 of Cups is more internalized and represents absolute bliss, absolute personal, internal happiness and satisfaction with what is there. Both of these cards imply family, marriage, and growing old together.

That's all I have for this one, thanks for reading!

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[mother2monsters]

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I'm trash, but my friend loves it. Not proofread, my bad...

“Love sometimes isn’t enough Hobi. I love you and you love me and we can love each other and not be together. I never want to hold you back or feel like I’m causing you to miss out on life or experiences.  Love doesn’t equal sexual attraction.  It’s ok, we…”

The look in his eyes silenced her mid-speech. 

He’s never looked at her that way. Slowly, she tried to back away to maybe try to give him space and time to let what she was saying sink in. Eventually he had to see that she was right. I mean, a girl can only masturbate so much. But the further away she got, the closer he came towards her.  

The thing with Hobi was when he was mad, you’d know it. He’d raise his voice a little, put some more bass in it. Let it be known. However, this was so far beyond mad, there wasn’t any space left in the room for any other emotion and the rage was so thick in the air she began to get lightheaded. 

Silence as he stalked closer, eyes never leaving hers. 

He didn’t have to raise his voice, the silence of the room was deafening. 

“Strip”.  He commanded in a voice so deep she felt it in her bones, causing her to shiver. 

Filled with indignation, totally disregarding the danger her instincts told her she was in, she tried to push past him as she told him she didn’t want a pity fuck. 

The words are caught in her throat as he wraps his long slender fingers around the column of her neck and squeezes in warning as he pushes her against the wall.   

He never raises his voice. In a harsh whisper he states “Instead of asking me like an adult, you assume you know my reasoning” he pulls a pocketknife out of one of the many pockets in his camo. “You then decide to try to end things with me” he pushes her further into the wall and puts the blade right up under her chin. She’s shaking at this point, realizing he did just finish his service and she has no idea the things he may have endured or suffered through. She tries to plead with him but he silences her with a squeeze to the throat. 

“You are mine. To fuck, to not fuck, to love, to spoil, to take care of…you are mine…”

Slowly he drags the blade from her throat to her shirt and down her chest ripping the fabric as he goes. 

“You wanted to see the man behind the mask, you wanted to know why I haven’t touched you yet, why I haven’t gorged myself on your cum, fucked you until all you know is how to scream my name…well you’re about to find out….color?”

Taken aback, the word green flies from her mouth before her brain could catch up and at that utterance, he kisses her so passionately he steals her breath. Then he glares, “strip before I cut off the rest”. 

Shaking she removes the leggings she was wearing and her favorite pair of boy shorts.   He picks her up underneath her thighs and walks her to the bed gently lying her down. If it wasn’t for the look in his eyes, she’d think they were about to make love. 

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Wonho (원호)

[innsanex]

FIREWORKS

Summary: it’s the last day of summer you decide to invite your next door neighbor who you became friends with to come to the beach with you to watch the fireworks… the night ended with you doing more than just watching

Bimbo!xreader , non-idol au!xjeonjungkook, dilf!xjeonjungkook

Warning: cum eating , breeding kink , nipple play (reader has nipple piercings too ^_^ ) , ass slapping , p in the v , size kink , hand kink , dirty thoughts , pervert kookie , bratty reader ^^ ,, sex tape , , dom!jk , sub!reader, jealous koobi

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it was the last day of summer and it was very hot so you decided to go the beach with your neighbor that you became very good friends with over the month.

You learned so much about him, you found out that he had a son and been struggling lately so you decided why not bring him to the beach with you. You really wanted for his adorable son to come but sadly his mom picked him up earlier before you arrived knocking on jungkook’s door.

“So you mean to tell my you never tried meant ice cream?” You ask jungkook as y’all both are currently walking to his car to head to the beach.

“Now that I think of it.. I probably have but I bet you it was a long time of ago because I really don’t even remember if I like it or not” you giggle at his response and it makes jungkook smile. Just being around you is a fresh of breath air for jungkook he was going through a lot with his baby mama this morning and genuinely needed to step out of the house today so he is glad that you asked him to tag along with you.

while jungkook is driving to the beach you admire his facial features and how his face is perfectly sculpted and carved as if God took a very good time on perfecting him. You move down to his chest to see he is wearing a black shirt that seems too tight on him because you can see his biceps and chest peeking out of his shirt asking to be revealed already. You feel heat start to flood between your thighs wants you land on his hands.. wondering how they will fill gripping around your throat or inside your cunt. Before you can even get to his legs you hear your name being called.

“[…]?” you hear jungkook say your name in confusion. “Huh? I’m sorry did you say something? I wasn’t paying attention I’m sorry.”

jungkook laughs he noticed that you was staring at him the whole time, he’s not gonna say anything he’s just gonna give you his infamous little smirk.

“I was saying that we made it the beach.” you finally recollect your thoughts and realize that you guys are finally parked outside of the beach. So this means you been staring at him for the whole ride??? Embarrassing

“Oh right! Well let’s go have some fun.” You say trying to enlighten the mood to remove the awkward tension in the car. You hop out with your beach bag and look at your self in your camera to make sure your hair and makeup looks good, your currently wearing a coverup over your swimsuit since you know at night the beach can get cold.

As soon as y’all find y’all seats jungkook is practically tearing off his clothes and jumping into the water. He asked you to join him but your response will always be “I don’t wanna get my hair wet.” “I’m reading right now” or “my makeup looks to good for it to be ruined kookie.”

And at all those responses all jungkook did was laugh because he was gonna get you in the water either way.

“Cmon [..] just tie your hair up and come in the water with me. You don’t even gotta swim for real, it’s the beach you can stand in the water with me.” jungkook is standing over you with his shirt fully off hair wet all over his face and a ray of sun light landing on his chest. He looks so unreal right now. Although your eyes is strained on his body your ears listen to the question he asked you, would it really hurt just to get in the water?? No. I mean I did wear a cute swimsuit why put it to waste when there’s so cute guys out here today.

“I guess your right kooki. I’ll get in the water with you but I will not swim because I really don’t wanna get my hair so please don’t splash me neither.” You say as you get up to remove your swimsuit cover up just to reveal a cute swimsuit set underneath.

jungkook feels like a perv for staring and admiring your body… but at the same time he also doesn’t wanna look away. Your perky boobs are basically spilling from your swimsuit top and he can clearly see that you got hello kitty nipple piercings. He moved down to your legs, the way the sun is hitting them tells him that before y’all got the the beach you oiled up your legs, your swimsuit bottom barely covers up the little hickey on your inner thigh which makes him frown a little. He knows your not his but the thought of another man hands on your body and pleasing you other than him hurts him.

Jungkook continues to stare at you and when you turn over to bend down to apply sun screen to your thighs he can see how perfect your ass is rounded. It’s so big and the skin looks so soft that he just wants to hold it and grip it until he falls asleep every night. As he continues to stare at your ass he eyes trails down to your Pussy, and as he said last time the swimsuit bottoms seem like they aren’t your best friend today he can basically see your pussy. This causes jungkook to move behind you.

Once your done applying sunscreen you feel someone pushing up against your backside. You almost stumbled over and fell on your face in the sun if jungkook didn’t wrap his arm around your waist to catch you in time. You blush at the feeling of his bulge rubbing against your ass, is he doing this on purpose???

You turn around quickly and smile at him. “Let’s go into the water. The fireworks are finna start soon and I don’t wanna miss them”

"fuck..[..]" jungkook groans out as your head bobs up and down on his cock. he grabs your cute little pony tail and yanks your head up off of him so he can get a good view of your fucked out face. "you look so cute baby.." "please~ jungkook fuck me." jungkook grins at you begging him to fuck you.

jungkook lays you on your back and puts your legs over his shoulders. before jungkook gives you head he admires your fat pussy,its puffy and leaking arousal just from you giving him head. jungkook finally latches his tongue agaisnt your clit and it feels like your about to explode. your eyes roll all the way back to your head and your brain feels foggy and cloudy you cant even think straight.

