#if a kitten gets scared of water bt you bath it once with a still amount kn the sink

[chimeragirlpleopods]

you know it's probably the case for every newborn living thing but it's fucked when you get a brand new creature you have to wrap in your head most things don't have the concept of Causality and Permanence active still

[whitesparrows97]

A Thousand Springs – Part 6

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sexual content including dirty talk, fingering and masturbation

Word Count: 5.3K

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(picture credit: photograph by Mok Jung Wook for TIME Magazine)

When you changed your clothes a short time later and left your room together with Taehyung, Jimin was already waiting for you at the end of the stairs. When he saw you, he stretched out a hand to you, which you accepted with a laugh. 

You watched him, holding your breath, as he put your interlaced fingers to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. Your heart jumped as he looked at you from below between single dark strands of his hair, grinning.

“I heard we are spending some time together?”

You nodded. “I really wanted to see the garden,” you admitted.

“Then I’ll show you the garden,” the dark-haired man promised.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Taehyung said and pressed a light kiss on your temple to say goodbye. “And behave yourselves,” he added playfully as he went up the stairs again, presumably to his room.

“I don’t know what he means by that,” Jimin said, but his grin said the opposite. He guided you by the hand he was still holding in his hand towards the garden. You noticed how good your hand felt in his; his thumb circled soothingly on the back of your hand and you had to pull yourself together not to shudder at the touch.

You hadn’t been able to gain much experience in this particular area and so much had happened in the last few hours. It almost seemed as if fate was now catching up with everything you had missed the last few years. You admitted to yourself that although you were a little scared, curiosity and anticipation about what was to come prevailed. 

Jimin let go of your hand to open the big door that led to the garden. He made an inviting movement and asked you to follow him outside. Just like the inside of the villa, the garden was a speechless place. 

A white gravel path meandered through the green areas, which had to be maintained regularly, so neat they looked. A few hundred meters away you could see the small building that you had already seen from the living room. A little further ahead was another building and even from a distance you could see the green tendrils winding their way up the white marble columns. 

When you turned your eyes in front of you, you saw the pool which, contrary to your expectations, stretched several meters to the left. At the pool there were a couple of bright couches that separated the pool from a Jacuzzi. The water was still quiet and calm. 

“Do you like it?” Jimin asked and looked at you expectantly.

“How could I not like that, Jimin,” you smiled, but your smile disappeared quickly. “May I ask you something? And please answer honestly.”

Jimin frowned, but nodded anyway.

“How do you get so much money? You’re hardly older than me and I can barely afford an apartment with my best friend.”

Jimin avoided your gaze and hesitated.

“Okay, let me rephrase that,” you tried again when he didn’t provide an answer. “You’re not involved in any dangerous business, are you? That is all I need to know for now.”

Jimin’s gaze found yours and a slight smile spread across his face. He took a few steps towards you so that he stood right in front of you and you felt your heartbeat accelerate.

He put his hands on your shoulders and squeezed them once before answering: “No, we have earned our money honestly, don’t worry.”

His gaze radiated so much sincerity that you couldn’t help but believe him. Apparently, however, he did not want to give you any other answer than this, and you had no choice but to be satisfied with it.

“Shall we go for a walk?” he asked and gave you a smile. 

“I would love to,” you replied and the white gravel crunched under your feet as you walked towards the white building. Suddenly something occurred to you and you stopped moving. Jimin turned to you questioningly.

“I know it sounds a bit childish now,” you started and spoke quickly before you could change your mind. “Do we want to make a race to the building?”

Jimin laughed and you could swear at that moment that it was one of the most beautiful sounds you have ever heard. 

“You don’t stand a chance against me, you realize that, don’t you?”

You tilted your head slightly to the side. “Are you giving me a head start?”

“What kind of race is that then?” he laughed, but you had already run past him laughing. White pebbles jumped to the side under the weight of your feet and you were distracted from the sight for a moment. The loud sound of two feet behind you quickly brought you back to reality.

You looked back at the white marble columns, which were now only a few meters away from you. Just a few more seconds and you–

Strong arms grabbed you from behind and wrapped around the center of your body so that you were being stopped in your movement.

