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Bells Will Be Ringing - Part Three (M)

Summary: Another year, another one of Namjoon's heats causing problems.

Pairing: Hybrid!Namjoon x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 11.9k

TW: swearing; dirty talk; oral (male and female giving and recieving); anal (male and female); fingering; double penetration; mmf; mfm; ; creampies

“Y/N-ah!”

Damnit. You sigh as you wrap the scarf around your neck; you wanted to get out of the house before another ‘hey can you-’, but as Namjoon comes tumbling down the stairs, you know there must be one more thing.

“Yes, Joonie?”

“Are you going to the mall?”

You nod, grabbing your purse from where it hangs on the wall. “I have a few last minute things I need to grab.”

“Can you pick up that sweater we looked at the other day for him?” Namjoon gestures up the stairs.

“Sure.”

“Oh, and can you stop at the jewelers?” He fishes a pick up ticket out of his pocket. “My ring should be ready.”

You take the ticket from him and put it in your purse. “Anything else?”

Namjoon thinks on this for a moment, oblivious to your sarcasm before shaking his head. “No, that should be everything.” He smiles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips before turning around and running back upstairs.

You huff as you walk outside, bracing against the cold as you walk to your car, quickly getting in and turning up the heat to defrost yourself. You grab your phone and open your list, adding the sweater and the jewelers to it before putting it back in your purse and driving to the mall.

You hate that it’s taken you until now, December 23rd, to get the last few things on your Christmas list, but this year has been unbelievably chaotic to say the least.

After Jimin’s new years proposal last year, wedding planning began and it was much harder for three people than for just two. There were engagement parties, celebration brunches, wedding showers, dinners, bachelor parties, your bachelorette party, dress shopping, tux fittings, hanbok try-ons, and everything else crammed into 11 short months as you all decided to get married at the end of November. You planned it to coincide with the end of Namjoon’s last heat so that there wouldn’t be anything to worry about on your honeymoon. Then you went on your honeymoon for three weeks in Bali, having just come back this past weekend, and now here you are, back in the snowy weather of Seoul, stuck shopping at the last minute. You should’ve just ordered things online.

As expected, the mall is packed. You make your way through the crowds, picking up the things on your list one by one until the only two things left are to go to the jewelers, and maybe pick up some Christmas night lingerie to surprise your husbands with.

You walk past the lingerie store and stop, noticing a cute bra that looks like a bow you can unwrap. You run your hand over the soft satin of the cloth, thinking about how it would look on you and if the boys would like it.

“That would look great on you.”

The voice comes from behind you, and you go to scold the stranger when you turn around and see a familiar face.

“Aish, Jin do you want to die?” You punch him lightly on the arm, making him laugh.

“What? I’m just being honest.”

You roll your eyes before turning back to the lingerie. “I don’t know… What do you wear with something like this?”

Jin thinks on this for a minute, his eyes searching the store before landing on a pair of ruffled panties and red thigh high stockings in the same shade of red. “How about that?”

You hate to admit he’s right, but they would look good together. You nod, grabbing the bra in your size and then walking over to grab the rest of the set, watching Jin’s shocked expression as he follows you around the store, suddenly shy. You walk up to the checkout counter and quickly pay, taking the bag the cashier hands you before thanking them and walking back out of the store.

“Wow, you actually listened to me?” Jin asks as you walk.

“It’s the first good idea you’ve ever had.” You snort. “And before you ask, no, you will never get to see me in them, even if you helped me pick them out.”

“Ah Y/N-ah, I would never. You’re a married woman now.”

“Like that has ever stopped you from being a creep.”

Jin only chuckles, offering to take some of the bags from your hands. “Lunch?”

You sigh, checking your watch. “I have one more stop to make and then sure.”

Jin follows behind you as you weave through the crowd, heading down to the jewelry store which is, of course, at the other end of the mall. When you arrive, you walk up to the counter and say hello.

“Hi, My husband has an order ready for pick up.”

“Name?”

“Kim Namjoon.” You take the pick up ticket out of your purse and hand it to the man who studies it carefully.

“One moment please.” The cashier disappears through the door behind him and you wait patiently.

“Is he really making you pick up your own christmas presents?” Jin jokes.

You shake your head. “No, it should be his new wedding ring.”

“What happened to the first one?”

“He… He lost it in Bali.” You admit.

“He didn’t even have it a month!” Jin snorts as the cashier comes back out with not one, but four boxes. He very carefully places them in a bag and then hands the bag to you.

