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The Light of Dead Stars (04) | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x (f.) Reader; side Seokjin x (f.) OC; side Reader x Namjoon

Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, fake romance, boss/workmate aus; angst, drama, fluff, smut; slow burn

Chapter Warnings: Foul language, alcohol consumption; deceit; shirtless Jin (18+)

Chapter Word count: 8k

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Status: Complete

Series summary: Your unconventional arranged marriage with your company’s President, Kim Seokjin, is necessary, practical, and simple - both your families benefit, and he minds his own business and so do you. But when a slip-up causes his parents to believe that you and he are in love, you have no choice but to pretend you are, especially with the trip to France for his brother’s wedding coming up. When you get back to Seoul, things start to change, and Seokjin is faced with the most difficult decision he has to make.

The drive to the beach is a little far, but it’s not one you mind when you’re in a van with the Kim siblings - bickering like it’s all they know to do, and the little ones - bursting out in song randomly.

Taehyung brings up instances from their childhood that Jin and Sejeong correct him on, and it’s debates and arguments from then on. It’s hilarious, hearing them talk about it, especially about that time when Taehyung kept stealing Jin’s clothes because he wanted to look like his older brother, and ended up cutting the cuffs of the older’s favorite sweaters because they were too long.

Jin sits next to you, continuing his stories that only you can hear, and your laughter doesn’t stop. You’ve found yourself clinging onto his arm and leaning on him, and something bubbles in his chest at the action.

The feeling started yesterday, actually, or perhaps it was the day before - at the village when you both went shop hopping and kept making all these dinner plans for when you get back home. He loved the idea, that the closeness you’d feigned here would continue. Even if making dinner for each other was always a natural and regular occurrence, the fact that you could both pinpoint the dish or the ingredient to that moment makes it more intimate and meaningful, in a way.

Then yesterday, when his talent was pretty much exposed to you, he felt embarrassed - he always enjoyed singing but abandoned the hobby in college when studying and working became the most important things to him. And he hasn’t really sung in front of anyone aside from his family during karaoke nights, and to himself whenever he takes a shower.

He knew you were shocked but you were endeared, too. He could tell from whenever he glanced at you, as if you were savoring that side of him that allowed himself to let go, the side that was a little brave compared to how he normally is.

The fact that you could both go on teasing each other, to dancing without worries, to sharing a soft kiss like it was natural, shows the comfort he’s starting to feel around you. He’s always felt it, in a very straightforward, measured, and ironically guarded way. You’d both always kept your distance at home and in each other’s personal lives, but being here in France a few days in, he already feels that distance slowly disappearing.

You finally arrive at the resort that you’re checking into, which has access to a private beach. The rest of Jin’s family will be leaving after dinner, but since you and your husband wanted to check out a nearby farmer’s market, you decided to just stay the night.

The beach is stunning with clear blue waters and you want to dive right in. Jin, who’s already in his coral pink swim shorts, takes your hand and urges you to walk faster.

You settle on the lounge chair and he immediately removes his shirt, leaving you too stunned to speak that you don’t register him asking you to put sunblock on his back.

“Uh, sure,” you feign a smile, mentally cursing at yourself for your eyes failing to move away from his form.

He’s fit, surprisingly so. Not that you ever imagined him shirtless but the one time you did - no thanks to Dara’s wild imagination - you had a vision of a lanky man with wide shoulders. That was pretty much it. But the man standing in front of you is definitely more than that.

His broad shoulders catch your attention immediately, but so do his collarbones and his toned chest. His abs are defined; the ridges make you think that he prefers his time in the gym over socializing - but then of course, he purchased the exercise equipment in your guesthouse so it should be no surprise that he spends a lot of time there. But all that fall into a tiny waist and then into oddly slender yet toned thighs and legs for days. You don’t know what you were expecting but you’re sure it wasn’t this.

He sits with his back facing you and before you could lather the sunblock on his, he turns to you.

“This is what you refused to look at the first night, ___. I guess now I know why,” he teasingly laughs, and you groan at him then shift his chin to face the front.

“You better behave, Jin. Or else,” you threaten.

“You always say that but you never actually do anything,” he chuckles.

“Hey, don’t test me,” you playfully slap his arm, before pinching and tickling him again that has him laughing incessantly. “Hey, sit still, old man!”

“Stop tickling me, then!” He yells.

“Hey, lovebirds. Get in the water right after you two flirt, okay?” Taehyung smirks, and he gets away before his brother gets to throw sand on him as revenge.

“That brat,” Jin groans, prompting you to laugh again at their childish behavior.

“Shit dude, half of the bottle only for your shoulders,” you say, as you spread the lotion on his back. “We better buy some more. This won’t last us for the rest of the trip.”

“They sell here, I’ll buy later,” he responds, turning around after you tell him you’re done. “What about you?”

You stare at him for a few seconds before it registers and you nod, removing your dress to reveal your navy blue bathing suit with a neckline that doesn’t reveal too much. It’s one of your fancier pieces, something that Dara helped you pick out.

You’re too nervous to look at him and you miss the way he smiles at you. You turn around and he lathers the lotion on your back, his soft, slender fingers oddly feeling nice on your skin.

“You’re good. Now, let’s go,” he says, pulling you off the lounge chair, and your strength is no match to his.

The water is cool and refreshing, and you let yourself bask in the pretty views and how being in the French Riviera is something you never imagined yourself doing, with people you never imagined yourself you’d be enjoying so much with.

Jin’s laughter echoes across the water as he jokes with his brother and plays with his niece and nephew. He lets them sit on his shoulders, one child per side, and they squeal that they feel like they’re flying.

“Let’s play ‘chicken!’” Sejeong suggests, immediately clinging onto the back of her husband. “___, let’s go! We gotta protect the bride and groom so it’s you against me.”

“Yah, honey. Have you seen your brother’s shoulders? ___ already has an advantage over you because she’ll be so steady,” Hyo-seop chuckles while still assisting his wife on his back.

“Then hold onto me tighter, sweetie. Don’t let my brother’s shoulders intimidate you. We just gotta do better,” Sejeong replies, already laughing as you easily sit on Jin.

“Shit, this is comfortable. I can stay here all day,” you remark, smirking at your husband.

You’re all trying to get into position while you mindlessly play with Jin’s ears.

“Hey, behave!” he yells. “And don’t fart on me or I swear I’m going to bite your hand.”

“Ooh, kinky,” Taehyung smirks at both of you, and Jin could merely throw him a death glare.

Geonhoo and Ji-hoo squeal in excitement as the first round goes to their parents, given that you and Jin were still getting used to being this close; skin-to-skin contact is new territory to you both, after all. But after Jin helps you stand up and fixes your hair after you resurface from the water, he looks at you with determined eyes.

“I don’t like losing.”

You’d laugh at him if he didn’t look so serious, so you nod and get back on his shoulders, intent on winning yourself. Whether it’s his determination or the strength you’ve started to exert, it doesn’t matter - you and Jin win the next 2 rounds, and Taehyung declares you as the winning couple, saying he’ll give you an extra serving of lobster each during the wedding reception.

Everyone decides to take a break on the shore after the game, and letting the little ones settle on your lounge chairs for a quick nap, you and Jin sit on the beach mat and soak up the mid-afternoon sun. He supports himself with his arms stretched behind him, his head lolled back and eyes closed as he lets the sound of the waves soothe him.

He’s gorgeous, as his damp hair covers a bit of his eyes, his plump lips still looking satin from some feet away, and his neck - smooth and flawless with that defined Adam’s apple - is quite unreal. You want to laugh at yourself for getting to this point of ogling your husband. You barely paid much attention to his appearance after that first time 8 years ago, choosing not to let yourself think of how handsome he is because your ex-boyfriend didn’t allow you to look at another man for more than a second.

And so years after that ex of yours was no longer in your life, you just got used to Jin’s attractiveness as if it were a fact because everyone said so. It’s only just recently - between getting married to now - that you’re able to really appreciate the details that make him as beautiful as he is. But you could argue, after these first few days in France with him, that sure, it could be his flawless skin or perfectly-aligned features but more than that, it’s his good-natured personality and calming presence that makes him more.

He’s a man of perfection in the boardroom and he still is outside of it, but seeing him enjoy himself and be with his family, it’s different; he feels human to you, someone you can touch and hear and see and feel.

And it’s at this moment, when he shakes the water off his hair on your face to tease you and then flashes you his soft smile, that you know that after the divorce, you’re gonna try to still be friends with him. You hope that your naivete doesn’t get the better of you.

You spend the rest of the afternoon drinking cocktails and eating chips and laughing together as you stay on the beach mat, even after the kids had gone on to make sandcastles near you. You do a quick swim in the pool and enjoy the sunset with the rest of his family before washing up and changing to head to dinner at the resort’s restaurant. You get spoiled again, as Jin orders you their steak, which amounts to almost half your salary at one point, and you have to pinch yourself that you get to enjoy food as lovely and as expensive as this.

After another round of drinks, you bid his family goodbye and you head back to your room. There’s a couch that neither of you acknowledges. You lie on the bed next to each other like you have the past few nights and talk until the tiredness from laughing and staying under the sun have caught up to both of you.

“Today was fun,” he says, pulling the covers over your tired bodies.

“It was,” you smile, tapping his sunburnt nose to tease him so he pinches you back in retaliation.

“Sleep well,” he whispers, and something about how safe he makes you feel prompts you to softly smile and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear and caress his cheek, something he does as well. But he ruins it right after. “Just don’t snore too loudly.”

The days pass by too quickly for your liking.

The morning after your beach trip, you and Jin enjoyed breakfast at the resort and then spent the rest of the morning shopping in the nearby Farmer’s Market, finishing with another bag of ingredients to bring home.

Emile drove you around to marvel at different sceneries and stop by a fishing village for lunch and another round of buying specialty food and ingredients you could find. You and Jin were in-charge for dinner that night and had too much fun experimenting in the kitchen, leaving you both another laughing mess before you fell asleep.

The next day, you enjoyed the morning at the pool with the girls before Hyun-a was whisked off to another hotel where she’d spend time with her own family before the wedding, and the afternoon was spent shopping with Sejeong while both your husbands went golfing at a resort. You and your sister-in-law bought different types of soaps and clothes that you got to buy for a cheap price, including a gray sweatshirt that has a whale on it, similar to Jin’s favorite blue one that he wears so many times.

You were too shy to give it to him when you arrived that night, as you wondered if it would be weird for him that you got him a gift just because it reminded you of him, but Jimin convinced you over the phone that it’s no big deal.

You and your husband have always been honest with each other, your best friend reminded you, and if Jin would feel uncomfortable - “for whatever stupid reason, as if getting a gift from his wife isn’t normal,” as per Jimin - then he’d tell you, and you’d be okay.

Which is why the first thing you decided to do this morning when you woke up was give him the little gift.

You sit up on your bed and get the paper bag next to the night table, thinking that Jin will be waking up in a little while. It’s the day of the wedding, after all, and he has to do the big brother job of calming Taehyung down and wiping his tears because everybody knows that he’d be crying once he sees Hyun-a.

“Why are you staring at the paper bag?” Jin’s gruff voice startles you.

You didn’t realize that’s exactly what you’ve been doing, as the last-minute nervousness overtakes you.

“Just, uh, convincing myself it’s not weird to be giving you a gift,” you stammer, looking at him.

This catches his attention, as he wipes his eyes and sits up, too. “You got me a gift?” He says, grabbing the bag from you. “Why would it be weird? I got you a dress.”

“For your brother’s wedding, yes. It’s beautiful but this is different. This is from my hard-earned money and–”

“Yah, I work hard for my money,” he says with a straight face.

“You know what I mean,” you pout.

“Not really.”

“You come from money; that makes all the difference.”

“Fine,” he gives in. “But then why would getting me something be weird? Spouses give each other gifts, although you never let me, which is unfair, by the way.”

“You can, as long as there’s a budget that I will impose,” you say. “But yeah, so this thing I got is–”

He tears open the bag before you get to finish your sentence, and he squeals in joy when he sees what’s inside.

“___, this is so sweet!” He pulls it over his head before you get to stop him because it’s not washed yet, and he stands up to check himself in the mirror. “I look good, don’t I?”

You’ve got to admit, it fits him well, and he looks good in gray - as he does in any color, really. But you merely hum in response, and he playfully rolls his eyes before he checks himself in the mirror again.

“I like it,” he says. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. It’s the least I could do for all that you’ve done and given me,” you smile, feeling a little sentimental. “We’ve been here for almost a week and I’ve eaten some of the best dishes of my life and I’ve seen such amazing sights that I’ll never forget. That gift barely even matches up to all that I’ve received from you but I guess I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you, a lot.”

Jin feels that you’re saying more than you planned and expected so he walks closer and sits next to you on the bed.

“I know it’s not easy to pretend to be into someone who isn’t the one you want and the fact that of all the people you had to be arranged with, it had to be me,” you continue. “I mean, the fact that you even had to be arranged just because of my family is insane, and you’ve treated me with nothing but kindness.”

You put your hand over his, wanting him to know you mean every single word. “So thanks again, Seokjin. I know it’s not even our wedding day for me to be even feeling sentimental but yeah, I just wanted you to know.”

“You’re cute when you’re being sentimental though,” he smiles, and if he didn’t look adorable, you’d smack his arm. “But thanks, really. You didn’t have to but this looks really pretty, way better than my favorite Thom Browne one.”

“Gee, I appreciate the comparison,” you chuckle.

He takes your hand this time. “This wasn’t easy for either of us, okay? And honestly, I’m having so much fun; it’s not even hard pretending, actually. I think the fact that we can be comfortable like this means it’s natural, and that makes everything better, right? I mean, imagine how hard it would be if we can’t stand each other. That would be a disaster.”

“It would be,” you chuckle. “But yeah, it’s a good thing we’re comfortable with each other. Otherwise I’d be cursing my existence everyday and that would be terrible.”

You feel lighter, being able to express your appreciation for him and sharing your feelings like that, as if the bottled up concerns of the past days have been released, and you’ll probably need another one of these ‘honesty moments’ with him after another week.

“Good. So today is gonna be quite the test,” he turns a bit serious. “More people, more socializing, and honestly, I’d want to just be next to you the whole time but I’ve gotta be close to my brother but either way, we’re gonna be fine. I don’t want you feeling down on yourself or insecure, okay? I want you to enjoy today.”

“I will,” you smile, knowing it’s one way to make things easier for him, too.

There’s a knock on the door and Jin opens to find the breakfast that Emile asked to be prepared. The kitchen is quite busy so he brought it up instead.

The eggs benedict smells amazing, and you can’t wait to sink your teeth into it. As you overlook the rolling hills outside the balcony and see how beautiful the weather is this morning, you already have a good feeling; it’s gonna be a good day.

You and Jin assess the meal preparations after your breakfast. The restaurant tasked to cater the wedding will be setting up in the indoor and outdoor kitchens to serve cocktails and dinner, and Taehyung and Hyun-a have asked both of you to check if everything is okay.

You both comply, knowing that especially for you, it’s the least help you could give to them, as everyone else seems to be quite busy for the big day. You’re offered some extra food for tasting and you couldn’t resist, and it’s enough to get you full for the rest of the early afternoon before the ceremony starts in a few hours.

You stay with Jin as he talks with Taehyung and with their parents until it’s time to start preparing.

You take a shower first and start doing your makeup with your robe on. Jin exits the bathroom after some time with his robe on as well, saying that he’ll dress up in the other room since he had his suit dry cleaned. He takes up as much time as you do in fixing up, and after a while, there’s a knock on the door.

“Oh,” Jin manages to say after a few seconds have passed. But you’re not any better, he thinks; you’re as wide-eyed as he is. “You look nice.”

“Nice?” You cross your arms. “And here I was, about to tell my husband that he looks dashing and unbelievably handsome.”

He chuckles as he enters the room. “Were you really?” He arches a brow.

“Yes. Not just anyone can pull off a look like this,” you wink.

He’s dressed in a printed collared button-down silk top under matching powder blue suit and trousers. Taehyung and Hyun-a didn’t want the wedding to be too formal, with everyone required to be dressed in light colors or in simple, printed outfits. Jin looks like he could be on the cover of a summer edition of a high-end magazine, and could might as well be the star model of a fashion show. His exposed forehead and the masculine yet delicate feel of the outfit add to the charm. You’re one lucky woman to be looking at this man for the rest of the day.

“But really, you’re handsome, Jin. I… I wish I can keep up,” you smile nervously.

“Hey,” he says, taking your hand and lifting it, motioning for you to slowly turn around for him to see everything.

He takes in your look - the cream-colored floral printed dress is cinched on the waist and flows to the floor beautifully, but the neck and back lines are low, revealing enough skin that quite frankly, is making his mind short-circuit, especially after seeing you look pretty in your bathing suit the other day. Your hair is styled nicely and your jewelry pieces are the perfect accessories to your outfit. It screams so you, in that it’s charming in its simplicity yet still elegant and confident.

“You look absolutely beautiful, ___,” he assures. “I mean it.”

You smile with more conviction this time and you feel lighter. Seeing his wrinkled collar, you reflexively fix it, your fingers grazing the back of his neck and then down his chest. His eyes follow and so do yours, until you’re both looking at each other once again.

It’s a soft intimate moment that you already feel guilty for having and even worse, enjoying; he has this ability to make you feel like you’re the only one he can see when he looks at you, so you remove your hands from his body and ask if you should go down already. He nods, so you take your purse and follow his lead, softly gripping his hand when his fingers brush against yours.

You both briefly meet Taehyung in the sitting room that has a view of the venue where the wedding will take place, which is in the extended garden of the property. He’s seated on the couch, dressed in his cream-colored suit, listening to his grandfather’s collection of jazz records and humming calmly. He looks excited, and more than anything, he looks incredibly happy.

“Hey, I know it’s quite early still but congratulations. I’m so happy for you,” you say, hugging him. Your hand finds Jin’s right after. “Now you can shut up about your dream wedding when we drink out.”

“Ah, thank you, especially for dealing with drunk me during those times but do know that I’ll be declaring my love for her still, just as her husband now,” he winks.

“What a romantic,” you giggle. “Hyun-a is one lucky woman.”

“My brother’s a romantic, too, you just gotta dig it out of him,” Taehyung smirks, “and maybe find the right person to do that.”

“Oh, I’ve seen hints of it,” you respond, turning to Jin whose ears have turned red. “It’s pretty cute.”

“Cute?” Jin scoffs. “I’ll have you know that my being romantic is very charming and more than cute.”

“Yeah, better start with affection, hyung. You two should hold hands like a couple your age; you’re doing it like an old couple,” Taehyung barks.

You and Jin look at your hands, palms faced down and grips are loose, kind of like how you’ve seen his parents and grandparents and even your parents do it.

“Yah, it’s a social event,” Jin reasons.

“It’s not just a social event, hyung. It’s your little brother’s wedding. We’re all about love here.”

“Whatever,” Jin rolls his eyes, but he immediately intertwines his fingers with yours and heat creeps up his cheeks.

“Hmm, quite charming, I would say,” you whisper in your husband’s ear. “And more than cute.”

You just wanted to tease, really, but somehow your heart jumps at the look he gives you, smug and cheeky. You’re about to smack him or tease him further when you hear his father’s voice close by.

“Ah, what a lovely sight,” he smiles at you. “I never thought I’d see the day that my eldest would be in love once again. It’s been what, 10 years since your last girlfriend?” He says.

“Not the ex, Father,” Taehyung gasps. “We don’t mention Nabi in this house. But I heard she and that man broke up some time ago so…”

Seokjin groans and you almost laugh at Taehyung’s idiocy if his brother didn’t seem affected, so you just stay quiet. You’ve never heard of his ex before, but then again, before this trip, you and Jin weren’t on that level. Back home, you’d mostly just talk about work and food; the most basic things about your lives are really the only things you’d tell each other.

But spending as much time as you do here and sleeping next to each other, you’ve shared more than in the past 6 months - your childhood, school, your dreams and aspirations. You don’t want to talk about your relationships yet, and it seems that neither does he, and it’s something you understand. You can’t help but think what could’ve happened that’s caused him to not pursue Seri further; what about her that’s holding him back?

“Well, all I can say is that I’m happy for you and ___, Son,” his father smiles.

“Tae’s the one getting married, not me,” Jin furrows his brows.

“We already had our heart-to-heart last night,” the older man chuckles. “He knows how happy I am for him. Your circumstance is different, Seokjin. In your case, it didn’t start with love. And now you’re here.”

His smile is genuine, like he’s sincerely and almost surprisingly happy and satisfied that his eldest has found love, and you hate yourself even more for what you’re doing, for the heartbreak that you’d leave this family once everything is over. You hate that a part of you wishes that Jin had fought for Seri instead, that he’d rejected the offer and stayed with her over marrying you. At least you wouldn’t feel like you’re intruding.

A part of you also regrets enabling him to keep both of you. Maybe it was smarter to have let him end things with her; at least you wouldn’t feel like a bigger scam than you are right now.

It all becomes too much, so you excuse yourself for a touch-up and head out. You let the guilt over everything overtake you for now, otherwise you feel like you’re going to break down in front of everyone if you don’t.

When it seems like you’re able to get a hold of yourself, you exit the powder room and are surprised when you see your husband waiting outside, pacing back and forth with his hands in his pockets.

“Jin?” You call out.

“Hey,” he turns to you, the worried look in his eyes, unmissable. He scans over your face before he asks, “are you okay?”

“Hmm? Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

He sighs and takes out his handkerchief, folding it to wipe the tears hanging on the edge of your eye, ready to fall any minute.

“I, uh, it’s nothing,” you look away. “I mean, usual stuff, you know? Your father seemed really happy, that’s all.”

He sees you nibbling your lips and looking uneasy, so he does something he’s never done before. He turns you and pulls you towards him, engulfing you in a hug.

He smells of figs and cardamom, woody and spicy and like home. Strong arms embrace you gently, as if giving you space to pull away, but you don’t. You know what he’s doing, and ironically, you want it, you need it. So you wrap your arms around his tiny waist and hold onto him for comfort, because you know it’s what he wants to give you.

“Don’t worry, okay? I’m happy doing all this with you, whatever it is,” he whispers. “And this is on me, this is because of me, not you. So don’t burden yourself with it, please. I don’t want you to do that. Let me do that.”

You pull away and look at him. “But—”

You’re unable to continue with his finger on your lip, as if to shush you.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” he says softly. “Enjoy tonight. Enjoy it with me. It’s the best we can do for each other, okay?”

You’re hypnotized, as you gaze at his deep-set brown eyes, urging you to trust him, to hold onto him, to be there with him. You’ll worry about the lies underneath that may catch up to you at another time. You’ll worry about how awful you are when you get back home. You’ll worry about how good he’s starting to feel and how much of a home he’s creating with you later on. You’ll worry about his smile, that's all sorts of charming and comforting and how much you’ll miss it in the mornings and the evenings when this trip is over and you’ll go back to your routine of not minding each other’s business.

“Okay,” you mumble, feeling a thousand times better now that he’s held you.

“Good. Now, we just have to go back there for family photos. And don’t worry, we’ll have some that’s without you so you don’t have to feel too bad.”

You nod and smile, and he takes your hand again, intertwines his fingers with yours, and leads you outside.

The ceremony was beautiful. The garden looked straight out of a fairytale, with lanterns hanging over long tables filled with majestic-looking flowers. With the backdrop against the chateau and the view of the hills below, it was every bit as breathtaking as you imagined.

Taehyung looked gorgeous as you expected and you didn’t think Hyun-a could look even more stunning as she already does. They’re the perfect couple who’d lived their lives with so much joy and love and now they get to share in that with each other, making a promise of forever in front of the people they care about the most.

There were no dry eyes at all. Everyone was already emotional seeing both of them together, but the tears came flowing as they made their vows, and you can truly say that this is what love looks like. It’s heartbreaking for you in that you know this is what you’re missing out on; this is what you’re unable to find for yourself.

But you’re filled with joy and hope as well, that someone else could be experiencing that, someone you care about. Maybe it’ll be Jin one day. And you know whether that’s Seri or someone else entirely, you’ll be extremely happy for him. It’s all you want for him, as this trip has made clear to you - you want that love and joy for him, too.

Watching your usually serious and sometimes silly husband hold back his tears was quite lovely, as you saw him keep his gaze on the couple then briefly turn away to pinch the corners of his eyes. He laughed and smiled and looked at them, especially his brother, with so much softness and pride.

When the ceremony was over, you went to Jin with his handkerchief. “You shouldn’t have given this to me. You needed it more,” you said.

“No, I didn’t,” he pouted, and you merely laughed, trying to return it to him but he insisted that you keep it just in case.

You did your usual duty of staying by his side as he socialized after, with you constantly pulling his arm whenever you saw one of the celebrities that you admired. You’d whisper-yell in his ear and you always had to remind yourself to keep your composure whenever they introduced themselves to you and your husband, or whenever Taehyung and Hyun-a did.

“Jung Ho-yeon and Lee Ho-jung? Seriously?” You freaked out to him, starstruck at how stunning they looked and not one bit embarrassed about your crush on them.

“Yeah, they did some fashion shows with Hyun-a,” Jin informed you.

“Oh god, Park Hyunsik and Park Seojoon look even more gorgeous in person,” you almost screamed. “Taehyung is really up there with the handsome ones.”

You laughed at Jin’s frowning face until you said that he’s also handsome, just a different kind.

“What kind?”

“The handsome husband kind,” you winked, and he blushed so hard that you couldn’t help but pinch his cheeks.

There were only a few celebrities present, as Taehyung and Hyun-a only invited their close friends and family because they wanted this to be an intimate event. “So treat this like a practice on composing yourself,” Jin had said, “because there will be way more of them during the celebration in Seoul.”