“That wasn’t fair,” Jimin whispered into your ear and his breath tickled slightly. You noticed immediately that he was barely out of breath while you were struggling for air.

“And yet I didn’t win,” you said laughing, which went down a bit in an attempt to pump enough air into your lungs. Jimin loosened his arms and you turned to him. “What exactly is this?” You were pointing behind you.

Jimin slowly started walking towards the small building and you adapted to his step so that you could walk next to each other. You could see up close that it wasn’t finished. Only the floor tiles, the marble columns and beams for a roof or a next floor were there.

“Actually, the villa was originally supposed to be built here,” the dark-haired man began to explain. “But the builders quickly realized that the ground was too uneven and yielding to build a villa to the extent they intended.” He stroked thoughtfully over one of the columns as he passed and carefully touched the roses that were climbing up it.

“Don’t you normally do tests before you build? So that something like that doesn’t happen?”

Jimin just smiled. “You forget that the villa is very old and if I’m honest, I don’t think the builders at the time knew too much about architecture.”

You just raised your eyebrow without comment and continued to look around. In contrast to the rest of the garden, this part seemed to be almost overgrown. In the last decades plants of all kinds had searched their way through the heavy floor slabs and turned over the columns to the roof. Looking up, you had the feeling of looking into a green leafy sky. The plant tendrils had woven themselves into a dense net and the light that shone through bathed the surroundings in a warm, slightly greenish light.

Your gaze was turned back downwards by a strong hand on your lower jaw and your breath got stuck in your throat as you looked straight into two dark eyes. You hadn’t noticed how close Jimin had come to you and you could feel his warm breath on your face. Immediately your heartbeat accelerated and you felt the heat rising into your cheeks. 

“Sometimes I feel like you’re in your own world,” Jimin murmured and it was more of a whisper than anything else. 

Your breath came out in short bursts and you were afraid that Jimin would hear your heartbeat, so loudly it struck. Or that he would see it, as in all the child series back in the day, where the heart was pounding out of the chest in excitement.

“I’m sorry,” you quietly returned. Your hands seemed to develop a life of their own and placed themselves on Jimin’s chest as if by themselves. You could feel the muscles underneath and with every breath they lifted and lowered. Surprised you noticed that it was an irregular rhythm and you asked yourself if he felt the same as you did at that moment.

His other hand stroked your hair from your face and came to rest on your cheek. As he slowly approached, you closed your eyes, but the lips you wanted to feel so eagerly on yours did not come. Instead he put his forehead against yours and remained like that for a moment. 

“You have no idea what you’re doing to us, kitten.”

 Your eyes jumped open; Jimins were still closed and he seemed to have to take a deep breath for a moment. 

“Kiss me, Jimin,” you burst out before you could stop yourself. Your eyes widened as you realized how direct you were right now. That was a side you didn’t know of yourself and you wondered how much the seven men would change you if they had done that in the short time.

Jimin laughed quietly, opened his eyes and looked deeply into yours for a moment. Butterflies flew in your belly – although you would almost call it an angry wasp’s nest, so strong was the feeling inside you. 

“No ‘please’?” he asked, mischievously grinning and you watched in admiration as his eyes narrowed again into small crescents.

You shook your head before he passed the last few inches between you and pressed his full lips on yours. You sighed contentedly into the kiss and pulled him closer to you by his shirt. His hand detached from your jaw and embraced your waist from where he slowly stroked your back up and down.

Quickly the kiss became more intense and his tongue begged on your lips for entry. Without hesitation you opened it and immediately his tongue explored your mouth. You gently bit his lower lip and he hummed satisfied.

He took a few steps backwards without interrupting the kiss and as he slowly bent down you knew what he was up to. He sat down on one of the stone benches that stood between the columns and dragged you with him so that you sat on his lap; one leg on each side of him. 

You buried one hand in his hair and sighing you noticed how soft it was. It glided through your fingers like water on a warm summer morning. Jimin broke away, only to wander down with his lips. On his way to your neck, he left many little kisses before searching your throat for the point that Taehyung had already taken care of extensively in the living room a few hours ago.