“There you are, have a wonderful rest of your day.”

“T-thank you.” You take the bag and then leave the store. Four boxes? What else did Namjoon get? This time Jin takes the lead and you follow close behind him to the food court. You both decide on some nice hot tteokbokki, grabbing a serving each before finding a seat at one of the empty tables. You unload all your bags onto the chair and table next to you before flopping down in your seat, already exhausted.

“Tired?” Jin observes as he pops a rice cake in his mouth.

“Tired, cold, stressed…” You whine.

“What’s there to be stressed about? It’s the holidays.”

“That’s exactly what I’m stressed about.”

“Why?”

“Because.” You start, running your hands through your hair. “We left at the end of Joon’s last heat, so it’s been almost a month. I just don’t want a repeat of what happened last year.” You think back to Namjoon’s record nine day heat that lasted through the holidays and your legs ache at the thought.

“So?” Jin shrugs. “Jeongguk’s is due soon too, you don’t see me stressed about it.”

“It’s not the same. You don’t have to worry about Jeongguk, you guys weren't together last time I checked. You don’t have to help him… you know, multiple times a day.”

Jin pops a fish cake in his mouth. “So? I still help him out a lot.”

“You do?” This is new information. You thought Jin and Jeongguk were strictly roommates.

“Yeah.” Jin admits. “I mean, sure he brings people home a lot too, but when he feels like bottoming I don’t mind helping.” Jin smirks at the shocked expression on your face. “What’s that look for?”

“I just… I didn’t know you guys had benefits like that.”

Jin chuckles at your words. “You of all people know it’s easier to just stay home and deal with it.”

“Hm, I guess you’re right…” An image of Jin and Jeongguk suddenly flashes in your mind and you quickly shake it away, blushing. “I just hope it doesn’t last as long this time. If it does, I don’t think we’ll come to your party.”

“What? Why not?”

“Are you kidding?” You scoff, finishing the last bite of your food. “You want to put Namjoon and Jeongguk in the same room when they’re both in heat? That’ll go really well. It was bad enough when it was just one of them.”

“If I remember correctly, last year was your fault.”

“My fault?!”

“Kook told me what happened. That you had a certain someone between your legs. And it was your smell that set him off. You sent him into his heat two weeks early, you know.”

You huff, no you didn’t know that. “Well, maybe if Jeongguk knew how to knock it wouldn’t have mattered what we were doing!”

Jin rolls his eyes at you. “Lock the door next time.”

“Seokjin-”

He throws his arms up in defense. “I’m just saying, that’s what I was told.”

“Whatever.” You cross your arms and lean back in your chair.

“You know,” Jin begins. “That might not be a bad idea honestly.”

“What idea?” You eye him cautiously.

“What if we just locked them in a room together for their heats? I mean, I know they already want to.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him. “What do you mean they want to?”

“Oh come on Y/N, you can’t tell me you don’t see it. All the hushed whispering and secret conversations they have whenever they're together. Jeongguk has told me he would fuck all three of you if he had the chance.”

Your face flushes hot at Jin’s words. “T-that’s a terrible idea.”

“Is it?”

“Yes!” You feel like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him. “They’d tear the house apart. Or worse, each other.”

“You’re overthinking it. You should just let them have a little fun.”

“It’s not my choice.” You stand, gathering your things. “Namjoon is his own person, he has free will. If he wants to spend time with Jeongguk like that, it’s his decision. He knows that.”

Jin smirks, standing up with you and helping you get your bags. You’re silent as you walk back outside to your car, Jin following you once again, popping open the trunk so you can both put your many bags inside. You slam the trunk shut and move to say goodbye when Jin cups your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“I’ll let Jeongguk know that he has your permission.”

“He doesn’t- I mean- Ugh, Seokjin!” But it’s too late. He lets you go and waves goodbye as he disappears in the parking lot.

You climb into your car, starting the heat to try and warm away this strange feeling in your chest. You make your way back home, grabbing your bags before heading inside your house. Thankfully, both of your husbands seem to be otherwise occupied and you hurry up the stairs, hiding your bags in the back of your closet before grabbing the few Namjoon and Jimin asked you to pick up and slipping them into the corresponding closets as well before grabbing the bag from the jewelers and going to find Namjoon.

You find him in his studio, headphones on, gaze fixed on the computer as he works on something on the screen. You smile, admiring the way his jaw juts out as he focuses.