"fuck princess your pussy is sweet" jungkook's tongue enters your cunt and he starts fucking you with his tongue. your pussy starts to clench onto his tongue which lets him know your finna cum. he stops and comes up from between your thighs. "what the fuck kookie. i was close to cumming why did you move?" you was confused on why moved espically since you was finna orgasm and now he ruined it and the feeling between your thighs feels itchy for a chance to cum.

jungkook laughs at you. "i didnt want you to cum from my tongue. i wanted you cum on my dick first." he practically yanked your body and postion you to be on all 4's. he gets behind your ass and you feel a sharp pain on your ass indicating that somone just spanked you.

jungkook rubs his dick againts your slit, you whine and wiggle your hips so he can enter your pussy already. he slaps your ass "wait a minute princess" he laughs.

"I-" just as you was about to say something jungkooks slams his hips agaisnt your ass causing you to let out a sharp gasp. "mmngh~ fuckkkk jungkook omg." you start to see stars at this point. jungkook gets an idea and pulls his phone out to go the camera app and hit record. he turns his flash on to get a good view of your ass and pussy.

he puts the phone down so it would get a good look at of where you both connect at. sounds of skin slapping and moans coukd be heard in the car. if anybody walks by and see the car rocking back nd forth they would know action is getting done in this car.

"fuckk~ princess throw that ass back on me" you day as he say and you start fucking him back. jungkook groans and his hands go towards your breast and he flicks your nipples with fingers. you moan out letting him know that your sensetive there. "fuck~mnghh kookie im finna cum..." you scream out to him. jungkook starts going faster,"im finna cum to.fuckkkk~ima cum all in this pussy. wanna have my babies hm?? want your cute ass to walk around my house carrying my child." just his words make you cum. your legs shaked and you fell forward on the seats out of breath.

jungkook slips out of your groaning at the lost of the warmth and comofrt. both of yall bodys jump up at the sound of a loud bang. "what the fuck was that?" jungkook grabs his pants and throws it on him to get out the car to check what happend just to be met with a bunch of fireworks shooting into the sky. he smiles at thought of you since you wanted to see them so bad, "[..}." he calls your name out and you cover yourself up with your swimsuit cover up and go where he standing at. you look up and see a pink fire work shoot up into the sky making you feel all happy inside and glad you didnt miss it.

you felt two pair of arms wrap around your shoulders and you smile up at jungkook. "i forgot to thank you for taking me to the beach, but i am so glad you invited me. this is the most fun i ever had, and also thank you for giving me the best time in the car as well." he gives you a cocky smile. you punch his arm and smile,"shut up. and im glad you came with me. i didnt want to go alone at all and i was hoping mingi would come with.. but its all good i had fun with you today" yall both face each other and stare at each other for a whole 2 minutes untill jungkook grips your face and smashes his lips onto yours.

FIREWORKS pop into the air. mutiple going off letting yall know that those was the final FIREWORKS tonight.

Yall finally pull away from eachother and he says the words that you wish you can hear him say a thousand times. "I love you [..]." he gives you one last peck before yall head home for tonight. "I love you too jungkook."

THE END

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[ningfly]

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

[femdomlieeh]

Riding your thigh (m)

Sub!Monsta X ✧ Dom!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS—nsfw ✧ thigh-riding ✧ praising ✧ degrading ✧ dirty talk ✧ mentions of spanking, breath play & oral sex ✧ BDSM ✧ pet names (mommy, babyboy, puppy, princess)

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[A/N.] This is unedited and I wrote this a long time ago but I want to prioritize my time and energy on writing new fics instead like

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이호석 / wonho

Wonho's cheeks would puff up, as well as redden at your words. He likes it when you introduce new positions, and in return always acts all innocent with a flustered reaction as if he never knew those types of positions existed — but it's just an act. His cutie-like self would not question you at all; he'd smile and get on your lap without a word. To add more effect to his angel acting he'd maybe ask you about directions.

But once he got to action he no longer seemed like an innocent angel who didn't know what thigh-riding was. His hips would be grinding very seducingly — as if it were an erotic dance he'd practice for months — and his hands would be on your shoulders so there would be space between you so you could see him. He'd love to get praised. Praises would be motivating. This boy would love it so much he'd continue riding you even after cumming if you allowed him to. His stamina comes in handy.

"Should I take my clothes off or keep them on, Mami?"

After your answer he got on your thigh and sat down, ready for fun time.

"Am I doing this right, Mami?" he asked innocently, fully knowing he was a pro, because he wanted praise.

He will not admit that he's a dirty boy. No way. He'll still act like he's too pure to know what thigh-riding is, but every time he gets back on your lap he proves your theory of him being a freak to be true. Despite craving to ride your thigh again, he'll wait for you to tell him to do it instead of asking you. If you want to mess with him you can refrain from ever bringing it up. If you rile him up enough his innocent bubble might burst and he'll beg to get on your though again. Innocent angel? Pfft.

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 손현우 / shownu

Hyunwoo's a softie, but he likes it rough. He knows that if he ever were to ride your thighs he wouldn't be able to go any different. Thus he'd be worried of actually getting off too hard on your thighs :C He'd be blushy and try to slow down, even if it wasn't enjoyable for him. You'd have to encourage him and grab his hips and physically make him ride your thigh harder and faster. After a while of seeing that you're completely fine, he'd get more comfortable and let loose of the tension he was previously feeling. The effort he'd put into it would be shocking since he's so shy and 'innocent'.

"B-But, Mama," he stuttered as his cheeks reddened.

"But what, Babybear?"

"I-I don't wanna hurt you," he looked down insecurely.

"You've been such a good boy this week, you deserve to get off on my thigh. Now listen to Mama and ride, okay?"

"Ye-Yes, Mama."

In the future, he would get flustered even at the mere mention of the first time he had ridden your thigh. And because of the embarrassment, he won't have the courage to ask you to do it again. If you asked him to do it again, however, he'd gladly do it (still blushing as if it were his first time, of course). He'd say he'd do it 'because he's a good boy', but the truth is that he had wanted to do it again ever since the first time.

Progressively, he'd feel more easy-going about it, and would muster up the courage to ask you if he could do it again. He'd be stuttering during the little speech that he had prepared beforehand and his face'd become red if you allow him to. Thigh-riding will only be occasional because it's his guilty pleasure and he feels abashed about asking you — but he'll give his all any time he does it. Take the first step for his sake.

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이민혁 / minhyuk

Minhyuk is the human version of a puppy. He would get on your lap and hump you like there was no tomorrow. Boy has no shame and is always up for the dirty.

"Get on my lap."

"Okayyy~" he sang cutely.

Baam! In a second he was sitting comfortably on your lap like you ordered.

"Now ride it, Puppy."

He grinned.

"Okay, Mommyyy~"

Not caring enough to take time to dedress when he's horny, he'd be the one to do it fully clothed. You would maybe need to slow him down, because his great excitement would make him go crazy on your thigh. Guide him through it.

If he doesn't listen to you, give him a spank and he'll be sure to listen. After a while into it, he'd take off his shirt or drag down his collar so you could give him some hickeys. Your attention and affection is important to him. Your hands guiding and caressing his body, your lips and teeth nibbling on his purple skin would be the only way to get him to cum.

"This is so much fun, Mommy," he moaned and arched his back at the sensation.

He threw his head further back to give you more access to his neck. Panting, he managed to say what he wanted the most during that moment: "M-Mark me, Mommy. Please, please, please—"

He will act like such an adorable and good boy for you if it means that he can ride your thigh in the end. From calling you Mommy in sweet scenarios to giving you head without wanting anything in return — he'll do everything to prove that he deserves it. He'll love to do it randomly too. Imagine watching a movie with him on your lap and he suddenly starts grinding slowly on you and whimpers out pleads.