Your quiet moaning told him directly that he had found the right spot and he bit the spot lightly. You pulled in the air sharply and almost apologetically he pressed a kiss on that spot. As he turned to your lips again, his hands moved from your back to your thighs. He pulled you even closer to him so that your hip was pressed against his crotch.

He gave a deep groan and repeated the movement again. 

“Ji– Jimin,” you tried to say between the kisses.

He only answered with a ‘Hm-hm’ and turned back to your neck. 

“Taehyung said we should behave.”

Jimin nibbled on a spot and you were sure that your neck was full of bruises by now.

“Oh, we are behaving very well,” he said and grabbed you firmly by the thighs. He lifted you up with ease, stood up, only to lay you on the bench he had just sat on. He sat down directly on your crotch, his feet standing firmly on the floor on each side of the bench.

“Not anymore, though,” he said as he leaned down to you and slowly began to circle his hips against yours. “If I fucked you right here and now.”

You moaned loudly at his words and his steady rhythm against your crotch.

“But as I see, you would still like that.” He looked deep into your eyes before he asked: “Or maybe not?”

You nodded, a little too willingly.

Jimin smiled and started kissing your neck down, further towards your décolleté. “Unfortunately, that doesn’t work,” he whispered against your skin just before he arrived at the top of your breasts.

“Why not?” you asked quietly and you noticed how whiny your voice sounded. But you could care more. 

The dark-haired man sat up and looked at you for a moment. “Taehyung is the one who is allowed to have you first.”

“Why is that?” you asked and you missed the contact of his lips with your skin and the skillful movements he had made with his hips.

“Because he found you. He has led you to us and therefore we may only go as far as he has already gone with you.”

“And if I don’t want that?”

Jimin smiled at you, but shook his head. “For seeming so shy earlier, you are now quite demanding.”

Immediately the heat rose into your cheeks and you tried to sit up, which you gave up quickly because Jimin didn’t make any effort to move. “I thought you had been asleep?”

“I had been,” he replied laughing and stood up. “But some loud noises woke me up.”

You didn’t know it was possible, but your cheeks turned a nuance redder. “Sorry,” you mumbled as you sat up again. 

“Oh, kitten, there’s no more beautiful sound than this to wake up,” Jimin said and pulled you up from the bench. “I could get used to it,” he added with a grin and you hit him on the arm laughing. 

“We should go back. It’s getting dark already and Jin will probably finish dinner soon,” the dark-haired man said with a quick glance to the villa. 

He was right. The sun had almost disappeared behind the horizon and you were a little upset that you had missed the sunset. It would certainly have been a beautiful view from your bedroom window.

Your gaze fell on Jimin again and slid down his body. You once swallowed briefly when you noticed his erection that was more than obvious.

“Jimin, is there anything I should... I mean, can I somehow…” You tried and made a short gesture in the direction of the problem.

When he noticed what your concern was, he pulled you to himself and walked side by side with you back towards the villa.

“You don’t need to. As I said, we don’t want to upset Taehyung,” he said and once winked at you. “I just hope Jin still needs some time before the food is ready.”

You frowned and looked at him questioningly. “Why is that?”

Jimin laughed and immediately your heart jumped at that sound. “You are still so innocent, kitten. But we’ll change that soon.”

Now it clicked with you and your mouth formed into a little ‘Oh’. 

“But you know that I can help you too,” you said just before you reached the terrace.

“I appreciate that, Y/N.” You walked past the pool and Jimin opened the patio door. “See you at dinner,” he whispered in your ear before he kissed your cheek and grinned as he climbed up the stairs. He gave you a quick look over his shoulder and wobbled his eyebrows, which made you laugh before you also went up the stairs to your room.

When you could finally close the door behind you, you took a deep breath. Jimin was right, for the fact that a few hours ago you were still so in favor of taking things slowly, you could hardly wait. You couldn’t suppress the bad feeling that came up. Did that make you a slut, that you longed so much for not just one but seven men?

