#idol!taehyung

[miujo]

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Omegaverse:size kink

Wear headphones

Taehyung x male reader smut audio

Taehyung CEO husband and twinky male reader

The employees at work and some of the share holders would talk about how you aren't doing your job as taehyung Omega but he brushed it off cuz he didn't wanna push you, and he even his own parents started pressuring him and he eventually also saw that he was giving way too much prince treatment and pampering you. And boy,did it not end well for you.he started a weird routine he took his credit card from you, put a collar on your neck and left you locked up in the house when he went to work, and came back to fuck you until he finally filled you up with his cubs, he didn't care how much cuz now ur a baby machine and no longer his sweet prince

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it's so beautiful😍

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

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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

[yoonbroom]

BTS FIC RECS

a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs ↓

KIM SEOKJIN

TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

WITH YOU - @yoonpobs

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent

marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

UNTITLED - @eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent

"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️"

LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my faves😭*

MIN YOONGI

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist

NO MORE - @gyukult

series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship

yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw

series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship

You’ve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. One day you realise you’ve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au

Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au

welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

the proposal doesn’t go as planned

BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs

series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

VEGAS BABY - @chimivx

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au

A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }

JUNG HOSEOK

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, parent

Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

KIM NAMJOON

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

UNTITLED - @/eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au

dad!joon

ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon

drabble, angst, est relationship

Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.

ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess

oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

PARK JIMIN

ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey

oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au

When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

MASK ON - @herherteartear

series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au

blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

KIM TAEHYUNG

MINI ME - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au

Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?

WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk

oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers

"He’s been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he’d subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."

ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school

All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope

oneshot, angst, idol au

"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"

JEON JUNGKOOK

UNTITLED - @onlyswan

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au

You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.

17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au

one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.

HOME - @bonny-kookoo

oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au

Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

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[0piumlol]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, unresolved tension, emotional angst, mutual pining, nostalgia, some humor, eventual romance

Genre: Romance, Drama, Slice of Life, Light Angst, Fluff

Summary: Jungkook had always been your best friend—the boy who knew your secrets, your fears, your dreams. But time had a way of changing things. His career took off, and you drifted apart, lost in the space between his world and yours. Years later, when he unexpectedly reaches out, you find yourself facing old memories, unspoken feelings, and the question that’s lingered in your heart for far too long: *Were you ever just friends?*

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THEN

Jungkook was a whirlwind in your life from the moment you met him.

He was loud when you were quiet, fearless when you hesitated, and always pulling you into adventures you weren’t sure you wanted to be part of—until you did.

The two of you were inseparable, growing up side by side in the same neighborhood. Summers were spent running through the streets, chasing fireflies, and making up ridiculous dares that always ended in laughter. Winters meant sneaking onto rooftops, huddling under shared blankets, whispering about the future like you had all the time in the world.

You had always known Jungkook was meant for something greater. His voice, his talent, the way he carried himself—it was like he had a world waiting for him beyond your small town.

Still, you never thought he’d leave *you* behind.

But dreams demand sacrifice. And when Jungkook was scouted at fifteen, he left with a promise.

*"I’ll call you every day."*

And he did—at first. But as training intensified, the calls became shorter, the texts less frequent. Eventually, they stopped altogether.

You told yourself you understood. That you were happy for him.

But understanding didn’t make the silence hurt any less.

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NOW

The message comes out of nowhere.

**Jungkook:** *Hey. Are you in Seoul?*

You stare at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. It’s been years since you last spoke properly. There had been the occasional birthday message, the rare "hope you’re doing well" text, but nothing beyond that.

And yet, here he was.

**You:** *Yeah. Why?*

His reply is instant.

**Jungkook:** *Come see me.*

---

You tell yourself you won’t go.

But you do.

And now, standing outside a private studio in the heart of Seoul, you wonder if this is a mistake.

The door swings open before you can overthink it.

And there he is.

Jungkook looks *different*—taller, sharper, his features more defined. The soft boyishness you remember has given way to something more mature, more confident. But his eyes—the way they light up when he sees you—those are the same.

"Y/n," he breathes, like he doesn’t quite believe you’re real. Then, before you can react, he pulls you into a hug, arms tightening around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

For a moment, you don’t move. You’re too aware of the warmth of him, the way his heartbeat is steady against yours. Then, slowly, you let yourself sink into the familiarity.

"You got taller," you mutter against his shoulder.

Jungkook chuckles, his breath warm against your hair. "You didn’t."

You smack his arm, and he laughs, the sound sending a rush of nostalgia through you.

Yeah. This is still him.

---

The café is small, tucked away from prying eyes. Jungkook pulls his hoodie low over his face, but he doesn’t stop fidgeting, hands restless as he stirs his drink.

"You still do that," you note, watching his fingers tap against the cup.

He glances up. "Do what?"