“Joon.” You tap him on the shoulder, not wanting to startle him. He turns and looks up, smiling when he sees you and taking his headphones off.

“Y/N-ah!” He pulls you down to sit on his thigh and kisses you sweetly. “What took you so long? I thought I might have to send out a search party.”

“Ah, I ran into Jin and we had lunch.” You explain, placing the bag on his desk in front of him. “Got this for you.”

“Perfect, thank you love.” He kisses your cheek before you stand up.

“Any idea where Jimin is?” You ask, as he rifles through the bag.

“He got back from the grocery store not too long ago, and then I think I heard the shower turn on.”

“Okay, I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready.” You squeeze his shoulder before going to search for your other husband.

You wander down the hall to your bedroom and sure enough you hear the shower running. You could use a shower to wash the mall off of you. “Jimin?” You call out as you open the bathroom door. He doesn’t respond, so you begin to slip out of your clothes, leaving a trail behind you as you come to stand in front of the shower door, amazed by what's in front of you.

Jimin leans back against the wall of the shower, one hand pushing his hair back out of his face, the other is wrapped around his cock, stroking it in swift motions as he moans softly.

“Am I interrupting?” You question, your voice low.

Jimin jumps at the sound of your voice, startled by the sight of you. “N-noona,” He blushes as you open the door and slip into the shower with him. “I was just thinking about you.” He admits shyly.

“Oh?” You stand in front of him, leaning in for a kiss as you replace his hand with your own, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat. You squeeze his tip harshly, relishing in the gasp that leaves him.

“Oh god, how do you always know exactly what I need?” He groans, watching closely as you get down on your knees in front of him.

“Years of practice.” You smirk at him before flicking your tongue out against his length, tasting him for the first time since your honeymoon. Jimin’s head falls back as you take his tip into your mouth, sucking on it gently before taking more and more of him in, little by little, driving him wild as you tease him.

“Y-yeobo, please…” He whimpers, his fingers tangling in your hair as it dampens from the water cascading over both your bodies.

You relent, stopping your teasing as you sink your mouth down on his cock, moaning when it hits the back of your throat. Jimin’s hips reflexively snap forward, trying to bury himself in the warmth of your mouth, and you let him, opening your throat and relaxing as he thrusts into you, already chasing his release.

It doesn’t take long, he must’ve already been pretty close as he starts panting, his hips moving faster, but shallower. You stick your tongue out, dragging it along his length as you hollow your cheeks and start to suck hard.

“Yes… Yes, god, fuck~” Jimin whines, his moans music to your ears. You look up, sneaking a peek at him like this and you swear you could orgasm from the sight alone.

Water trails down Jimin’s body, following the contours of his toned muscles from his neck down to his waist, his skin glistens in the low light of the bathroom. His hair is pushed back off his face, giving you a full view of his erotic expression; his eyes are squeezed shut as he focuses solely on the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him and his teeth dig into his lower lip, enjoying the sensation between his thighs.

“Y-Y/N, ah~!” With a cry of your name, Jimin buries himself in the back of your throat, holding you against him as he cums. He cums hard, more than usual, and you can’t help your surprised expression as you pull off him, only to feel him paint your tongue and dribble on your lips.

Jimin’s legs shake as he comes down from his high, and you help him sit on the bench in the shower, taking a washcloth and gently cleaning him up as his eyes come back into focus and he wipes a bit you missed off your chin.

“You alright love?” You ask, mildly concerned. You haven’t seen Jimin cum that hard in months.

He nods, his chest heaving. “Just been a minute.”

You think back and realize he’s right. You and Namjoon had sex a few days ago, but Jimin wasn't home, and he hasn’t done anything with you guys since three days before you came home from Bali. “Huh, I guess it has.”

He stands up and pulls you with him, giving you a hot kiss that makes you dizzy with delight. “I’ve missed that mouth of yours.” He smirks, giving himself one last rinse before cracking the door. “Don’t tell Joon, but you’re still the best at that.”

“The best at what?” As if on cue, Namjoon strides into the bathroom, peeling his shirt off over his head.

“Nothing!” Jimin only smiles as he steps out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist as Namjoon walks up to him. Jimin takes the opportunity to plant a kiss on Namjoon’s lips. “Nothing at all Joon.”

Namjoon shrugs, slipping out of his pants and underwear and joining you in the shower as Jimin leaves the room. He gives you a squeeze as you both shower peacefully, exchanging the occasional kiss.