You pushed those thoughts aside and decided to take a hot bath before eating. Hopefully this would calm your thoughts a bit. As the water slowly filled the big tub, you picked something to wear. You reached for a dark red, slightly longer sweater and black leggings. It was slowly getting colder again in the evenings and you needed something comfortable to wear after this exhausting day.

Satisfied you let yourself slide into the hot water and could not suppress a sigh as it surrounded you. The day had been full of ups and downs and you were glad that everything had turned for the better. At least for the time being. You had made a promise not to be so naive anymore to believe that you would be safe. But when you were with the seven men, you had the feeling that nothing and nobody could harm you. They just felt like... yes, like home.

Pictures went into your head of Taehyung as you sat on the sofa and how his hand had slipped under your top. You closed your eyes when you remembered and you could still practically feel his fingers on your body. Your hand slowly slid down your body and came to a halt in your crotch. You remembered how good his lips had felt on yours and how he had skillfully rolled your nipple between his fingers.

Your middle finger slid directly to your opening and started pumping in and out at a fast, steady pace, while your thumb made circling movements on your clit. Quickly the knot in your abdomen was there again, which had never completely disappeared the whole day and you already noticed how it was tightening almost painfully fast. 

With the speed and the images whirring in your head, you wouldn’t need long. Your free hand slipped to your breasts and encircled your one nipple, but it was nothing compared to what it had felt like when Taehyung had done it. You increased the pressure on your clitoris and inserted a second finger at the same time and you could no longer hold back the sounds that were rising in your throat.

Only the soft ripple of the water that bumped against the walls of the bathtub and your soft moaning could be heard in the small room. Yet you felt that it was incredibly loud, so much was it reflected by the high ceilings and the tiles. After all, you had thought of closing the bathroom door so that nobody would hear anything, even if they were standing in the hallway. At least you hoped so.

The knot tightened even more and you pinched your eyes as you accelerated your movements a little. Your back rose from the bottom of the tub and you pushed your back through to keep pushing towards your hand. Your moaning stopped when you, holding your breath, came hard. You slowed down your movement as you slowly recovered from your orgasm and only stopped when your clit began to hurt from overstimulation.

“Okay, now I really need a hot bath,” you mumbled to yourself before gliding back into the hot water.

After half an hour you stood freshly washed and dressed in the kitchen and watched Jin as he was in the final stages of food preparation. It was incredibly relaxing to see how skillfully he could handle everything and what he had conjured up in a short time. You had offered to help him and at first he had accepted it gratefully. But when he noticed that just to peel one potato you needed as much time as he did to peel most of the rest, he had carefully but decisively banished you to a chair at the counter.

It was only fair to you because you could observe Jin better. You were impressed by his positive manner and lightness with which he approached everything. In addition, his jokes, often not very good, made you laugh. While the rice was cooking, Jin turned to you with a knowing grin.

“I just found out that I’m colorblind,” he said.

Surprised, you raised your eyebrows. “Oh, I didn’t know that,” you remarked quietly, not quite sure what to say.

“Yes, I know. The news came completely out of the green.”

You needed a moment when you just sat quietly on the bar stool and wondered if it was worth laughing. But before you could stop yourself, a grin spread out on your face and a laugh rose in your chest. 

“Jin, you are such a dork,” you mumbled, the smile hadn’t completely disappeared from your lips yet.

You thought for a moment and found that it was the perfect opportunity to ask Jin something. You had learned that he was the oldest and so he might answer your questions. Also, you had a halfway harmless question compared to the others.

“Jin, has any of you ever had a girlfriend?”

The cooking spoon Jin held in his hand fell out of his hand and landed on the floor with a loud clatter. 

He had turned his back on you and you couldn’t see his face when he picked it up from the floor again. Nothing could be seen of his lightness and playfulness. “Of course we already had girlfriends…” He finally replied somewhat evasively and with his answer you felt a short stab in the heart, which you skillfully ignored.

“Of course,” you mumbled and stroked thoughtlessly over the pattern of the worktop. However, Jin’s hand, which laid gently on yours, stopped your movement. You looked up in surprise and straight into his brown eyes, which were illuminating you warmly.