"Fidget. When you’re nervous."

Jungkook blinks, then grins. "Maybe I’m just excited to see you."

You roll your eyes, but your heart stutters.

"How have you been?" he asks, voice softer now.

You hesitate. The easy answer is *fine.* But that’s not the truth, is it?

"I don’t know," you admit. "I feel like I blinked, and suddenly, we’re here. And I don’t know how we got so far apart."

Jungkook exhales, setting his cup down. "I know. And I hate that it happened."

There’s something raw in his voice, something that makes your chest tighten.

"I should’ve tried harder," he continues. "I should’ve—"

"You don’t have to explain," you interrupt. "I get it. You had a dream. And I never wanted to hold you back from that."

His jaw clenches. "You never held me back, Y/n. I just... I got caught up in everything. And I didn’t know how to balance it all."

Silence stretches between you. Then, he reaches across the table, fingers brushing against yours.

"Can we try again?" he asks. "I don’t want us to be strangers."

You look at him, really look at him. At the boy who had been your best friend. At the man sitting before you now.

"Yeah," you whisper. "I’d like that."

---

**Later That Night**

You should have gone home.

Instead, you find yourself in Jungkook’s studio, curled up on the couch while he plays snippets of unreleased songs.

"I wrote this one a while ago," he says, plucking at the guitar strings. "It’s about… missing someone."

You don’t have to ask who.

The melody is slow, aching. It fills the room, wraps around you like a memory.

When he finishes, silence lingers between you.

Then, softly, Jungkook says, "I thought about you. All the time."

You swallow. "Then why didn’t you ever say anything?"

He looks down at his hands. "Because I didn’t know if you were still waiting for me."

Your breath catches.

The confession is there, unspoken but heavy.

You’re not sure who moves first.

But suddenly, he’s closer. Close enough that you can see the nervous flicker in his eyes, the way his breath hitches.

And then, he whispers—so quiet you almost miss it—

*"Tell me to stop."*

But you don’t.

Because this time, you don’t want him to.

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**End.**

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I genuinely forgot to post on tumblr due to my exams :P I'm sorry yall. I'll try to be consistent again like before.

[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.

[jungkookfmv20]

Chapter One: The Final Evaluation

Summary

As a hardworking trainee, you’ve spent years pushing yourself to debut. When the final evaluation comes, you’re chosen as the sole candidate—but what you don’t realize is that your fate was already sealed. BTS, the seven men you idolized, manipulated everything to make sure you were theirs.

At first, their attention feels like a blessing to aid you as a trainee. Then, it becomes suffocating. Their possessiveness turns them against each other, each one willing to destroy the others just to have you alone.

⚠️ Content Warnings: ⚠️

Intense competition & high pressure, Verbal & emotional manipulation, Psychological stress & anxiety, Mild violence & aggression (dragged by security), Favoritism & corruption, Strong language, smut, y/n is 18+

The air in the HYBE practice room was thick with tension, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as dozens of trainees lined up against the mirrored walls. Your heart pounded as you stared at the polished wooden floor beneath your feet, hands clenched into fists at your sides.

This was it—the final evaluation.

As you watched the other trainees complete their evaluations with effortless precision, a sinking feeling of nervousness mixed with terror settled in your stomach. Months—years—of grueling training had led to this moment. The instructors stood at the front, their expressions unreadable as they flipped through their clipboards. Some of the trainees beside you whispered prayers under their breath; others stood frozen, their gazes fixed forward like soldiers awaiting judgment.

A deep voice murmured your name.

You inhaled. Then exhaled.

*This is it. Your chance to cement your dreams into reality. To prove that every sleepless night, every injury, every sacrifice—meant something. *

You stepped forward, waiting for the music to start. The moment the beat dropped, your body moved instinctively, each motion executed with precision. Your voice never wavered as it blended seamlessly with the melody. Every note, every step, every practiced smile—this was what you had trained for.

As the backtrack came to a halt, you held your final pose, a fake smile masking the storm raging in your mind. The room was silent, save for the faint scribbling of pens against paper.

Then—

“Next.”

The word was cold. Detached.

Your heart clenched, but you quickly bowed, gathered your things from the side of the training room, and hurried out.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of dark eyes lingered on your retreating figure—a quiet fixation taking root.

The next few hours passed in a haze as you sat in the trainee common area, chatting with other girls, your nerves gnawing at you like a relentless ache. Every so often, the doors to the training room would swing open, revealing girls in tears or others brimming with unshaken confidence.

One of them was Ya-rin.

She was someone you weren’t particularly fond of.

“So, Y/N,” she purred, sliding into the seat beside you, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Your final performance wasn’t what I was expecting… The judges seemed so stone-faced, didn’t they?”

The words were sugar-coated, but the malice behind them was unmistakable.