You and Jin spent most of the time before dinner just going around, drinking champagne, and greeting guests. You’re now enjoying the final serving of dessert after the first 9 amazing courses, and you’re so satisfied.

“Oh god, I love food,” you huff.

“Right? It’s like, I want to live long enough to be able to eat every good thing I can,” he replies.

“Quite impossible but that’s a nice goal. Keep dreaming, Jin, I’ll cheer for you.”

He pinches your nose again. “Yah, stop being annoying.”

“At least I’m not crying now, am I?” You arch an eyebrow. “Choose your version.”

“Anything but the crying one,” he says softly.

You smile at him, appreciating how comforting he’s been today. You’re about to fangirl again when Taehyung comes to the mic and introduces the special guest who’ll be singing the song to their first dance, and you tug at Jin’s arm once again.

“We met him earlier but I didn’t realize he’d be singing!” You tell your husband. “This is gonna be so good.”

“Ah, yeah. Tae’s a big fan of Park Hyo Shin. He dreamt of him singing for his wedding. I’m glad we got to squeeze this event in his schedule.”

You zone out immediately as you listen to the balladeer’s warm and angelic voice. It’s so pure and mellow and fitting of the scene before you, with Taehyung and Hyun-a in each other’s arms, swaying and whispering sweet words to each other, as you see the beautiful bride tearing up and Taehyung peppering her hand with kisses.

“They’re so amazing together, Jin,” you say dreamily. “And this is all so perfect, really. I’m glad I get to witness something this beautiful.”

Jin looks at you softly, as your eyes become glassy from the moment you’re immersing yourself in. He’d been worried about you feeling down about what his father had said and he’s just happy that he was there to assure you that it’s all gonna be okay.

He’s enjoyed this whole day with you, and now, as he watches you in a vulnerable moment, he lets himself go a little; he lets himself just feel what his heart is telling him to feel - something he’s unable to name or label, but good enough that it scares him with how confused he’s becoming.

After the first song, Hyun-a calls on the couples to get on the dance floor and “feel the love.” Taehyung specifically calls his siblings, using the “youngest” card and motioning for Jin and Sejeong to go in front with their spouses.

“You sure it’s okay?” Jin asks you worriedly.

“Yeah, I won’t hear the end of it if we don’t follow your brother’s orders. You know how he is,” you giggle.

So you and Jin head to the dance floor and just let the music guide you. It’s a slow song, and he puts one hand on your back, unsure where to put it that won’t make you feel uncomfortable.

“Anywhere is fine, Jin. It’s just skin,” you playfully roll your eyes.

His other hand wraps around your free one, while your left settles on his shoulder. It almost feels like a dream - the bright stars on the pretty sky, the lanterns overhead; the chatter becomes background noise and it’s just you and him and Park Hyo Shin’s soothing voice.

You and Jin don’t talk. You just look at each other in the eyes, swaying to the music and finding it fairly easy. This is unlike his grandfather’s birthday a few days ago when the vibe was more upbeat.

It’s a celebration of love tonight, and you let yourself fall into the lie you’ve created that love is something you share with the man holding you close and gazing at you as if you’re his world, as if he’s yours. You think it’s the only way for you to not break down in front of these people; you think that letting yourself believe in this untruth for tonight is the only way you can continue with it.

His hand takes yours to his chest, and you're unsure what it’s supposed to mean, as you feel his heart beating unusually fast. Yours is, too, and you also don’t know what that’s supposed to mean. But it doesn’t matter for now. Now, it’s just you and him and this secret you’re keeping; just you and him and whatever’s going on between you at this moment, a moment that exists because there’s a role you’re both playing, one you’ll keep playing until you have to stop.

You don’t even notice the song ending, because the next thing you know, forks are clanking against glass and you know what this means.

“All the couples present have to kiss, alright?” Taehyung cheekily announces. “We’ll be watching all of you.”

The sounds continue, and you and Jin don’t say anything this time. This time, his eyes flit to your lips before they close, and he’s leaning towards you, and before you know it, you feel his satin lips against yours once again. It’s not quick or soft like the last time; this one lingers - long and deep, deep enough for him to grip your hand that’s on his chest tighter; deep enough for your hand on his shoulder to travel to his hair and lightly pull the ends of it. It’s long and deep and tender and good that you almost lose air, and it’s the only reason why you pull away.

You want to forget the flash of sadness in his eyes, and instead focus on the way it softens right after, his smile spreading across his face unlike anything you’d seen all week.

“Do you want a drink?” He asks, cutting through the silence from the moment you just shared.

“Sure, I feel like I need one right now,” you say, turning away but waiting for him to catch up next to you.

You both find a server who gives you flutes of champagne, which you both drink without saying much. It’s a little tense, you admit, but you’re not exactly sure how to break the ice this time. The kiss was good, better than the last time because there was more to feel, more to dissect. More to miss. You internally shake your head, feeling like a traitor for liking something that you’re not supposed to, for liking something that’s temporary.

He comes home to you but you’re not the one he wants. You share his name but you’re not his. You feel like a homewrecker of some sort, and maybe the one you’re wrecking is your home, the one you’d slowly built with him. That home was supposed to be free of all these feelings, it was supposed to be free of uncertainties and complications and betrayal. You like that home; it makes you feel safe and you want to keep it that way.

So you do what you’ve trained your mind to do - you forget, you move on, you think of yourself. You think of what ruining all this would do and how you can’t do that to you. And that’s how you get to look him in the eyes again and smile, tell him that he slow-dances well and that you’d like to see him move his hips more next time.

He laughs at your suggestion but doesn’t make a promise. His grandmother finds both of you and introduces you to a relative who flew in just this morning, and Jin takes a hold of your hand again, and you’re the one who intertwines your fingers with his. You want how it was like before that dance, before that kiss, and that’s what you’ll do.

He doesn’t let you go, though, as you’re both introduced to other people again. He stays by your side with his arm around your waist as you both dance with the other guests who are still around despite the long day. He takes his coat and puts it over you. He lets you lean on his shoulder while you both sit down and watch Taehyung and Hyun-a make fools of themselves with their friends. You and Jin decided to be the designated sitters after all, wanting to make sure that both of them at least sleep in their shared bedroom on their wedding night.

The newlyweds finally call for the end of the celebration and you help them go up to their room, with both of them hugging you tightly, remarking how you and Jin “could’ve fooled anyone with how you two were all over each other the whole day,” and you had to cover their mouths for fear of being found out. But thankfully, you were inside their room already and the coast was clear.

You wish them good night and head to your room, showering first, as Jin said he’d be the one to bid the other guests goodbye and to make sure that the waitstaff are properly paid.

You’re in bed by the time he gets back, and he’s surprised to see you still wide awake when he's done taking a bath. He’s in shorts and a black shirt now, and you admit that you miss his blue pajamas, but he says he “accidentally” packed his pink ones and he plans to wear them in Saint-Tropez. He settles next to you and faces you again.

“Why are you still up? I thought your 10 flutes of champagne would’ve knocked you out by now,” he chuckles.

“I had to send my family and best friends some photos,” you say. “And that was just 6, okay? I have a high tolerance for alcohol, for your information. Not like you, according to your brother. You’re also quite the casanova when you’re drunk, I heard,” you smirk.

“Hey, I have a high tolerance for alcohol, too. I just get clingy and I guess women like that, but it’s not like anything happens,” he shrugs. “Also, no one’s as bad as him, for your information,” he sticks out his tongue. “Are they okay? Managed to get in their rooms with their clothes on?”

“Fortunately,” you laugh. “They almost outed us, though, but we’re good. Got to shut them up before they could say more.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, they said we could’ve fooled anyone with how much we were all over each other,” you share. “I’d chalk it up to good acting. And that powder blue suit, definitely.”

I wasn’t acting, though. The thought crosses Jin’s mind too quickly, somewhat surprising him. Everything felt so natural with you today; it almost scared him how holding your hand and tugging you close and kissing you felt like second nature, as if his body knew what to do; as if his body and his heart and his mind wanted to do all those. And that they wanted to do them again.

He doesn’t understand it, or maybe, he doesn’t want to admit it. It’s the wedding thing, he cautions himself. People feel like they’re in love when they watch people who are, and he’s pretty sure that everybody present tonight got carried away at one point with how Taehyung and Hyun-a were because he truly believes that nobody loves each other as much as those two do. So he shakes the thoughts away, focusing on you and your adorable face as you try to stay awake.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, sliding further down so his face is leveled with yours.

“Hmm, just that I had a lot of fun tonight,” you smile. “Thank you for comforting me earlier. I didn’t have to say it but you just knew.”

“Well, you cried, so there’s that.”

“Almost cried,” you correct him. “Those tears were hanging by a thread.”

“Same thing,” he shrugs. “But yeah, I could tell. I’m just glad we got through it and that you had fun. I enjoyed it, too.”

You nod and hum, playing with the loose thread on his pillow.

“What else?” he nudges your arm.

“I can’t help but feel sorry though, for you and Seri. I can only imagine that you wish it was her,” you sigh. “And it’s totally fine, obviously. She’s your girlfriend and all. It would’ve been nice if she’s the one you got to introduce to your family and share that moment with, you know?”

You turn to him as he’s gone quiet, and there’s a tinge of sadness in his eyes, similar to the one you saw earlier while you were dancing, and somehow, it’s the confirmation you need - he wished it was her.

“That’s not for you to worry about, okay?” He says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I know you’ll say that it’s all fine and that you’ve talked about it,” you mumble.

“Because we have, a bunch of times, really. And she has to assure me as much as I need to assure you. It’s unconventional and complicated; we all knew what we were signing up for when we agreed to this.”

You nod and his assurance seems to be enough, as you smile and pinch his nose as your chosen form of good night affection this time, and you fall asleep soon after.

But he lays in bed awake far longer because he’s trying to believe in his words. Did he know what he was signing up for when he agreed to this?

Clearly he didn’t, otherwise, he wouldn’t feel this confused or this regretful. If he knew what it meant getting into this agreement with you, then he wouldn’t be wishing that he could hold you while you slept instead of just glancing at you and smiling while you snored.

If he knew, then he wouldn’t be the terrible person he is right now who wishes he could turn back time and re-do everything, up until that moment you both spoke and you’d asked what was holding him back from marrying you.

Because the truth is, he’s the terrible one, for not being able to choose, for not being able to stand by and believe in anything he decides on. Because while you felt bad, thinking that he wished it was Seri with him, he felt like a traitor - he hasn’t thought of Seri much since that night you talked to him about it. And not once did he wish it was her.

All this time, he was happy that it was you.

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darkmulti · 4 years

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(NON CON. If you don’t like it, shoo🙄)

OMG- I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS (I’m the last anon<-) but can you do a maknae line reaction to you crying in bed because they’re going to hard and they’re scaring you? Take your time though, no rush🤗

⚠️: NON CON (all), dacryphilia kink (all), somnophilia kink (JK), face slapping (all), overstimulation (JK & Jimin) unprotected sex (all), saliva kink (JK), fear kink (Tae & Jimin), choking (all), hair pulling (tae & Jimin), biting/marking (Jimin)

-> sorry for any mistakes

-> this is fcking horrible. So sorry, loves.

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Jimin

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“Please, Jimin! I’ve apologized multiple times but you’re still not listening to me!”

“WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT?!”

Jimin slapped you hard, before pulling you away from the crowd and towards the car. “You stupid cunt! How dare you humiliate me like this? Am I not enough for your eyes?”

The man loved seeing you tremble in fear under him. You were trying to explain yourself but it went in one ear and out the other. He completely ignored you and took advantage of the situation. Since you were looking at another man, you need to be punished.

Usually, Jimin would force you to give him a blowjob right there on the spot, but this time he wanted more than just a blowjob, so he took you home. You couldn’t even hold your tears in. When Jimin punishes you, he doesn’t hold back. He was pulling you towards the basement and you sat down and started to cry.

“Please! I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again! It was an accident, I- I didn’t purposely l- look. I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t!”

You were on your knees, begging for mercy. He grabbed your hair and continued to pull you to the basement. Jimin was hard as a rock. He lived to see you in this state. Terrified, powerless, and defenceless.

~ Hours later ~

“Da- daddy, please stop now.” You weakly whisper.

He was on top of you, his hot breath on your neck as he thrusted in and out. His hair was sticking to his forehead due to all the sweat, but he didn’t bother to wipe it off. You were too good for him to stop.

Bite were marks all over you neck and body. Cum leaking out of your sore hole. Both of you were overstimulated and he actually enjoyed being overstimulated — you did not. The tears on your face were proof that you hate overstimulation, but of course, Jimin will never listen to what you want.

He grabbed your neck for the last time and started fucking you harder. He pressed down on your stomach to feel his bulge in you. Cries left your mouth, but again had no effect on Jimin. The pain in your lower abdomen was becoming unbearable.

You started to sob uncontrollably under him, but didn’t utter a word. He came in you one last time and collapsed on top of you.

“Know your place, slut. Those eyes belong to me and if I ever catch them looking at another man again, I won’t hesitate to rip them out if your eye socket.”

Taehyung

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“Taehyung! Grey! Stop Taehyung! T-Taehyung! Please, stop!”

You were under your husband, crying because he was fucking you too hard. You said the safe word multiple times and he still ignored you.

“Taehyung!” You screamed, hoping to get his attention, but failed miserably. Your anxiety went through the roof. Taehyung had never hurt you like this before. You knew he was irritated with your “bad behaviour” but never imagined him to hurt you in this way.

Taehyung hasn’t said a word. He was giving you the silent treatment ever since he saw you getting “too friendly” with his friend, Jin. When you arrived back home, Taehyung pulled you to your shared room and immediately started stripping your clothes.

You were fine with it until he began going too hard. You said the safe word, expecting him to stop right away, but he continued which shocked you. You kept saying it over and over, however, Taehyung didn’t stop, in fact he went faster. You were panicking inside because the pain was worsening.

He suddenly pulled out and angrily said, “Hands and knees now!”

“No! I don’t want more! Stop, Taehyung!”

“You’re so fucking annoying. When I tell you to do something, do it!” He grabbed you by your neck and brought your face close to his. He slapped you afterwards then pushed your face into the mattress. He roughly entered you again and didn’t hesitate to pound the absolute shit out of you.

You began to shake under him. Fear was taking over you. You choked on your sobs while listening to the loud skin clapping. You’ve never been so vulnerable in your life. “Let me see that pretty, little face of yours covered in tears.” Taehyung pulled your hair and looked at your face.

“Princess looks so scared. Is my princess scared of me?”

“Taehyung stop! You’re not taking me seriously.”

Taehyung pulled out and slapped you. “What’s my fucking name?”

“Taehyung, I’m seri-”

“WHAT’S MY FUCKING NAME?!” He yelled, slapping you again, but this time a bit harder.

You sobbed hard enough to make your chest hurt. “D-daddy, I’m sorry. Please stop.” You cried.

“Or else what? What will you do to make me stop?”

“I- I d- don’t know”

“Exactly. You’re powerless against me and it will remain like that for the rest of our lives. Don’t you dare test my patience again.”

Jungkook

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“C- can you please stop now? I- I can’t- I can’t do it, please.”

“Shut up!”

Jungkook grabbed your throat and squeezed it tightly before going faster. He proceeded to slap you across the face, earning another whimper from you.

He was punishing you because you were talking to his friend, Namjoon who’s really kind to you. You both were having a nice conversation until Jungkook interrupted and started degrading you right in front of him.

You both left the party early because he was angry. In the car, he was spitting the most hurtful words at you. It was enough to make you tear up but you didn’t want to cry in front of him. Once you arrived home, he dragged you to the bedroom and that’s when he started.

That was almost 5 hours ago and he was still going. You were crying so hard under him, apologizing over and over. Your tears were visible on the sheets and pillow case, but he didn’t care.

“Open your mouth.”

You open slightly, afraid of what he’s going to do. Jungkook leans down and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

You gulp it down and he slows down as a reward. He placed hickeys on your neck and jawline while mumbling, “mine, mine, mine.”

After some minutes, his pace started picking up again. You started to panic. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Your lower body was screaming for help.

“No! No, please! Please stop, I can’t anymore! Please I swear I’ll never-”

“Shut it, I’ve heard enough.” He growled, going hard enough to make you see stars. His final thrust directly hit your g-spot, causing you to shudder at the feeling. You unexpectedly squirted around him and immediately passed out after. Jungkook came in you once again. His cum was running down your thighs because there was so much in you.

Jungkook picked up your unconscious body and took you to the shower, where he continued to fuck you under the water.

#non con #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #yandere bts smut #bts yandere #bts reaction #bts smut

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bts-trash-blog · 4 years

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Please:BTS Wolf Pack Au

Summary:Per-heat nesting, heats, rutts, marks oh my

Pariring: Werewolf BTS OT7(Yoongi centered) x Werewolf Reader

Warning: A very-Very-smutty segment of my previous Wolf Pack Poly Au, Three Words ,Devil Book and Pre-Heat.

An: Finally posting this, and I was like Halloween is a good time for some freaking werewolf smut lmao. Happy Halloween my freaks.

Fire.

It felt like fire was burning you from the inside out, your hands gripping the fur under you as you let out sobs. The tears burning your cheeks, as you hear Yoongi let out a comforting chirp. His hands rubbing up and down your cafe as you felt the uncomfortable sticky feeling between your thighs. You couldn’t help the whimper passing your lips as your body curled slightly away from him making him let out a soft breath as he moved closer and rested your legs over his lap turning your onto your back. Your breathing was brought to pants as your hands stopped his that was on your knee making his black eyes snap to yours.

“Alpha.” You cried out, making Yoongi rush on top of you, his body resting over yours as his head nuzzles into your neck making you relax. The fire soothes for a second as his nose up and down the column of your neck. His hands kneading at the flesh of your hips as you let out a soft purr like sound, your hands moving to wrap around his shoulders as one of his hands moves down to rest against your thigh.

“Omega.” He growled, making you let out a loud whimper as you pushed and pulled at the shirt he was wearing, making him let out a soft laugh as he lifted off you and stripped himself down. His naked body pressed against your own, you had stripped an hour ago when the heat wave began and the sound of Yoongi choking had you laughing and your Omega letting out whines and gaspe for him though you and you omega knew your body wasn’t ready before. But now, now it was. “I’ve got you.” Yoongi mumbled his hands rubbing up and down your fiery skin as you let out whimpers.

“Please..need you.” You whined, your hand grabbing his arm pulling him on top of you as your lips pressed to his, making him let out a growl as one of your legs wrapped around the back of his thigh. He let out a loud growl as his shaft slipped past your wet slips as the tip pressed against your swollen clit. The feeling had you letting out a soft scream, pushing past your lips onto his as he looked at you and took a deep breath in. “Alpha please please please. Omega wants, omega needs.” Your words had him growling as he pressed open mouthed kiss to your lips then trailed down your neck, his tongue slipping down to your collarbone making you jutt your hips. The feeling of his shaft moving as his tip hit your clit again and again as you moved your hips had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your chest lifting off of the furs below you. Whimpers and whines leaving your lips as Yoongi's lips finally met your breast, his lips wrapping around your nipple as his cock stopped moving against you and instead it was his abdomen making you let out a whine as your hand wrapped around his hair and pulled.

“Fuck. Gonna breed you.” He growled lifting off of you and roughly flipping your onto your stomach, the movement making your grunt as he growled again. Your hand reaching for Namjoons scarf, once in your grasp you felt his cock shift and move against your heat as you let out a whine.

“Please want your pups. Please.” Your words had him let out a shutter of breath, and it seems even his body shook slightly at your words as he grabbed your hips and lifted them off of the mattress. Pressing himself to your backside as his legs spread yours out further arpat, making your chest sink deep against the furs. Your breast rubbing against the making you let out another sensitive whine.

“Yeah? Want my pup? Want to make our pack grow? Hmm Omega want our pups? Imagine how round you’d be.” His words were met with your whine as your hand reached back and hit his thigh wanting him to get one with it. “Huh? What do you want?” He teased making you let out a sob as you hand hit his thigh once again, his fingers grabbing your hand and placing it on your back.

“Fuck me. Put your fucking cock inside of me!” At that you felt his tip prob at your entrance as he finally slammed into you full, making your eyes roll back as you howled left your lips. Drool building at the corner of your mouth as he stilled for a second, a deep gruttled moan passing his lips as he held onto your arms that were against your back, as he pulled almost all the way out, his hips then slammed back into you making your hand wrap tighter around Namjoons scarf as you felt your Omega front.

“Fuck. Namjoon was right your fucking pussy is built for us. Fuck all I can is imagine you and Namjoon fucking while I shove my cock down your throat.” His words were met with thrust after thrust, the feeling of the burning of your heatwave leaving and being met with a feeling of satisfaction. “Kookie would love the feeling of your pussy after both Namjoon and I took you. I know he does when we take Jimin or Jin. He loves it even when we’ve filled Taehyung and Hosek. Fuck I can imgin Hosek and I takeing you omega, filling you up perfectly.” His words had you let out panting breath as drools started to slip past your lips as you let out a whimper. “Gonna knot you.”

“Yes fuck yes, knot omega, please.” You begged, the tears in your eyes falling as his hips started snapping again and again. Deeper and deeper. You could seem to catch your breath as you felt the stinging sensation at your core as your toes curled. A silent scream passed your lips as your orgasm shook your body as you felt a stretch. One you understood, unlike the first time with Namjoon, yet it was unfamiliar as it was Yoongi. But it was so satisfying.

“Such a good Omega, my good omega.” He mumbled in your ear, lips trailing his ear and down his neck, as he kept thrusting softly as his knot grew. His hips moving long and deep as his lips trailed your neck. The feeling of Yoongi canines brushing pasted Namjoons mark and then the right of it as you hear his deep breath. “Gonna mark you.” As he slowed, no longer be able to pull out he rolled his hips as he let out a shutter, warm cum painting your wall as he growled and suddenly bit down on your shoulder making you whine as your hand moves to wrap around Yoongi's arm as his teeth are pressed into your neck,marking you as his. The feeling of him connecting himself to you had you let out a scream as you felt his cock swelling as his hand moved down to your clit, rubbing rapidly as another orgasm fell through your body as you let out a cry. “So good baby.” He mumbled making you nod, as you turn your head, his nose resting against your cheek as he licks at your skin. “I love you.” He whispered, his voice still deep filled with his Alpha tone at you whined as you opened your eyes to look at him. Tongue sticking out as he chuckled and wrapped his lips around the wet muscle, sucking slightly making you moan as he pulled back. His arms wrapping tightly around you as he rolled and nuzzled into your mark necked.

You don’t know how long you’ve been in the nest, days had been missed but heat wave after heat wave, Yoongi knotted and satificed you in the best way possible. Your body was shaking as you felt his chest against yours, his hips slamming into you as he pulled back and moved your legs folding you in half as he growled.

“Mark you?” You question making him pause his thrust as he put your legs down and crawled over you. His lips pressing against yours as his hand moved and lightly wrapped around your neck. “Please?” He chuckled as you paused, slightly shrinking back, your omega believing his laughter was pointed at you, though the moment he noticed he cupped your cheeks and smiled.

“Go head baby, mark me. Then I'm gonna knot you again.” He growled the last part as he grabbed his cheeks kissing his cheeks, and down his neck as you felt his dick twitch inside of you as your teeth scraped against his skin making him shutter as you bit down. The taste of blood, and sweat made your eyes roll as you felt his knot swell making you whine as he let out a soft giggle. “Couldn’t help it, sweets.” He chuckled his head liffint as you watched the blood drip from your mark, thumb rubbing against it making him whine as he dropped his forehead against yours. “So good, love you so fucking mcuh.” You nod as your hand moved to wrap around him as you felt his hand wrap your legs around his waist. “Don't like knotting like this, I could hurt you.”

“Feel okay, like seeing your face…” You pause as you kiss his neck and huff, “Can Omegas come next wave?” He nodded into your neck, knowing he couldn;t say no even if he wanted to. Having all three of his omegas would make him feel even better.

“Of course. I’ll call them down when you're ready.”

The final wave was always the worst, it always was the longest one drawn out with him cumming yet no knot again and again. Though you knew what would help, make it end so you let out a whine as you gripped the fur under you and let out cry. “Want omegas. Pl-” A thrust had you choke as you heard him chuckle. “Please. Want Jimin and Jin.” Your words had him laughing harder as his hand reached for your hair and pulled you up against his chest. “Please.”

“Jimin Jin get you asses in here!” Yoongi yelled, the sound of thudding feet and the door opening head you letting out a loud whine as Yoongi grabbed you by your hair lifting you up as he thrusted up into you again and again. His other hand moving to rest around your waist, moving down to your cunt. Fingertips flicking at your swollen clit making you cry slightly out in pain.

“Fuck.” You hear Jimin mumble as Yoongi chuckled deepingly in your ear as his fingers started to speed up but they were quickly replaced with a soft tongue making you let out a silent scream as you looked down. Jin's eyes looked up at you as his tongue rolled against your clit, Jimins body was straddling over Jin as his lips wrapped around your nipple making you hand wrap around his hair. The feeling of warmth shattered your final hold on reality as you let out a loud yelp as your eyes closed and your body shook as Yoongi did a final thrust up into you before a warm cum shot up into you and his knot fully shoved itself into you. Yoongi growled at Jimin and Jin to move, making Jimin whine as he slid off of Jin and onto your side as Jin growled at the Alpha. His lips still wrapped around your clit making you shutter in slight pain as Yoongi growled.

“Get off of her Jin, now.” His words made Jin let out a whimper as Jimin pulled the older Omega away from you with a loud smack as Yoongi slowly moved you to rest against the fur that you had been nuzzing against for the past couple of days. “You’re okay baby, i’ve got you.” You felt your leg being lifted to rest behind you on his hip as his hand rubbed up and down your side. The feeling of a soft tongue licking at you again made you whine as you looked down to see Jimin, his eyes were closed as he slowly kitten licked at where you and Yoongi were connected. Jin was now resting in front of you, his hand moving your face to look up at him as he smiles brightly at you.