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유기현 / kihyun

Kihyun's eyes would pop out. He'd be shocked people even do that, because he's a pure, holy child of God. It wouldn't take long until the stupefaction would turn into shyness. He'd be so flustered and ask you if he heard you right just to make sure his brain hadn't messed with him. Oh boy would he become even redder after you confirmed he'd heard you right. You'd have to lead him through the whole process or else he'd just sloppily ride you with insecure thoughts hunting him. In a very foreign situation like this one he'd need you to tell him what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

He'd be very obedient and would flush at any compliment you gave him, but on the inside he'd feel very sexy and confident in himself at the praising. By the end of it he'd be back to being pure and holy and would deny that it was indeed very pleasant to ride your thigh. But when you two'd go to sleep that night he wouldn't be able to stop thinking of it as he reluctantly smiled.

"You want me to w-wHat?"

"Ride my thigh."

"A-Are you for sure?"

"Yes. Now."

"I— Uhm— Okay—"

Sheepishly he followed through your command.

"Good boy."

"T-Thank you, M-Mommy."

He will never admit that it feels good. The only time he ever could go against himself and actually admit he was into it will be when he's very, very, very needy for your thigh — which is very rare. But you could also find out that he's into it if you find him watching thigh-riding porn, which by the way would result in him not being able to look you in the eyes for at least a week. It'll be better for you both if he himself tells you that he likes it. And if he does decide to tell you one day, he'll expect you guys to start doing it often.

✧✧✧... ✧ ...✧✧✧

채형원 / hyungwon

Hyungwon would get on your lap and look you in the eyes confidently. He's often sassy and shit, but in the bedroom his missions are to impress you and satisfy you — he'd still be a power bottom, but he'd be a nice, not-too-bratty one. You'd have to grab his butt with one hand and choke him with the other, or else he'd physically bring your hands to where they should be. If you called him something other than Princess he'd tell you off. He's the definition of thigh-riding Princess. Since he wants to be a good Princess he'd need you to tell him he is one.

If you didn't praise him enough he'd think he didn't do good. But he wouldn't become sad about it, instead he'd ask you for guidance. By the end of the session he'd be tired and want the Princess treatment — cuddle him and let him sleep on top of you.

"Wanna take a ride?" you asked and patted your thigh.

"Of course, Mommy."

He made his way to you and plumped down on you, putting his ass out in an arch.

"This—" he looks down at your lap and up into your eyes, "—This is my throne."

He will start sitting on your lap more often. Both because he wants some lovey-dovey time and because he wants come touchy-touchy time. If it's the latter he wants, he'll move a little against you to send you signals of what mood he is in, even if it makes him a bad Princess. Another occasion he'd sit on your lap would be when he's jealous and wants to show that he obviously is your Princess. Back to the thigh-riding, he'll make it your routine to do it at least once a week, because it's his favorite form of masturbation.

✧✧✧✧... ✧ ...✧✧

이주헌 / joohoney

Jooheon would love the idea as soon as it went past your lips. He's always up for anything Mommy wants. But he'd feel like he needed to put on a show for you and would thereof feel pressured to be good enough for you. Confidentally, he'd get on your thigh, but when it came to actually riding you thigh he wouldn't be as confident since it's his first time doing it on you.

He'd try his best and be as cute for you as possible, moaning out your name, telling you how much he appreciates you, pecking your neck as he hides in it — everything to prove to you that he loves you. If you say something filthy in return he'd keep his head on your shoulder and wouldn't look at you for a while out of embarrassment. If you praised him cutely, however, he'd get giggly and encouraged to continue showing how much of a good boy he is for you. He'd be so exhausted after he cummed, because of how much work he put into it. You better give him nice aftercare.

"Your thigh is so nice, Mommy," he whimpered out.

"You're doing so good, Honey. Only you can look this pretty riding my thigh."

With deeper dimples from smiling, he fastened his pace.

At first he'll only do it if you encourage him to, because then he knows you like it too. Eventually after you've requested to do it a couple more times, he'll become confident and start surprising you every now and then. It'll both be sexy and cutie time. He'll be able to make thigh-riding cute with his small whines at your praises and with his fluffy hair sticking to his forehead. If you don't cuddle afterwards he'll become pouty and cross his arms until you hug and kiss him.

✧✧✧✧✧... ✧ ...✧

임창견 / i.m

Changkyun would be like 'finally she asked me'. Like this is something he's wanted to do for so long. No matter how cute he is, he is not innocent at all. Just the thought of rubbing himself against your thigh, whilst looking into your eyes, and moaning for you turns him on. He'd be a little bratty at first, because you didn't want to do it earlier on in the relationship.

Out of all the boys he'd be the one most likely to ask you if you two could do it. Anyway, he'd be a soft boy and would want affection such as kissing, touching, or just praising words, from you at all times. He'd also love it if you helped him by keeping your hands on his hips or if you grinded your thigh up against him. After cumming he'd stop being whiny and would instead be fully satisfied.

"Took you long enough, Mommy."

"What do you mean?"

"I basically live on your lap. I want to be on your lap all the time, Mommy. Whether it's for cuddling or humping," he whined and pouted dramatically with crossed arms.

"Come here, my Babyboy," you said and opened your arms for him.

He kept arms crossed but still listened to you.

"Show me what you want to do on my thigh," you whispered and pecked his pout.

His pout turned into a dimpled smile.

"Okay then, Mommy," he whined softly.

Oh how he was going to enjoy every single moment of it.

He'll ask you to do it again for sure. He's very submissive and baby-like and isn't ashamed of himself or his sexual preferences. If you denied him he'd be all pouty and whiny, and would complain along the lines of 'But I've been a good boy~' and 'Why not, Mommy? I thought you loved me.' Let him ride you for fuck's sake. He's a good boy and he deserves it. He also deserves the best cuddle sessions afterwards.

✧✧✧✧✧✧... ✧ ...

❝ And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too

(...)

Went for me, and not her

'Cause girls your age know better ❞

—olivia isabel rodrigo; 2023

[katnisspeetaprim]

Broad Day Light

Min Yoongi/Reader

Im so sorry if this is bad. i haven't had time to properly edit this. I've been sick again recently, but I wanted to get at least something out for you guys!

Warnings: Injury, crowds, anxiety, established relationship, idol!au

Word Count: 1203 M.list

Walking down a busy street in the middle of the day shouldn’t have been an anxiety inducing task, but here you are. That’s all it’s felt like these days.

You and Yoongi went public a few years ago and paparazzi and sasaeng’s had mostly started to leave you alone after a few months, just the odd personal space invader here and there, but you learnt to live with the new found attention.

Fast forwards to 2023 and Yoongi’s solo tour was well under way. With a world tour came massive media attention, and with media attention, came paparazzi.

You weren’t famous, so having people run up to you with cameras was a surreal experience.

You tried your best to shield your face, but it was to no avail as the group of photographers bolted towards you from across the road.

‘Y/N! Over here!’

‘Are you going to any of the shows!?’

The group of men had effectively blocked your path, not allowing you to leave.

‘Please let me through. I have somewhere to be...’ You mumbled and wrapped your arms round yourself as you kept your head down and away from the cameras. You started forcing your way forwards.

‘Y/N! Yoongi and Halsey have been acting close! Did something happen between them!? Is that why you aren’t on tour with him?’ You know you shouldn’t dignify these people with a response, but the gall of implying that Yoongi would cheat on you with someone that had become a good friend to the both of you... It was enough to make you rage.