“But it was a long time ago that one of us had a girlfriend,” he said, and you frowned.

“Why? It’s certainly not as if you didn’t have any offers.”

Jin just laughed and turned back to the food. “You may be right, but we’re not really interested in it. At least until recently.”

“Why did I change your mind?” You suddenly had the feeling of being very close to the answer to all your questions. 

“I’m not allowed to say that.”

Your heart sank and you slipped from the bar stool to stand next to Jin. He completely ignored your presence and started to divide the food into different bowls and plates.

“Jin…” you said quietly and put one hand on his upper arm, which stopped him moving. “You can tell me anything. I just want to know the truth.”

“What truth?”

You turned 180 degrees and saw Namjoon drop onto the bar stool on which you had just been sitting. He smiled at you and Jin slightly, raising an eyebrow questioningly and waiting for an answer.

“Preferably the whole truth,” you gave back and also pulled an eyebrow up as you leaned against the counter behind you.

“Oh, you’ve gotten pretty sassy,” he noticed and your eyes fell on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly and just wanted to turn around again when Namjoon’s dark voice stopped you.

“You don’t have to be sorry about that, quite the opposite. I like it…”

When you looked at him again, you felt the heat rise into your cheeks. Although the kitchen island was between you, you had the feeling that his gaze was piercing right through you and he could read every thought, every secret you had.

You couldn’t stand his gaze for long and were happy when Jin asked you to take the plates to the dining room. 

“I’ll tell the others,” Namjoon said as you walked through the door to the dining room. 

Your breath stopped at the sight and you almost dropped the two plates in your hands. The entire ceiling was a single painting, surrounded by stucco and small sculptures of angels placed in every corner of the room. Right in the middle of the ceiling was a pompous chandelier whose light bathed the room in a pleasant warmth.

The heavy, dark wooden table was already set and you carefully put the plates on it. When you turned around, you practically ran into Hoseok. He just laughed and held you by your upper arms so that you didn’t trip.

“Careful,” he said, still smiling slightly before sitting at the table.

It didn’t take long and each of the chairs was occupied and all the plates and bowls were spread out on the table. You were about to start when your cell phone started ringing. 

“I’m sorry, I have to get that,” you apologized after you spotted a look at the caller. “But don’t wait for me,” you called behind you before you left through the door.

“Ali, hey!” you greeted your best friend with relief.

“Y/N, where are you?” Directly, as always. 

“I’m fine, Ali. I left you a message,” you started. 

“Yes, you did,” she replied and you couldn’t help but overhear her slightly angry tone. “‘Hello Ali, please don’t worry. I’ll be gone for some time, I’ll explain it to you when we meet again’,” she read out the message you wrote a few hours ago in a hurry. “Do you know what that sounds like to me, Y/N? It sounds like you were kidnapped and forced to write this.”

You had to suppress a laugh. “Alison, let me explain. I…”

“You…?” she asked after you had been silent for a moment.

You take a quick breath. “I met a few people from my family.”

Nervously you waited for a reaction that didn’t seem to come at first. “Are you still there, Ali?”

“Yes, yes, I’m still there,” she replied and it sounded as if she had woken up from a stiffness. “I thought, well, I had actually thought that you... you know. That you were all alone.”

You smiled. “I was never alone, I always had you. But I know what you mean. I also didn’t know that I still had relatives. They wrote to me a few days ago and I thought it would be a good idea to spend some time with them and get to know them better.” 

An unpleasant cold spread in your stomach when you told your best friend the whole story of lies you had been thinking about in the last few hours. You pushed the feeling aside and tried to convince yourself that it was best for her to be kept out of everything. 

“So you won’t be living here for the next few weeks?” she asked after you told your story.

“Maybe just to get a few more things. The departure was relatively spontaneous and I forgot a few things for Uni.” 

You flinched when two hands suddenly lay around your waist from behind. Your head was spinning around, but you relaxed directly as you saw the blond hair and two warm brown eyes looked at you questioningly. ‘In a moment,’ you imitated with your mouth and held an index finger up.