“Did so good.” Jin mumbled his nose moving to nudge yours making you bite your lip as you felt warmth spread to your lower abdomen as you let out a whine. “Is our Jimin making you feel good?” His question was met with Jimins almost slurping as he suddenly started to suck at your swollen clit making you tighten your grip around Yoongi's hand. Yoongi's lips pressed against your neck, making you close your eyes as he squeezed your waist.

“Answer our Jin baby.” He growled making your eyes open as you nodded

“Yes.” You whimpered, your spare hand that was laced with Yoongis reached down and laced into Jimins brown hair. The feeling of the soft locks twirling between your fingers had Jimin letting out a groan as you tug. Your body jolted once more as another orgasm spasms through your body, Jimin softly kissing at your clit, and what you assume to be the base of Yoongi's knot as you felt him shutter after your orgasm had rushed through you.

“Good boys.” Yoongi mumbled as Jimins lips pressed against yours, making you smile brightly at him, then you felt the need to smell the rest of your mates.

“Tae..” You mumbled your hand reaching for the stuff wolf, making Jin reach over and and grab the wolf handing it to you making you let out a shutter of a chip as you bring the betas sent to you, Jin moving to grab Hoseks pillow as he lifts you head and places it gently onto the plush product.

“Better?”

“Much..cuddle?”

“Oh pup.” Jin mumbleds as his body moves to lay down Jimin resting at your legs bringing Jungkook's comforters over you slightly as Jins headrest into your chest as you let out soft purrs.

“Such a good pup.”

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koos-euphoria · 4 years

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ᴍɪɴᴇ | ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ ғᴛ sᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴ

yoongi/reader ft seokjin | s | 18+ | actor!au | oneshot

wordcount: 5.4K

requested: yes

warnings: Dom!Yoongi, Sub!fem reader, hair pulling, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, pussy eating, throat fucking, possessive!Yoongi, degradation, praising, finger sucking, spanking, choking

— summary: you have to kiss seokjin in a drama, that you star in for the next episode of their reality tv show run bts! yoongi becomes possessive of his girl. So he reacts by showing that you are his, that is by making Seokjin watch him fuck you.

note: yeah.. this is just filled with filth sksksk

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The camera lens zooms into yours and Seokjin’s face, preparing to shoot. Your eyes running over the script in a hurry to memorise your next lines for the scene that’s about to happen. You feel a makeup sponge bounce on your cheeks delicately as the makeup artist touches up the subtle blush that she’s created. “Okay guys, we be starting the last scene for this run episode in a minute!” The director calls from behind the set. The rest of the boys crowding silently around him wanting to witness the ‘best scene in the whole script’ that is quoted from the director himself. You and Seokjin both give your scripts to one of the staff team as you get in your places, giving one another a small smile before getting into your characters. “Okay guys, in three.. two... one.. ACTION!” The director shouts and you hear a click for somewhere behind the camera.

Rain begins to pour down on both of you as you stare at the man in front of you. “You can’t just leave me y/n, not like this. I need you.” Seokjin stammers, his voice unstable, as he tries to hold back the need to cry. “If you needed me, then I wouldn’t of just seen you with her!” You shout back, your fists clenching by your side as the image that you saw not even five minutes before. The imagine of Seokjin smiling with his ex, as she holds flowers in her hands enters your mind. Your eyes fall shut, as if attempting to erase the picture, the sight of it bringing you so much pain. Oh how it hurts your heart. “It wasn’t what you think! Please... y/n just, let me explain.” Seokjin begs, no longer being able to hold back his sadness, tears freely flowing down his pretty face. As you take deep breath, your own tears begin to fall, one after another. Slowly opening your eyes, you look up at him and take another deep breath. God, you hate seeing him cry. “You have two minutes.” You tell him gently, though it wasn’t a whisper, it is all you could manage, however, your voice to unstable for anything more. Seokjin’s eyes widen slightly, before he scrambles for his words, stuttering. “I b-bumped into her, she already had t-those flowers, she just got back from seeing her boyfriend. Those were not from me, I’d...” Seokjin pauses to take a deep breath, clenching his fists in an attempt to steady his trembling hands. “I don’t love her y/n, she’s just.. she’s not the one I want. Or who I want to be with. That person, she is just someone I used to know.” Seokjin explains, eyes frantically looking everywhere he can see. Scanning across your face, searching for any negative reaction from you. You space out as you take in his words, eyebrows coming into a frown, lips pouting as you become confused. “You.. you don’t love her?” You question, quietly, as you take a small step forward, closer to Seokjin, your hands still clenched by your sides, cautious. Automatically Seokjin erratically shakes his head from side to side, taking his own step closer to you, so close his breath fans over your face, creating some sort of heat that dances along your cheeks. His hand comes up to gently caress your cheek, thumb running along the soft skin. “No. I don’t. She’s not the one I love.” He confirms, your eyes flicker between his eyes and lips. The rain continues to pour down on the pair of you, even as the tears cease, a chill running down your spine as your clothes begin to soak through. Seokjin’s hair sticks to his forehead, as his eyes copy yours, flickering across your face. “Then who?” You whisper, raising a hand to lay on his chest, your breath is felt on Seokjin’s lips and you could almost hear the hitch in his breath. “You. It’s always been you.” He whispers back. Right before he finally closes the gap between you, his free arm slithering around your waist to pull your body against his own. His pillowy soft lips pressing against yours. The kiss full of raw passion. The emotion of pure love. It steals your breath away. The kiss only lasted for about 6 seconds, but it almost felt like a whole minute. Seokjin pulls away first, out of breath, you both pant as he presses his wet forehead on your own, looking into your eyes, neither of you are able to hold back the goofy smiles that spread across your faces. “I love you too.” You whisper to Seokjin.

“and CUT! Well done guys that was great!” The director praises you both enthusiastically, arms wide before he gives you a pat on the back once he’s in front of you. “Thanks!” Seokjin and you both beam. The boys were quick to steal the pair of you away as the director runs to talk to one of the other staff members. “Damn, I was about to cry myself!” Hoseok exclaims as he wipes away a fake tear from his cheek. “Right? It was so beautiful!” Jungkook’s quick to agree with his Hyung, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. “I wanna kiss y/n! You’re lucky Hyung!” Jimin winks at you, a smirk playing on his full lips, making your cheeks flush pink. “Oh me too!” Taehyung chimes in, nodding his head, his dark hair flopping in front of his eyes. “You did great guys.” Namjoon smiles, dimples popping out on his cheeks, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He smiles again as he ignores the other boys comments. You look over at Yoongi, waiting to hear what he thinks, but you find him practically sending Jin to an early grave. The elder coughs awkwardly, windshield like laugh floods the room. “C’mon guys, let get you changed before you catch a cold.” A female staff cheers, you see Jin physically relax as she begins pushing you both away from the boys and towards the changing rooms. Side by side, you and Seokjin joke on the way there, before splitting apart to go into different rooms so you can get changed.

As you take a step out the door, humming happily to yourself freshly changed into dry clothes, you bump into something sturdy, catching you off guard. “Oh!” You shout in fright, not expecting anyone to be there. Your head tilts up to find Yoongi staring harshly back down at you, arms crossed over his chest. Your eyebrows scrunch up worriedly. “Is everything okay Yoongs?” You ask, your hand moving to gently brush the stray strand of hair that is covering his beautiful dark eyes. You see his features soften slightly, a small pout appearing. Cute. “Mmm.” He hums absentmindedly, rolling his eyes, before he grips onto your wrist in time for it to be slowly pulling away. “Come.” He demands, his voice deep and raspy, the harsh look back on his face before he is turning away from you and walking down the long corridor, leaving no room for you to argue.

You practically jog to keep up with a pissed off Yoongi, or what you’re guessing is a pissed off Yoongi, if the clenched jaw and dark eyes are anything to go by. The grip that he has on your wrist isn’t tight but it is enough to have your heart racing inside your chest, and trip over your own two feet. Yoongi pulls you away from the changing room you were just in and past many doors that you don’t have the chance of even looking at, room by room going past you both like a blur. Yoongi comes to a sudden halt, making you awkwardly face plant into his back. “Where are we going Yoongi?” You ask, your voice soft and delicate to his ears, your hand that isn’t occupied in his grasp moves to gently lay on the middle of his back, fingers tips spread apart, pushing lightly to create a bit of distance between you, as you step backwards. His head is turns towards you without a second thought, his chest tightening at how cute you look. Eyes wide like a little dear caught in headlights with a faint blush dusting along the apples of your cheeks, but still. It doesn’t change anything. He’s still pissed. As the quick flicker of the soft emotions appeared, they are gone just as fast. His dark eyes look down at you, almost scarily, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. The irises expanding, now almost pitch black of colour are practically sending you six feet underground, right then and there. You curse to yourself inside your head as your heartbeat quickens, from nervousness and excitement, but also worry. What’s gotten him so mad?

Moving his whole body, he faces you completely now, his free hand that isn’t wrapped around your wrist, moves to grip your chin, fingers curling around the feature forcing you to look directly at him. “Did you enjoy that kiss?” Yoongi asks, voice low, raspy. It sends a chill down your spine as he completely ignores your question. Your eyes widen as your lips part at the sudden question. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it, who wouldn’t enjoy kissing the worldwide handsome Jin? Obviously someone who isn’t sane. Waiting impatiently, Yoongi’s tongue comes into your view as the wet muscle licks the corner of his mouth, making your thighs clench involuntary. Noticing the subtle motion, the corner of Yoongi’s mouth twitches slightly as if holding back a smirk. He runs his tongue along the rest of his plush bottom lip, his eyes raking over your body top to bottom, checking you out. His bottom lip now glistening with saliva before a deep growl rumbles from the man in front of you. His left eyebrow raises once you move your eyes back into his. “Y-yes, I did.” You stutter, your fingers twitching as you fidget nervously, already knowing he’s not gonna like your answer. Your cheeks flush red as you watch Yoongi’s eyes turn even darker, narrowing at you. Whizzing back around after dropping his grip on your chin, Yoongi grasps the door handle with his now free hand, almost aggressively, proceeding to push the wooden door open after a loud click echos through the empty hallway. Moving himself into the room, his fingers instantly find the light switch, flicking it so the room is suddenly bright, almost blindingly so. A swift tug to your wrist, is all that Yoongi gives you to have you stumbling into his chest, grasping the soft material of his shirt between your fingers, as he pushes the door shut behind you.

Before you even have the time to remove your hands from him and flatten the new crinkles that you’ve made in Yoongi’s shirt, he looks down at you, one hand coming under your chin again, gripping it as he silently pulls you up straight. You suddenly gasp as you feel your back roughly hitting the door behind you. His other hand suddenly leaves your wrist and finds its way in your hair gripping at the roots. The feeling has your pussy clenching, a whimper falling from your parted lips. Yoongi ducks his head down causing your breath to catch in your throat. It was almost overwhelming how little he’s doing with how much it’s affecting you. The feeling of Yoongi’s lips trailing along your exposed collarbone renders you speechless, as his warm breath ghosts along the skin forcing goosebumps to rise, it makes him smirk. Oh how he loves just how easy it is to get reactions from you. So sensitive. Humming, he trails his feather-light touches of his lips along your neck, stopping once he reaches the part just below your ear as that has your fingers tightening in his shirt, crumpling it further. His teeth nip at the flesh and you keen, moaning, your knees buckle weakly. Yoongi chuckles darkly as he licks and kisses the sensitive spot before he decides to mark it, sucking on the skin. When he pulls away you see him slightly nod in approval, when he sees the fresh purple colour it’s turned to. Ducking back down he nips again, this time at your lobe, and your eyes instinctively shut, lashes tickling the tops of your cheeks as they flutter. You can feel the material of your underwear sticking your folds, as you get more worked up at Yoongi’s hot mouth. Yoongi gives a small tug on your roots, making you mewl. “Look at you. So responsive and I’ve barely even done anything.” Another tug to your roots, this time harsher as he forces your head back, making it slightly thud against the door, but you couldn’t care less as the pain only adds fuel to the throbbing between your legs. Your hole clenching, feeling far too empty. You whimper, attempting you grind on something, your eyes glazing over as you look up at Yoongi, to find him darkly staring back at you, a Sultry smirk on his lips, like he can read just how desperate you’re becoming by the second, how needy you are to have him. “I bet you’re soaking, hm?” Yoongi asks rhetorically.

Yoongi doesn’t need an answer, as the hand that was wrapped under your chin moves south, the tips of his fingers brushing past the tops your breasts on the way down, continuing until he reached the inside of your bare thigh. Two fingers then start trailing upwards, slowly, his feather light touch, torturing you. “Yoongi p-please.” You beg, and oh how sweet you sound. It makes Yoongi cock twitch inside his tight jeans. His lip is captured between his teeth, as he continues the slow pace. “Please what, what do you want Kitten?” He asks huskily. Kitten, fuck. That name effects you more than you ever thought it would, especially when it’s mixed with his deep voice. It makes your cunt drip. His fingers finally reach the hem of your skirt, playing with the material as his smirk deepens. Your eyebrows furrow, very frustrated. “Need y-your fingers, p-please, f-fuck need it so bad.” You beg again, stuttering over your words, unable to hold back the slight whine as his finger slips under the hem of your skirt, to continue the trail, his pace still slow. “My fingers? Where exactly do you need my fingers huh?” Yoongi teases, and god does it drive you crazy. Your knees begins to wobble in want, the grip on his shirt becoming even tighter as you cry out in frustration. “My p-pussy!” Yoongi chuckles at this as his lips attach onto your own, the taste of him flooding your senses. It makes you all the more needier for him as you feel his tongue lick at your lip, wanting entrance, which you give him, his tongue instantly moving to wrestle with your own. He swallows the moan that leaves you mouth as you finally feel his long fingers on your underwear. He groans, pulling away with your lip between his teeth, letting go after a second. “Fuck your so wet, Kitten.” His own eyebrows furrow, licking his lips, the taste of your mouth still there. “P-please.” You whisper, sliding your hands that sits in Yoongi’s shirt up and into his dark hair, pulling him back down to your mouth.

Yoongi wastes no time now, as he moves the lace material of your underwear to the side, his two fingers automatically running through your slick folds. Circling your hole, he collects your juices before running them up to your clit, circling the bud. Pleasure flows through your veins as you part from his mouth, gasping. “Fuck!” You moan, and the grip on your hair disappears as Yoongi’s falling to his knees in a blink of an eye. His eyes hungry, taking in your needy cunt. Using his free hand he moves your skirt so it’s bunched around your stomach, finding it in the way as he groans out. “Look at you. Who made you this wet hm?” He asks, as he leans forward his breath hitting the soft skin just above your sensitive clit. “You, Yoongi.” You answer him breathlessly, and that’s all he needed to hear for his digits to slide down to your hole, and his mouth to attach onto your clit. A loud whine leaves your mouth when his tongue first flicks on the little nub, your head banging against the door again, this time harder. His fingers slowly push their way past you tight hole, your mouth falling open in a silent moan as you feel the burning pleasure of being stretched open. Your fingers tangle through the soft strands of Yoongi’s hair, tugging lightly, forcing a deep groan to be released from him below. His two fingers curl deliciously on the spongey spot buried deep inside your cunt, over and over. It has your toes curling and eyes rolling back. Your mouth releasing noice you’ve never even made before. “Mmm that’s it, Kitten, are you gonna cum? Your clenching around my fingers so tight.” Yoongi pulls slightly away from your pussy panting, trying to catch his breath, a dark glimmer of mischief shines in his eyes. You don’t manage to pick up on it though, your heads to clouded with lust and the desperate need to cum. “P-please Yoongi, I’m so close.” You whine, tugging on his hair, pulling him back to your aching cunt. You’re so close, just a second longer and you’ll be there, floating in ecstasy. Your legs begin to shake and your pussy tightens around his fingers like a vice, making Yoongi groan in want and just as you’re about to step into that sweet release, Yoongi pulls his whole body away from you, your cunt empty and your painfully close orgasm fades into nothing.

“W-what? No, I was so close!” You practically sob, tears filling your eyes. Yoongi stands up and moves so close to you, toes touching but nothing else. Capturing your eyes, he lifts his hands up, the two fingers that were inside your cunt, taps your bottom lip before sliding along the red flesh. “Open.” Yoongi demands. You listen instantly stuck in some sort of lust filled trace. Yoongi hums to himself, loving how obedient you are as he pushes his digits between your lips. The taste of yourself fills your senses and you couldn’t hold back the small whimper building up inside you. “Suck. Thaaats a good girl.” He praises you as you hallow your cheeks, bobbing your head on his fingers, imagining to yourself that it’s something else entirely. Yoongi swallows as the same image flash his mind. The thought of your lips wrapped around his fat cock has it twitching. Just as he opens his mouth to tell you to get on your knees. There’s a knock at the door. “Yoongi-ah, are you in there? Have you seen Y/n? She’s missing.” Seokjin shouts. Looking at Yoongi, he seems to be caught in his thoughts so just as you’re about to answer for him his hand that you were sucking on pulls out from between your lips and covers your mouth, keeping you quiet. His dark eyes are on you again, almost daring you to speak. With his other hand gripping your arm, he moves you both away from the door, and once he’s in a place he likes his hand slides up your arm, tickling the skin until he reaches your shoulder. He presses you down and you fall loudly onto your knees, hissing at the small pain. “Yoongi-ah?” Jin shouts again, knocking. Yoongi looks down at you, smirking as he begins to unbuckle his belt and unzip the zipper of his jeans. Only pulling his boxers down enough to reveal his very hard cock.

You almost choke at the sight of him, not only is he long, but he’s thick, so thick. It makes you wonder how the fuck are you gonna even fit that inside you. Yoongi still smirking grasps his cock in one hand, running his hand up and down along his shaft. A drop of dripping from the tip and you lick your lip hungrily. This earns a chuckle from Yoongi. “Wanna suck my cock, Kitten?” He asks, his head tilting slightly to the side, and you nod so fast, needy. “Open up then.” He says as he taps the tip on your mouth as if to enticed you further. Obeying, you open up and Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to slide his cock inside right to the hilt, in one swift thrust, the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue in the process. You feel a hand in you hair holding you still as your nose brushes the skin above. Yoongi moans deeply as his head falls back, his eyes screwed shut. Another knock at the door brings his attention back to you, the same mischievous glint in his eyes. This time you see it, your eyes widening in wonder of what he’s about to do. The free hand that isn’t tangled in your hair moves to your cheek caressing it gently, thumb running along your cheek bone almost lovingly. It makes your heart sore. “Come in.” Yoongi’s raspy voice echos and it makes you jump as it practically slices through the almost silent room, other than the sound of your gags from his cock sitting snuggly inside your throat.

You can almost feel the stare that Seokjin is giving on the side of your face, and as you go to look as him, Yoongi growls out, his loving grip turning harsh on your jaw, forcing you to stay looking at him. “Eyes on me. It’s my cock down your throat. Not his.” Yoongi spits. His head looks back at his elder, smirking. “Ah, Hyung, how nice of you to join us. Why don’t you take a seat, hm?” His head tilts, dark hair moving with the action. When you think Seokjin was gonna turn around and leave, he actually walks closer taking the seat at the side of you both, one leg crossing over the other wordlessly. Yoongi’s head turns back to you, his cock twitching, almost like he forgot for a second that is was between your spit covered lips. “Now, where were we Kitten, hm?” He chuckles, pulling his hips out slightly before pushing back in, repeating the motion over and over, a steady rhythm of his hips, as he fucks your throat. “Such a good girl for me, letting me use your throat. My perfect little fuck doll.” Yoongi praises, his grip tightening in your hair in time with his last sentence. “So pretty with your lips around my fat cock, Kitten.” Your cunt clenches around nothing as you whine, though it sounds nothing like a whine from the way Yoongi started thrusting fast making you gag and choke around him. “Your throat’s so tight, almost want to cum down it.” He reveals, and you moan in approval, the thought of drinking Yoongi’s cum sounds more than appetising. “Oh you want that huh? Want to drink my cum, like a little cumslut huh?” Yoongi asks, and you try to nod your head as best as you could with your mouth stuffed. It makes Yoongi chuckle, mockingly. “Hm as much as I would like that, I’m making Seokjin hyung watch me take what’s mine. So, I’m cuming no where but inside that tight little cunt of yours.” He tells you. Oh what a filthy mouth he has, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. If your dripping cunt is anything to go by and the way it’s starting to run down the tops of your thighs. You almost forgot that Seokjin was even there, as you see him fidget from the corner of your eyes. But before you could even give him the slightest attention Yoongi pulls his cock from your mouth, gripping your arm, as he pulls you up from your knees to stand. Turning you around so your back is towards him he runs one hand up your spine, stopping once he reaches between your shoulder blades. Applying slight pressure he pushes you down so your top half is leaning on a table. A table that you didn’t even realise was there, as your body jerks from the cold wood.

Yoongi kicks your feet apart as he grasps the material of your underwear, pulling it to the side again. You groan when you feel his cock touch your folds lightly, making him chuckle. “Hm so excited for cock aren’t you, Kitten?” He asks teasingly, and you nod your head, but your lack of words makes Yoongi tut, bringing his hand back before swatting your ass cheek, quick and hard. Your whole body jumps forward, hipbone digging into the edge of the table, you gasp at the sting, the pain only adding to the arousal between your legs. “Words, Kitten. Use them.” He demands, and you obey, fast, so needy, that you whine lightly, you don’t even care as Seokjin chuckles from beside you. “Yes, fuck yes, want your cock.” Yoongi hums to himself, wrapping his hand around his girth he teases the head along your folds, tapping your clit twice with the tip before aligning his cock to your awaiting hole. “Yeah? Want my cock?” He asks again. “Hm, I can feel you clenching around nothing, greedy girl.” He says, while spanking your ass twice. “Beg for my cock. Show Jin how pretty you sound when you beg for me.” Yoongi tells you.

You don’t even wait as words spill from your mouth, not even holding back forgetting about Jin’s obvious presence at the side of you. “Please Yoongi, please, want it bad, want you. Please.” Tears spring to the corners of your eyes, so desperate to feel him buried inside your cunt. You can tell that Yoongi is loving every second and every whimper or whine that leaves your mouth. All for him. A gasp leaves your lips as Yoongi pushes the tip of his cock in your cunt, the blissful burning stretch of the tip makes you choke on your saliva. “Fuck so tight.” Yoongi curses through clenched teeth, pushing in his cock further, a hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise as the other wraps around your throat. Not choking you but just the feeling of it being there is enough to have adrenaline running through your veins excitedly. As his hips are flush against your plump ass cheeks, you both groan loudly In unison. The feeling of your cunt walls hugging Yoongi’s fat cock so nicely, forces him to take his bottom lip between his teeth. Your legs are already shaking at how good he feels inside you, so full, and you get impatient, wriggling your hips in effort to make him move and fuck you dumb. “Ah ah. Naughty girl.” Yoongi says disapprovingly, his hand tightening around your throat slightly.

He begins to pull his cock slowly out of you until nothing but the tip is inside you once again. “Tell Seokjin you're mine.” Yoongi growls, his teeth clenched, and you keen, arching your back, “I’m yours, Yoongi.” You moan breathily, and that’s when Yoongi pushes his cock back in. Hard. Knocking all the air out of your lungs. “Yeah. All mine.” Yoongi states, cockily, his eyes flicking to his Hyung for a split second. Picking up a fast pace, controlling it so his cock reaches deep inside you, his tip kissing that spot that has your toes curling and you eyes rolling back. His hand releases his grip on your neck, sliding up until he reaches your jaw. Leaning his body over you, his chest against your back. He forces your head to face Seokjin, taking in the sight of him. Man spreading, cheeks flushes and his hands rub at his cloth covers cock. A delicious sight. You feel Yoongi’s breath hit the side of your face, as he growls out. “Mine.” Taking your lobe between his teeth, you whimper. “Tell him.” Yoongi grits, fucking into your cunt harder, as his other hand works his way around over your tummy and between your thighs, teasing your clit. “Go on.” He demands, letting go of your jaw he stands back up, both hands gripping your waist fucking into you. You gasp for breath desperately trying to grasp onto something, anything, until they land on the edge of the table. “I’m yours, fuck.” You whine, your mouth dropping open as your brows pinch together. Your high, so close once again.

Your eyes widen however as Yoongi pulls out, turning you over and lifts your ass up onto the table. Whining at being edged once again, Yoongi grips your thighs, spreading them before he lets go of one to help push his cock back inside your tight, leaking hole. “Oh-” You moan out, falling back onto your elbows as Yoongi picks up where he stopped, his hand going back to your thigh not wasting any time as he begins his same pace. “Hm, so pretty when my cocks splitting your little cunt open, Kitten.” Yoongi praises. “Isn’t she Hyung?” You hear a small, breathy ‘yes’ leave Seokjin’s bitten lips. You keen at the praise, as your head falls back. “C-close!” You shout, as you force your head back up to look into Yoongi’s eyes, your own being wide. “Hm, I can tell, squeezing my fat cock so good.” Yoongi moans, giving you one harsh thrust as if to emphasise his words. “Mmm love your fat cock.” You babble mindlessly, earning a chuckle from Yoongi, though his own eyebrows pinch together and his tongue licks the corner of his mouth. Sweat dripping down his temples as his hair sticks to him. You looking like a similar picture. The feeling of his cock twitching inside is enough to show he too is close. “I know, wanna feel you cum on my fat cock right now though, baby.” He says, as he slides his hand further up your thigh until he’s rubbing at your clit in circles. “Be a good girl and cum for me.” He purrs, leaning over your frame, his body encasing your own. Your body stiffens as you feel euphoria run through you. Your vision turning white as you cum, hard. “F-fuck! Baby, where do you want my cum?” Yoongi gasps, your cunt like a vice around his girth. “Inside, god, want it inside please.” You cry out. “Shit!” Yoongi curses, his mouth fits over yours as he kisses you, all tongue and teeth. As spurts of his cum hit your walls coating them.