‘Of course not! They are good friends, now let me through- Ah!’ As you forcefully pushed your way through the crowd, you didn’t realise how close you were to the curb.  Your ankle rolled, causing you to topple over into the road.

Your hands, arms and knees were all scratched up, along with a twisted ankle. At least no cars were coming so you wouldn’t get run over. Though that seemed like a more preferable situation than the one you were currently in.

‘AH!’ You shakily sat up and grabbed your ankle, causing you to hiss out in pain.

‘Please just leave me alone!’ You screamed out and swiped out at the paparazzi circling round you.

‘Hey that’s assault! She just tried to hit me!’ One of the men shouted out, trying to garner sympathy with his fellow low lives.

You were all but breaking down into a full blown panic attack, when all of a sudden you felt a wave of hope flow through you when you heard the shouts of police officers approaching the scene.

‘Hey! What’s going on here? Out of the way!’ They pushed through the crowd and one knelt next to you, whilst the other two pushed back the group, ultimately threatening arrests if they didn’t dispurse.

‘Miss? Are you ok? Are you hurt?’

‘My ankle- I think it’s twisted!’ You whimpered, trying to hold back your tears.

‘Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the hospital.’

Hours later and you were finally able to go home. With a lot of help from your best friend, you were now sat in your living room, feeling sorry for yourself with your poor ankle all wrapped up.

The scraped that littered your limbs weren’t too bad, just a little sore. Stories had hit the web pretty much immediately, along with plenty of videos of the incident, filmed by multiple people.

With any luck, Yoongi would be too busy to even think about going online...

-Incoming video call from Yoongles-

Ah well. There goes that idea.

After a slight hesitation, you pushed the green answer button.

Yoongi suddenly appeared on screen. He’d clearly changed out of his concert gear and was now clad in comfy sweat pants and a jumper.

And he looked pissed.

‘Hey Yoongi...’ You trailed off, trying to sound normal.

‘Seriously? You going to pretend nothing happened?’ He stared at you in disbelief.

‘You should have called me when it happened!’ He continued on, raising his voice ever slightly.

You looked away from the screen, feeling guilty that you tried to keep it from him. Of course he would see the articles, so it was pointless to even try.

‘I’m sorry...’

Yoongi  took in your defeated appearance and groaned internally for adding more upset to your already stressful day.

‘No, I’m sorry for shouting. When I saw what happened, I just got so angry.’ He paused for a moment before shaking his head. ‘You got hurt because of me...’

‘Yoongi no!’ You sat up straighter, trying to reassure him. ‘This isn’t your fault. At all!’

He nodded slowly, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t believe you.

‘I’m going to send you the number for one of our bodyguards. If you need to go somewhere, get him to drive you.

Yoongi suddenly moved the phone in his hands. He was clearly texting you.

You couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend.

‘Yoongi! I’m sure they have better things to do than look after me!’ His message however, had already pinged on your phone.

‘You got attacked in broad daylight Y/N. Seems pretty serious to me.’ Yoongi deadpanned as he stared you right in the eyes.

The smile fell from your face. You couldn’t argue with the fact that you would feel a lot safer with someone escorting you...

‘I won’t be going anywhere for a while. My ankle is all screwed up.’ You joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.

You didn’t get to see Yoongi often these days, given how in demand he was. The last thing you wanted to do with your precious time together was be miserable.

Yoongi smirked mischievously.

‘Maybe you’ll stay out of trouble then.’ You drew back in mock offense.

‘Excuse me!?’ Where has the compassion gone to?’

‘I’m sure you’ll survive.’ He said, trying to hold back his smirk.

You couldn’t hold back and began to laugh for the first time that day.

‘I wish I could be there for you’ Yoongi suddenly spoke over your laughter. You immediately went quiet, knowing that Yoongi was still upset by the days events.

‘It’s ok. This is enough, for now.’ You smiled gently and gestured towards the phone screen separating the two of you.

‘Remind me again why you couldn’t come with me?’ Yoongi groaned and slumped back in his chair.

‘You know why. I couldn’t get off work.’ You giggled as you also snuggled down into your chair.

He frowned before once again beginning to type on his phone.

‘What’s wrong?’ You enquired curiously.

‘I’m not there, but Tae will be close by tomorrow. I’m sending him to check on you.’

‘Oh my god!’ You exclaimed with a laugh. ‘I can’t convince you I’m fine can I?’

‘Definitely not.’

You and Yoongi spent a long time on call together that night, making the most of every moment.

It was only after ending the call for the night, did you notice Taehyung had sent you a message.

Hey noona! Hope you are ready for a home spa day tomorrow!

P.S, Please tell Yoongi-hyung I made you happy... He’ll kill me if I fail!

[bangtanfanfiction]

support system → jhs (M)

Based on Hobi’s appearance at the 2022 MAMA awards bcs I’m missing him. 

M.List

♢ Pairing: Idol!Hoseok x Idol female!Reader

♢ Word count: 4.6k

♢ Genre: Idol AU, fluff, smut, comfort, established relationship   �� - Warnings: swearing, male oral sex, sub/dom tones, dirty talk 

⌲ Description: You’re the support system Hoseok needs in times of uncertainty without his members. And you make sure he knows it. 

not proof read. 

Hoseok felt out of place. 

He was alone where he would usually be surrounded by his six members, each with their own ways of comforting him and making it more bearable, and it was an awkward and anxious feeling alone. The only helpful part was that he wasn’t the only solo artist attending and had someone familiar to speak to.  

But other than being the 5%, the rest were all the hottest and youngest groups to grace the current K-pop industry. And where he knew most of them by name out of courtesy, it didn’t go any further than that. 

As his stomach continued to flutter, there was a moment he thought he would need to get off the stage and just take a moment to himself until he saw his saving grace. You. 

You were walking up the steps to the seating area, your tight sitting and sparkling dress with the exposed leg drawing all the attention as you were oblivious to it, concentrating on talking to a staff member explaining the seating plan as you nodded along. 

His eyes dragged down your body slowly and appreciatively, grateful for the glasses hiding his suddenly impure thoughts. 

There was no doubt you were beautiful. You always were to him. But it was the oozing confidence that you owned in your own skin. Hoseok met female idols on a daily, it came with the job, and as beautiful as all of them were with how the standards were set, you were a shining diamond among them all. 

You had always been outspoken and fearless against the restrictions of a patriarchal and man-dominated culture such as South Korea. You refused to bow down to the sneers of the general public when it came to your state of dress, body image, and the color of your natural skin without being assisted by whitening products. 

His butterflies calmed down as he straightened out his blazer and stood up, making his way surely towards you, ignoring the piercing stares of curiosity from his fellow idols, as they tried to act nonchalantly. 

It was adorable, Hoseok thought. Many of them were nearly ten years his junior either in age or as new rookies, and were rigidly reminded about the strict rules about idols of the different sex interacting. And here he was showcasing the absolute opposite with no shits to give to the higher-ups.

As if they could touch him anyway. 

Your fleeting, yet bright smile met his eyes in acknowledgment as he stopped beside you, hand finding its natural place low on your back as you turned your attention back to the conversation and he waited patiently. 

“Hey,” you finally turned to him, eyes crinkling in the corners as your attention was solely on him. 

“Hey,” Hoseok tried his best to not shut the rest of the world out as he looked down. “You look breathtaking.”

The way your nose scrunched up was the only indication you gave away of your shyness at the compliment. 

Wordlessly he led you towards the couch, as you greeted the rest of the artists already seated with polite bows along the way. With Hoseok seated on the end, you settled down beside him, thighs pressing against each other as you crossed your legs. 

His arm settled on the back of the hardened seat, close enough for his hand to brush against your bare skin on purpose. A habit he did often to simply touch you without crossing the line in public. 