When you’re finished, you both step out and dry yourselves off before heading into the bedroom to slip into some clean comfortable clothes. When you’re finished, you find Jimin in the kitchen starting dinner and quickly move to help him while Namjoon plops himself on the couch and turns on the tv.

When the food is ready, you grab a serving for yourself and Namjoon, carrying them both over to the couch and sitting in the middle seat next to Namjoon. Jimin quickly finds his seat on your other side and the three of you dig in as you watch whatever documentary Namjoon turned on. Namjoon finishes first and quickly relaxes back against the couch, his hand resting on your thigh as he turns to you.

“I still can’t believe you had lunch with Jin.”

“Why not?”

“You had lunch with Jin?” Jimin asks, mouth full of rice. “Really?”

“Why is that so surprising?” You put your empty bowl on the table in front of you and lean back.

“Last time we saw him, I honestly thought you were going to knock his lights out.” Namjoon states.

“Yeah.” Jimin agrees. “At the wedding reception.”

You roll your eyes as you remember what they’re referencing. “I wasn’t going to punch him. He was drunk and I was just trying to stop him from being so… handsy.” Your cheeks flush as you remember Jin’s large hands on your waist as you danced with him. He was very drunk, and his hands kept sliding down to your ass so you pushed him away and went to dance with someone else, but he was persistent until you had Jeongguk drag him away to go sit down. “We’re still friends, he just gets on my nerves a lot.”

“Is that why you had lunch? Did he apologize?” Jimin questions.

“Jin? Apologize? Please.” You scoff. “No, we ran into each other when I was looking for- well, it doesn’t matter. He helped me do some shopping and we just decided to get lunch.”

“How’s Jeongguk? Was he there?” You notice Namjoon’s ears perk up at this.

“He’s fine. Jin said he’s just busy.” You watch Namjoon’s adam's apple bob as he swallows hard.

“That’s good.” Namjoon turns back to the tv.

“Speaking of, Joonie,” You squeeze his thigh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He turns back to look at you.

“It’s just, Jin and I were talking and he said something I’ve been thinking about. How- Well, what do you think about Kook?”

“What do you mean?” He quirks his eyebrow and you see Jimin turn towards the conversation out of the corner of your eye, obviously interested.

“Do you… Do you have a thing for him?”

“W-what?” Namjoon’s face immediately flushes red. “I-I-”

“It’s okay if you do.” You move to calm him. “I’m just curious. Jin thinks you both might and that’s why your interactions can get so… heated.”

Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed. “I mean… I-I’ve thought about it… Once or twice… I just didn’t want to make anything weird, you know?”

You nod as Jimin chimes in. “Hyung, you know you can do whatever you want, right?”

“I know I just…” Namjoon sighs. “I wasn’t interested in just me and him. I didn’t want to do anything without you both there, and I didn’t know if that was something you’d be interested in.”

Now it’s your face flushing with heat. “You want us there with you? Like a foursome?”

Namjoon nods. “I only want it if you’re there too.”

“Hmm.” Jimin leans against you. “I’ve never thought about Jeongguk like that. He’s cute though, I wouldn’t mind.”

“You haven’t?” You turn to look at Jimin, genuinely surprised.

He shakes his head. “Wait, have you?”

“Ah, um… After the New Year’s incident last year.” You giggle. “Joon, you are going to have to share us if you want us there.” You remind him, remembering the reason that fight started.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Namjoon smiles, laying himself across your laps.

“Okay, just let us know what Jeongguk says.” Jimin runs his fingers through Namjoon’s hair.

You wake up two days later to the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen. You stretch your limbs to wake them up and then smile to yourself. It’s Christmas morning. You feel someone still pressed against your back and from the snores you know it’s Namjoon. You very carefully remove yourself from his embrace and climb out of bed. As silently as you can, you grab the few presents left that you wrapped last night before sneaking your way out of the bedroom, not wanting to disturb your sleeping husband.

You find Jimin at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee as he scrolls through his phone. When he hears the bedroom door click shut he looks up, his eyes crinkling up with a grin as he sees you, arms full of gifts.

“Morning love.” He mumbles, voice still low from the early hour. “Merry Christmas.”

You take the presents in your hands and arrange them with the rest under the tree before walking over to Jimin and pressing a sweet kiss against his lips.

“Merry Christmas Jimin.”

“Is he still asleep?” Jimin asks as you walk over to the counter where the coffee pot sits and pour yourself a steaming cup.

“Mhm.” You nod, taking a sip. “I’m sure he’ll be up soon. Breakfast?”