The after glow of your orgasms wash over you as you continue to kiss, Yoongi’s arms wrapping around your frame holding you against him as you wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling away from you with a final peck, Yoongi flashes a gummy smile, running a hand along your spine comfortingly. “Are you done?” Seokjin’s strained voice is heard properly for the first time since he has entered the room and you immediately flush burying your face into Yoongi neck embarrassed. “I think you’ve made your point Yoongi.” Jin teases further, an eyebrow raises as he uses the arms of the chair to push himself up. “So, uh, yeah, I’ll be leaving, thanks for the uh, free porn show guys.” Is Seokjin’s final words before he walks vacates the room, the tips of his ears bright red. Unbothered, Yoongi just chuckles turning back to you, placing a kiss in your hair, as he breathes in your scent. “Did you mean it?” He whispers, and you pull your face away from the warmth of his neck arms falling to the table to hold your weight up, confused. “Mean what?” You ask, tilting your head, your hair falling in front of your face, just for Yoongi you brush it behind your ear softly, smiling like a lovesick puppy. “That you’re mine.” His voice surprisingly steady despite how nervous he really is. “Yeah, I’m yours Yoongs, always have been.” You whisper leaning into Yoongi’s soft touch, inwardly cooing as Yoongi’s gummy smile appears of his face once again. “Good, and uh incase you didn’t know, I’m yours y/n.” He confesses, but you giggle at him, leaning up to place your lips on his quickly, in a small kiss. “I know.” You say softly, leaning further back you properly look at yoongi’s flushed face, post sex hair, thin layer of sweat covering his skin, kiss swollen lips. A sight that has your cunt clenching, around the cock that’s still buried inside you. Grunting, Yoongi’s gummy smile quickly turns into a small smirk. “Round 2?”

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krreader · 4 years

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BTS scenario → spending New Year’s Eve with you.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: / genre: fluff word count: 1.4k+

a/n: you can tell how long this request has been sitting in my inbox from the request itself, just like all my other requests. I’m very sorry it’s taking so long to push these out. (editing michelle: it’s been even longer, I figured it’d be nicest to post this on NYE, so I hope you enjoy it ♥). SO ON THAT NOTE, HAPPY NEW YEAR

kim seokjin

“One more round,” Jin begged as you got up and walked over to the window, “Let me redeem myself, come on (Y/N).”

“It's less than a minute till the new year, we dragged it out long enough,” you chuckled as you looked back at him, watching him get up with a sigh, “Besides, I think we've established on who is better at this game.”

Jin gave you a light slap on your ass.

“Why are we even standing here, it's not like there's going to be fireworks,” he pushed his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants and leaned against the window.

“I just like this view more,” you shrugged, smiling at him, “So.. ten, nine, eight, seven, six..-”

“Five, four, three, two,” and as you thought he'd say one, Jin pulled you towards him and kissed you so deeply that you felt like you were going to faint.

The perfect way to start the new year.

min yoongi

“We haven't done this in a very long time,” you took a sip from your drink, then looked over to your boyfriend sitting in front of his PC, “You know, others would be out having dinner to celebrate the new year. I like that we're not like that. Instead, we’re playing video games all night long.”

“I know you love this way more than drinking in a shitty bar somewhere,” he got up to throw away some trash, then stopped at your desk for a moment to kiss your forehead.

“You're right. It's perfect.”

Yoongi looked at the time on your computer, silently counted down the last five seconds, before he leaned down and kissed you softly.

“Happy new year, princess.”

And with that and a smile, he returned to his own computer and you two continued playing games.

Yes. You liked it.

jung hoseok

“What are you most excited about?”

Hoseok and you had decided to spend New Years outside and despite it being extremely cold, you were glad that you did it. Just sitting at the Han River with your big coats, you leaning your head against his shoulder and watching the stars, because for once, it was actually a clear night's sky in Seoul.

“Spending another year with you,” Hoseok whispered, kissing your forehead.

He checked his watch, then began counting down from ten.

And once he reached zero, he tightened his hand around yours and with the other, grabbed your chin and made you tilt your head back so he could kiss you.

“To another amazing year with the most amazing woman I could have ever hoped to call mine.”

“Cheesy, but appreciated,” you chuckled and kissed him once more, “Happy new year, to the most handsome man alive.”

Yeah, he liked being called handsome, that blush was obvious even in this darkness.

kim namjoon

“Okay, so.. don't laugh at me, okay?” Namjoon stood in front of you with messy hair, a T-Shirt and his underpants, and a sheet of paper in his hands. Whatever this was, the laughing almost started there and then already.

“Okay?”

He cleared his throat, looked down to his piece of paper, then he said: “I thought about how I could make your new year a better one. I want you to have the best year, because you are the best girlfriend. So the minute before the new year, I wanted to tell you all the good things about you and our relationship and just wish some good things for you. First of all, the most important thing of it all, I hope you know how much I love you. I know I tell you this very often, but only because I like how it makes you smile and because I want you to know that you are loved by someone. I want you to know that I am proud of you and I will support you no matter what. You might make some career choices next year and please know that you will not be alone in that. I will be by your side every step of the way, for the rest of our lives together, I will be with you. I love you so much and..-” he glanced at the clock, then he very quickly said: “and I hope that the new year will be the best of your life, thank you for being my girlfriend!”

At first you really had a hard time trying not to laugh, simply because you couldn't understand why he'd put so much effort into this. But by the end of it, you actually had tears in your eyes and jumped up to hug him so tightly, that all Namjoon could do when he saw that it was 12, was say: “Happy new year, babe,” because you were too busy sobbing into his shirt.

park jimin

It would have been too much to ask Jimin to just stay home with you and watch this year disappear into thin air when the clock would finally strike 12. He got too many invites to parties of friends that he desperately wanted to go to and you didn't want to be the party pooper and stay at home, or even worse, beg him to stay home with you.

No, you jumped over your own shadow and went with him.

And you were glad that you did. Because out of all the invites that he got, your boyfriend picked the one where he knew you had some space to retreat if you needed a breath of fresh air.

Sure, this breath of fresh air got a lot more crowded when the new year approached, but it was still nice up on this rooftop, especially when you felt his arms sneak around you from behind.

“Do you have a boyfriend, sweetheart?”

You chuckled, leaning into his chest and your head to the side when he started kissing your neck.

“Well, you've certainly had a few more drinks since I've last seen you.”

“But not enough not to know what's happening right now,” he gave you one last kiss on your cheek, then turned his gaze to the sky when everybody started counting down.

You did it with him, away from the crowd, only the two of you with you in his arms holding you so tightly.

And when the new year was finally here, he whispered: “Happy new year, love of my life,” into your ear.

kim taehyung

Taehyung hadn't been this happy in a very long time.

He had gotten New Year's off. So he had grabbed you and had driven you two back to Daegu where you were now celebrating with his family.

Everyone was laughing, eating and drinking, so happy to be together.

And for a moment, you just had to pause everything you were doing and watch him be this happy, branding it into your memory.

It was only when he approached you that you started blinking at him and then smile, “Hey..”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, really good,” you chuckled a little.

“Good.. then let's go outside!”

The younger kids had been allowed to shoot a few fireworks so that was your New Year's fireworks. But honestly, it was way better than any grand spectacle you would have gotten in any city.

Seeing these kids so happy, feeling the arms of the man that you loved around you and hearing his soft voice count down in your ear before he told you that he loved you once it was 12 o'clock.

You couldn't have imagined it to be any better than that.

jeon jeongguk

“I made the right decision in asking you out, you know?” Jeongguk happily said as he was lying in bed with you, both of you already having your pajamas on, eating ice cream.

He had of course asked you beforehand if there was anything special that you wanted to do on New Year's. He didn't want to do anything, but he would have, if you had wanted to go out.

But his gut had been right about you all along.

You were Mrs. Right for him.

“You're just now realizing that?” you snorted.

He took away your ice cream and put his own away, before he tackled you into the sheets and kissed all the sensitive spots on your neck that made you giggle.

“Jeongguk, wait!” you laughed, “We're going to miss it!”

“Ah, right!” he picked up his phone, while still being on top of you, opened up his clock app and counted down the last three seconds with you. Once that was done, he looked back down at you and grinned, “Happy new year! Now.. where were we?”

And back to absolutely no mercy tickling.

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bangtans-bubs · 4 years

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BTS Reaction #2: When you watch the movie “365 Days” with your boyfriend

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a/n: hey army! i’ve recently started working on a request with mafia min yoongi (suga) x reader, and it was a quite interesting request. my inbox is still open, so feel free to submit any requests/ideas running through your mind.

warning: smuttyyyy goodness

word count: less than 300 (per member)

*creds to gif owners

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> Kim Namjoon (RM)

He can never make it through a sex scene because the intimate scenes start to provoke his “innocent” mind and fill it with lustful thoughts. He usually requests to change the genre of the movie to comedy to prevent himself from pouncing on you, but this time you insisted on watching the entire movie whether it’s with or without him. He would’ve walked away, but he wanted to test his self-control, even though it was a dangerous task. He tossed the remote towards your side and decided to sit on the other end of the couch as a safety precaution. He safely made it through the first quarter of the movie and that caused him to put his guards down. Just when he thought he was clear, he noticed how you had shifted from your end of the couch, now leaning your head against his pounding chest. He thought you were oblivious of the current situation, but your actions said otherwise. You lazily threw your leg over his thighs, placing your knee right above his rising length. He began fidgeting around in attempts to move your leg lower, but his movements gave you the wrong sign, causing you to roam your hand over his broad chest. You can hear his heart throbbing through his chest and felt his breathing quicken at your sudden actions. When he realized where your hands were headed, he suddenly grasped it with a firm grip and said, “It doesn’t seem like you put this movie on with the intentions of finishing it, baby?”

“Well, now I’m trying to finish other things,” you replied back with a devilish smile on your face.

> Kim Seokjin

He believes that self-control should never be a thing when it’s just the both of you chilling together. He’s also very mature when it comes to watching intimate scenes, with or without you. Actually, he’d be a bit more calm if he was the only one present during a sex scene, but if you’re there too, he doesn’t bother to control his urge to touch you. Even if you both weren’t watching this movie together, he would’ve found another way to embrace/feel you. You never get bothered by it either because you rarely see him due to his tight schedule. The both of you would find yourselves tangled with one another on the floor while watching the movie. Before the freaky scenes appear, you’d feel Jin’s hands roaming around the hem of your shirt before finding their way up your torso. He would teasingly run a finger across the underside of your bra, barely touching your skin. If he notices that you have your eyes closed, fists clenched, or you’re holding your breath, he would say, “I think we should recreate those scenes, baby.”

> Min Yoongi (Suga)

Never in a million years would he have ever watched an erotic movie with you. A sex scene can appear on the screen and he’ll start making comments like, “Is he insane? He’s going to dislocate her hips.” Or, “What pleasure does someone get from dislocations?” The movie genre can be far from comedy, but Suga will somehow manage to make you laugh to the point where your abs and jaw start to ache. After passing an intimate scene, he’d say, “His tongue game must be weak if he needs to put in that much effort to make her feel good.” You furrowed your eyebrows and broke into a fit of hysterical laughter. He had a questioning look on his face and blankly stared at you, waiting for an explanation.

“I highly doubt anything will be better than that tongue.” Your challenging remark made him glide his tongue across his lips before he turned to smirk at you.

“I’m tempted to prove you wrong, baby.”

> Jung Hoseok (J-hope/Hobi)

Oh, the way this man stares into the tv makes you feel like he’s into it. Usually, both of you sit side by side when watching a movie together, but this time he sat with his body facing you. At the time you didn’t understand why, but as soon as a sex scene appeared on the screen you’d notice him stare at you from your peripheral vision. He’d switch his attention between the tv and you to see how you react to the scene and if he sees you raise an eyebrow, he’d know you like it or you’d want to try it. He let out a silent laugh before turning his attention fully towards the movie, but his laughter had you questioning his motives. You’d just let it go and focus on the scene, maybe running a hand through your hair or up and down the side of your thigh. He noticed how you began fidgeting and let out another laughter before getting up, taking smooth strides towards your shared room.

“Where are you going?” You threw the blanket you had over yourself to the side, curiously waiting for an answer.

“I’ll be waiting for you in the room. The quicker you come, the better for you.”

> Park Jimin

He does not give a fuck about whether his movements are sly or not. If he wants you in the middle of a sex scene, then he’d do anything to get your attention. He’ll think about which weak spot he should target, then he’ll take actions depending on that spot. You’d stay stubborn and beg for him to focus on the scene because you love giving him a hard time. You knew he wouldn’t last a single scene, which is why you decided to tease him by denying his request to stop the movie. After making a move on your weak spots and that resulting in nothing but a waste of time, he’d start fanning himself and use the excuse of the room being “too hot” to remove his t-shirt. He knows it drives you insane when he’s shirtless because you start to debate on which part you should mark first. He caught you drooling over him as if he was a fresh piece of meat and didn’t hesitate to say, “I want to make you scream louder than her.”

> Kim Taehyung (V)

Taehyung never had a probelm with watching a movie filled with lustrous scenes because he’s positively sure that he has already done those things with/to you. V considers himself to be an intimate person and would always insist on cuddling you while you both enjoy the movie. V had asked to watch this movie since it was blowing up all over social media for its raw sex scenes. You didn’t refuse because he was very tired at the moment, so he’d have no intentions of doing the dirty, or so you thought. You grabbed your bowl of popcorn and seated yourself on V’s lap, before realizing that maybe that’s not the brightest idea. You tried to fall onto the side of the couch, but his arms had a death grip around your waist, restricting you from any movement. You let out a heavy sigh and just decided to slide yourself lower on his lap to rest the back of your head between the crevice of his neck. You were only 20 minutes into the movie before the masturbation scene appeared on the screen. You desperately tried to unclasp his hands from your waist, but that just caused him to pull you closer to him, his lips lingering dangerously close to the the nape of your neck.

He began peppering wet kisses along the sides of your jaw before pulling away to say, “I’ve always wanted to see how you touch yourself on the days I’m not here. I want to see how well you imitate my actions.”

> Jeon Jungkook

He can be a beast in bed and could do things you’d never imagine a man to do, but when it comes to watching a movie with sex scenes, he’d always begin giggling like a kid and start blushing. He’d get embarrassed as if he’s the one in the scene, and honestly you found that very cute, but kind of scary because of how well he switches up from a freak in the bed to an overly excited child. He always wants your legs to rest over his so he can lay his hands over your lap, and in this case that didn’t help you. During the sex scenes, he would run his hands over your mid thighs till he reaches close to your heated core. He’d peek at you from the side of his eyes to see if you’ve caught onto his mischievous intentions. If you’re oblivious, he’d just rest his hands there and wait for you to react, but if he notices your breathing quicken, he’ll move his hands to the waistband of your shorts and slightly tug at it. He’d lean towards your ear and whisper, “You know... I learned quite a lot from this movie. I think I’m ready to practice those learnings with you. What do you say?”

*requests are open

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sope-and-shine · 3 years

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Written In the Stars: Finale

-> SFW // Soulmate!AU // fluff, // Mummy!Namjoon, Moon Goddess!Taehyung

-> Pairing: Namjoon x Reader // Taehyung x Reader

-> Word Count: 7k

-> Summary: Life after losing a loved one is challenging, especially when you’ve had the chance to see just how long the two of you have spent passing each other by. With it only being a few weeks since your loss, you’ve found your life has become dull and despondent. You can’t help but wonder if you’ll be able to move on, even with the help of friends.

-> Warning(s): mild language

a/n: I can’t believe we’re actually at the end 😭😭 I’ve put so much time and love into this story and I’m both sad and happy that I’ve been able to finish it! I hope everyone enjoys!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Masterlist

“Ma’am, where’s the restroom?”

You turn and see a father holding a small boy in his arms, and you immediately jump into action, “Take a right out of these doors, down the hall until you see the blue traffic sign, and it’ll be on the right. There should be a Daffodil portrait on the wall right before your turn.”

The man heaves a happy - very relieved - sigh, “Thank you!”

“Of course!” You watch as he speedwalks out of the exhibit and takes off down the hall. You can only hope he actually makes it there.

The day shift has definitely been more exciting. It’s only been a few weeks, but your days have been filled with more excitement since you switched. You tried to continue with the night shift post, but the silence just became too overwhelming. Thankfully, Hoseok seemed to understand when you told him.

You switched back to the day shift in hopes it would help to take your mind off of Namjoon. You thought being surrounded by others would make you feel less lonely, but you can’t help but think about how your life has changed so drastically.

Adjusting to your new life hasn’t been easy. Everywhere you look, you’re reminded of Namjoon. You hear his laugh by the water fountains, you see his hair in crowds on the street, and you can still feel his arms around you at night as you lay in bed.

At first, you thought it was something you could handle. You thought if you embraced his goodbye, then you’d be content to live the rest of your life without him. But no one told you losing love would hurt this bad.

You’ve tried to do other things, like knitting and working out, but you’re not very good at either one - nor do you really like them. Cooking had seemed like a good idea until you realized that meant cleaning the dishes. With every attempt to move on, you seem to take 3 large steps back.

You find yourself going to places Namjoon would have liked. Spontaneous trips to the park lead to long evenings by the river. Extra hours at the museum have you wandering through the exhibits just to look at the art one more time. Even a quick trip to the store has you buying things you’ve never thought to try.

The one place you never go is the King’s exhibit. At least, not of your own free will. It’s only happened twice - once being today - because someone had to call out. And just like the time before, you find yourself at the aquarium.

A place where Namjoon was truly happy.

The touch tanks have quickly become a favorite of yours. They allow you time to think to yourself and drift off, to daydream about a handsome king with an endearing fascination for the world around him.

You like to visit the crabs the most. Mostly because you know Namjoon would if he could. He thought they were the cutest on your outing together, and holding the tiny creature in your palm you can see why.

“Ow!” You flinch at the small pinch from the crustacean. Your hands jerk, but you try to protect the crab the best you can without dropping it.

“Here-” A large hand reaches in front of you and plucks the crab from your hands, “These guys get a little finicky when you hold them up too high.”

You place your thumb over the pinch and turn to him, “Really? I can’t-” You pause mid-sentence.

Now, looking at the crab’s savior, you see him. Lilac strands poke out of the blue university hat he’s wearing. His khaki shorts are worn and just barely reach his knees, and his sneakers are all worn out. Even the socks he’s wearing have slightly lost their vibrance. His baggy t-shirt doesn’t hide the fact that he’s more fit than he was a few weeks ago, but a few weeks ago he had disappeared right in front of you. But there’s no mistaking that dimpled smile.

This is Namjoon.

You stare at him like a deer in headlights, and you must look exactly how you feel because his smile turns to concern, “Are you okay?” He asks.

You nod, “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine…” You’re not. You’re absolutely stunned and he doesn’t seem to recognize you. They do say everyone in the world has 4 people that look just like them. How unfortunate that you’ve found his. “You just...look really familiar.”

“Really? Well, I guess that means I have a memorable face then.” He muses, chuckling to himself - Exactly like Namjoon. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You take another selfish moment to look at him, admiring how gentle he is with the small creature in his hands. “You really seem to like the crabs.”

“Yeah, I do!” He nods enthusiastically, “I really only applied here as an excuse to play in the touch tanks.”

“Something easy to wind down from classes?” You ask.

His eyes widen in surprise, and he turns to you as if you suddenly grew 2 extra heads, “How’d you know?”

You giggle, “You’re wearing a university hat with your grad year.”

“Really?!” You nod and he pulls the cap off of his head, letting out a frustrated groan when he confirms he’s wearing his university hat, “No wonder my supervisor straight up ignored me this morning. This is the third time this month I’ve grabbed the wrong one.”

“At least it’s a nice hat.” You assure him, trying to remain positive.

He places the cap back on his head and sighs, “Tell that to him.” He brings the small crab still resting in his palms eye level, “This little guy knows exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t you, buddy?”

“Don’t tell me you speak crab.”

“Of course I do! You just have to know how to listen.” He says matter of factly.

“Alright then. Ask him how he’s doing.”

“I will.” He turns to the crab and stares at it as if they’re having a staring contest, “How are you feeling, little guy?” He moves the crab up to his ear and acts as though it’s whispering to him, nodding and humming disagreement, “I see...I’d be pretty frightened too.”

You narrow your eyes, “What did he say?”

“He said he was having a great day until someone came and held him up too high.” He teases.

“You’re taller than me!” You argue.

He looks you up and down, nodding, “You’re right…” He seems to contemplate for a moment before he shrugs with a sly smile, “He probably just likes me better.”

“Oh, really now?” You challenge. He nods proudly and you scoff, “Well, what’s your name? Resident Crab Whisperer?”

“No! That’s way too long.” He laughs. He extends the hand not cradling a crab towards you and smiles, “My name is Kim Namjoon.”

“Well…” You hesitate, trying your best not to react. You swallow your nerves and shake his hand with a smile of your own, “-It’s nice to meet you, Kim Namjoon. Any relation to the mummy at the museum?”

“That hopeless romantic from the Seoul Museum?” He jokes. He takes this moment to place the crab back into his touch tank, “Yeah, he’s like a great-great-super great uncle or something like that.”

“Well, you look like him.” You say. He gives you a confused look and you’re quick to back-pedal, “His portraits! You look like his portraits.”

“I do?” He asks.

“Besides the purple hair, I’d say you’re the spitting image.”

“I’ll have to check it out myself then.”

“Well, their hours are 8am to 10pm Monday through Saturday and 12pm to 6pm on Sunday.” He gives you a pointed look and you shrug, “I’ve been the night guard the past few years. I just switched to day shift.”

“Really?!” He asks in disbelief, “Isn’t it creepy working the graveyard shift? It must be way too quiet.”

“Not really.” You think back to the nights you spent with your Namjoon and how he made you laugh. You remember asking him the same thing one Saturday night after the museum closed. You two were much closer than his first Sunday there, but you couldn’t help but worry about how he must get through the night alone. But Namjoon was a king. He wasn’t worried about a bit of peace and quiet. “A friend of mine once told me that silence is more reassuring than anything. It means peace.”

“They sound wise.”

“He was...” You can’t help but think about Namjoon’s absence.

This always happens when you think about any good times you may have had, remembering how much fun you had and how you’ll likely never have it again. Being in front of this Namjoon does nothing to help you feel at ease.

“You know that movie-?! It’s-Oh...What was it called…?” The lilac-haired Namjoon suddenly claps his hands together with a proud smile, “Night at the Museum! Anything like that happen after hours?”

You chuckle to yourself, knowing better than anyone how Ben Stiller’s character felt during that movie. Of course, the Namjoon in front of you would never believe you, “I wish. It’d make some of the exhibits a lot more interesting.”

He nods, “I bet they’d be pretty interactive too…Could you imagine history telling itself?!”

“Please, I don’t want to hear about the love-life of a thousand-year-old mummy.” You joke, knowing full well you already have.

“Yeah, I guess that would get annoying after a while...always lamenting about love and what-not…” He seems slightly disappointed, but his smile comes right back, “Why don’t you let me show you around and I’ll tell you about our exhibits instead?”

You’re taken aback by his boldness, “Oh, are you sure?” He nods, “I don’t want to get you in trouble or anything.”

“Don’t worry about it! My shift ended like 30 minutes ago and this place is only open for another 3 hours.” He assures you, “So, what do you say?”

Maybe it’s because he’s the spitting image of Namjoon, or maybe it’s the similarities in their personas. Maybe it’s just the way his dimples appear every time he laughs and his laugh sounds just like his. No matter what it is that’s drawing you to this Namjoon, you find that your heart has taken over for your brain and it’s putty in his hands, “Sure. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Namjoon breaks into an excited grin, dimples on full display, “That’s the spirit!” He straightens his posture and holds his arm out for you as if he were a butler or an escort, “From here until the aquarium closes, consider me your personal tour guide for the rest of the evening. There won’t be a bench you haven’t sat on by the time we’re done!”

He’s confident.

But perhaps he’s too confident…

He takes you to places you’ve been before, educating you on every animal in great detail. He doesn’t miss a single species, and he takes great care to make sure you see what he’s talking about - guiding your head and pointing in the right direction. His enthusiasm is infectious, and you could listen to him talk for hours. He’s so well-spoken, and he describes everything in such wonderful detail. It comes as no surprise to you when he mentions himself to be a literature major.

He has such a unique personality and the most terrible humor. He tells you about his bike and how much he enjoys riding by the river and through the park. He tells you about his love for moon jelly and how it’s like looking up at the sky when you see them. Everything about him is just so uniquely him, but you can’t help but see all of the similarities he holds to your Namjoon.

His physical features are all the same: his eyes, his nose, his lips, his dimples, his height, and even his haircut! There’s no doubt that this Namjoon would look identical to your Namjoon if his hair were the same dark brown. His interest in the Moon and his love of literature. Your Namjoon would have excelled academically in this world just like this Namjoon. Even his love of small creatures and terribly out-of-date dad jokes is exactly the same!

He’s Namjoon.

But he doesn’t hold the memories of your Namjoon…

Taehyung had told you how Fate had tried to warn him several times. How Fate couldn’t change what would happen, and she could only hope to guide everyone to the best outcome without ruining the future herself. But how cruel could Fate be to have another Namjoon this close to you yet not be yours. To thrust this on you so soon without even a few months to grieve more.

How could someone be so heartless?

---

“And this would be the last bench of our tour.” Namjoon says as you exit the aquarium, extending an arm as he presents it to you.