You leaned into his side without fear nor shame, with your relationship public for quite a while now despite appearances together being rare, Hoseok had never been shy to showcase his love for you on Instagram with cute daily stories of your dates and dedicated posts of candid photos. 

“Babe.”

“Hm?” Hoseok’s hum was distracted as your smirk widened, eyes never straying away from watching the staff prepare last-minute details before the show started. 

“Stop staring at my boobs, there are minors here,” your words were only heard by the two of you. 

The way he huffed out a small laugh confirmed your suspicions. He couldn’t help the fact that your dress gave your bosom a generous cleavage which he had full advantage of admiring from his taller perspective with you leaning against him. 

“Minors who are old enough to understand the sight of a man admiring his significant other,” he shrugged shamelessly. “It’s not like I’m doing anything illegal.”

With those words, he took your hand in his own and lifted it to press a quick kiss against the back of it as proof. As much as you wanted to, there was no way you were able to ignore the gasps and shrieks of the audience that was watching the artist section with rapid attention. All you could do was pretend not to notice as you gave him a mock glare and light reprimanded slap against his chest. 

“You own no fear, Jung Hoseok,” you shook your head. 

“Says Miss Fuck-The-Patriarchy.”

The proud tug of your lips was poorly hidden as both of you shared a small laugh at the memories of one of your most well-known quotes from a live stream. 

“Hmm. They had it coming,” was your nonchalant answer. “When’s your performance scheduled for again?” 

“Near the end.”

“Biggest for last, huh.”

His nudge against your side made you both chuckle to yourselves. It was always your favorite pastime to tease him and the other members of their superstar status. You had done it when they first debuted in America when it still seemed like a farfetched joke. Now it had become a reality.

You had never expected anything to come out of your long-time friendship with each other. But then one day it just did. Neither of you had planned or initiated feelings first. It just naturally blossomed into something more and was readily accepted during your usual night walks together to escape the crazy life of entertainment. 

Both of you couldn’t be happier if you asked.

Fame and public scrutiny were already tiring to begin with. But with each other, there was understanding for things normal people might not have understood. So there was a comfort in being in the same industry together and not getting mad about the crazy work hours each had to endure.

“It feels weird,” Hoseok’s low mutter admitted to you as he glanced around.

“It does.” You easily agreed, a comforting hand placed on his thigh. “It’s a new era.”

“Who would have thought?” He chuckled, but you heard the sad bitterness in it. “It seemed like forever away not long ago.”

You knew his feelings didn’t come from jealousy or malicious intent. With Jin’s upcoming enlistment only days away and each of the members preparing for their own in different ways, Hoseok had felt like it was a certain goodbye. To you and his family and friends. 

You silently supported him through it. Because despite it all, this was a journey you couldn’t help him with, only being by his side whenever he needed you to. 

This is also why you made sure to attend all the same events together for extra measure. 

“At least we bring the fun,” Your lips tug up into a slight smirk.

“You mean the scandal?” He returned the look with a tilt of his brow.

“How can it be a scandal if everyone already knows, my love?” You stated, hand coming up to scrape a nail teasingly down his jaw before patting his chest as you felt him give a shiver.

“It might turn into one if you don’t stop teasing me,” He mutters as you giggle.

“Lighten up, okay?” You finally said, this time a genuine softness to your words to put him at ease. It worked, his tense shoulders easing a bit against you.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to bring down the mood today. I guess it’s just weird without the others here.”

“I get it,” Smiling you treaded your fingers through his, resting it on his lap. “They’re your family.”

“So are you.”

Although your heart swelled at his declaration, you only squeezed his hand in gratitude. “But I haven’t been with you since the beginning. That’s a deep bond you can never change.”

Hoseok sighed, nodding. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

With that, his need for intimacy and comforting touches clearly rose as the arm resting behind your shoulders tightened, pulling you even closer to him if possible. A little more and you would end up on his lap. Not that you doubted he would care. 

All the boys had come to a point in their career where they longer gave a fuck about what the public had to say about them. Fans and company included. Some of them were still strict on the privacy of their love lives, but Hoseok had caved in quite early on - his excuse being the need to show you off for everyone without shame. 

How could one say no after that?

It wasn’t until after his performance that you noticed his tension returned gradually, and you were well aware of why. The biggest awards were swept clean by BTS, with two of them being for just Hoseok himself. 

Award after award, you watched with a grin as he thanked the audience, fans, company and fellow artists for all the support. You both thought the last of it with the Artist of Year award usually closing up the show, but then were surprised yet again with a new award made just for your favorite seven boys. 

Your keen eyes noticed quickly during the last Daesang introduction that your boyfriend was getting emotional, or at least feeling the immense pressure of their status as BTS. 

That was why the moment BTS was called up as expected, you watched proudly as Hoseok took a second in his seat to take it all in before standing up. 

His eyes flickered to yours and before he chickened out from all the attention, he pulled you into an intimate hug in front of everyone, hands low on your waist as your own wrapped themselves around his neck for a short, loving moment. At the last moment, he leaned in to place a peck on the corner of your mouth before stepping away towards the main stage. 

Several eyes had widened, some squeals as well as hollers of encouragement from the younger artists. 

You continued to act as if nothing happened, trying to at least. But the flush that was spreading across your face was hardly hidden from anyone who paid attention. 

You thought that was the end of any attention on you. 

“I want to thank one more person.” 

You felt the stares burning into your skin, cameras turning as the blush came anew. 

“Where BTS and ARMY have been my mountain of support, this person has been my anchor. The one to keep me afloat whenever I felt like drowning. The one to love and support me through all my anger, stress, and sadness. But also the one to always keep me on my toes.” He added the last one with a teasing tilt as light laughter rang out. 

Your eyes were watering. Doing your damn best to keep the waterfall back as your listened to his heartfelt devotion to you. 

“Y/N, some might call us young and stupid no matter how old we are. But I know for certain you are the one for me, you have been since day 1. I love you so much, I don’t even have the right words to tell you right now. Thank you.”

Your face showed up on camera just as you blew a kiss with your hands in his direction, cheeks slightly blotchy and watering eyes, mouthing a soundless ‘I Love You’ as his grin widened. 

It felt like forever before you found yourself in Hoseok’s arms again, this behind the stage as both of you were ushered away while the encore was ongoing. You nearly bowled him over in your haste to simply touch him as he stumbled back a step before balancing himself with a low chuckle. 

“I love you so much, baby,” Your whisper was croaking with emotion just as he caught your lips into a slow, loving caress. 

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

+

“Baby, are you hungry?” Hoseok welcomed the feeling of pure relief as he took off all his accessories and the heavy leather coat, organizing them carefully on the table and hanging up the clothing on a hanger to give it back to the styling team tomorrow. 

He had noticed your quick retreat into the bathroom, probably to scrub away all the makeup and grime which he knew was your favorite part to the end of a long day such as these.

“I can order some room service if you want to,” He continued talking, unbuckling his belt while carefully slipping off his designer shoes. “Maybe some pasta or dessert? I’m craving something sweet after that performance.”

“Yeah, I could do with some dessert.” Your reply came softly from behind him, although lacking the fervor you usually had when he suggested to get some sweets late at night.  

“Ugh, thank god, I think my body needs some sugar after today,” Hoseok laughed, turning around only to choke on it as he coughed.

Fuck. 

Shit. He must be in heaven. Or hell. 

Because you were looking like you were sent from the heavens to torture him.

A black lacy ensemble of lingerie encasing your curves must have been laced with the devil’s poison itself with how transfixed he was taking it all in.

A lace bralette softly covering your chest with a matching thong and garter belt encasing your waist. The stockings running up your legs and strapped firmly by your thighs making his throat dry as he took in the same heels you still wore from earlier. 

You were a wet dream come true. 

And you damn well knew it with the smirk on your face as you stepped towards him. “Cat got your tongue, baby?” 