“We’re all waiting for you,” Taehyung whispered into your ear, to which you didn’t hold the cell phone pressed. His mouth wandered over your neck further down to your shoulder and you had trouble concentrating on what Ali said.

“Ali–,” you began, but broke off when Taehyung began to suck on a sensitive spot. You pressed your lips firmly together so that you wouldn’t make an awkward sound and Ali might doubt the whole family story after all. “Alison, I have to go now,” you hurried to say and your voice sounded pressed. Before she could say anything else, you had already hung up.

“You shouldn’t have hung up so suddenly, that was rude,” Taehyung breathed against your neck and you could literally feel his smile. You laid your hands on his and leaned against him.

“I just wanted to spare us a few embarrassments,” you replied and closed your eyes. The unpleasant feeling that had spread inside you during the lie for Alison had completely given way to a pleasant warmth. 

“Am I embarrassing you?” Taehyung asked when his hands came loose from yours and slowly slid under your sweater. You just shook your head and reached back with one hand to hook your fingers into his hair. You didn’t need to touch yourself to realize that your leggings were probably already soaked through and as good as it felt, you hated how much control Taehyung had over your body. 

His fingers slid further up and had arrived at the bottom of your bra, where they stayed for a moment. His mouth was on your ear and you shuddered at the feeling as his breath hit your skin. “I won’t do anything you don’t want,” he whispered. 

You nodded. “I know.” Still his fingers didn’t move any further and you realized that he was waiting for your confirmation. You suddenly had an idea in your head. 

You opened your eyes again and turned to him in Taehyung’s arms so that you could look at him. He frowned and looked at you in confusion.

“I want this, Tae,” you said and immediately his confusion gave way to a smile. He opened his mouth to speak, but you carefully put your hand on his mouth to prevent him from speaking. “I want you, all of you,” you continued, ignoring the blush that went into your cheeks. “But first I want to know what this is between us. Am I just a conquest that you throw away after a few days or weeks? I hardly know you at all, and yet I have the feeling that I have known you for ages. That doesn’t seem surprising to any of you, so please explain that to me. Please.”

The blond one looked at you silently for a moment after you let your hand sink down. He seemed to struggle with himself, as if he didn’t know how much he could say. You stroked his cheek encouragingly and he closed his eyes for a moment, sighing.

“Namjoon will kill me,” he muttered.

“Forget Namjoon for a moment,” you stepped right in and his eyes jumped up again at your demanding tone. “Please just answer my questions, Tae.”

He took another deep breath and pulled you a bit closer before his hands came to rest on your hips. “Do you believe in fate, Jagi?”

“Fate?” you asked and shook your head shortly afterwards. “I dislike the thought that I have no decision about my life. Why should you make decisions and make efforts if everything is predetermined anyway?”

“But fate does not mean that there is only one possible turn,” Taehyung added. “It just means that there is a way that you should go, but you don’t have to go. You can always decide against it.”

You frowned. “But doesn’t fate mean that no matter what you decide, you will always return to this path? So, that it is practically inevitable that an event will occur?”

“Not necessarily. There are... incidents that make it practically impossible for this path to happen.”

“Incidents?” You asked. “You mean death?”

“For example, but not only. Little things can change fate, tiny little decisions that may be barely noticeable at first, but could have huge effects hours, days, maybe even years later. Imagine if you hadn’t decided to go out with Alison last night to party. Or you would have gone back home because of the long queue in front of the club. Or you would have left half an hour later, then you might never have met David.”

“And I wouldn’t have met you either,” you added with a sad smile. “But when I understand it correctly, it was my fate that I met you yesterday in the club?” He nodded. “What would have happened if we hadn’t gone out to party? If something had come in between... Would we have known each other at some other time?”

Then he just shrugged his shoulders. “No one knows our fate, but I have the feeling that sooner or later we would have run into each other.”

“Why do you think that?”

Taehyung carefully removed a strand of hair from your face that had fallen in front of your eyes and which you hadn’t even noticed because you had been so absorbed in Taehyung’s story. 

“You’re our soulmate, Jagi, and we’re yours.”

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