“Oh wow...” You thank him and take a seat, playing along with his charade - as you have all night - as you pretend to admire the bench. You admire the dedication plaque for just a moment before you turn to him in mock disappointment, “I thought you said we’d see everything on this tour?”

He shrugs, “I may have rambled here and there...” He seems almost sheepish as he realizes how he went on and on over every topic the two of you talked about, “Sorry about that.”

“No worries here.” You assure him. You’d take 5 more tours just to listen to him ramble on and on for hours, “Now I know that fish talk through make sounds by vibrating their muscles against their bladder. Pretty weird, but I wouldn’t know that if you hadn’t told me.”

“Well, I’m glad I could educate you a bit.” He seems nervous, shoving his hands into his pockets as he shifts from one foot to the other, “Maybe we can do this again?”

“Uh…” You hesitate, “Yeah. Maybe.”

It’s just a tour. No harm in that.

“Maybe...I could take you to dinner too?” He asks.

There’s some harm in that.

He already seems nervous so you try to find the right words to say, “Oh, I-” But your face seems to give you away way too easily.

“You’re not interested.”

“No-!”

“It’s okay! I get it, I understand.”

“No, you don’t.” You stand up and try to explain, but he seems to already have your rejection in his mind.

“No, please, don’t feel like you have to. I’ve been told I can be a bit pushy.”

“No, that’s really not it! I’d love to go to dinner with you!”

That seems to catch his attention.

“Really?”

You nod, “Yeah! Just not now, or like-...anytime soon.”

The last of Namjoon’s hope turns into skepticism, “Are you sure you’re not just saying that?”

“I know how it sounds, but please-!” You stop yourself before you can blurt out the wrong thing and scare him off entirely, “I lost someone really special to me recently. His loss hasn’t been easy for me, and I don’t want to jump into something too soon. I don’t think that’d be fair to you if I’m still hung up on someone else.”

“Oh wow...I’m really sorry about that.” You thank him and take a moment to breathe, holding yourself back from the tears that want to break free, “I went through a loss not too long ago too! You’re taking the right steps, and I appreciate you thinking about my feelings.”

You smile, “Of course! Everyone deserves that.”

“Well, no dinner then, but maybe another tour next weekend? Same time?” He asks, “Strictly hanging out though. No dinner.”

You nod, “I’d love that.”

“Then it’s a date!” He says excitedly. Though, as soon as the words leave his mouth he’s stepping over himself to correct what he’d said, “Not a date! Absolutely not a date. No, ma’am.”

You can’t help but smile fondly at how endearing he is, “I can’t wait.”

You squeeze the strap of the bag on your shoulder with one hand and wave with the other, turning and departing from the current Namjoon. Maybe in time, you can fall in love with this Namjoon for who he is and not because he reminds you of your Namjoon. At that point, then this lilac-haired, crab-loving, literature enthusiast would be your Namjoon.

You can only hope that day comes sooner rather than later.

“So, that’s it then?”

“I’m sorry?” You turn around confused, only about 50 feet away.

“I can’t believe you’re just going to be nice to this me, but not the one that waited 1,000 years for you!” He explains.

You’re so confused that it takes a second to grasp what this Namjoon is saying, and then it hits you. This Namjoon isn’t just any Namjoon.

He’s your Namjoon.

King Kim Namjoon.

The Hopeless Romantic from the Seoul Museum of Art and History.

“Namjoon…?” You ask. You know it’s him, you’re confident. But it still seems like it’s way too good to be true.

He nods, “It’s me.”

In an instant, you’re running towards him. You fling yourself into his awaiting arms and squeeze him as tight as humanly possible, burying your face into his neck as the tears begin to form in your eyes. You let your hands thread through his soft, purple locks and allow yourself to relax with his arms squeezing around your waist.

You bask in this overwhelming feeling of being whole again. You feel light and complete for the first time in weeks and it fills you with so much joy that you can hardly contain yourself. The embrace feels like that first kiss all over again, and you just never want to let him go.

As you calm down and you come to realize that Namjoon isn’t going anywhere, you pull away just enough so you can see his own tear-stained face. His cheeks are red and his eyes are puffy, but his smile is unmistakable with those gorgeous dimples of his.

Looking at him, it’s now that you realize…

He remembered you this whole time.

You smack his chest - not enough to hurt him, but enough so he knows you mean business - and he flinches, “How dare you play with me like this, Namjoon? Do you know how hard the past few weeks have been for me?!”

“I’m sorry!” He apologizes. He runs his hands up and down your sides affectionately, trying to keep you close - and not angry with him, “Trust me when I say this wasn’t easy for me either.”

As much as you would love to be mad with him for pretending he didn’t know you, you can’t. You’re just happy he’s here more than anything. But that still begs the question, “How are you here?”

“I’m not supposed to say much, but I can tell you the other deities had a few tricks up their sleeves.” He explains. He takes a moment to admire your features and leans down to press a kiss to your temple, “But I think most of the thanks needs to go to Taehyung.”

Your eyes widen in shock, “You know about him?!”

He nods, “It was a shock, but he and the other deities explained everything.” He pulls you closer and uses a hand to cup your face, “They gave me a whole life to share with you.”

You lean into his touch, but you’re still reeling from everything that’s happened in such a short time, “And you just remember everything?”

“They gave me the memories back.” He corrects. He’s so close now and you want nothing more than to start where the two of you had left off before you broke the spell, “I guess Fate had a backup plan for him.”

“Thank Fate for that.” You say before giving in to your temptation and pulling your soulmate in for a much needed, long-awaited, proper kiss

* *

“You wanted to see me?”

You look up from your paperwork to see Taehyung standing in your doorway, wearing his favorite emerald 3 piece suit. His fist is raised to the door frame as if he knocked just before he spoke. You must not have heard him.

You wave him in, “Yeah, come in! I’m just finishing up with this finance report.” You expect him to come right in, but he seems hesitant to do so. “Are you okay?”

“Am I not in trouble?” He asks.

Your brow raises in confusion, “Why would you be in trouble?”

“Well, Jimin said-'' Taehyung stops. He remembers the other day after work when he’d come home to Jimin and Jeongguk, going at it in the kitchen for the 4th time in 2 weeks. He’d thought it would be funny to dump water on them - and so had Guk - but the Earth deity had apparently been unamused. Of course, him being the pettiest individual he would settle for a payback that would absolutely scare him. He sits in the chair across from you and throws one leg over the other, “Nevermind. I know what happened.”

You chuckle, “Well, I have a surprise for you. That’s why I asked for you.”

“Oh, really?!” He’s definitely surprised, “What is it?”

“Well-” You move your finance report to the paper organizer on your desk, grab your bag at your feet, and stand up, “-why don’t show you?”

He uncrosses his legs and stands, “We’re going somewhere?”

You nod, “If you’re up for it.” You hold your hand out for him, an action that’s become normal between the two of you.

He takes your hand and you both exit your office together, leaving the human way. You make your way downstairs hand-in-hand, passing patrons that still roam the halls or meander up and down the stairs taking pictures to their heart's content. It all makes you feel human, and feeling human makes you feel happy.

On your way through the lobby, you catch sight of Eunha talking to another security guard. She’d made a request to switch shifts, and you made sure to have Hoseok take over her position under the guise of someone else. She looks happier, but you know better. Thankfully, her shift will be over in a few more hours.

“She’s pretty strong.” Taehyung comments, seeming to already know what you’re thinking. “I talked to her this morning and at lunch. She’s holding it together.”

You manage half a smile, “That’s good.”

Seokjin spots you walking together as you get closer to the exit and his smile widens, “Goodnight, (Y/n)! Goodnight, Taehyung!”

“Have a good night, Seokjin!” You respond, offering a small nod.

“See you tomorrow!” Taehyung waves. Seokjin gives him an indiscreet wink and you pretend you don’t see it even when Taehyung gives him an even more obvious wink back.

You playfully bump him with your hip and he pulls you with him, raising your joined hands above your head and resting them on your opposite shoulder. You squeeze as tight as you can together to fit through the door frame and out to the open air.

“I heard you promoted him.” Taehyung mentions as you make your descent down the large staircase.

You shrug, “There was an opening available.”

“Was there?” He asks, nudging you with his elbow.

You nod, “Yes. There was.” You nudge him back.

“Are you sure~?” The blonde asks again, “I’d hate to see you fall victim to those silly human emotions~”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “Oh, you are something else!” You drop his hand and rush two steps ahead of him, but he’s right behind you.

“I’m just looking out for you!” He defends. He rushes down the steps to the bottom before you make it to the last step and he puts his hands out to stop you, “We wouldn’t want to upset the council, would we?”

“I think you’ve done enough angering the council to cover me.” You remind him, poking his nose with your pointer finger, “Besides, maybe I want to get under their skin.”

“All of them? Or someone specific?” He asks, already knowing the answer.

You sigh, “I’m not saying Seowoo deserves it, but that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“I can’t argue with that.” He agrees. He looks both ways down the sidewalk, “Which way?”

“This way.” You point towards the side of the museum where the street light is out, the darkness wrapping around the corner and making the perfect disappearing point.

You take his hand and together you both walk into the shadows, walking into the darkest section of the sidewalk before disappearing at the corner. You round the trunk of a cherry willow, a sliver of distant light shining through the drooping branches.

Taehyung runs his thumb over your hand and stops, “Are you wearing rings?” He pulls back to check and does a double-take when he sees you in the dim light, “Why’d you change?”

“We’re at a university.” You explain. You’ve changed from your work clothes to a university sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, “I’d rather look like a student than a teacher. You should probably change too.”

“Oh...sure.” In his own fashion, he changes into a white shirt under a baggy, light beige sweater vest, a pair of jeans, and orange converse. He looks himself over once before fashioning a pair of gold-rimmed glasses to finish his look. “Where are we?”

“Eunha’s college.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen in surprise, “Why are we here? She’s still at work.”

“I want you to meet a friend of mine.” You explain.

“You have friends?” He asks, earning an unamused glare from you, “Sorry.”

“This way.” You lead Taehyung off the grass to the actual path and walk under the lights back towards the main building. When you reach a fork in the path you make a left to go around the side of the building between another series of buildings on the other side of the path. You keep walking until you reach another large area with benches, tables, and a fountain.

Sitting on the side of the fountain with just enough light that you can see them, is a trio of 3 men with different hair colors. One with midnight blue, a pastel pink, and lilac. Of course, you recognize them all without a problem at all.

“Hey, guys! Sorry, I’m late, I just had to grab Taehyung.” You call out.

The pastel pink head turns to reveal Hoseok - who’s changed from his normal all-black outfit to a black t-shirt with the word obey in colorful letters, bright orange pants, layered necklaces, and a pair of black, yellow-tinted glasses resting on the top of his head, “No worries, we haven’t gotten started yet.”

“Yeah, Joon was just telling us about the assignment we missed.” Yoongi agrees, revealing himself to be the midnight blue head of hair. He’s wearing an all blue, leaf-patterned outfit with a TuneSquad jersey underneath his top.

“You wouldn’t have missed it if you made it to class on time!” Taehyung freezes as soon as he hears his voice, pulling you to a stop as well. He knows that voice better than anyone, knowing damn well it belongs to someone that’s supposed to be dead.

Hoseok shrugs and leans back, “What can I say? I had priorities to attend to.”

“I just wasn’t interested.” Yoongi stands up and takes a few steps to stretch, revealing Namjoon sitting at the end of the three.

Namjoon is wearing a pair of light wash jeans and a black belt with a white shirt tucked in and a light blue button-up over it. He sighs, “How you have the highest marks in the class I will never know.”

Taehyung looks between the three of them, going back and forth between the two deities and Namjoon before settling on you, “What is going on right now?”

You squeeze his hand, “Just don’t say anything.” You pull him with you to join the others, coming to a stop in front of all of them. You point to the blonde and then to Hoseok, “Taehyung, this is Hoseok-”

The walking gumball throws up a peace sign, “Sup.”

“-Yoongi.”

“Hey.” He gives a small wave

“-And Namjoon.”

Namjoon is the only one to stand and walk up to Taehyung to offer his hand, “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Finally?” He asks, shaking the old king’s hand.

“(Y/n) hasn’t been able to shut up about you,” Namjoon explains with a devious smile. You visibly freeze and that only eggs him on more, “She said you were annoying when she first transferred into our class, then she said she thought she was in love with you.”

Taehyung gives you a look and you completely ignore him, “Namjoon!”

“Of course, we all knew she was,” Hoseok adds with a teasing smile of his own.

“Hoseok! Shut up!”

“How interesting.” Taehyung chuckles, happy to know how you feel even as you pretend you don’t exist, “Well, it’s nice to meet all of you.”

“Why don’t we all move this way? Maybe grab a bite to eat?” You suggest, hoping to move on from your own embarrassment.

“Yes!” Hoseok jumps up and throws his arms in the air before dropping them back down to his sides, “I’m starving!”

Yoongi scoffs, “You’re always starving...”

“I’m growing. I need sustenance.” Hoseok defends, patting his stomach for emphasis.

You walk up beside him and pat the back of his head, “I think all of that food is going right to your head.”

Hoseok looks like a kicked puppy and Namjoon sweeps into his defense, “C’mon, guys, don’t pick on him!”

“Yeah! Don’t pick on me!” He pouts, crossing his arms.

“He can’t help it if he loses brain cells without food,” Namjoon says, turning and grabbing his belongings while you and Yoongi laugh at Hoseok’s expense.

“Do you want me to swear at you?!” The poor god of Death looks absolutely appalled and utterly betrayed by the lilac-haired man. He huffs, “You children have no respect for your elders.”

“Can I quote you on that?” Yoongi asks, walking past Hoseok to grab his own bag.

“Absolutely not!”

Taehyung watches the dysfunctional chaos before him, in awe that the 3 pillars of balance could act like humans. Not just with each other, but with someone he himself once called a friend. You’re all so different than you are at the museum and the council meetings, it’s like you’re not even the same people.

“Tae?” You ask, pulling him out of his confused state. You hold your hand out to him, asking him to join you as the others continue to walk ahead. He accepts.

The 5 of you walk together, further away from the buildings on campus to the fence that lines the end of the property. You all forego the sidewalk for walking across the lawn, getting further away from the lights as you go.

Hoseok comes to a stop in the middle of the grass and Taehyung almost walks into him, “Do you think this is far enough?”

Yoongi looks around and shrugs, “I don’t think anyone will notice.”

“Notice what?” Taehyung asks.

“Way to sound like we brought him here to murder him.” Namjoon jokes.

“Namjoon. Hold my hand.” You say, dropping Taehyung’s for his.

Hoseok and Yoongi hold hands across from you and Namjoon laughs, “Oh, are we having that seance now?” He looks at Taehyung and winks, “Sorry, I guess we forgot to mention this part.”

“Just hold my hand.” You demand. He does and Hoseok takes his other, creating a chain between the 4 of you.

Yoongi takes a deep breath and sighs, “Alright, let’s do it.”

You and Hoseok nod in agreement and Namjoon nods as well, acting as though what you’re all doing is just a practical joke you hadn’t let him in on. It’s only when a soft golden light starts to travel between your hands and to him that he starts to get worried.

“What are you guys doing?” He asks, fearful of what’s going on. He tries to pull away, but you and Hoseok are much stronger than the poor human. The light only continues to grow brighter, and the brighter it glows the more concerned Namjoon becomes, “Guys-?!”

The light washes over him like a wave and it’s like someone has opened his eyes for the very first time again. He takes a deep breath, and then he’s looking around at the others and at himself and at Taehyung and it’s like he’s experiencing life for the first time all over again.

“How did-? But I thought-” He struggles to find the right words to say, unsure where to start, “What’s going on?”

You step in front of him, placing your hands on his shoulders, “Namjoon, I’d like to formally introduce myself. I’m (Y/n), and I’m Fate.”

His eyes widen, “Fate…?”

You nod and Hoseok pushes you out of the way to make his own introduction, “I’m Hoseok, but you’d know me better as Death.”

“You’re Death?” Namjoon asks, obviously not able to believe that someone like Hoseok could be something as dark and daunting as Death.

“Death equals mercy,” Hoseok explains. Both you and Yoongi push him from both sides and he chuckles, “Sometimes…”

Namjoon nods, not yet believing it but going along with the information anyways. He turns to Yoongi, “Does that make you Life?”

“Was it my sunny disposition that gave me away?” The blue-haired deity asks, earning a laugh from the king.

You move in front of Namjoon again and gently take his arm, “And this is Taehyung.” You pull him to where the blonde stands, still in shock, “You two have already met before, but you might remember him a bit differently.”

You place a hand over Taehyung’s head and down his front, revealing how he looked the very first time he had met with the king, “Jihye…”

“Hey.” Taehyung smiles sheepishly, waving shyly as his old appearance morphs back into his college boy disguise, “It’s been a while.”

They both just stare at each other, one nervous and the other in disbelief. Taehyung can’t help but think of all the things Namjoon could want to say to him. How disappointed he is. How upset he must be. It comes as no surprise to anyone when Namjoon moves forward and pulls Taehyung into a hug. His arms cross behind his head and he pulls Taehyung as close as humanly possible without hurting him, “I’ve missed you.”

His words are like a breath of fresh air and Taehyung finds himself relaxing into the embrace and holding his friend back just as tight, “I’ve missed you too…”

It’s a special moment, one Taehyung never thought he would get. His first friend is back and it’s thanks to 3 very unlikely people.

“Why didn’t you come to see me after the spell worked?” Namjoon asks, pulling away.

Taehyung looks down, slightly ashamed, “I didn’t want to mess up again.”

“Again?”

“Like the first time. We’d been so close, but even if I had made it work you still would have-” He stops. He doesn’t need to say it. Not when everyone already knows what he’s going to say.

“But I thought once we broke the spell I’d have to wait until my next life?” Namjoon asks, reiterating what both he and Eunha had put together.

“Technically, this is your next life.” Yoongi mentions.

Life’s revelation comes as a shock to both Namjoon and Taehyung, “What?”

“You were supposed to meet in this life, but because you two just had to make it happen sooner-” Yoongi makes sure to glare so hard in Taehyung’s direction that his planet might even shiver, “-the spell tore your soul away from this one and placed it with your previous body once the spell took hold again.”

“With the spell broken, we were able to put your soul back in this body and merge them together.” You explain. The 3 of you have been sitting on this plan for weeks, and you’ve carefully crafted a friendship with this Namjoon since his soul left his previous body just to ensure you’d be able to make this change happen altogether.

“You’ve been able to do this the whole time? Why didn’t you say anything?!” Taehyung asks, completely shocked. You give him this ‘are you kidding me right now' look and he seems to get the hint, “Right. Fate’s strings…multiple outcomes.”

“I can’t believe this…I can’t wait to tell Eunha.” The modern king is still entranced with himself like he’s never looked at his body before. And then his words hit him and he realizes that Eunha isn’t here and has no idea that he’s alive, “I have to go see her right now-!”

He turns to take off in a sprint and Hoseok places himself in front of him with a hand on his chest, “Not so fast, deadman.”

“Huh?”

Yoongi groans, “You cannot just go hunting her down.” He’d spent far too much time conversing with young adults and various incompetent professors just for this plan to work and he was not going to let it all boil down to nothing.

Namjoon however, doesn’t understand exactly what’s at stake, “Why not? I need to tell her I’m alive and that I’m okay!”

“The magic that brought you back is still fragile. If you go to her now then the whole thing could blow up in all of our faces!” Hoseok explains in his own, dramatic fashion.

“So, what? I’m supposed to just wait?!” The king asks in disbelief.

“It will happen as Fate allows.” You remind him, “You’ve waited this long for a miracle, I think you can wait just a bit more.”

Your words are simple and still just as cryptic as always, but they put him at ease and bring him back to his senses. He nods, “Right…”

“Geez, why couldn’t you have been that easy?” Yoongi says, turning to Taehyung.

The blonde scoffs, “I am easy!”

Hoseok laughs, “I don’t think you actually know what that means.”

Taehyung crosses his arms, “I’m doing my best, okay?”

“Well, now that we got all of that settled-” Hoseok claps his hands together loudly and rubs them together, “-let’s go get some grub.”

Yoongi turns to Hoseok in disbelief and hits his arm, “Are you serious, right now? You don’t need to eat to survive!” The blue-haired deity reminds him.

“But Namjoon does! I’m sure Namjoon would love a nice warm meal.” Hoseok turns to the poor human with a look that resembles a kicked puppy and it’s like they’ve gone back to being undercover again.

“I wouldn’t mind a bite to eat I guess?” Namjoon caves, the god of Death breaking into celebration while the god of Life can only sigh in disappointment, “If we go to that one place downtown we can order drinks at the student price.”

The offer of a few beers seems to peak Yoongi’s interest much more than a measly human meal, “Hoseok gets to pay for everything.”

Hoseok shrugs, “I don’t care. It’s not like I can’t create my own money.”

He turns to get back on track for the gate to leave campus and Namjoon trails after him, “Wait you can do that?! How does that even work?”

“Oh, don’t get him started. Just blame magic like every other human and let’s get to the bus before it leaves.” Yoongi calls out, starting at a slower pace behind them. They leave you and Taehyung to take the back of the group, the both of you trudging along at a slow pace behind them.

“So, are you going back to your duties now that everything is done?” Taehyung asks. A part of him hopes that you’ll stick around or maybe even come to visit him on his own planet, but he knows that you have your own duties to attend to.

But you’ve thought about this as well. You knew that once Namjoon’s memories were merged and he’d be left to go and find Eunha on his own, that you’d be free to go back to how you were before this fiasco started. But things are different now. Now, you have Taehyung who’s snuck his way into your heart and made you feel emotions that you’d left reserved for humans. He’s helped you understand how to feel without letting it interfere with your job, and you don’t want to let that go just yet.

You sigh, “You know, I don’t have a planet of my own. I really just drift freely within space when I’m not doing anything.” You kick at the dirt, “Maybe I could stay here on Earth. Do what humans do.”

He’s shocked, “You’re staying on earth?”

You shrug, “Yeah. I heard there’s this museum with this ancient mummy exhibit.” With a mischievous, all-knowing grin you ask, “Wanna go check it out sometime?”

Taehyung can’t help the smile that breaks out on his face. He takes his arm and wraps it over your shoulder, pulling you into his side, “I’d love to.”

You may not be able to look at your own future together, but at least you know that the both of you can do it together.

Maybe Hui was right.

Maybe for Fate, the future is written in the stars.

~ Thank you for reading ~

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angry sex - bts

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“god. I cant believe you jin!” you yelled as the two of you stormed into your shared apartment, jin slaming the door behind him.

“well i cant believe you either y/n!” he retorted back at your, practically throwing his shoes off.

the two of you went to a dinner that night with the other members. the whole car ride to the fancy restaurant was strangely quiet, but you didnt ask jin about it. when you guys got the restaurant, he barely spoke a word to you.

you were talking to jungkook beside you when you heard jin speak, “yah! namjoon, i know y/n looks like a slut tonight but keep your eyes up here.” your eyes bulged out of your head as he finished his sentence. you looked down at your dress, sure, your boobs were kind of showing, but you wouldnt call yourself a slut.

you angrily stood up and walked out of the resturant, hearing jin groan from behind you as he excused you two from the table for the night.

so now, the two of you stood facing eachother, eyes narrowed at each other, breathing heavely.

“i cant believe you would call me a slut in front of your friends.” you groaned, your hand coming to rest on your forehead.

instantly, something clicked in jin. his head turned to the side a bit, and his eyes scanned your entire body. “ well that’s just what you are isnt y/n? a slut.”

you were about to snap at him, but was cut off by him pushing you up agaisnt the wall behind you.

“ you like the feeling of all these peoples’ eyes on you dont you?” he spoke lowly into your ear as his hands roamed your entire body. “ you like knowing that all those little boys were imagining doing things to you- dirty things.” your breath hitched in your throat at his words. his lips sucking on your jaw and neck as his hands moved underneath your dress. “those are just little boys though y/n, let me show you what a man can do to please you.”

yoongi

there your boyfriend was, sitting on the couch that you left him on earlier that day. by just standing in the doorway you could tell that he didnt do any of the chores you told him to do.

“so yoongi, is all of the cleaning done?” you asked him as you took off your shoes, causing him to jump a little due to not hearing you come in.

“uh no.” he responded, taking his feet off the coffee table.

you sighed, “of course you didn’t, im the only one who needs to clean.” you walked into the kitchen and saw the pile of dirty dishes in the sink.

now you heard yoongi stand up from his position and come into the kitchen.”what?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“i said that i’m the only one who ever cleans around here.” you repeated yourself, preparing for the fight that was about to begin.

“i clean around here.” he stated, coming closer to you.

“really when? because i havent noticed.”

he then pushed you against the kitchen counter, his hands on the counter behind you so you couldn’t move. “i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom and i sweep. so i do clean around here.”

the closeness between youtwo, made you almost forget what you were fighting about as he spoke those words. “fine, you do help a little, but not doing the chorse i tell you t-” you were cut off by him basically smashing his lips onto your own.

“shut up and let me fuck you now yeah?” he said as he pulled back quickly, you only gettign enough time to nod before he’s ripping both of your clothes off and fucking you abruptly on the kitchen counter. it was messy, and it really did not help get your apartment any cleaner.

hoseok

he was furious. beyond angry. he wasnt your normal sunshine that you and everyone else has come to love. his face was blushed red from yelling. veins in his neck were very prominent. his eyebrows were furrowed and he looked extremely hot. sure, you didn’t like him being mad at you but, he just looked so damn good.

he sighed, “i cant keep yelling anymore y/n.” he said and sat down on the couch, his head in his hands.

“then dont.” you smirked, coming closer to your boyfriend.

“what?” he looked up at you.