“You read my mind.”

You and Jimin decide on a simple breakfast, pancakes, and quickly get to work whipping up the batter and frying them up, knowing that if your absence in the bed doesn’t wake Namjoon up, the smell of food usually does. Sure enough, as you flip the first few onto a plate, you hear the bedroom door open and a half-awake Namjoon comes stumbling out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning Joonie. Merry Christmas.” You smile at him.

Namjoon shakes his head, as if suddenly remembering what day it is, and his tail begins to wag as the words immediately wake him, his face lighting up with excitement. “Merry Christmas Y/N-ah, Jimin!” He patters over to the kitchen and kisses both of you in turn. You push a plate full of pancakes into his hands and he grabs it, walking over and sitting down at the table.

“Coffee?” Jimin asks as he pours himself another cup.

“Please.” Namjoon nods, mouth already full of pancakes.

Jimin pours one for Namjoon and then grabs his own plate and sits down across from Namjoon. When you’re done cooking, you take your plate of pancakes and join them at the table, the three of you eating quickly as anticipation for what’s under the tree sets in. When you’re finished, you all make short work of the dishes before heading into the living room and sitting on the floor around the tree.

Namjoon begins passing out presents and it takes no time at all for the floor to be covered in shreds of wrapping paper. Clothes and games and accessories are discovered and thanks are shared all around until you get down to the last few presents. Jimin unwraps the sweater from Namjoon and gushes over how soft it is, then unwraps the scarf you got him to go with it and holds them both against him. Jimin hands you a gift and you tear into it to find a silky black babydoll and matching robe.

“I feel like this is more of a present for yourself.” You tease as you pull the fabric out of the wrapping, making Namjoon’s eyes go wide.

Jimin smirks. “Maybe it is.”

You roll your eyes playfully and hand a box to Namjoon. “Here, this is from both of us.” You watch as he unwraps the new MIDI pad controller he’s been wanting for months, his face lighting up with joy as he thanks you both over and over. You both hand Jimin a box, his eyes sparkling as he pulls out a new winter coat from Dior he was talking about a few weeks ago, as well as a beautiful new watch and ring from Namjoon. “I love them, thank you.”

“Last one.” Namjoon states, holding a small box in his hands.

“Who’s it for?” You ask.

“You.” Namjoon states, handing you the box.

“From both of us.” Jimin adds, exchanging a glance with Namjoon.

You eye them both with suspicion before removing the wrapping paper, finding the smallest of the boxes you picked up from the jewelers the other day. You pop the box open and your breath leaves you as you stare down at the dazzling ring nestled in green velvet. It’s a large teardrop shaped diamond, surrounded by a circle of much smaller diamonds set on a silver band.

“A-an engagement ring?” You question, afraid to even touch the beautiful piece.

“We’ve wanted to get you one since I proposed-” Jimin scoots closer to you and takes the box from your hand, taking the ring out and slipping it onto the ring finger of your left hand, right above your matching wedding band; the ring Jimin initially proposed with.

“We just haven’t had enough time.” Namjoon finishes for him.

“Better late than never.” Jimin adds, pressing a kiss to your knuckles below where the ring now sits.

“It’s beautiful, thank you both so much.” You lean forward and wrap your arms around Jimin, knocking him back to the ground and giggling before giving him a long kiss. You let go and do the same to Namjoon, pushing him onto his back. “I’m so grateful to have you both in my life. I love you.”

“We love you too, noona.” Jimin squeezes you, pulling you down between them on the floor where they both wrap their arms around you.

The next several hours of the day are spent snuggled up on the couch with snacks and hot chocolate while you watch old holiday movies together, simply enjoying spending time with each other.

When it’s time for dinner, you make a delicious and warm pot of kalguksu and set the table, popping open a bottle of wine as you call the boys to eat. The three of you sit, eating, laughing, and drinking, but it isn’t until the meal begins to wind down that you notice Namjoon shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Anyone want to get in the hottub?” Jimin asks, finishing off his glass of wine, a tipsy flush to his cheeks.

“Mm, that sounds perfect.”

“I’ll get it set up.” Namjoon offers, quickly standing and making his way over to the sliding glass door and walking out onto the balcony.

You and Jimin take care of the dishes, his arms wrapped around your waist as you wash the last few, placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder.

“Should we skinnydip?” He asks, tugging at the hem of your sweater.

“We do have neighbors you know.” You remind him, spinning in his arms to face him.