Ya-rin had always been at the top. Her beauty, charm, and undeniable talent made her a favorite among both the trainers and the public. But when the cameras were off, and the facades were dropped, she was ruthless. She knew her worth and made sure everyone else did too.

She never let you forget that she was meant to debut.

And honestly, you had to admit—she wasn’t wrong.

“Everyone to the training room!”

A staff member’s voice rang through the common area, and the room shifted instantly. Conversations halted. Chairs scraped against the floor as girls rushed toward the door.

Your pulse quickened.

As you followed the crowd, you caught a glimpse of Ya-rin’s expression. For the first time, her smirk faltered.

Only ten of you remained.

You swallowed thickly, standing among the last few girls left. Despite the slight relief that you had made it this far, you refused to let your hopes rise.

Even if I don’t make it… I’ll go to university. I’ll have a normal life. I’ll be okay.

But some part of you—the part that had spent years clawing your way to this moment—knew you’d hate yourself for it.

The room stilled as the instructor stepped forward.

“This year, we are selecting one trainee for debut.”

Silence.

The air grew suffocating.

One.

That was impossible. Every evaluation had been preparing for a group debut. There were supposed to be five of you.

Not one.

The instructor glanced down at his clipboard.

“Ji-won, Hae-won, Hana, Seulgi, Jisoo, Dani, Nari, and Ye-won. Please exit the training room. You were not selected.”

A sharp inhale.

You barely registered the girls around you breaking down—tears slipping silently down their faces, whispers of disbelief filling the air.

You stood frozen, staring at the clipboard in the instructor’s hands as if you could decipher your fate through sheer willpower. Beside you, you felt Ya-rin tense.

The instructor met her gaze.

“Miss Ya-rin, you have not been selected to debut. Please exit the room.”

Your head snapped toward her.

Her hands clenched into fists. Her eyes, wide and glistening, darkened with fury.

“ARE YOU JOKING? THAT SHOULD BE ME!” she shrieked, stepping forward. “There were supposed to be five of us! I did everything you fucking asked! You pieces of shit, I swear one day you’ll get your karma, I’ll—”

A security guard grabbed her arm, dragging her toward the door as she thrashed violently, her voice rising in sheer desperation.

The other girls trickled out slowly, their silent sobs echoing in your ears.

Your breath caught in your throat.

The realization hit you like a freight train.

You were going to debut.

As a soloist.

You had won.

But how?

How had you won?

You weren’t stupid. Even though you despised Ya-rin, you knew talent when you saw it. She was supposed to debut. The way the trainers had always favored her, the way she outshined the other trainees—it didn’t make sense.

Something wasn’t right.

But who were you to question it?

You were the last one standing.

And you’d be damned if you let anyone take this from you.

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[euphoricfilter]

hearts for dinner

pairing: yandere! taehyung x devil! reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || established relationship || yandere au

summary: how to wake up the devil

word count: 1.5k

tags/ warnings: fluff, mentions of death and murder, blood, yandere! tae, she does in fact eat hearts for breakfast lunch and dinner, eventual smut to come

notes: mother is back!!! with a mini series based off this idea!! and am fully open to questions about the au which can be turned into future drabbles :D

where you can find the rest of my work!!

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fingers tease the ends of your hair, taehyung tugging gently.

he lays on his side beside you, head propped up by his hand as he stares at your sleep stricken face. ever so peaceful, fragile and delicate, warm, entirely unaware of the world around you.

though he supposes even when you’re awake, he doesn’t leave much room for your mind to wander.

a man having tamed the devil herself.

filing down sharp edges and dissolving her poisonous touch until you’d become nothing but soft, warm, pretty gooeyness. tooth rotting sweetness. a heart wrenching loveable being hidden in human form.

tucked away from people. tucked away from civilisation, kept between the walls of the cottage with everything you ask for.

your own crafted paradise, taehyung the creator of your world. the pinnacle of your mind, the core of every thought and feeling.

your life solely his to keep, held in calloused hands, stained in the blood of hundreds. though those lives of everyone who passed, had a new purpose. the purpose of feeding you— taehyung’s only reason to live.

to keep you alive. happy and alive.

<3

you briefly register the ghost of a touch over your cheek, a loose strand of hair tucked behind your ear before warm, soft, lips press over the supple skin of your neck.

you turn, sheets tangled around your waist, noise of question catching in your throat as you slowly slip into consciousness. a gentle slide into the waking world.

“sweet dove” taehyung murmurs against your skin, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

goosebumps prickle the skin of his arms as the scent of you sinks into his pores, the taste of you dancing across his tongue.

“hmm” you tug the blanket up higher, knees curling into your chest. utter warmth surrounding you.

he coos, “my little dove, i have breakfast for you”

you breathe out a long sigh, hands blindly reaching out for him, fingers pressing over his chest, trailing up his arms until your reach his neck, deft fingers curling around the necklace that dangles over his collarbones. your initials locked around his neck. a forever promise that he will never take off.