“fuck me instead.” now the both of you were smirking, the fight leaving your guys’ minds as you climbed onto his lap. his hands immediately gripped onto your waist, and you starting to grind down onto his member. his lips attached themselves onto your neck, biting harshly, making sure to leave marks. soft moans fell from your lips as your tilted your head back and closed your eyes. his hands now letting go of your hips and starting to rip off your clothing instead.

your breaths mixed together for the rest of the night. his roughs, still kinda angry thrusts made you forget everything that happened a few hours before.

namjoon

you have never seen him like this before. his nosrils flaring, his chest moving fast from heavy breathing and his eyes narrowed at you. his hands were even flinching at his sides.

you guys had been fighting for almost a hour now, over somethng that didnt even matter anymore. you were furious at him, you wanted to keep fighting with him, but as his previous actions faded away and turned into lust, you knew it was over.

“come here baby girl.” he demanded, anger still laced in his voice. you followed his command and walked the few steps towards him until you were directly infront of him. “i think youve been quite mean to daddy tonight, maybe you should make it up to him, and he might do the same to you.” you nodded in response, his words fading your anger away and filling it with lust. “good. now strip.”

jimin

jimin rarely got mad, but he did get jealous- extremely jealous. so, when he was pushing you back into his bedroom and away from the boys, you werent really surprised.

“jimin, what is it now?” you asked, your arms crossing over your chest.

his eyes scanned your body before responding, “look what youre wearing.”

your head and eyes looked down to see your outfit; your sleeping shorts, that you guess are pretty short, and a tank top.

“all of the boys were looking at you, biting their lips, scanning your body.” he spoke as he walked closer to you, pulling your hips into his. thats when you felt it, his hard member poking into your hip. “they want you baby, but they cant have you since youre mine. only mine.”

“yes jimin, i’m only yours.” you smirked at him, loving where this was going.

he smashed his lips onto yours and pushed you down onto the bed, him landing softly on top of you. his hands went up the sides of your body roughly, and his hips grinded into your own.

“i want you to be extra loud this time, make the others remember who you belong to.” he whispered into your ear before biting down onto your neck, a loud moan leaving your lips instantly, “thats it baby, be loud.”

taehyung

he was pinning you onto the bed, his whole weight on you so you couldnt move. you had made him mad, so you were expecting this.

“youve made me very mad kitten. i think you should be punished.” his raspy voice spoke.

almost instantly, you were stripped from your clothes and sprawled over his lap on your stomach. his hands roamed your ass before giving your right ass cheek a quick slap. the fabric of his jeans rubbing against your stomach since he was still fully dressed. “count every spanking or i start over. understand kitten?” he asked.

“yes sir.” you responded.

your punishment went for another 19 spankings, your ass red as hell and tears streaming down your face in pleasure and pain- a feeling you loved.

“youve taken your punishment very well kitten. i think its time for your reward,” taehyung said, a smile spreading across his face as his long fingers started to play with the lips of your pussy. you bit your lip, trying to hold in your moans from the pleasure he was giving you. suddenly, a hand came down on your sore ass cheek, causing you to yelp out. “stop holding back, let me hear your pretty moans y/n.”

with that, for the rest of the night, all that was heard were your moans and screams of pleasure and other erotic noises.

jungkook

he glared at you from across the club, not believing what you were doing. you knew he was watching, it was all apart of your plan. angry jealous sex is what you have been craving recently, so that is what you will get.

you were standing infront of jimin, your hands running up and down his thighs as you leaned over a little, trying to push your boobs into his face.

“uh y/n, i dont know what youre doing, but i think you should stop.” jimin spoke to you, a bit taken a back and frightened. he saw the way jungkook was looking at the two of you and it was not good.

“nono jimin, its all part of my plan. i need really good sex tonight.” you reassured jimin, a smirk almost instantly spreading across his face,

“well i think its working because hes coming over here now, and he does not look happy.” suddenly, you felt a warm hand grip your wrist and spin you around.

“y/n. its time to go.” jungkook spoke calmly, but you could see the way his eyes pierced into yours, and how his jaw was clenched, that he was beyond pissed. you nodded to him and followed behind him as he started walking towards the exit, but not before smirking and winking back at jimin.

as soon as you were outside, jungkook pushed you up against the brick wall outside the club.

“you should know how i feel when men look at the way jimin hyung was looking at you like that y/n.” jungkook growled lowly into your ear, his hands griping your hips. “you’re mine. no one looks at whats mine like that.” you were about to respond until his warm mouth bite down on your neck, the cold fall breeze instantly cooling it. “im going to have to mark you everywhere so everyone knows whats mine.”

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Disaster Day

There are probably going to be grammar mistakes, because I can’t proof read to save my life... But hopefully it’s not hectic

Anyway, this was requested.. I kind of got carried away a bit, but I hope it’s close to what you may have wanted!!

Word count: 6691

SNZ - Allergies

‘Sickie’: Jungkook

Caretaker: VHope

like [mild] inducing I guess... it’s meant to be cute and like, familiar..?

Hybrid Universe

*Awkward Peace Signs*

uhh yeah, thank you for support and please enjoy it..<3

****

Jungkook was exhausted.

To be fair, his day had been jam-packed full of lectures and dance activities, so it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise – if only that was the initial cause of his problems. No, despite his day of hard work his fatigue plagued him less due to the events of his schedule and more specifically to the day. His annual disaster day.

It had started when Park Areum had pranced up to one of his best friends in the food court that morning. Giving a shy smile before unloading a gift bag of chocolates and whipping a small bouquet of various bright flowers out from behind her back as she whispered a soft ‘happy valentines’. Jungkook had to force the urge to groan, not wanting to appear rude while Jaehyun politely accepted the gifts, shooting an apologetic glance towards the hybrid. And from there it had only gotten worse.

It was rather unfair. Jungkook loved flowers, they were beautiful, and they smelt sweet and pretty, but the love was clearly not mutual. It hadn’t taken him long before the incessant itch clung to his sinuses, making paying attention to his classes increasingly difficult. All around him students traded cards and flowers with mirth, and he wanted to go home. Yugyeom had given him some of his own allergy medication, upping the dosage, but it was never truly effective for Jungkook. His hybrid genes just burnt off anything in his system before any real progress could be made. So, he was left to suffer.

It was hard to believe his day had taken such a turn for the worst, it had started off so well too. 6am he had been nudged awake by soft prodding and strokes along his sides. This had caused him to twist and muffle his giggles into Taehyung’s bare chest - only to realise that he had trapped himself in the infamous ‘iron cuddle grip’ and had left himself vulnerable to the hands rousing him from sleep. Hoseok hadn’t hesitated to continue, letting Jungkook’s whines and squirms be responsible for waking up Taehyung, and even if the witch had pouted and been grumpy for the first half an hour, it had quickly dissolved into teasing and discussion about whatever usual whacked dream Tae had had during the night. They had eaten breakfast together and shared kisses in the shower and had even gone as far to drop him off at school together to give him final kisses and promises for the day ahead.

Yet now he sat miserably in his drawing class, catching a sharp flurry of sneezes into his palm, and trying his best to sink into the shadows and away from everyone’s lingering gazes.

It wasn’t like he could help it. The frequency of the attacks were becoming more apparent with each passing moment and being in an enclosed theatre wasn’t helping. The girl next to him offered a sympathetic look before digging out some tissues for him, gesturing to a smudge of charcoal on his face as well.

Jungkook didn’t even care how desperate he appeared when he excused himself to the bathrooms to blow his nose. His head was beginning the ache and no amount of sniffling could help his running nose. There was a lengthy moment in the bathrooms just dedicated to splashing water on his face before staring blurrily at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were tinged red and his nose had taken on such a bright hue that if he walked home someone would probably grab him to shoot a cold commercial. Looking closely – and this very well may have been his imagination, but he could have sworn that he could see a fine layer pollen sticking to his black ears. It was probably there. With how tight his chest was feeling, there had to have been something on him.

He coughed and blew his nose once more, contemplating if it would help if he just blocked his nostrils with the tissues from the rest of the session. He would look like a fool, but it could help… then again, with how sensitive his nose was currently it would probably just make it worse.

A big part of him wondered what Tae and Hobi were doing, they weren’t allergic to flowers like he was so they were often able to still enjoy the day without having to worry too much about how they were going to feel at the end of it.

Hoseok had probably been spoiled by his classes and other staff members. Even before they’d started dating, Jungkook could see how much he appreciated the small little love notes or being gifted with a flower or a surprise date, or just being able to flaunt a relationship and be emerged in a bubble of emotions that left people staring longingly. He was able to do and get all of those things now, perhaps not all from Jungkook, but he got everything he deserved. Valentine’s day was always a big day from Hobi, probably because he never really cared about it before – especially back when he had still not to come out. And Jungkook was glad that he got spoilt now, he loved that people loved his boyfriend, and he especially loved how after being showered in complements and affection all day, the dancer came home and reached out in preference to his boyfriends.

With regards to his witch, the events shouldn’t be that much different. Taehyung was probably hiding behind some shelves, going through spell books. Or playfully flirting with Namjoon and Yoongi again. Or knocking off the love attempts of his small following of ‘fans’ that often came to the shop to swoon over him – much to Yoongi’s annoyance. Jungkook could never actually tell how Tae’s day would go. It seemed that every day was a day that someone expressed their ‘love’ for him, that hadn’t changed from when they had been teenagers.

Sinking to the tiled floor, he brought out his phone, frowning at the new crack in the screen from when he’d dropped it early that day. His ears drooped low, almost hiding his face as he stared down at their group chat.

Tae had posted an image about an hour ago of him fanning away faux tears while holding up three red roses dramatically, claiming that someone had -Unsurprisingly - confessed their undying love to him. He could see Yoongi over his boyfriends plaid shoulder entirely unamused at his apprentices actions. No doubt Tae had been lectured or had been subjected to a mouthful of tired, witty complaints after taking the photo.

Jungkook smiled at the quick replies beneath it.

From: ~♥Sunshine☼~

“Hope they have life insurance.”

From: ~♥Tae♥~

“Hobi... You can’t kill them….”

From: ~♥Sunshine☼~

“Don’t need to. Poor heart must have given out in defeat after you told them about your two super protective boyfriends.”

From: ~♥Tae♥~

“Two super protective, lovable and sinfully attractive boyfriends. And yes. I think a part of it did, and again when Yoongi interrupted them after they propositioned for a number swap…. but on an upside. I got to boast about you both again!! Highlight of my working hours.”

After some more mild threats, Hobi mentioned some other points of his day – mostly speaking about the dare Jimin had been put up too, crashing into the staff room that morning wearing a bright pink and white cupid outfit with wings and a halo, throwing around confetti and giving him sunflowers, and then all of the cute cupids throughout the separate grades coming to hand out things or sing to designated students.

There were some time gaps in the conversations after that, between the sections where either of them were too busy too answer, but they seemed to be having fun as they switched to teasing each other. Both had left prompts or questions for Jungkook more than once, always willing to drag the youngest into their banter. Although his absence wasn’t uncharacteristic, his eyes still lingered on the softly toned question that Tae had slid out barely fifteen minutes before, asking whether Jungkook was busy and what he had been up too…

Not feeling up to making excuses, Jungkook tapped into his camera and took a quick, slightly blurry selca – not even bothering to double check it before he sent it through the chat. He looked terrible, and he would still look terrible if he checked it anyway. He breathed heavily from his mouth as he wiped his nose, only to increase the sensitive tingles that pulsed through him. Jungkook could feel his eyes burn with irritated tears and they itched. God he wanted to rub at them, and his ears, they always got this way when he was around flowers for too long, but he knew it was a bad idea. University was not the place to let his allergies and instincts completely control his actions.

He lifted his phone lazily to see new messages had come through.

From: ~♥Sunshine☼~

“Oh Bun…”

From: ~♥Tae♥~

“Are you okay?”

“Allergies?”

“Is it bad there?”

“Can you breathe fine? Should I come fetch you?”

From: ~♥Sunshine☼~

“I think you should leave early… Tae, ask Yoongi to borrow his car..”

“and maybe bring something menthol.”

“I’m fine mostly… Just really sneezy. And my chest is a little tight but it’s not that bad, probably frojnm” –

Jungkook sneezed openly into his lap, blinking in a daze before realising he had accidentally sent the message.

“from exposure.”***

From: ~♥Tae♥~

“I’m going to leave now, should I come fetch you from a specific building? Or wait outside?”

There was a small part of Jungkook that felt bad for being an inconvenience, but mostly he was satisfied that he was going to go home. Even if that meant that Tae missed out on some of the usual adoring customers being even more adoring towards him, Jungkook will get to shower and nap and just exist in peace for a bit. And that sounded great.

“outside. I’ll leave now.”

From: ~♥Sunshine☼~

“love you Jungkook. I’ll be home as soon as I can!”

From: ~♥Tae♥~

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, maximum.”

He didn’t waste any more time. Discarding his used tissues, Jungkook shuffled back to his classroom. He coughed into his fist as soon as the door to the theatre had closed behind him, locking him inside with his demons. Thankfully he didn’t have to explain much to his lecturer. They had taken one look at him and just waved him away sympathetically, telling him to feel better and to try get some work done later if possible. Given the all clear, he had practically sprinted out of the room after grabbing his supplies.

The sun beamed down on him, almost brutally. His black wardrobe wasn’t helping much in that regard, but he walked hastily through the bustling courtyard to find the shading parking area just outside the security gates. A campus guard gave him a brief wave as he passed, eyes softening a little at the state of the shy, yet charismatic hybrid that he had come to know. Jungkook held his wrist to his nose as he ventured further away from the small crowds of people. He found an old bench that was situated under one of the many large Korean oak trees, that’s shadows were cast over his skin mimicking that of a cool breeze. It wasn’t the most comfortable seat, but it served his purpose. After getting as comfortable as he could on the frail wood, he tried once more to clear his nose. It was a hopeless attempt of trying to rid himself of symptoms, one that had obviously failed and had left him sinking back into the old harsh wood of the bench with closed eyes. He couldn’t smell the usually musky, earthy scent that clung to this area and he wasn’t willing to send himself into a fit by looking up at the dappled light shining through the leaves over head – although he could probably recall each and every possible shade that it could be right then. He’d tried to paint the various lighting on the leaves many times, year-round. The view was usually one he’d never want to miss, but the day had taken every last bit of energy he had and trying to appreciate it right this second just wasn’t going to be possible.

“Kook?”

Jungkook opened his eyes to see Taehyung peering out of the driver window of Yoongi’s much loved Jeep. Had ten minutes passed already? It hadn’t seemed like it… Jungkook blinked slowly at the vehicle a few steps in front of him, reached to rub subconsciously at his eyes. Taehyung looked just has beautiful as he had that morning, his pinched brows more prominent by the red bandana that exposed his forehead. He had parked the car at a slant so that he could pull off easily, not caring about the irked glances security was sending his way for taking up more than one parking.

Realising a bit belatedly that this was his lift, Jungkook sniffed and grabbed his things, shuffling tiredly to the passenger door. He vaguely heard Tae say something else as he hopped into the seat and tossed his things to the back, but he wasn’t really paying attention. A warm hand brushed through his hair, down his arm and then settled on his own fist. Jungkook closed his eyes once more and rested his head against the glass as Tae started driving, his hand being intertwined into a tight grasp that lay between the both of them as he drifted languidly to the sound of tires on tarmac and Tae’s gentle humming.

“How is he?” Hoseok asked as Taehyung grabbed two of the three grocery bags the elder had been carrying inside, both moving too quickly put them onto the kitchen counter before starting to pack things away.

Hoseok had wanted to come home straight after work but had opted to going shopping in order to at least make something up for later if Jungkook was up for it – he was able to grab a few things for his boyfriends as well. They usually didn’t get things for each other when it came to these types of holidays, but he couldn’t help himself.

Taehyung shrugged. “He was really tired, so I had to wake him up a few times before he could shower, then he just kind of went to bed. I barely got a full sentence out of him.”

Hoseok sighed heavily. It wasn’t as worrying as the first few times he’d seen Jungkook get allergy attacks, he’d learnt that the hybrid tended to get stuck in his head and what he was feeling. Most of the time Jungkook didn’t even realise that he was going quiet, but Hoseok wished that he would at least let them help more.

“He probably just needs some time for the worst of it to calm down, I bought some scented lotions for later. If he wants it. Some dark chocolate too.”

“Should we make a soup or something?” Tae pondered. They usually stuck to warm foods when it came to allergies and colds, especially with Jungkook who was prone to rhinitis.

“I was thinking about making a curry, or ordering one in if Jungkook needed us, but if he’s still asleep we can start making it now. The spices would help a bit.” Hoseok pursed his lips as he looked over what was yet to be packed away, his hands resting on his hips.

He startled a bit when he felt Taehyung wrap his arms around him from behind, resting his head into the crook of Hoseok’s neck as he engulfed the dancer into a fierce yet tender hug. Taehyung laid a kiss just below Hobi’s ear, smiling against the elders skin before sighing happily and relaxing onto his boyfriends sturdy frame.

“Why don’t you go shower so long? You’ve also had a long day… I’ll start cutting everything for you, I’ve gotten better - you’ve taught me well.” Tae said softly, his chest warming as Hoseok leant back as fluidly as he had leant on the dancer. “Then we can set up for a nice night in. Kookie didn’t even bother to set up a nest earlier, so I think it would be nice if we tried to do something like that for him. Then he can be comfortable enough to decide if he wants help or not…”

Hobi chuckled. “A little eager?”

“What can I say? He’s adorable… and I wasn’t the one that bought scented lotions and chocolate.”

“Touché.” Hoseok stepped out from the embrace with a grin, not wanting to inform the witch that he’d gotten those specifically because he knew the other two enjoyed it. He didn’t typically get the same reactions from it as they did, but he loved the care involved. Thinking about what the night entailed got his body buzzed with warm sparks as the expensive gift bag that he’d smuggled inside using his duffle bag came to mind. He couldn’t wait to for his boyfriends to see what he’d gotten them. “I’ll go shower, hopefully Kook is feeling better later… Be careful with that knife!”

It wasn’t long before both Taehyung and Hoseok had finished with their preparations. Their meal was simmering away, filling the apartment with rich spicy aroma’s, and they had transformed their lounge into what they hoped was an appropriate nest of sorts. Carrying a mattress from one of their guest rooms had been a little difficult to do quietly, but Tae had peeked in on Jungkook to see that he was still uncovered, lying diagonally across their bed, smothering his snores into a pillow. After that, collecting a variety of blankets, pillows, plushies and majority of the soft scarves and sweaters that they had, had been a piece of cake. Hobi had made sure to dedicate a small table to the lotions and tissues, while another stayed mostly bare for their food and drinks later, the only thing adorning it was the chocolates Hobi had bought alongside a small herbal arrangement that Tae had gone and grabbed from Hoseok’s little garden on the ground floor, adding a few roses that he had easily twined up from wire.

Overall, it looked cute. It had even been fun to make.

They curled up on their soft creation while Taehyung set up a line-up of movies, listening to Hobi’s suggestions intently – not caring that half of his ideas were going to leave them crying if they watched them.

If its what Hobi wanted, it’s what he was going to get.

It was just before six when Jungkook stumbled into the room. His nose was still red and a bit swollen, and his fist rubbed at his one ear with annoyance. The bunny hybrid had paused, his brows pitched into a tight frown as he took in the set up before him, then sniffled and collapsed onto Taehyung where he sat amongst the blankets.

He had woken up feeling a bit more refreshed, that tightness in his chest had disappeared, but he was still bothered by that itchy feeling in his sinuses and congestion.

“How’re you feeling, Bun?” Hoseok asked as he joined them from the kitchen. His hand tangling up into Jungkook’s hair before scratching slowly at the base of his ear.

The hybrid blinked as a buzzed sensation did a lap through his body, leaving him rubbing a finger under his nose harshly. He could feel Taehyung pulling him back so that he’d be resting against the witches chest, Tae’s large hands rubbed ticklish circles into his sides that left him twitching in the elders lap.

“Bun?”

“’m fine..” Jungkook answered, focusing his slitted gaze on Hoseok’s face hovering before him. “Just…meh.”

Hobi hummed lowly. He dragged his nail along the length of Jungkook’s ear, sending shivers to course through his body. Hoseok did it again – slower – grinning as he watched as Tae flushed lightly and bit at his lip while Jungkook squirmed harder against the witches lap.

“What’s bothering you Kook? Should we help?” Hoseok asked softly.

“We made some food for us, too.” Taehyung added, a smidge deeper than usual. “We were going to wake you, but then we wouldn’t have been able to surprise you…”

Jungkook smothered a yawn into his fist, resting his head back onto Tae’s shoulder as he glanced around. The smile that spread across his lips wouldn’t stop growing as he caught sight of everything that they’d put into their attempt at nesting. They’d actually done well, almost an exact copy of what he would have done. His gaze landed on a set of lotions and the itch in his nose only seemed to increase at the thought of opening one of them.

“Food sounds great.” He said, scrunching up his nose. “I didn’t really feel like eating earlier.”

Without a moments’ pause Hoseok was heading back to the kitchen, followed closely by Tae who had gently nudged Jungkook to curl into the blankets beside him rather than on him so that he could help. They had dished up hastily, putting a hefty amount of the curry and rice mixture on the hybrids plate before carrying it out. Tae had made sure to grab a few bottles of flavoured milk before he returned to the room, where Hoseok and Jungkook were lighting up two of his large, sturdy scentless candles. With a soft smile he flicked his wrist towards the switch on the wall as he sat beside Jungkook, letting the room fall to darkness before the candles flame settled into a stable glow. They moved the candles up on either side of the tv screen and away from any possible accident range.

The meal had been a simple setting of silence, the trio all paying attention to either their food or the film that was playing just loud enough to not disturb the neighbours. Jungkook had sat through half the meal with tissues grasped in his hand, wiping at his nose every few minutes as the spices and heat opened up his sinuses. The itch had still not left, but had taken a bit of a backseat momentarily, which Jungkook didn’t know if he was thankful or annoyed about.

This definitely wasn’t exactly how he had planned for this day to go, it never was, but his boyfriends had somehow found an alternative to still have a good time. A part of him knew, the part that kept glancing back to those meticulously arranged lotions, that it would feel good to sneeze now, unlike earlier when the rest of his symptoms were problematic. Yet he didn’t want to ruin the soft mood that had been created. Not to mention asking them to help him with his nose was probably not very high on the romance list. Just one normal Valentines. That’s his aim. Just one. Surely it was possible…

So, he bit down on his lip and tried his best to ignore that lingering tickle, sipping on some milk, and letting the chocolate melt over his tongue.

They had just started the second film -another cute romcom that Hoseok had been hung up about- when Jungkook felt that tickle become apparent once more. Consuming him so far that he hadn’t realised that he had audibly hitched until he felt Tae’s soft, concerned strokes along his back. Defeated, Jungkook raised his hands to hover in front of his face, letting his breath shake and build – only to rapidly blink in confusion as the urge left him disappointed and sniffling. He frowned, then shrugged sheepishly at his boyfriends who had both turned to watch him. Hesitantly, they returned their focus to the movie, Hoseok had shuffled a bit closer to hug into Jungkook’s side while he watched so that he could hide his smile into the hybrids shirt each time something cute or embarrassing happened on the screen. Which Jungkook usually encouraged, but now Hoseok would give him a quick sideways glance each time he felt the youngers breath stutter – and he was almost certain that Taehyung had been aware of it as well after he moved the open box of tissues closer. After the fifth empty promise Jungkook didn’t care that it was blatantly obvious what he needed, he just wanted to be able to sneeze.

He sat up straight, causing Hobi to be pushed off of him, and rubbed at his nose as he glanced up to the ceiling. His breathing built shakily but once again, nothing happened. He let out a frustrated moan and pressed both hands to the base of his ears, rubbing hard to try and force some sort of result out of him.

“Jungkook?” Hoseok prodded, pulling one of the hybrids hands away from his ears. “What’s wrong?”

“I ne-h’hih-ed to sne-ehh..hh’heh…”

And then he saw through teary eyes, the soft tissue held before him.

“Let us help then, yeah?” Tae said deeply. It wasn’t like Jungkook was going to decline that offer.

Taehyung wrapped an arm over Jungkook’s shoulders to get more comfortable and then gently placed his tissue-armoured hand over the hybrid’s twitching red nose. Jungkook stiffened as his breathing faltered further by just having the enclosed warmth from Tae’s palm, both arms falling to his lap. An urgent whine crept from his throat as he felt the pressure of the witches fingers on the sinuses either side of his nose. His mouth had fallen open with soft, panting breaths and he could feel Tae’s arm tightening around him as he gently massaged in silence.

A tight ball of heat had settled in Jungkook’s stomach, gradually working its way into his chest as he was left a physical mess and Taehyung pulled away to switch to a new tissue, deciding that the old one had become useless. Jungkook had been about to complain when he felt a long cooling breath directly hit his nose from the left. His eyes had snapped shut and he had pitched forward so quickly that Taehyung had barely made it time to catch the wet fit of sneezes that had allergic tears trickling down Jungkook’s cheeks.

Huhe’TSHhh!! ..Hehh’ETCHhew! Eh’TSHhiew!...... … Heh’ehhhshheww … Heh’eehhhTCHsheww!!

Instinctively Jungkook had reached up to cover, trapping Tae’s hand in place as he snapped forward with another triple – half stifled as he squished into the steady palm.

“Bless.” Hoseok pressed a hand to the nape of Jungkook’s neck. “Better?”

Jungkook sniffled as Taehyung pulled away, only to have Hoseok press another tissue to his nose.

“Blow for me.”

A flush spread across Jungkook’s cheeks at the request but he did as was asked, taking a deep breath before blowing out with wet muffled burst. Hoseok didn’t flinch away and wiped at the hybrids nose once he’d finished.