“What?”

The smirk widened at his nonsense answer. His eyes never strayed from your body as he tried to imprint the image in his brain.

You were right in front of him now, fingers playing with the lapels of his now unbuttoned shirt and hanging loosely down his frame, the belt still hanging on his hips. 

“I’m still in the mood for some dessert, aren’t you?” 

“Whatever you say, baby,” His dazed muttering made you let out an airy laugh, giving him one firm push as he stumbled back a step only to meet the edge of the bed and stumbling down, elbows pushing him up to never lose sight of you. 

"Aren’t you gonna ask me what kind of dessert?” You damn well near purred, slowly creeping your way up along his body, hand teasing his expanse of exposed skin raising goosebumps along the way until your face was hovering inches above his.

“What kind of dessert?” He murmured, dark brown eyes locking with your own, flickering down to your lips. 

“My favorite kind.” 

With that you pressed a firm yet teasing kiss against his lips, leaving him to chase after you as you put a stern hand on his shoulder to push him back down before stepping off the bed and down on your knees between his spread legs. 

He had already done half the job by unbuckling the belt. Distracting him with the press of your lips against the soft surface of his stomach, his abs tensed along with the deep breaths he took before relaxing. 

Hoseok was already half hard as you palmed him, his silent groan vibrating through his whole body before pulling down his underwear for enough access to his whole cock. 

Without hesitation you started at the base, wrapping your hand around his length and rubbing him firmly as he sighed above you, fingers curling into fists by his sides. 

Keeping an eye on his face, you watched while leaning in, sucking the tip of his cock into your mouth, tongue swirling against the slit as Hoseok’s head fell back with a soft moan. Slim, large hands automatically found leverage on your head as you took him deeper, gently moving up and down as your own hands moved to palm his balls - causing his soft moans to turn into guttural groans, veins in his neck straining. 

Feeling the tenseness of his whole body you pulled away, as his eyes snapped open, neck craning to look at you, protest clear in his mouth. 

“Relax, baby” You grinned at him. “This is my gift for you, so enjoy it.”

“You’re gonna be death of me.” Hoseok huffed out a laugh, voice slightly choked as your hand never stopped moving on his length. 

“Wait,” his voice was deliciously hoarse, a darker rumble that went straight down to your own throbbing pussy. You watched fondly as he stretched backward to grab the closest hotel pillow and handed it to you. 

He had barely settled back on the bed before you gripped him tighter, tongue already making a path down his veins and swallowing him deeper without preparation. 

Hoseok nearly lurched up, fingers digging into your scalp with a hissed curse.  

“Jesus Fuck, Y/N.” His moan of your name did ridiculous to your body, eagerness to please your hardworking boyfriend increasing until his knees were shaking. 

Bobbing your head, you sucked enthusiastically, following the motions of his own hands whether he noticed it or not.

Hoseok had somehow managed to push himself up into a sitting position, the need to watch you closer as you pleased him controlling his body. 

Your intentions had been obvious to him early on. You wanted to spoil him to completion, but at the same time torturing his senses through the journey - just because he knew you could. He had learned fairly quick in the relationship that you had a thing for seeing him come apart beneath your touch, controlling his pleasure and seeing him beg you to let him come. 

His half-lidded gaze never left the perfect-picture vision of your pretty pink lips around his cock, swollen and drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth as you moaned softly to his harsh pants, eyes fluttering shut. The vibrations of it sent tingles down his legs and spine, coaxing another moan from him. 

“You’re so fucking good, baby.” Hoseok managed to breathe out. Praise only spurring you on if that was possible. 

The love of his life was sucking his cock like it was the best damn lollipop in town, and the sight of it would always be one of the most arousing scenes he would ever see. 

He was pretty certain he could die in this position without regrets. 

“That’s it.” Murmuring he eased his hold on your hair, the other supporting him on the bed, fingers curling into the sheet as he watched you spellbound. 

Shit, you were loving it between his legs. Sounding and looking like Hoseok was already pounding your brains out. He was basically yours to own at the moment.  

“Spell your fucking name on it.”

Your broken moans at his words caused a knowing smirk to play at his lips for a single moment until he nearly fell apart again the very next, eyes falling shut at the mindblowing sensations your tongue could give him. 

You hummed, deep in your throat, drawing the most panth-worthy moans from Hoseok’s lips, his usual decorum of trying to keep it down evaporating. His moans were some of your favorite sounds in the world - going from soft high pitches whenever he got close before falling back down to the low tones as he tried to catch his breath. 

His thighs tensed, fingers gripping the strands of your hair nearly frighteningly tight with a mutter. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m-I’m gonna cum–”

Hoseok knew you had heard him. His moans turned desperate, breaking up into near frantic stutters as he got closer to his high, just for you to pull back slowly with a pop - a knowing, almost vindictive smile on your face. 

“Baby!” If you didn’t know better, you would almost say that was a sob coming from him as you left him high and dry. 

Your cunt was throbbing almost painfully at this point, craving any touch for relief, but you held it back for favoring your boyfriend’s pleasure. 

“Patience, my love,” You murmured as your rose up, gently pushing him back down on the bed as you pulled off his underwear and pants off, kicking them to the side, leaving only the open shirt on his otherwise sweating, naked body. 

And what a glorious body that was. 

Lean and tan with smooth expanses of skin you wanted to lick all over, the lines of a dancer’s firm muscles lining every part of him. 

Fuck, Jung Hoseok was fucking delicious, and all yours. 

Making sure that he was watching, you slipped off the thong down your legs, watching as his throat bobbed in anticipation. You left the bralette on and the strategically worn garter and stockings to not be in the way of your underwear. 

Easily taking off your heels too, you crawled over his body on all fours, settling just on his slim hips and giving a teasing roll of your own, his bare cock sliding against the evident arousal of your own as he gave a breathy curse. 

“You’re so wet, baby,” Hoseok said almost fascinated, despite your years together. And he supposed he wasn’t wrong. You were going a bit wild tonight compared to the usual sex the two of you had. 

“All because of you,” Leaning forward again, you kissed him softly, but Hoseok was done playing nice and giving into your demands.

His hand curled around the back of your neck, forcing you completely down against his chest, bodies lining up against each other, mouth licking into your own harshly, catching your breath with a sigh. 

Your hips had a mind of their own at this point, slowly grinding against his hard cock, covering his length with your wetness as Hoseok moaned, the sound caught by your lips as you gave a firmer roll. 

Wordlessly reaching down between your bodies, you gripped his length in your hand lining him up and slowly pushed down with a breathy moan, his fingers digging into your hips as you both shuddered when he bottomed out. His whole body trembled in near relief, and you knew he wasn’t going to last long with the amount of teasing you had already put him through. 

“Fuuuuck…”

Your nerves felt like they were on fire. Every single movement sending zips of bliss through you as you breathed in deeply to take control of your sanity. With a loving smile, you firmly placed both hands on Hoseok’s chest for support before lifting your hips only to slam them down with a shuddering moan. 

Hoseok was sure he was going to come within the next five seconds with the way you were moving your hips above him, obviously trying your damn best to send him into oblivion. 

The sound of your wet cunt was almost obnoxious, squelching for every single lift and drop of your thighs. Through his pleasure glazed haze, he could see the inside of your delicious thighs glistening with the evidence. 

He thought he already knew of the best feelings in the world; the adrenalin before getting on stage, hearing his fans scream his name or sing to their songs as he basked in their cheers. 

But his personal, and secret favorite would always be the complete bliss that spread through his entire body from your pussy clenching down on him.    

You were getting tired, Hoseok noticed. Your rhythm slowing and pleasure tenfolding as you started to grind down with airy moans, trying to find relief for your throbbing clit. 