“can’t you smell it?” he brushes a knuckle down the line of your jaw, “i thought you’d enjoy it warm today… got too cold on the way home”

you peek an eye open, tongue wetting your bottom lip.

“you were gone all night” you croak, trying to pull him closer. quick to throw the blanket over his body to keep the warmth in.

“and how would you know that” he hums, “what time did you go to bed?”

you press your face into the pillow, words muffled, eyes slipping closed, ready for you to slip back into your own little dream world.

“i asked you a question, dove” he presses, arms slipping around your waist.

“6” you mutter.

“A.M. i assume” he presses on.

“mmhmm” you nod, “my gaming console died and i couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed to get the charger…”

a low rumble of laughter vibrates his chest.

“breakfast, then, i’ll tuck you back into bed for a nap. how about it?”

your eyes peel open, “okay” you nod, hands fumbling around under the blanket, looking for his hand.

your fingers wrap around his wrist, bringing it up to your face. you sniff, nose scrunching up at the onslaught of smells. apparent why’d he been gone so many hours of the night. because no matter how much he scrubbed his hands after, the sweet tickling scent of blood will never be missed by you.

“how many?” you wonder, and he smiles a toothy grin.

“enough to last you the week… that’s why i was gone for so long” he leans down, gentle kiss presses to your cheek in apology.

you sigh, leaning your cheek into his open palm “i missed you”

“oh darling” he croons, pulling you closer, face pressed against his chest.

you can feel the steady beat of his heart, the gentle rush of blood slipping through his veins.

“i think i may have missed you more” he whispers, words sweet like nectar as they drip off his tongue, “but i’m here now, just like how it should be”

“and you won’t leave?” you murmur, fingers grasping at his shirt.

“never”

“promise?” you swallow.

“you are my life” his fingers slip into your hair, tugging your head upwards to look at him, “we are forever. there is no end to us until the day our bodies decay, and even then you will never get rid of me. i am yours for eternity”

you nod, smile tugging at the corners of your lips “okay. what if i wanted to travel”

“then i’d follow” his answer is quick, no hesitation.

“and if i wanted to get married?”

“i am all yours”

your fingers skim over his cheek, “what if i wanted the stars?”

at this, he smiles, “i would venture far into the galaxy to pick you the most perfect stars, and name a constellation after you on the way”

“i would want to come with you” you tell him.

his fingers rake through your hair “i wouldn’t ever leave you behind”

you look up at him, silence stretching out between the both of you.

“what about—“ you start, though taehyung’s boisterous laughter cuts you off.

“anything. anything you ask for, it is yours. but first you need to eat, my little dove”

he peels the blanket off the both of you, whine of protest bubbling up your throat as the cool air of the bedroom caresses your skin.

“poor thing” he frowns, arms wrapping around you, pulling you up and off the mattress, “i’ll put the fire on while we eat” he hums, footsteps heavy as he trudges down the stairs, your arms wrapped around his neck

“hold on for a moment” he tells you, hoisting you up a little higher as he pulls out your chair at the dining table. gentle as he sits you down.

your bare feet touch the cold tiles, recoiling to press against your chest.

taehyung scuttles out of the kitchen, quick to grab you, your favourite blanket from the couch, wrapping it around your shoulders as he flitters around the kitchen.

your gaze wanders, eyes catching sight of the outside world. the vast forest seems never ending, darkness lurking just beyond the safety of the house.

“we can go out for a walk later if you like?” taehyung hums, “i have a new coat for you to try”

you turn to look at him, voice soft “i’m okay, thank you though”

he looks over his shoulder at you, holding eye contact. you feel your breath catch in your throat.

he tilts his head, turning back to the pan on the stove, “alright. tell me if you change your mind”

it’s only second after that he’s turning back to you, plate in hand.

you look at the heart, perfectly seared, puddle of blood still coating the plate even though cooked.

“let me know what you think” he smiles, taking the seat opposite yours.

you don’t bother with cutlery, fingers digging into the muscle, wet squelch of blood dripping down your palm, ever so warm. the tantalising smell of it enough to have yourself hungry.

“thank you” you look up at taehyung with a smile, and he simply grins, motioning for you to eat.

you bring the human heart up to your lips, tongue pressing against the muscle before your teeth sink into it.

you chew at it, molars tearing at the meat, swallowing down the metallic blood as it coats your tastebuds.

your fingers tighten around the heart. frown slowly pulling at taehyung’s lips, noticing how your cheeks don’t go rosy, he can tell your bloodlust is not nearly sated.

you drop the heart back onto the plate, not bothering that blood splatters onto the tablecloth.

“what’s wrong?” taehyung stands, taking the plate from in front of you.

“not good” you look up at him, bottom lip pulling into a pout.