Jungkook glanced away to see Taehyung slip a piece of chocolate into his mouth, then the witch met his gaze through dark, heavy lashes.

“Better?” He repeated Hobi’s question.

Mostly. The itch wasn’t completely gone, but it wasn’t as bad as before. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to brush it aside anymore.

His mouth fell open to begin his explanation only to be met with chocolate flavoured lips. For the first time since that morning Jungkook was able to fully catch the witches scent. A wave of familiarity doused him, urging him into further contentment. He sniffed and leant closer as Tae had gone to move away, pressing his lips to the column of his neck as he breathed in the woodsy scent once more. A rumble vibrated through Taehyung’s throat as he laughed, pulling Jungkook into him as he rolled back into the nest playfully.

“You seem better.” Hoseok murmured with amusement.

“I-“ Jungkook looked up to see Hobi also reaching for the chocolate. “Thank you…It still… its fuzzy.”

“You want us to keep helping you, Kookie?”

Slowly, Jungkook nodded. A heat spread up his neck as Taehyung grinned at him, almost like he’d been waiting for Jungkook to ask all night.

“Can you lean back into me Bun?”

The question was practically rhetorical, Jungkook wasn’t going to be going against anything they asked of him at this point. He glanced over Tae’s shoulder and the elder’s grin slid into a lazy smirk.

“Tilt up.”

Their movie played on in the background, barely being heard over the pounding in Jungkook’s ears paired with his heavy breaths. Hobi held him gently and rubbed his cheek against the tender part of Jungkook’s neck, only increasing his pants a light trickle of pleasure bled through him. Taehyung took his time, dabbing a small section of his wrist with one of the bottles Jungkook had so keenly peered at before twisting a tissue up, ready to get to work. The hybrids nose twitched as he caught the sweet, fruity scent – at first only becoming slightly irritated until Taehyung moved closer. The candlelight hit the elder like a heavenly glow, an angel descending towards him with expression of something fallen rather than graced. He wondered what Hoseok would look like next to him – he wondered what Taehyung saw when he looked at them. From the depth of his gaze, Jungkook could only assume that it was something just as mesmerising as his view…

His senses burned.

Jungkook gasped and felt his eyes flutter shut as Taehyung moved to sit on his lap, his legs overlapping Hobi’s on either side of Jungkook. The witch reached up and pulled lightly at one of his ears and Jungkook moaned as he sniffed deeply, earning himself a lungful of the intoxicatingly sweet scent that had him pitch forward with a sharp ‘H’ehh’nngxch’. A finger settled below his chin and he met Taehyung’s burning eyes and tilted his head back obediently, his breath hitching against the scented wrist of the witch as he carefully inserted the tissue. The tickle that had permanently settled at the back of his nose reared into a dominant existence as Taehyung moved the ‘tool’ around in a calculated manner, while Hoseok took to laying soft kisses along his neck and ears.

Hoseok murmured soft words as he rubbed his thumbs into Jungkook’s lower back, asking how he was or if he wanted more. The bunny couldn’t even formulate a full sentence without his breath stuttering off. God, if he knew this was how his day would have ended he probably wouldn’t have been so annoyed about it in the beginning.

Tae angled the tissue to reach slightly further in, biting his lip as Jungkook slackened beneath him, but still resulted in nothing more than desperate hitching.

“Angel…” Tae whispered deeply as he pushed the bottle of lotion that he’d opened towards Hobi. “Maybe we should work together on this…”

Hoseok kissed Jungkook’s neck a final time before he emptied some of the oil onto his palm behind the hybrids back. Taehyung returned his attention to Jungkook, dragging the tip of his forefinger lightly around the rims of the hybrids nose before returning the tissue to the next nostril.

Nghh hh hih… … huh.huh ..huh hhh… mmghhm..

Jungkook was going to die of frustration. Truly and entirely. Taehyung was teasing him now. The witch could very easily help him alone. He knew exactly what to do and where to go, and yet he wished to tempt and torture it out of Jungkook. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but damnit… now?

Jungkook gasped as heat scorched his blood. Taehyung had to rest a hand on his shoulder to steady him from slipped forward as Hoseok slipped his hands beneath the bunnies shirt. The dancers fingers glided over his skin like a sculptor, fluidly glazing his skin with the cold lotion. His nose quivered and his chest heaved. Immediately he was crumbling into a sniffling mess, Taehyung had even taken a moment to stop his tempting – although that may have been a new type of torture, letting Jungkook’s breath build. Somewhat desperate, Jungkook reached up to paw at the bridge of his nose only to have Hoseok grab a hold of his wrist, pulling it to join his own trailing the hybrids clenched stomach.

“Poor Kookie.” Taehyung brushed his hand through the youngers hair, tugging it lightly before petting down the length of Jungkook’s ear. “Why can’t you sneeze… hmm?”

“T-hih- teassahh ..snf snf..ah huh hh...”

Almost pitying, Taehyung settled his hand on Jungkook’s cheek, and the hybrids nostrils flared. A single finger ran down the bridge of Jungkook’s nose and his chest burst with an aching heat.

Huh iih eh ehh ehH’HESHI’uh! HEH’ITDZshhh! …Huh.. hh..nmmnmm snf. SNf. … eh ehh’hh ..h he heH…. heh’NGGXTshhheww! H’NGCHh’shuh… snnf

Jungkook panted and sniffled thickly, refusing to open his eyes to see the mess he’d probably made on Taehyung’s arm that had yet to move. One of Hoseok’s hand found its way up Jungkook’s spine, steadily sending chills through his body until the dancer slipped out and massaged at Jungkook’s ears. The bunny snapped forward into another bout of desperate breathy sneezes as his fur became slicked back and oiled as well.

“There you go..” Taehyung murmured lowly as he brought a tissue to the hybrids nose, catching the wet expulsions with a gently grasp – giving soft, prodding massages whenever the younger stuttered off shakily.

Between Taehyung’s pestering and Hoseok’s support and wayward gestures, Jungkook was pretty fucking blissed.

“You good?” Taehyung asked, pulling the younger into his embrace once Hoseok had excused himself to the bathroom.

“Mmmm. Stuffy… but good.” Jungkook ran his wrist under his nose, only to prompt a congested sneeze into his lap twice more.

Even after the lengthy shower that they’d had, Jungkook still couldn’t breathe out of his nose but it wasn’t exactly surprising. Taehyung had continued his teasing for almost an hour before deciding he’d done a decent job of satisfying what Jungkook needed. It had been great, Jungkook couldn’t remember the last time Taehyung had played this way, the last couple times that he’d asked for help had been simple and somewhat time restrained. And having both his boyfriends at his disposal had been the topping of it all.

He closed his eyes and lent his head back onto Tae’s chest while the elder started to hum a soft tune that had a gradually serenity flooding into Jungkook’s body, almost encouraging the bunny to slip into sleep. He had been teetering on the edge of darkness when he heard the sound of Hoseok’s light footsteps re-enter the room.

“Oh… is he asleep?”

“No,” Taehyung answered just as softly as Hobi had asked. “Not yet anyway..”

“Okay… Okay, I have to do something.” Hoseok said, oddly serious.

Jungkook forced his eyes open again to see the usually spriteful dancer shuffling awkwardly in the dim candlelight, his thick jacket grasped tightly in his hands. Jungkook tried to swallow his yawn, failing to a second one, before clearing his throat with a light cough.

“You’re … leaving?” Jungkook frowned, his ears drooping low at the mere thought of not having both of his boyfriends near him.

“No!” Hoseok moved to his knees directly in front of the pair. His jacket falling to the ground with a thud. “I need to do something with you two.. or say something rather… and I hope you.. I don’t know.. like it? I guess?”

“Okay then..” Taehyung set his chin lazily on top of Jungkook’s head, giving Hobi a small reassuring smile. “I’m pretty sure we agreed no gifts, but if you need too…”

“I do.” Hoseok licked his lips, taking a shaky breath. For a moment the only sound in the room was Jungkook’s soft sniffles that he tried to muffle into his sleeve. Another breath, deeper and steadier this time. “I love you… both of you, so much I can’t even comprehend it. How did I end up at this point? The closeted human kid ending up in a relationship as comfortable and loving as this with not one, but two heart throbbingly precious men whose souls are probably the most kind and fearless and open that I will ever meet… I got so lucky.. I can’t imagine not seeing you every day, or not waking up to a full bed, or not watching you two bicker over food, or kissing you after a long day, or hearing your completely bizarre daily adventures – especially you Tae, I want to know every time you accidentally set something on fire or make potions combust in their jars –“

“it was two times!”

“My point being,” Hoseok laughed. “That I want to be in your lives for the rest of mine. I know I probably could have planned this better, but I suppose everything about us was a bit spontaneous…” he reached into the inner pockets of his jacket and retrieved two velvet boxes in each fist. “I know you both would do this differently, given the obvious differences, but I felt like this was the right time for me… we don’t need to like do anything straight away or anything I just-“

Jungkook reached out to touch Hoseok’s leg, halting the mans speech. “You’re rambling Sunshine.”

Hoseok bit at his bottom lip as he saw the faint confusion tinted in the bunnies furrowed brows and pursed lips, yet Taehyung was beaming with glistening eyes, his gaze never leaving Hoseok’s face.

“I- uh… here.” He handed the emerald box to Taehyung, who seemed to be trying not to shed any surprised tears, then pushed the crimson box into Jungkook’s palm. The hybrid’s confused expression rapidly turning into one of awe. “It’s not a unique sigil, or a mating mark, but this is the only way I can make a physical bond. I’ve thought about this for so long and I just…..I… yeah.. ..m-marry me?”

“Ma-Marry?” Jungkook blinked widely, while Taehyung squeezed the hybrid tightly with a huge boxy grin.

“As if we’d ever say no to you?” Taehyung giggled, the candlelight doing a good job at hiding the flush that had crept to his cheeks.

“Marry?” Jungkook repeated, almost hollowly.

Hoseok swallowed hard at the what could be about to happen. God, had this been a mistake? “You don’t need to say yes Bun, I just.. this is something I needed to ask. I just wanted us.. I just want to be bound to you more than just words. I want people to see that you’re mine, but it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

Taehyung peered down at the bunny questionably then opened his box. The ring was a thick simple band of white, laced with gold intricate designs of engraved roses and small rose quartz embedded in a circle throughout the centre. He didn’t stop the tears from falling then. Just nodded while biting down on his lip. Jungkook turned to see the ring, then looked down at his own box with his mouth agape.

“You.. You want to marry me?” Jungkook spoke softly. “I just spent the last hour and a half sneezing myself into the next plain of reality, and you choose now to ask this?” The hybrid gave a choked laugh, opening his box to see a black ring that was identical to Tae’s in design. Simple and yet so beautiful. “Oh my god Jung Hoseok. You have the worst timing. I love you so much.”

Hoseok sucked in a tight breath and shifted to sit beside the pair. “Is that a yes?”

Jungkook started laughing again, sniffling back his tears. “Are you going to put these on us?”

Hobi grinned so widely it hurt. His blood danced and his heart screamed as both of his boyfriends leant into him, letting him slide their rings on.

“Ohhh this is going to start a riot at work.” Taehyung teased happily. The giddiness in his voice only increasing as time passed.

“Good those girls can finally leave you alone.” Hobi kissed Tae’s shoulder as he intertwined his fingers with Jungkook’s. the ring pleasantly cool against his skin.

“To think I wasn’t looking forward to this day.” Jungkook mumbled, leaning back into both of his boyfriends arms.. “Best Disaster Day of my life

#sneeze #sneeze kink?#bts sickfic #bts fanfic #witch taehyung #human hoseok #bunny hybrid jungkook #allergies #valentines #poly #established relationship #requested #I tried #alternate universe #magic exists #proposal?#its meant to be cute #anyway enjoy

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Armed to the Fangs ch.12

SUMMARY: you grew up in the hunter’s guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. while making the rounds one night, you encounter taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

PAIRING: eventual ot7 x reader

WARNINGS: some description of violence, angst, pining, some shit goes down

RATING: T - slightly M-ish?

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

A/N: I have a new beta, @hesperantha , as Kura is no longer writing for BTS and has left her blog. :)

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If you’d thought that Hoseok’s attitude would change towards you after you’d saved his life, you were sadly mistaken. He immediately retreated back into his own room, only leaving to seek you out when he needed to feed. In some ways, you felt like a walking Capri-sun.

You didn’t let it bother you too much – after all, the others were more than willing to entertain you. Yoongi was teaching you piano, Jin was teaching you how to cook, and so on. You’d taken Namjoon’s advice to start exploring new things while you were still living with them, and he was right – all of them were so knowledgeable in the areas they were interested in that it was like talking to encyclopedias. It made sense, of course, since they’d all been around for so long that they’d been able to experience the evolution of their various fields firsthand.

It was only now that you had all the time in the world to learn about different things that you realized how empty your life had been in the Guild. It had been all you knew for the past twenty-odd years of your life. Life had been little more than learning the Code, physical training and all the emergency skills you would need. You’d held a gun before you held a pen for the first time.

With so much time now, you wondered what your life would have been like if you hadn’t been orphaned and taken in by the Guild. Maybe you would have become a writer, or a doctor.

Then again, everything came back to the fact that everyone lived in fear because of the vampires that roamed the night. Hardly anyone could be found on the streets at night, and even during the day, no one dared walk too close to the dark alleys where the vampires hid out. In a different life, one where you hadn’t had the benefit of extensive hand-to-hand combat training and a gun, you might not even have lived to adulthood.

With a sigh, you wrapped the throw around yourself more tightly as you frowned down at the book you were holding. Namjoon had recommended this, but somehow you weren’t in any mood to read, caught up in your maudlin thoughts.

The knock on the door provided a welcome distraction, and you shut the book as you called out, “It’s open.”

Hoseok stepped into your room, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Oh, you’re hungry again, aren’t you?” you said, thinking back to the last time he’d sought you out.

He nodded, and padded silently over to you. All of the vampires walked without making any sort of noise, and it had creeped you out a little at first, but you were getting used to it now.

The smell of blood, on the other hand, still made you nauseated. You usually held your breath for as long as possible while Hoseok was feeding, and he was considerate enough to close the wounds immediately after he was done. Still, this might never become your favourite activity.

That wasn’t an absolute no, though, because you had to admit to yourself as Hoseok came to sit next to you on the couch that the feeding was an almost erotic activity. The way he had to draw close, put his mouth on your neck… the line between prey and partner tended to blur in that instant.

It was ridiculous, you knew, and certainly a consequence of being touch-starved here at the manor. Back at the Guild, physical intimacy was just a way to scratch an itch, and hookups among the hunters were common. After all, none of you really expected to be able to get married, have kids, or any of that stuff – death in combat was the norm. Why not enjoy the time you had on this earth?

You swallowed as Hoseok sat down next to you, perched sideways on the couch. Putting your book aside, you turned to face him, trying your best to regulate your breathing and heart rate. It was all easier if you remained calm, you’d found out quickly.

Still, you couldn’t help but grit your teeth as your eyes followed his hand, reaching out to touch your neck. His skin was warm against yours, and he ran his thumb along the side of your throat, gently tracing his favoured spot.

As he leaned in, you tipped your head back to give him more room, your eyes focusing on the ceiling as your hands clenched into fists in your lap. This was normal for your feeding sessions, and initially it had been to stop yourself from pushing him away, but now you did it to hold yourself still so you didn’t do something asinine like pull him closer, which was guaranteed to make things awkward. After all, even though he was the only one bonded to you in this way, Hoseok was still by far the most aloof of the vampires.

He got close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck, and you sank your teeth into your lower lip to prevent any moaning, although you couldn’t quite stop the shaky breath you let out.

“I’m going to bite you now,” Hoseok murmured in a low voice, conscientiously warning you in the instant before it happened.

The subsequent feedings had been nothing like the first time, when he’d been almost savage in his hunger. He was gentle almost to a fault as he cradled the back of your neck to keep you from moving, carefully puncturing your skin with his teeth – and okay, this part did hurt a little, but no more than the blood donations you’d made every couple of weeks to the Guild infirmary – and then drinking. With how soft his lips were on your neck, you could almost forget what he was actually doing. You sank back into the couch cushions as he drank, feeling a little weak and dizzy… not that you hated it, the lightheadedness making you feel like you were floating, and it was only Hoseok, his body braced over yours, that was keeping you grounded.

When he was done and slid his tongue up your neck, over the puncture wounds, you couldn’t hold back the soft whimper, or the way your hands automatically flew to him, settling over his sides as your fingers curled into the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. It was like in that instant, instinct overruled all reason.

A second later, you realized what you’d done, and your cheeks burned as you yanked your hands away from him. He sat up and away from you, determinedly avoiding eye contact with you.

“Right, uh, I guess that’s that, then,” you said with forced cheer, trying to break the awkward silence that fell over the room.

“Yes, thank you,” Hoseok responded, standing up stiffly, his arms locked by his sides. He bowed perfunctorily then made his escape as quickly as possible.

Finally alone now, you let out a gusty sigh and tilted your head back to rest against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling without really taking anything in.

How horrifyingly humiliating, you thought, shutting your eyes tightly and cringing. How could you have exhibited such a stunning lack of control?

Still, even though you didn’t want to admit it, you felt the ghost of his touch even till now. His body under your hands had been warm and solid; his gentle touch on your neck made your skin tingle.

There was definitely something there that shouldn’t be present.

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It was like something clicked in your head that day, and for the first time, you realized that you were living with seven incredibly attractive men. It was terribly distracting too, especially since you were now spending more time in close proximity with them. Piano lessons with Yoongi, cooking with Jin, working out with Jungkook (it shouldn’t have surprised you that they had a full gym in the manor, but you’d been wowed by how comprehensive the equipment was anyway) – all these activities filled your nights with so much learning and joy that you’d never experienced at the Guild.

As the summer months stretched on, you took to sunbathing in the gardens sometimes during the day, after realizing that you were starting to get unhealthily pasty and were surely well on your way to a serious vitamin D deficiency. You were settling quite nicely into your life of leisure, you thought. Behind the manor gates, it was easy to pretend that none of the horrors happening right outside your little oasis were actually real. Instead, you occupied yourself with zoning out while watching Yoongi’s fingers dance across the keys of his grand piano, imagining all the nasty things his dexterous fingers could be doing to you instead, or watching Jungkook do deadlifts while shirtless.

One of your favourite things to do, however, was watch Jin cook in the kitchen. Not only did he make the tastiest food you’d ever tasted – not that you had much of a frame of reference – but watching him move around the kitchen, the muscles underneath his shirt rippling as he chopped vegetables or flipped the food in the pan, was strangely both soothing and arousing. It felt like domesticity, like home, like something you’d never even thought was within the realm of possibility for you when your life had been about killing as many vampires as possible before one got you too.

Would it really be okay, you wondered, leaning against the island in the kitchen as you watched Jin make something called mala stir fry, if you just embraced what was in front of you now? Put down the burden of protecting the people of Seoul from the vampires and just… what? Engaged in an orgy with all seven of them? Get passed around between them, one for every day of the week?

“I can hear your brain back there,” Jin said as he poured the mixture of spices into the wok. The smell of the Szechuan peppers immediately wafted up, and you sneezed a few times before sniffling.

“Can’t hear anything over the sound of me sneezing,” you bit back, and he laughed, impervious to the spice that was currently making your nose itch and your eyes water.

“Come try it,” he invited, scooping a piece of mushroom out of the wok and holding it out for you. You came to stand next to him, your hip leaning against the counter, and he held the spatula in front of your face.

“This is good,” you mumbled around the morsel of food, feeling your tongue and lips tingle and turn numb from the spice. You swallowed, then piped up again. “You know this is way too much food for one person though, right?” you asked, looking down at the food in the wok.

Jin followed your gaze back down then sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I keep forgetting,” he complained. “It’s so hard to cook for just one person.”

You laughed. “You’ve always been a vampire, haven’t you? How many people were you cooking for before?”

“Oh, tons,” he said, running his spatula through the wok. “Back in the day I had a restaurant, and people would line up ‘round the block to taste my food. It was the best,” he sighed wistfully.

“How come you stopped?” you asked, peering up at him as you held the tip of the spoon to your mouth, trying to get the last of the sauce. It really was addictive.

Immediately, Jin’s body language changed. His expression grew shuttered and his shoulders seemed to draw up closer to his ears, as if he was stressed. “A lot of things changed,” he muttered evasively.

Curious, you wanted to ask more questions, but he turned off the flame and started plating the stir fry. “Can you get the rice?” he asked, still facing the counter and not looking at you.

“All right.” You opened the rice cooker and scooped out the rice into a bowl, but you couldn’t forget about his mysterious words and the way his entire demeanor had changed. A vampire having a restaurant? That thought sounded too ludicrous to even imagine, but why would Jin lie to you?

Come to think of it, sometimes the boys would absently refer to a time “before” and drop references to a world that had been so different. Travelling, owning businesses, socializing with humans… what had changed? What was going on?

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You were still mulling over it a week later. Before, you’d have picked up your phone and texted Jennie about it, asking what she thought about the whole situation, but now you sensed that was no longer an option. Instead, you turned the problem over and over in your mind, trying to examine it from all angles.

It was hard, though. You didn’t have much practice solving puzzles beyond the most efficient way to dispatch an attacking vampire.

Still, your focus on Jin’s mysterious words from that night meant that you weren’t focusing on other things, like the fact that you’d had an apparently uncontrollable craving for chocolate ice cream two nights ago, or the slight tenderness of your chest.

Could anyone blame you? You’d been on birth control that suppressed your period for the past few years, to minimize the disruption to your training and hunting schedule. Nothing put a mark on your back like blood leaking out of your vagina in the middle of the street while you were trying to be stealthy, after all.

You were going to regret missing all the signs soon, though.

As you felt safer in the manor, you’d started arming yourself less when you left the room. First the knives in your boots went, then the rifle on your back, and the various guns you’d kept in your coat and strapped to your thighs, one by one. Now you only kept a small revolver on you, more out of habit than anything else. Old habits died hard, after all, and you hadn’t been without a weapon since you were a child.

Dinner – or maybe breakfast? – with all of the boys (sans Hoseok, who usually ate… separately) was an almost nightly affair, and you’d come to enjoy the experience. Maybe it was something that the families from the books you’d read shared, you always thought, and the thought of doing something so normal made the lost little girl inside you happy.

This evening, you were dressed in your usual ensemble of a black T-shirt and black skinny jeans, and as you strapped your hip holster on, you thought absently that maybe you should get some new clothes. Now that everything in your closet didn’t have to be so functional, you could get some cute, pretty outfits, maybe something colourful…

With a small smile at your reflection, you turned and walked out of your room.

The boys were already gathered in the dining room when you got there, and you smiled at them as you walked over to your seat. You’d been smiling more recently, Jimin noted, the tension in your shoulders loosening gradually as you became more comfortable around them.

As elated as he was by the thought, he wondered darkly how quickly you would run if you found out that every single one of them could hear your heart beating in your chest, the quiet sound of the blood rushing through your veins, coming so tantalizingly close to the surface of your skin in your neck, your wrists…

Still, he managed to keep the hunger from darkening his gaze as it followed you to your seat. He wasn’t the worst off of his brothers, and he looked over, concerned, at Jungkook. The youngest was the one having the most trouble, and everyone was concerned about him, but he seemed to be holding it together fine for now.

“Hi everyone,” you chirped as you pulled your chair out. Right before you sat down, though, a little glob of blood slid out of you, soaking into your panties. You didn’t notice at first, but the others sure did.

Jungkook, the worst off, immediately turned his head towards you, his nostrils flaring as he stared you down like a predator. Startled by the sudden movement, you looked over at him, your hands still braced on the table as you prepared to sit. “Jungkook-ssi, what’s wrong?” you asked, your brow furrowing in concern. He didn’t look so good, with his clenched jaw and wide eyes.

“Fuck,” he snarled as he launched himself across the table at you. Startled yells sounded from around the table as the others realized what was happening, but none of them were close enough to stop him immediately.

In a flash, you’d scrambled away, knocking the chair over in the process. “Jungkook, stop!” you screamed, abruptly terrified. He always seemed so harmless and lovable despite his hulking size, with his big doe-like eyes and wide grins, but now you saw the apex predator that he was.

He didn’t even blink in response, and your gun was in your hand in the next second. When the appearance of your weapon didn’t even slow him down, you fired a warning shot into his shoulder, unable to bring yourself to go for a fatal shot immediately.

He paused slightly, a pained snarl crossing his face as his opposite hand came up to cradle his injured shoulder. Then he readjusted, his gaze focusing on you once again with laser-sharp intent.

“Stop,” you said, your trembling hand moving the gun up. The next shot would hit him between his eyes. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as the years of training that you’d thought were becoming obsolete in your new life roared back. The instinct to squeeze your fingers and end it warred with your memories of Jungkook, acting like a cute, innocent boy, so human, so like someone you had to protect. He was almost on top of you when you finally pulled the trigger, closing your eyes tight.

There was a loud thud, and then a moment of silence. You opened your eyes, lowering your arm to your side, your revolver dangling loosely from your lax grip. You expected to see Jungkook – or what was left of him, anyway – lying on the floor in front of you, his head exploded and a huge mess on the carpet.

Instead, you saw him on the ground, struggling against his brothers who were holding him down, still snarling and snapping at you.

“Y/n-ie, are you okay?” Taehyung, who was still standing next to you, reached out to touch your shoulder, but you flinched away from him, looking pale.

“Oh, God,” you breathed shakily, dropping the gun on the floor. It hit the carpet with a soft thud. “Holy fuck.”

Jin stood up, releasing Jungkook’s torso, and disentangled himself from his brothers, getting to his feet in front of you. He was the one who’d tackled Jungkook, you noted numbly. You could tell from his earlier position. “Y/n, you look pale,” he said, ducking down slightly to look more carefully at you.