Despite being rock hard and ready to burst, he couldn’t help but coo at you as he pulled you back down against his chest. “Is my princess getting tired?”

You whimpered, fingers traveling up to grip his hair, your grinding starting to loose its control. 

Tracing a hand down your sweating back, he gripped your ass with a rough tug, pushing his cock further against your walls as your breath hitched. 

“What do you want, baby?” He whispered into your ear, giving it a nip and soothing it with his tongue. “Use your words, princess.”

“Please fuck me, Hoseok,” It was your turn to beg now. “I need you to fuck me. Make me cum on your cock, please.”

Just your words were ready to end him. 

With an almost chaste kiss against your temple, an opposite action to what the two of you were doing, he granted your wish. Changing his position, he put both feet on the bed for support and then he truly fucked you. 

Nearly pistoning upwards to meet your shallow thrusts, with your high pitched moans and nails raking down his arms spurring him on like a madman chasing after gold. 

His moans mixed with your own, both craving release at this point, your skin slapping against each other without abandon. With half a mind, Hoseok managed to push his hand between your sweat slicked bodies, long fingers finding your soft, swollen clit as he circled the sensitive nub. 

You came with a silent scream, mouth open and body tensing like a log, the pleasure zipping through you like fucking lightning, toes curling as your pussy clenched down so hard, he followed you shortly with a muffled groan against the curve of your neck. 

His fingers didn’t stop, only slowing down and gently guiding you through your high. 

Just as the sensitivity was starting to kick in, his cock still firmly nestled inside you throughly emptied, you whined at him. 

“Too much,” Your voice was a hoarse whimper, trying to swat at his still moving hand. 

But his next stern words grunted out, made your throat dry. 

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“I-I can’t,” You whispered, but voice shaking in anticipation.

“Yes, you can. One more, sweetheart. Just for me.”

“Baby, I-” 

Whatever it was you wanted to say cut off with a sob as his fingers sped back up from their gentleness, pressing down more firmly on your clit as your hold on him turned damn near painful.

“Come on, just one more.”

What was supposed to be him falling apart had now turned - Hoseok having you at his mercy as his movements didn’t stop. 

Despite your begging, you could feel it again. That addicting pleasure building within you as your resistance turned into compliance, hips starting to move again, grinding against his touch. Your orgasm came slowly this time around, heat coating your senses like a caress - with you almost sobbing softly as your high came, body trembling and twitching as his fingers finally stopped. 

Neither knew how many minutes you simply lay in each others arms in silence. Soaking each other in, his soft cock still inside you as your skin cooled down to the point of goosebumps as the air was no longer stuffy. 

“We need to shower,” Hoseok whispered gently, hands slowly caressing up and down your spine lovingly. 

“Just a little longer…”

Chuckling at your drowsiness, you managed to lift your head up from his shoulder only to grin. “I love you.”

His eyes were sparkling. “I love you too.”

This has been in the drafts since last year. So yeah. 

[xoxo-suki]

my perfect noona. (jjk)

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Rating: 21+

Genre: Smut.

Word-Count: 2.7k

Warnings: sadness, hurt/comfort, shame, crying, kissing, cuddling, breast play, missionary sex.

Disclaimer: Please note that the following story is entirely fictional. While some of the characters may have physical traits or names similar to those of celebrities, the connection ends there. I do not have any personal connection to these celebrities, and I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, or beliefs.

Copyright: I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics for the pretty divider.

She couldn't bear to see Jungkook like that. The impending bankruptcy was putting immense pressure on everyone, especially him. She could see bruises on him, old and new, from countless stunt rehearsals gone wrong. The punches were landing incorrectly, the stunt choreography was off, and the high tension had everyone on edge.

Jungkook sat in the kitchen, propped on a barstool, hunched over his sandwich. His eyes were unfocused and distant, lost in a world of worry and fatigue. She tried to give him space, hoping he could find a way to heal on his own. But as the minutes dragged on, his struggle became too hard to ignore.

She walked up to him and extended her hand. He looked puzzled but placed his palm in hers without hesitation. He followed closely behind her, as if her presence was a soothing balm to his bruises.

Did those bruises hurt? She wondered as he sat on the edge of his bed. Would he get new ones tomorrow? Her mind raced, each worry taking root one by one.

He pulled her closer as she stood in front of him and hugged her tightly, his head pressing into her ribs. When was the last time he had hugged anybody? She pressed his face deeper into her chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers as her fingers gently combed through his soft, dark hair. A shiver ran through him, a silent plea for more comfort.

He looked up at her with desperation, his eyes pleading for her to take care of him, to make his pain go away. Slowly, she undid his heavy silver chain, feeling the cool metal slip through her fingers, hoping that some of his burdens would come off with it. He pulled his tee over his head, revealing the contours of his chest, and tugged her closer.

Her legs buckled from the awkward position, the soft carpet slipping beneath her feet. He seized the moment, guiding her onto his lap with a gentle, determined motion. A small smile escaped her lips; despite his sadness, a glimmer of his mischievous spirit shone through. 

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin as he clung to her. Her palms pressed firmly against his bare back, feeling the tension and knots in his muscles as she held him close. Slowly, he guided them onto the bed, their bodies tangling together like intertwined vines, seeking solace in each other’s embrace.

The fatigue returned to him, and his eyes lost their light once more. Who had taken his spark away? She wanted to find that person and make them pay. She placed a soft kiss on his temple. One on his nose. One on his cheek. And one on the mole right under his lips.

She placed a tender kiss on his lower lip and gazed into his eyes. They seemed to soften with a mix of relief and excitement. She sucked on his lower lip yet again, lingering, savoring, before releasing it ever so slowly with a soft pop. Her teeth grazed his upper lip as she kissed his cupid’s bow.

She had seen Jungkook work harder than anyone else, pouring his blood, sweat, and tears into his craft. He was too harsh on himself, always pushing himself beyond his limits. Tonight, it was her turn to be there for him, to offer him comfort he so desperately needed but never asked for.

He returned her kiss with tenfold intensity. One hand cradled her face while the other sneaked its way under her T-shirt, resting on her belly. Their kiss deepened, each touch and movement blending like a red stain on a white cloth.

It had been a tough day for Jungkook. He had worked himself to the bone, trying to create a novel stunt choreography that would surpass his already perfected routine. He was exasperated with himself. How could he be this incapable of producing original work? If he didn't come up with something, and the company failed to lift itself out of its current trench because of him, he could never forgive himself. This frustration had gotten to him, and he had yelled at his assistants over nothing. Seeing the effect his caustic words had on them only made him feel more ashamed of himself. 

The moment Aki walked over to him, he felt a wave of calm wash over him. The weight of his burdens seemed lighter with her presence. He couldn't bear the thought of not having her to hold him. His world would collapse. 

He thought it unfair that she could touch him but he couldn't reciprocate. With a determined tug, he pulled her T-shirt over her head, his eyes devouring the sight of Aki's bosom. The black satin and lace of her lingerie transfixed him. He could die with his face buried in it.

Unable to hold out any longer, he slid her thin bra straps over her shoulders and placed honeyed kisses over her flesh. Having exposed her perfectly perky, and naturally plump breasts, he couldn't resist but squeeze them in awe. He always thought her breasts wielded some sort of magic, and he was already salivating at the thought of harvesting it.

He enveloped her brown pebbled skin in his warm mouth, hardening her nipple instantly. Her fingers roamed his soft curls, as her back arched, pushing her soft flesh further into his mouth. Encouraged by her reactions, he licked and sucked on her sensitive bud, and kneaded the other between his thumb and index finger. He flicked his tongue rapidly, eliciting ecstatic hisses from her. He seemed convinced that if emptied her teats of their imaginary milk, his worries would disappear. He suckled on her bosom, switching between them for what felt like eternity. And she happily let him. She would give him her world if he so desired.