“my dove” he kneels down before you, hand running over your cheek, “here—“ he stars, standing.

he moves towards the freezer, pulling the door open, then tugging the biggest drawer open.

“pick which one smells the tastiest, yeah?” he motions for you to look. freezer packed with individually wrapped hearts, the smallest shelf saved for his own meals.

“then i’ll cook you a nice breakfast, better this time” he starts, “then we can stay in bed for as long as you like, yeah?”

you nod at him, from still pulling at your lips, “please”

he smiles.

“i want something sweet for breakfast” you tell him, “something younger than the old piece of shit i just had”

“i should have known you wouldn’t like him… he was more my own indulgence than your dinner” he admits, “horrible man” it comes out barely above a whisper.

“taehyung” you call out to him as he rummages through the drawers.

he perks up, “yes, dove?”

“i love you”

and he can’t help the grim that stretches his cheeks, heart beating rapidly, locked away in his ribcage though so close to bursting through his skin. a heart full of awfully delicious love, ready for you to consume.

“and yet, i might love you more” he tells you.

[ningfly]

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[thatblvckboyy]

I want to turn this to a smut audio series so tell me wat u think should happen next

V × male listener smut audio

DAY 1/27 of kinktober

you never knew you'd stoop that low but here u are : step dad and son having sex,you knew it was wrong but his cock is so deep touching all the sweet spots in you, his hands roaming all over you're back and his mouth on your neck leaving hickeys everything about this moment is absolutely euphoric

"Such a tight hole,just for your dad to stretch it out for you,....if you don't tell your mum I promise to always make you feel good"

[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

PTD On Stage in LA | Day 3

❒ genre: Slice of life

❒ words: 972

❒ summary: In which Chaeri uses Tae's beauty to her benefit

❒ prompts requested from the dialogue prompts game: “Wow, I really can’t speak, huh? Must be because of how pretty you look”

She was never good with words. She preferred facts: solid, reliable, hard to misunderstand. Words, on the other hand, always seemed elusive, ungraspable, especially when she had to use them in English. The situation worsened drastically when she found herself in front of thousands of people, right after singing for two hours non-stop. What was so difficult about a simple 'thank you'? For her, it was a real mystery. In fact, she didn’t believe a speech was necessary to express the emotion she felt every time. Hearing her songs sung by so many voices, with different accents, but with the same passion she put into them… she was sure it was evident during her performances how much she appreciated and was grateful for everything.

But it should be considered that those who cause their own misfortune should weep for themselves. She knew that day would come. She had all those years of experience and a highly competent team to ignore the inevitability of that moment. She could have taken the time to prepare a few sentences in English, memorize the pronunciation, and say them on stage. Instead, look at that, she had done nothing and couldn’t even remember why

In just a few seconds, all the times she had literally fled the room when she saw the English coach enter came back to her. It was almost like a scene from a cartoon: he came in one door and she scurried out the other, as if her only purpose in life was to avoid that conversation.

She had to refrain from slapping her forehead for being so stupid and irresponsible. She was still on stage, under the gaze of thousands of people.

Tae had just finished his speech. His English was insecure, his pronunciation questionable, but at least he had said something.

That evening, he stood out among the other seven, entirely dressed in red with a mask on his face, he had fun dancing and singing in a costume inspired by the Squid Game series, which had conquered the world in record time. And the crowd was ecstatic. A true show genius, born to capture attention: that's who Kim Taehyung was.

A shiver ran down her sweaty back, a testament to the hours spent jumping and running, reproducing the choreographies she knew by heart for that performance. 

It was her turn to speak.

With an uncertain gesture, she brought the microphone to her lips. Embarrassed, with no idea what to say or how to formulate a coherent speech, she searched the most remote areas of her brain for a foothold, a memory, or anything that could help her find the right words.

Then, suddenly, the screams of the crowd became so loud that they overwhelmed even her chaotic thoughts. Behind her, on the huge screen, appeared Taehyung who had removed his mask. 

And, damn, he was breathtakingly beautiful.

At that moment, a fleeting memory from a few days before came back to her: she remembered Namjoon, visibly irritated, trying to watch an episode of Friends. The younger members of the group were making noise around him, forcing him to restart the same part of the episode several times because he couldn't hear the lines.

Yes, that line she had heard repeated at least five times was perfect, and luckily, it had stuck in her mind.

She turned towards Taehyung, just a few meters away from her. The blue lenses of his eyes shone under the reflection of the multicolored stage lights, accentuated by the glows of the armybombs not far from them.

“Wow, I really can’t speak, huh? Must be because of how pretty you look”

The crowd roared in approval, shouted for the interaction, clapped for the way the boy's cheeks turned red, almost as red as his costume, because of the unexpected compliment.

The rest of the members burst into laughter, teasing Taehyung, while she realized that the attention from her speech had successfully been diverted elsewhere.