You took a step back, putting some distance between the two of you. Then, without a word, you fled the dining room, sprinting back to your room and slamming the door shut behind you.

It was only when the door was shut, bolted, and barricaded with a chair that you felt safe, sinking onto the floor. Injeolmi meowed at you as he padded over, and you patted him absently.

You’d made the mistake of letting your guard down around them, and it had almost cost you your life.

#bts fic #vampire bts #bts scenarios #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #bts x you

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kaedeharakaori · 4 years

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Genshin Impact as K-idols

part one.

your fave genshin impact characters as kpop idols (that i know,, atleast)

alright so lets start with the men in genshin since i dont really listen to or stan girl groups. so i can imagine some are from bts and txt.

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Zhongli as Kim Namjoon from BTS; why? because i can see qualities in Namjoon that are quite similar to the Lord of Geo. They're both wise in their own ways, smart and can easily adapt to certain situations that need solving. Although i can see Xingqiu being a close candidate to being Namjoon because of the fact that they love to read.

Kaeya as Min Yoongi from BTS; because of the fact that both are really sly and cunning as well as sassy when in the right moment. Although Kaeya can be more talkative at times, i can see that he's somewhat similar to Yoongi in a way. Both love alcohol dont @ me on that.

Childe as Jeon Jungkook from BTS; because both are buff as fuck and wont hesitate to fight someone, also very smart and wholesome, can be evil at times but please, they're both cinnamon rolls. Another contender for Jungkook is Xiao because,,, ✨edgy✨

Venti as Park Jimin from BTS; do i even need to explain? I feel like both would get along because of drinks *ehem* alcohol *ehem*. Venti and Jimin are bright and fuffy but can have the duality of a sex god dont quote me on that one. Both are also great singers and highly talented in music. I feel like Venti would make a great dancer👁️👁️

Albedo as Kim Taehyung from BTS; i can see some similarities but correct me if im wrong! Both look stone cold on the outside but on the inside they just want a shit ton of cuddles and kithes. Both feel like they dont belong but trust me you're more than wanted my babies. Albedo and Taehyung are really smart in their own ways and can adapt to certain situations as Zhongli and Namjoon, and with Kaeya and Yoongi.

Diluc as Kim Seokjin from BTS; minty, Diluc and Jin are not the same they dont have similar qualitie- STFU okay? stfu for a moment. I put Diluc as Seokjin because yeah, they aint similar but inteas they're the opposites of each other. In my defense, i see Diluc as Jin purely because both are built like gods and hella rich but also have the need to protect their loved ones like Diluc defends Mondstadt because its his home, and Jin protecting his younger members from harmful things like Namjoon protecting his members from the harsh words of haters.

Aether as Jung Hoseok from BTS; MULTI-TALENTED KINGS, Aether literally has a heart of gold like our dear Hobi. Aether's lowkey probably a good dancer like Hobi and they have the fuckin drip. Both are also scary as fuck at certain times. That is all.

Bennett as Choi Beomgyu from TXT; opposites; while Bennett is unlucky, Beomgyu is kinda lucky in a way (im reffering to the gameshow where TXT and Enhypen were together). Like the pair are really cute and wholesome too.

Chongyun as Kang Taehyun from TXT; both do some sort of magic,, that is all that i can say. Chongyun does exorcism while Taehyun does a more simple form of magic like card tricks but dont be fooled by his handsome face~

Xingqiu as Huening Kai or Choi Soobin from TXT; im not saying this purely because Hyukai is my bias and i have a certain favouritism towards Xingqiu but,,, Both love books in a way, and also VERY RESPECTFUL like really R E S P E C T F U L.

Xiao as Choi Yeonjun from TXT; multiple single words,,, edgy, talented, and respectfully hot. i can somehow see Yeonjunnie as Razor too because,,, WOOF WOOF BARK BARK GRR.

part 2 will be for the women of genshin impact😩👌

#kpop #bts #genshin impact #genshin impact memes #txt #genshin impact imagines #genshin venti #genshin impact x reader #mintyyoo #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact albedo #genshin bennett #genshin impact childe

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bts-hyperfixation · 4 years

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Taehyung, 2, 21, 27. Preferably a Smut with some angst and surprise me with the scenario. Could it be a mafia au?

Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year – 18+

Taehyung Mafia AU

Warnings: Anal play, definitely some unclean sex practices, unsafe sex, mentions of death threats

I am so sorry about how late this is!

“Look baby, I already said I’m sorry I’m not going to be home for Christmas.” Tae sighed rubbing his temples as you refused to turn back to face him. You’d been fighting over this for a while now.

“It’s not that you won’t be home for Christmas Tae. It’s that you won’t be back for your Birthday or New Years either and I’m sick of it!” you finally deign to look at him. It’s clear he is close to snapping at you, but you are tired of the shit. You knew it was going to be hard to be with him, especially after you found out what he really did for a living, but you weren’t going to let this one go. This year alone he had missed: valentine’s day, your graduation, your birthday, his mother’s birthday, and Halloween, and you would be damned if he missed the next three holidays as well.

“You know damn well there is nothing I can do about this Y/N! You need to just drop it.” He huffs fixing you with his most intimidating stare. Unfortunately for him, you became immune to that look a long time ago. He was scary man to everyone else, but to you he would always be a teddy bear. It was long established he would never hurt you. You just stared right back. Your own evil glare far more threatening.

“I bet you could do something. You’ve never even tried! You are at his beck and call regardless of the day or time. I bet if we ever actually got round to setting a wedding date, he would call you away from the alter and you’d just fucking go.” Something akin to hurt flashes across his face but you don’t stop. “Namjoon cannot be your be-all and end-all Tae, one day you are going to have to be a big boy and make a decision for yourself.”

“What do you want me to do Jagi? Do you want me to let Namjoon shoot me for not being there? He will you know, shoot me dead, or worse you. Look I was a stupid kid when I entered into this, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m in. Namjoon calls I answer, or I die. That’s it no grey area.” His gaze softens when he sees the panic in your eyes, tears welling in the corners. The thought of Taehyung turning up dead because of you too much to handle. He reaches out his arms for you and you slot yourself in. You take a minute to inhale him, burying you nose into his jacket.

“I just miss you Tae.” Your voice muffled by his suit. He holds you tighter to him and kisses your head. He moves one hand to smooth down your hair.

“I know Y/N-ah I miss you too, but we have tonight so let’s make the most of it.”

A short while later you are wrapped up on the sofa. Taehyungs arm is wrapped lazily around your shoulder as you lean into him, trying to forget that he won’t be there in the morning. The hours tick by and episodes of the show on the tv keep ending. The two of you are fast asleep in one another’s arms. By the time you wake up the world is way too bright. You squint your eyes to look out the floor-length patio window.

“Tae… Taehyung wake up!” you tap at his arm panicked as he grumbles for you to leave him be ‘just a little longer’ “Kim Taehyung wake your ass up. I think we are snowed in…” his eyes snap open at that. Fear registering on his face when he sees the two feet of snow that was still growing. He glances at his phone.

*3 missed calls Namjoon*

NJ: Where are you?

NJ: You’re late

NJ: Don’t make me take away your little toy to regain your attention.

NJ: Kim Taehyung if you do not respond to me, I will be forced to take matters into my own hands. DON’T make me.

He hides the screen from you a little too late. Bile rises in your throat, but he sends you a reassuring look as he rings back Bangtan’s leader.

“This better be good.” You hear through the receiver.

“Hyung, I’m sorry I’m not there. It appears I’m snowed in. I’ve spent the last few hours trying to figure a way out. The windows are too protected and the doors all open outward. It appears we did too good a job fortressing my home from others that even I can’t get around it.” You hear a low grumble come from side of the phone as Taehyung’s boss considers the excuse.

“I can’t spare anyone to bail you out… as soon as your free make your way here… I’ll be checking in.” with that the line goes dead. You both let out a breath in relief and settle back into the warmth of one another.

“Looks like I’ll be home for Christmas after all.” Taehyung says trying to break the silence.

“Guess I’ll have to think of a present to give you now…” you joke, untangling yourself from him and the blanket. You sway your hips a little too much as you move away.

“I think you might be my present.” He licks his lips as he stares at your bum.

“I don’t know? Shouldn’t you be looking for a way back to your Joonie?” you tease bending over more than necessary to pick something up off of the floor.

“Looking at the snow, I just don’t think there is anyway for me to possibly escape until after my birthday… New Years even?” he makes a big show out of being disappointed, but he can’t stop the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“No, no, you should at least try.” You turn back to face him, batting your eyelashes in the most overexaggerated way you could. Your arms pull in a little to accentuate your cleavage.

“Keep doing that and your gonna end on the naughty list.” He growls, abandoning his ruse mush quicker than you.

“I don’t know what you mean baby. You really really should try to get back to Namjoon, I imagine Bangtan’s entire operation is going to shit with out you.” You casually check your nails, attempting to look bored.

“I just got handed a get out of jail free card. I’m going to use it.” He fireman lifts you off the floor and spanks your arse. You squeal and wriggle but its no use. He throws you on to the bed, barely giving you a moment to recover before he is discarding his shirt and straddling you. His mouth latches on to your throat leaving blooms of purple all over the exposed skin. He is ruthless in his marking, needing the world to know that you are his, even if that world will only be you and him until the snow melts.

You whine as he nibbles at the most sensitive area of skin right below your ear. You can feel his satisfied smirk against your skin.

“Still want me to try to get back to work?” he teases. You just wrap your hands in his hair and pull his mouth to yours. Tugging at his curls, you don’t let him go until you can’t breathe anymore. You weren’t exaggerating when you said you missed him. it’d been a long time since the two of you had been intimate. He hovers above you for a moment. His signature boxy grin plastered on his face. He takes all of you in. Hair splayed underneath you, blush colouring your cheeks, lips plump from the kiss. Perfect. Perfect and his.

“What?” you can’t read what he is thinking. Having gone from full on to heart-eyes in a matter of seconds has you extremely confused.

“Let’s set a date. I’ll tell Namjoon to go fuck himself, just pick a day and I’m all yours.” He nuzzles back into you waiting for an answer.

“May, just as the weather gets better.”

“Deal.” His lips return to yours, this time it’s much softer. All his love for you going into this one kiss. “Now let me ruin you.” He pulls at the hem of your t-shirt, dissatisfied when it doesn’t immediately come off. He rips it away instead. You pout a little at the loss of a good shirt, but he draws your attention back quickly. Hot opened mouth kisses trail up your stomach from your navel to your bare chest. His tongue circled one of your nipples, flicking the sensitive bud until its standing at attention. He tweaks it between his fingers making you grimace at the pleasurable pain.

“Please Tae…” you moan

“Please what jagi? How am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t tell me.” His feigned innocence dripping in his tone.

“Please Tae I need you.”

“Need me where?” he is practically laughing at how desperate you sound.

“I need you to shove your tongue so far inside of me I see stars.” Not a man to need to be told twice he dives straight between your legs. He makes quick work of your pants and underwear. You bend your legs and angle your hips towards him. You can feel the vibrations of his laugh flutter against you as he brings his lips to your core licking up your arousal before setting to work. He wraps and arm over your hips to stop you from writhing underneath his touch. So sensitive from not having his touch in so long. You cant help the jolt as his tongue slips from between your folds to between your cheeks, playing with the tight ring of muscles there.

“Tae” you try to make it sound like a warning, but it comes out more of a whine.

“You said you needed my tongue inside of you. You didn’t say where inside of you. You need to be more specific with your wording baby.” He doesn’t give you chance to respond before pushing into your hole. You keen at the sensation. The arm that was holding onto your waist makes its way to your clit, rubbing lazy circles in the opposite direction. He keeps the pressure just like that for a little while, lulling you into a false sense of security. You settle down and enjoy the lazy pleasure. You should’ve known better. Once your guard is down, two of the fingers from his free hand thrust inside of you. He curls his fingers, immediately finding the most vulnerable part of you. He takes his tongue away from you so he can watch as your face crumples in pleasure.

The orgasm that had been slowly building in the pit of your stomach is suddenly about to be ripped out of you. Your back arches as another finger stretches you out, inching you over the edge. His tongue returns between your cheeks as you ride out your high, pushing yourself down on the fingers he has left inside of you.

“God, I hope this snow never melts.” You pant

“Me too,” he tries to move back up and kiss you, but you push his face away.

“Oh hell no, you need to go brush your teeth before we go for round two. Next time warn a girl before you do that.” You laugh as he grumbles climbing off of you with an evident tent in his slacks. He shuffles fake dejected into the bathroom.

Masterlist

Christmas stories 🎄

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taeyohonic · 4 years

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vibe check (taehyung scenario)

prompt: “my two worst fears is not passing tae vibe check and namjoon fake laughing. Like I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if that happened” (twt @zaezaehume)

pairing: taehyung x reader (if you squint)

rating: T (nothing explicit, no bad language)

words: 1000

note: lower case letters intended

“you have got to be kidding me”, you hear taehyung mutter behind his leader as all of bangtan looks at you with tired eyes. namjoon musters a smile – with great effort.

“good question”, it is not; you know that, “right now we are just very much focused on our own music.”

“so, no collab”, the bleached rapper adds from the second row and you flinch under yoongi’s hard stare.

this is not what you’d call a very professional interview. or maybe your standards are just too high after watching their promotion in south korea. even with the secondhand attention they get from the biased media in their home country, they still got more exciting questions than you asking about collaborations.

but your editor is leaning against the doorframe, her judging eyes glued to your back. there is no way you can go off script and not lose your job. you can only imagine the disappointed look your bts posters will send you at the end of the day. with shame under your skin you move on to the next question. oh no.

“did you try any of the local foods? we are known for our special deep-dish pizza”, you ask with a tensed voice. of course, they haven’t. you saw their vlive yesterday after landing here. they had a full blown korean bbc – no pizza in sight.

“oh, we’ve got to try, hyungs!”

bless this child, you think as you watch the maknae gather up some amount of enthusiasm. the other members nod in forced agreement. you think you hear taehyung hiss a sarcastic “sure, why not” from the second row.

this is going great. why not end with a banger?

“are you… uhm…”, you turn around to smile helplessly at your boss. please, don’t make me ask them about potential love interests. please. but the cold woman just raises one eyebrow. guess your army membership is going down the weverse drain.

“are… any of you… uhm… looking for love?”, you stutter and look away from the seven idols you adore so much.

jimin makes a face like he has swallowed something bitter. and after a beat of silence, namjoon answers… in korean. he is officially done talking to you. there is a cold sweat on your skin as disappointment washes over you.

the translator next to your boyband answers after the leader finishes with his curt comment.

“right now, they are focusing all their energy on music – no time for girlfriends… or partners in general.”

you nod at the foreigner in thanks and move your eyes to your watch. you’ve still got three minutes – and all your mandatory questions are asked, judged and answered.

there is still some fire in your fangirl soul and you straighten your back and look taehyung in the eyes.

“why did you go with the concept of a “black swan” rather than a white one? all your music is so… pure, hopeful and… giving. why go into such a dark and pained musical direction? what did you want to evoke in your fans’ hearts?”, you ask in their mother tongue.

your korean is rusty, the pronunciation way off, but the look of honest surprise on their faces is so worth the embarrassment. the older members are lost for words – clearly not expecting this question.

jungkook breaks out into a toothy smile while jimin straightens himself on the chair with his eyes trained on your boss. you can feel her fuming in the background, but you are still watching the deep voiced vocalist.

taehyung is looking at you with doubt in his iris, but nonetheless he answers you without a trace of sarcasm.

“music isn’t always pure… or airy… sometimes creating tracks, singing songs, performing art isn’t easy. sometimes it’s pain… and doubt… and hardship… and sometimes it’s uncertainty. still, you can do your thing and fly… even with black wings.”

you nod and begin to respond to his honest answer, but the beeper cuts off your unspoken words.

“that’s a wrap for twm. please gather your equipment and leave the facilities. thanks for the interest in bangtan’s new music. we hope you’ll support us well this comeback”, one of the management staff from bighit says – clearly reading off of a prepared script.

you nod as you break eye contact with your bias with a sad smile on your lips. you could have rocked this interview. you deserved to rock this interview. why is there still hierarchy and restrictions in the press corps?

you pack up your recorder and move to grab your backpack as hoseok stops you.

“you want a picture?”, he asks in korean and points to the old iphone peeking out of your bag.

your mood lifts in an instant and your smile stretches to an unhealthy length on your face.

“really? no “important business”?”, you joke and seokjin laughs from behind.

“it’s okay”, namjoon says and speaks to both you and his management at the same time. his staff watches the boys hesitantly. there are no pictures allowed; you know that. still you move swiftly to the seven idols and press your phone in the hands of one of their stylists.

the young woman nods and retreats a few steps, just as you feel strong fingers on your shoulder. without turning around, you smile widely at the camera lens and pray that this isn’t just a dream.

it’s over in seconds, the phone is passed to you, your team is escorted out of the room and there isn’t even a goodbye from the members. no, you only hear their greeting as the next reporter is ushered through the door.

“is this what you call professionalism?”, your boss hisses at you in the elevator, but your eyes are trained on the screen of your smartphone. six boys smile at the camera – you can even see namjoon’s dimples. only taehyung is not looking forward. his hand is on your shoulder and his smirk directed at your blushing face.

did you… did you just pass taehung’s vibe check?

__________ this stuck in my head like glue... i hope you enjoyed it! i’d love to hear from you guys! love, dana

#ficswithluv #btswriterscollective #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #bts x reader #bts drabble #bts scenarios #taehyung drabble #bts idol au

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iamyoursinblog · 4 years

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It’s just a game

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Kim Taehyung

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1,6 k

Warning: BL story

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They went to their room after drinking together in the Namjoon room. Well, or rather tried to go. They just staggered from wall to wall, knocking each other down. It's good that the managers had a day off and now they don't see how drunk they are, Jungkook thought to himself and chuckled. They entered the room and Taehyung went to the toilet while Jungkook fell powerless to the floor. It seemed like an eternity while Taehyung was in the toilet.

"Did you fall asleep there?" shouted Jungkook

Taehyung came out of the closet and fell down next to him. “I was close to that.” Taehyung laughed. Jungkook smelled mint toothpaste and turned his head towards Taehyung.

"Seriously, did you have the strength to brush your teeth?" he looked at Taehyung with hazy eyes, trying to focus on his face.

"Sure. I can't sleep if I don't clean it, "Taehyung muttered.

“Don't fall asleep. Let's have another drink. "Jungkook said as he stood up from the floor. He staggered over to his bag, taking out soju. Jungkook turned with a big smile with shook bottles n front of Taehyung's face." Tadam! "

"Crazy psycho" Taehyung waved his hands "I can't take it anymore, just the sight of it starts to feel sick. Drink yourself!" said Taehyung trying to crawl towards the bed, but quickly gave up when he could move even an inch.

“It's been a long time since we had such fun,” said Jungkook, sitting down beside him, opening a bottle and taking a sip.

“That's for sure, my abs hurts more than training in the gym,” Taehyung muttered laughing.

"But Namjoon rightfully got a king in the game of truth or dare today." Jungkook said laughing out loud

"Waaaa, that was something." Taehyung clapped his hands

"Who would have thought he had the guts to kiss Hoseok."

"I think everyone sobered up at that moment, especially Hoseok." Taehyung continued to laugh while rolling on the floor. "If our ARMY knew about this, they would faint with happiness, given the amount of fanfic they write about all of us."

"That's truth. Although I don't care, we are their favorite couple." Jungkook took a sip

"Is it because we are the sexiest in the group?" Taehyung asked as he leaned on his arm, trying to act sexually, but lost his balance and fell face down on the carpet, causing Jungkook to dying of laughing. “I’m even cared to imagine how many stories they have written about us.” Taehyung waved his hand as if he wanted to get the thought out of his head.

“Oh, you can't even imagine yourself. Trust me. I've read several "

"Have you read it?" asked Taehyung after looking at Jungkook

"What? I was bored." shrugged Jungkook

"And which of us is Top?" Taehyung sat down facing Jungkook. Instead of answering, Jungkook smiled broadly as he took another sip, “It can't be! I'm older!” Taehyung stomped on the floor in indignation, but Jungkook just shrugged. "In real life, you would be Bottom!" said Taehyung crossing his arms.

"I don't think so! I'm more manly!"

"Don't even think you could beat me!" said Taehyung, when he took off the shirt he threw it at Jungkook.

“Thanks hyung. I have always liked this T-shirt, I will consider it gift from my Bottom! ” said Jungkook and they both laughed.

"Shut up!" said Taehyung and lay down on his back again, closing his eyes. Jungkook continued to giggle, remembering that most of the stories started out like that. They are drunk in a hotel room. One of the stories even turned him on. Jungkook looked at laying Taehyung, who was only in training shorts, dim light playing with shadows over his muscles, adding to his sexuality. He shook his head, and what he thinks about, he swore to himself.

He dropped his head down and his eyes widened when he saw his erect cock protruding from his pants. It's all alcohol and talk. He remembered the kiss of Namjoon and Hoseok, and it seemed to turn him on more.Something different, that he would never have tried. He never had any interest in guys, they constantly washed together, and tomorrow everything will be the same. But now…

He quickly moved forward, sitting on top of Taehyung's hips. He put his hands on Taehyung's wrists to prevent him from shoving him away.

Taehyung looked at him while his alcohol-clouded mind trying to figure out what was going on "Jungkook, what are you doing? You're heavy." muttered Taehyung

“Showing you the game” Jungkook replied as he watched Taehyung's body beneath him. Jungkook closed his eyes for a second as his cock moved forward and rubbed against Taehyung's soft cock.

"Some strange game!" Taehyung responded by trying to move his arms, causing Jungkook to tighten his grip.

"It's just a game," Jungkook said, going down to Taehyung's face. He put his lips to Taehyung's soft lips, kissing them lightly, first one, then second. The third time, his lips uncurled while taking Taehyung's lower lip, which made the kiss more wet. He licked Taehyung's lips before thrusting his tongue into his mouth. He rubbed his cock against Taehyung as his tongue touched Taehyung's tongue. The taste of mint paste mingled with the taste of alcohol. He continued to leave gentle kisses every time he deepened them. He moaned, when Taehyung finally got a little lifted his head slightly in response to his kiss, tongue intertwining with his. He could feel Taehyung's cock growing harder each time he rubbed against it. He moved his hand into Taehyung's hair holding it in place. Their kiss turned into pure lust. He pulled away taking off his T-shirt he tossed it aside.

“Jungkook …” whatever Taehyung wanted to say, he couldn't finish when Jungkook lay down on top of him, dig into his lips again.

Moving one hand downward, Jungkook squeezed Taehyung's thigh forcing him to lie still while he continued to move his hips, shoving dicks at each other, giving pleasure.. He moved his hand into Taehyung's shorts to wrap his fingers around Taehyung's cock before running his hand along entire length. Taehyung groaned into his mouth and Jungkook's cock jerked at the sound. He quickly shifted to kneel between Taehyung's thighs. He ripped off Taehyung's shorts in one move, leaving him completely naked.

"Jungkook wait..." Taehyung tried to catch his breath from the kiss. Jungkook took Taehyung's cock in his hand and continued to jerk off, smearing the clear liquid that was running down the head of Taehyung's cock with arousal. Taehyung groaned arching his back and tried to sit up to remove Jungkook's hand from his cock. Jungkook pushed Taehyung into his stomach, forcing him to lie back down. He forced his hand into Taehyung's abs, making it impossible for him to move. Taehyung's fingers dug into Jungkook's forearm trying to pull it away. Jungkook pulled his pants down to mid-thigh. He took his cock in his hand and started slide his head over Taehyung's cock, making him jerk with pleasure. Pushed his hips forward pressing against Taehyung's cock. He continued to move his hips strongly enjoying the friction of the dicks between themself. He squeezed two cocks together with his fingers, continuing to jerk them. He fucking wanted to cum, pleasure fettered everything inside, forcing them to move faster. He grabbed their cocks with both hands and began to jolting fist fucked hard. Taehyung's hips also began to move, wanting to be released. Their cocks moved quickly fist fucked by Jungkook. Moans filled the room as Taehyung started to cum, covering his stomach with sperm. After a couple of thrusts, Jungkook also cum hard, continuing to move to prolong his pleasure. He closed his eyes, his mind clouded with alcohol and pleasure. He felt a hand push him away forcing him to sit on the floor. He opened his eyes, but Taehyung was no longer in front of him. Jungkook got up from the floor and looked around and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He tried to open the toilet door, but it was locked and the sound of water was heard inside. He went into the room after a shower, but Taehyung was already asleep. He looked at the nearly empty bottle of soju from which he took only a couple of sips and understood why Taehyung fell asleep so quickly. He collapsed onto the next bed and a second later the darkness engulfed him.

“Cut off my head,” he moaned into the pillows as the morning light woke him up. He turned his head towards Taehyung's bed who was trying to get out of the blanket.

"Why the heck did we drink so much yesterday?" muttered Taehyung as he sat down in the bed. "Uuuufff ... did we else drank in the room?" Taehyung asked, pointing to a nearly empty soju bottle that had remained on the floor next to the scattered items.

"Don't you remember?" Jungkook looked questioningly at Taehyung

“I don’t remember, my memories are cut off sometime after the 5th shot of soju which I washed down with wine in the Namjoon room.” He looked around the room and his confused look confirmed that his memories of what was in this room were missing. “What a mess. Apparently undressing when drunk is more difficult than I thought. Our belongings are scattered throughout the room. Whatever! " moaned Taehyung again burying himself in the blanket, hoping to get some more sleep.

Jungkook was surprised when he felt a huge relief because Taehyung doesn't remember anything about what he did with Taehyung yesterday. He covered his face with a pillow, hiding from the light. Yes, it was just a game ... he fell asleep again hoping that it would soon disappear and from his memory.

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