She loved that he chose her to take care of him, that he could be his most vulnerable self with her. She felt special knowing he wanted no one else. Her love for him burned like a fierce, unyielding flame, a beacon of unwavering devotion and a promise of boundless care. She wanted nothing in return, only to see him happy and at peace.

He lifted himself, suspending his body tantalizingly over hers. With a new kind of desperation in his eyes, he silently pleaded with her again. His half-lidded gaze begged for release, love, and comfort. She kissed him, giving him a green signal for whatever he wanted to do next. He seared her skin with a blazing kiss on her neck. She squeezed his tattooed, bulging forearms tightly. He secretly loved it whenever he could make her squirm like that. 

He sucked on the wet spot on her neck and bit her, breaking her skin, sending pain signals all over her nerves. This was going to leave a mark the next day, she thought to herself. She realized only then that she had closed her eyes. For when she opened them, she was greeted by a mischievous smile spread across her Bunny’s face. The light in his eyes had returned after all.

He bucked his hips rhythmically into hers as he kissed her yet again. His hardened bulge, his thrusts, the friction of her panties, and the wetness that had pooled in her core long ago, all became too overwhelming for her.

"Bunny..." she hissed and whispered.

He didn't respond, but he understood. He stilled and pulled her skirt down and threw it somewhere in the room. He eyed what he had just exposed. The perfect home for his dick, covered by the perfect lacy thong. He could die with his dick inside her.

He hooked his fingers against the string of her black thong and slid them out over her legs. Cool air hit her warm core and goosebumps rose on every inch of her exposed skin. He then bent down and placed a kiss and a lick on her mound sending massive shivers down her spine. She instinctively crossed her legs, hiding her pussy from his intimidating gaze.

He took one look at her shivering form, and locked eyes with hers. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly unzipped his pants, his movements deliberate. As he slid his underwear away, his eyes crackled with electric intensity but she could see shadows of hidden troubles lurking right beneath the surface.

He hovered over her once again, his dick sliding shamelessly over her slickness. He kissed her deeply and before she knew it, he had thrust himself inside her. Her back arched and her mouth was agape with the shock and the pain of penetration.

He closed his eyes and a soft whimper left his lips as her tight cunt clamped around his length.

"Noona...", he groaned, his head hung low, shaky breaths escaping his lungs, unable to stay still for much longer.

His breath was hot on her neck, his hardened length deep inside her, and his skin sizzled on hers, making her wonder if she'd erupt right then and there. However, she found herself easing up, giving him a brief nod, permitting him to move. Relief washed over him and he moved gingerly. As badly as he wanted to keep moving, he didn't want to hurt her. He was afraid he'd break her if he made a single wrong move. Who would he have if he lost her?

The friction of his cock against her walls was raw, potent. As he thrusted into her cervix, she found herself becoming more and more wet. Obscene squelching sounds erupted in the bedroom as she matched his rhythm and bucked her hips into his.

Out of nowhere, she felt warm drops fall on her chest. Jungkook was crying. "Bunny..." She called out to him and stopped him mid thrust. Neither of them could figure out what had overcome him. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face as he collapsed into her arms, his cock still buried in her.

She kissed his forehead and let him cry, holding him close. What had happened to upset Bunny so much, she wondered. She felt an ache in her heart seeing him so broken, his tears pooling on her skin. Jungkook was under immense stress, and seeing him like this made her want to shield him from the world. She wondered how long he had been holding it all in, trying to be strong. She decided she would ask him when he was ready to talk, but for now, she simply offered her silent comfort, feeling his sobs shake both their bodies. Her love for him grew even stronger in that moment, a fierce determination to be his rock no matter what.

She cradled his head in her bosom. Being held against her warm flesh, reminded Jungkook of where he was and what he was doing up until a few moments ago. With her pussy warming his now semi hardened dick, he suckled on her breasts once more. Licking and sucking and biting them brought strange comfort to him. Her breasts were going to be extremely sore the next day, she thought to herself. He cried and sucked and cried and sucked. And she let him. She wanted him to let it all out. If this was the way he finally lets his emotions out, so be it. She wiped his tears and placed soft kisses on his temple while continuing to hug him tightly.

"Sorry, Noona," he murmured, calming down and wiping his tears.

"My sweet baby. My sweet bunny. You never have to apologize to me for that," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. She peppered his face with gentle kisses, each one a tender promise of comfort. As her lips brushed against his skin, he began to relax, his sorrows melting away. Slowly, he started to kiss her back, matching her gentle rhythm, losing himself in the warmth and sweetness of the moment.

She could feel him harden inside her. He didn't know why, but when she called him hers, when she called him her bunny, he felt a newfound excitement stir within him. And all of his blood rushed down to his appendage still nestled inside her warm and moist core.

"Noona.." he whimpered and raised himself up from her now numb chest. He hoped she'd keep calling him her bunny over and over again. He could erupt just by hearing her say that. As if she knew what he needed, she called out to him gently.

"My Bunny. What does my sweet Bunny need?" she asked, her voice soft.

Without responding, Jungkook slid his now fully hardened dick out and thrust inside her with renewed power. It must've been harder than it was before, because this thrust hurt like a motherfucker.

"Argh. Bunny..." she rasped, gasped, and moaned.

Jungkook whimpered, grunted, and started thrusting into her at an unforgiving pace. Jungkook couldn't believe he had let himself go like that, that too in the midst of such an intimate moment with her. Shame washed over him. All he wanted now was to make her feel good, to give her his very best.

She had no time to stop and ask him what had been going on in his head. She held onto the sheets to prevent herself from flailing all over. Her head hit the headboard every time Jungkook shoved his cock deep inside the remote regions of her cervix. Tae was never going to let her hear the end of it. She thought to herself, half embarrassed, half amused. He could definitely hear them from the other room, she thought to herself.

She was jerked back to reality when Jungkook almost folded her body in half pushing her legs so far back that her feet were near her head.

"Noona, focus on your bunny. I don't want anyone else in your head right now", his tone firm, a trace of jealousy in his voice. She didn't know how he knew she'd zoned out, but he did.

"Sorry. My. Sweet. Bunny. It won't. Happen Again." she said, strained, mid thrusts. "My. Bunny. Deserves. All my. Attention." 

Hearing her call him her Bunny again, stirred strange things inside him. Jungkook closed his eyes and as if it was even possible to go any faster, he pounded into her. It wasn't enough that her walls were already burning, he had to use his fingers to rub her nub as he drilled into her.

A dam within her was on the brink of breaking, unable to contain the surge any longer. Jungkook's maddening fervor pushed her past her limits.

"Bunny, I'm going to come."

" Aki. Noona." He grunted. Hearing him call her that, especially in that moment, was her undoing. What two peas in a pod were they! Her dam exploded and she came down with waves and waves of pleasure erupting from her. She must have clenched his dick hard inside her pussy, because he grunted loudly and he came just as tempestuously. Shooting ropes after ropes of his warm white seed into her uterus. Shivering, quivering, and panting, they looked at each other. Bunny flashed his mischievous smile and collapsed beside her, his penis still adamantly inside her. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, his worries a mile away, while his dick, coated in their love juices softened inside her gradually. 

Bunny reached out and kissed her lightly. Both their lips cold, blood having rushed to their nether regions. 

“Kookie, is everything okay?” she asked, as they returned to reality, one worry at a time. “No, it’s not. But it will be,” he replied with a gentle smile and a sigh, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. He didn’t seem ready to discuss what troubled him, so she let it go for now. As waves of concern coursed through her, she was determined to get to the bottom of this. She wouldn’t let him endure this pain alone.

“I know you want to know,” he said, reading her thoughts. “And I’ll tell you. But right now, I’m just glad to have you next to me. My healer. My baby. My Perfect Noona.”