What a perfect end, she would have shaken her own hand in congratulations.

Later, in the backstage

“Chaeri-yaaaaa, you made me blush like crazy out there. Did everyone notice?” said Tae, walking beside Chaeri, an arm around her shoulders and almost all his weight leaning on her, partly from the exhaustion of the evening, partly because he loved to tease her.

"Every single person here saw how red you got" Jimin replied with an amused smile before the girl could, taking the perfect opportunity to tease his group mate when he was usually the butt of the jokes.

"Aish" Tae sighed theatrically, faking a look of devastation "my reputation as a tough guy is ruined because of you, Chaeri-ya."

Chaeri raised an eyebrow. “When have you ever had a tough guy reputation?” she said with a playful tone

"Hey, you" a sarcastic, accusatory tone came from Namjoon as he approached the trio, who were dragging their feet, destroyed by now, along the floor, hoping to reach a place where they could sleep for hours. Many hours.

"Don't think I didn't realize you did it to avoid the speech you were supposed to prepare for tonight" Namjoon looked at her with a look that said it all, the look of someone who raised you and knows all your little tricks. 

"Oops?" she looked at him, softening her eyes and curling her lips a bit to look more innocent - which she wasn't - and more forgivable - her behavior was absolutely unforgivable -. 

"So you didn't think for real that I was so handsome to leave you speechless?" Tae had pulled away from her half hug to look her in the eyes, his tone high-pitched.

"If it makes you feel better, I really think you're the prettiest of us all" 

"Ha! Did you hear that, Hyung? I really am the prettiest"

taglist: @alixnsuperstxr | @bts-dream | @enchantingbrowneyedgirl | @ycuvi | @cosmicwintr

[hyukasmama]

Major TXT vibes

[7ndipity]

Accidental Announcement

Taehyung x Idol Reader

Summary: You and Tae’s relationship is revealed to his members in an unplanned, slightly awkward way.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: suggestive, like one swear, Tae refers to reader as his girlfriend,

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who sent both of these requests! I decided to combine them into the same piece, I hope that’s okay. Idk why, but it’s funny to me that I went from not really knowing much about Idol AUs, to having several ongoing series’ of them on this blog!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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The backstage area of the music show was always so crowded and noisy that it made it easy for Tae to slip up beside you without anyone really paying attention, catching your hand in his before leaning in closer than nessary to mumble lowly in your ear.

“I’ve got a room to myself tonight, do you want to come over?”

“What exactly are you suggesting?” You asked, casting a sidelong glance at him, a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.

“Whatever you want.” He replied, slipping a keycard into your hand smoothly before going back to find his members.

You were a bit surprised by his brazeness of the action, the past few weeks apart while traveling with your respective groups having apparently made him a little more needy than usual, though you couldn’t say you minded.

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Tae to slip off to each others rooms when you found out you were staying at the same hotel, but it was usually brief since there was the constant risk of one of the members walking in on you, due to having to share rooms all the time. But having a solo room meant there was no such threat for once.

You slipped down to his room after he texted that the coast was clear, spending a relatively quiet evening together before getting ready for bed, borrowing one of his t-shirts to sleep in, having conveniently ‘forgotten’ to bring your own pj’s with you.

As you wandered back out of the bathroom, you noticed Tae very engrosed in whatever it was that he was watching on his phone.

Out of curiosity, you snuck up behind him and peeked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse at his phone, surprised to see yourself, winking at the camera as you danced earlier that night during the music show.

“Are you watching fan edits of me?!” You squealed, making him jump and drop his phone, which you were quick to snatch up to get a better look.

“Ya! That was just in my recomendations! Give it back!” He jumped to his feet, chasing you round the bed, but you were too quick, darting across the mattress to save yourself from a full body tackle. You tried to make a dash for the bathroom, but were to slow, as he managed to grab hold of your arm and spin you so you were pinned between him and the front door.

“Give me that!” He giggled breathlessly as he wrangled his phone out of your grip.

“I can’t believe it, you’re such a fanboy!” You laughed, equally out breath, choosing to wrap your arms around his neck both for support and to pull him down to your eye level.

“Only because you’re so cute.” He cooed, catching your lips in a teasing kiss, trailing his hands up your sides slowly and making you squirm against him, momentarily lost in the feel of each other that you didn’t hear the sound of his door knob turning.

“Taehyung, do you know where- Yi-ash!” Before either of you could react, the door had opened, resulting in you and Tae falling out into the hallway, landing squarely at Jin’s feet in pile of limbs.

For a moment, you all froze, staring wide-eyed at each other in shock.

“Hyung, I-” Tae started.

“What was tha- whoa.” The door to the room next to Tae’s opened, revealing Jungkook and Jimin now peering out, equally shocked. “Y/n?”

“Hi, guys.” You said awkwardly, hyper aware of how compromising your current position looked. “Uh, Tae, can I get up?” You whispered, snapping you boyfriend out of his daze.

“Yeah, sorry!”

“What’s going on?” Jin asked as Tae scrambled to his feet and helped you up.

“Nothing! We were just-”

“Does Namjoon know about this?” Jungkook asked.

“Know about what?”

“Oh, for shit’s sake!” Tae whipped around to face the leader and Hobi, who had just exited the elevator, trying to hide you behind his back, as if that was going to help anything at this point.

“What is with all the noise?” Yoongi opened his door, blinking tiredly at the sight of everyone standing in the hall for several long seconds before wordlessly closing the door again, deciding against involving himself in whatever scene was unfolding right now.

“What’s going on?” Joon asked, glancing around at his members, eyes widening slightly as he spotted you, wearing one of Tae’s t-shirts and wishing to dissolve into the wallpaper. “Y/n?-”

“Y/n’s my girlfriend.” Tae blurted out loudly, causing everyone’s attention to whip to him, including yours. ”We’re dating, but I haven’t told the company yet.”

There was another pause as that information sank in, before Junkook spoke again, breaking the silence.

“Way to go, hyung.” He grinned at you and Tae.

“Yeah, good for you guys.” Jimin agreed, shooting you both a thumbs up.

“You’re not mad?” Tae asked, glancing at everyone nervously.

“Why would we be mad? So long as you’re careful, It’s your life.” Hobi said encourangingly.

“Yeah, I mean, I would’ve rather not have found out by catching you two doing that-” Jin said.

“We weren’t doing anything!” Tae exclaimed.

“Tell that to the hickey on you neck.” Jimin chirpped, dissolving into giggles as Tae clapped a hand to his neck in alarm.

“Okay, um, we can talk about this later, can everyone just please go back to your rooms before one of the staff shows up?” Joon said quickly, herding the two younger members back into their room.

“Be safe, you two!” Jungkook called, closing the door before Tae could snap back at him.

“Thank you, hyung.” Tae said to Namjoon.

“Don’t worry about it, man, we’ll talk later.” Joon replied, patting Tae on the shoulder before nodding to you. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” You said, catching Tae’s hand before making your way back to his room.

“Oh, hyung?” Tae leaned back out into the hall to address Jin. “What was it you came to ask me?”

The eldest member blinked for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t even remember.”

Tae nodded. “Alright then, goodnight.” He closed the door firmly, making sure both locks were engaged before slumping against it with a groan.

“Well, that’s not how I planned for that to go.” He said, rubbing his face tiredly.

“What? Telling you bandmates about us, or asking me to be your girlfriend?” You asked, leaning against the dresser as you studied him.

“Both.” He admitted, looking at you apologetically. “I am so, so sorry.”

You shrugged. “At least it was just them and not your manager.”

He nodded before slowly straightening and coming to stand in front of you. “Will you let me fix one of my missteps from tonight?”

“Depends which one it is.” You said, smirking up at him.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you, staring down at you solomly.

“Hmm.” You pretended to mull it over. “I guess.”

“You guess?!” He balked, making you laugh.

“Yes, you goof, I will.” You relented, wraping your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss.

“Good, I don’t think my heart could take any more surprises tonight.” He mumbled against your mouth.

“Plus, the guys would be upset.”

“The guys?” He raised a brow at you before hoisting you up and dropping you on the bed. “I don’t want to hear about ‘the guys’ again for the rest of the night.” He grumbled, climbing to hover over you.

“Are you possesive now?” You asked, grinning up at him.

“You’re gonna find out.”

[0piumlol]

The puppy betrayal

Pairing:Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: None, except Jungkook being an absolute menace

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Enemies-to-Lovers (but more like Annoyances-to-Lovers)

Summary: Your dog keeps escaping into Jungkook’s apartment, and you’re starting to think it’s not an accident. Every day, you wage war against your suspiciously handsome neighbor for pet custody, but Jungkook is having way too much fun acting like he’s the dog’s favorite. And worse? He might actually be right.

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The first time your dog went missing, you had a full-blown panic attack.

The second time, you were *slightly* calmer.

The third time? You had a hunch.

Which is why you were standing in front of apartment **3B**, jabbing the doorbell with all the aggression of someone ready to fight.

It only took a few seconds before the door swung open, revealing *him*.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your neighbor. Your nuisance. The man who had apparently stolen your dog.

He grinned, eyes twinkling with amusement as he leaned lazily against the doorframe. “Oh, look who it is,” he drawled. “Let me guess—you lost something?”

You crossed your arms. “Cut the act. I *know* he’s here.”

Jungkook gasped, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “Are you accusing me of *dognapping*?”

“Jungkook.”

His lips twitched like he was trying not to laugh. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he stepped aside—revealing the traitorous sight of your dog, tail wagging, happily curled up on Jungkook’s couch.

Your *own* dog. In *his* apartment. Acting like he *lived there.*

“Unbelievable,” you muttered.

Jungkook smirked. “I don’t know, I think it’s *very* believable.”

With an annoyed huff, you stepped inside, clapping your hands. “Come on, buddy. Let’s go.”

Your dog lifted his head. Looked at you. Looked at Jungkook. And then—

He flopped back down.

“Oh my god,” you whispered in horror. “He’s *betrayed* me.”

Jungkook let out the most *obnoxious* laugh you’d ever heard. “Looks like someone has a *favorite* neighbor.”

You glared. “What are you bribing him with?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Maybe he just likes me more.”

“That’s *impossible.*”

“Is it?” He grinned. “Because *I* don’t lose him every other day.”

You inhaled sharply. “You did *not* just imply that I’m a bad dog mom.”

Jungkook held up his hands. “I’m just saying, *if* he keeps running to my place, maybe I should get visitation rights.”

“This is a *war*, Jeon.”

Jungkook leaned against the counter, smirking. “Then may the best owner win.”

The next few weeks turned into an all-out custody battle.

You tried everything—closing every window, double-checking the locks, even bribing your dog with extra treats.

But every single time, somehow, some way, he *still* ended up in Jungkook’s apartment.

Jungkook, of course, was *thriving*.

“Back again?” he greeted one afternoon, your dog perched happily in his lap as he scratched behind his ears. “I think at this point, you should just admit defeat.”

“I think at this point, I should call the cops.”

“Go ahead,” he said, smirking. “I’d love to see how that conversation goes. ‘Hi, officer. I’d like to report a crime—my dog likes my hot neighbor more than me.’”

You scowled. “You are *not* hot.”

Jungkook hummed, unimpressed. “You hesitated.”

“I *did not*—”

“I’m keeping him overnight.”

“Excuse me?!”

Jungkook grinned. “For science.”

“Jungkook, you are *not* keeping my dog for science.”

“Why not?” He looked entirely too pleased with himself. “I bet if you leave, he won’t even try to follow you.”

“Fine,” you huffed. “Let’s test your stupid theory.”

You turned on your heel and marched toward the door, fully expecting your dog to leap up and trot after you.

Except.

He didn’t.

Jungkook made an *actual* effort to stifle his laughter this time, but you could see the way his shoulders shook.

“I hate you,” you muttered.

“No, you don’t,” he said cheerfully. “You just hate that I’m winning.”

You stormed out of his apartment, slamming the door behind you.

It was official.

Your dog loved Jungkook more than you.

And you had absolutely no idea how to fix it.

Jungkook took his victory *very* seriously.

From that day on, he started calling himself your dog’s *co-parent*, which was **insufferable**. Every time you ran into him in the hallway, he’d shoot finger-guns at you with some obnoxious remark.

“Visitation rights are still up for discussion, just so you know.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pick him up for the weekend.”

“Do you need me to help with *dog support payments*?”

It was endless. *Endless.*

But then—because Jungkook was incapable of leaving well enough alone—he started calling you a **bad pet owner**.

“Does he even get enough exercise?” he asked one evening, arms crossed. “Because I take him on *long* walks.”

“I walk him *every* day.”

Jungkook arched a brow. “You mean that little lap around the block?”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he repeated, that stupid grin on his face. “You just hate that I’m right.”

Jungkook started showing up with dog treats. With new toys. With a *matching collar and leash set that made your heart stupidly warm.*

You’d never admit it, but you were starting to lose the war.

Jungkook wasn’t just *good* with your dog—he was great. He was affectionate and playful, always making time for walks, always knowing exactly how to scratch behind his ears.

And it was *annoying*.

Because you were starting to realize that *maybe*—just maybe—you didn’t mind losing.

You were sitting on Jungkook’s couch one evening, your dog sprawled out between the two of you, when he spoke.

“You know,” he mused, scratching behind his ears, “we should just share custody at this point.”

You scoffed. “Not happening.”

“Why not?”

You rolled your eyes. “Because then you’d never shut up about winning.”

Jungkook smirked. “You’re assuming I *haven’t* already won.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but then—

He looked at you. *Really* looked at you.

And suddenly, for the first time since this ridiculous battle started, you realized—

This wasn’t about the dog anymore.

“You like me, don’t you?” you blurted out.

Jungkook blinked.

Then, with the most *obnoxious* smirk you’d ever seen, he leaned back against the couch and shrugged.

“Took you long enough to notice.”

Your mouth went dry. “Oh.”

He chuckled. “So?”

You looked at him, at the man who had turned your entire world into a custody battle—and suddenly, *suddenly*, it didn’t feel like a war anymore.

“…Fine,” you muttered. “We can share custody.”

Jungkook grinned. “Knew you’d come around.”

And just like that, he *won*.