He shrugs. “Let them watch.” He kisses your lips before pulling your sweater up over your head and tossing it on one of the kitchen chairs, leaving you in just a bralette and a pair of festive pajama pants.

Just then Namjoon walks back inside. “It’s ready.” He says as he walks toward the bedroom.

“Joon.” You call his name to stop him and he turns back to you, watching as you strip out of your remaining clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor before walking your nude self over to the door and disappearing out onto the balcony.

You’re just sinking into the hot water as Jimin and Namjoon walk out the door, their hands covering their indecency as they move to join you in the tub. The three of you relax, letting the warmth of the tub soothe your woes and keep you warm on the chill winter night. You sink down to your neck, closing your eyes as you do.

Jimin’s hand rests on your thigh, squeezing it, and you feel Namjoon shifting next to you. When Namjoon’s hand also finds your thigh, you slightly open one of your eyes and look over to see his ears twitching irritably on top of his head. You watch as he repeatedly stretches his neck like he’s trying to crack it as his cheeks start getting more and more red as he sits restlessly.

“Joon…?” As you sit up his eyes snap to meet yours and he grabs your thigh, pulling it toward him and signaling you to move over next to him.

You scooch over in the water, seating yourself beside him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder, gripping your chin with his other hand and tilting your face up towards his before his lips lock onto yours, exchanging a heated kiss. As he kisses you, his hand drops from your chin, grabbing your own hand and leading it between his legs where he really wants to be touched. Where he suddenly needs to be touched.

You break the kiss, pulling back to meet his gaze, your fingers just barely grazing him, and your eyes soften with understanding. You look at him sympathetically, knowing how much he hates when it comes out of nowhere, but you can tell just from the sight of him.

His heat is here.

You should’ve expected it to come early, but you had hoped… God had you hoped.

You risk the top half of your torso to the cold as you get up and seat yourself in his lap, pulling him to you as your lips find his once more. His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as he immediately flicks his tongue into your mouth. The hand already between your bodies grabs his throbbing length and you quickly move it between your thighs, sinking down on him without a second thought as you both whine at the sudden pleasure.

“Fuck…” You gasp, relishing in the way he spreads you open.

Jimin opens his eyes at your noise, taking in the sight before him and groaning. “Oh shit, I only closed my eyes for five minutes.” He jokes, moving over to sit beside Namjoon.

“Chim, it’s h-here.” You warn him, nodding at the man underneath you. Jimin raises his eyebrow and looks over at Namjoon, studying him the same way you did only a few moments ago, realization dawning on his features.

“Aw Joon hyung, your heat came early?”

Namjoon can only nod, thrusting up into you, his brow furrowed in concentration as he focuses on the feeling of you around his cock. You see Jimin wrap his hand around his own hardening length and move to replace it with your own, giving his tip a harsh squeeze before stroking him at a rapid pace.

“Ah, shit…” Jimin curses, the sound rumbling in his chest as his head falls back from your touch, his eyes never leaving the image of you bouncing in Namjoon’s lap. It doesn’t take long before you feel Jimin’s hands on your ass, his fingers finding their way to your core before teasingly pressing against your remaining empty hole, causing you to cry out.

“Jimin~!” You squeak, your hands gripping Namjoon’s shoulders tightly.

“Shh, Y/N, you’re the one who was worried about the neighbors.” Jimin chides. But as the words come out of his mouth, a low growl sounds from Namjoon’s throat and his hips suddenly stop with one last harsh slam upwards, and you feel his cum filling you up. “Joon, don't pull out yet, remember how long it took us to clean the hot tub last time.”

Namjoon nods, resting for a moment before scooping you up, exposing your body to the cold air before depositing you on the deck, quickly following behind you so nothing drips into the water. Jimin comes with you, his length bouncing, and Namjoon hands you both towels as you shiver and make your way into the house. You head to the bathroom, drying yourself off and cleaning between your folds when an idea pops into your head. As Namjoon and Jimin come into the bathroom, you slip out and head to your closet, pulling open your underwear drawer and retrieving the bra you bought until your eyes land on the black lingerie set Jimin got you. You hesitate, trying to decide which one to wear, and eventually choose the black set, you’ll keep the other one for later.

You slip the chemise over your body and slide into the silky robe, loosely fastening it around your waist before sneaking back into the bedroom and climbing into the bed, trying to find a comfortable, but seductive position on the mattress. You prop yourself up on your side, one hand holding your head up, the other lazily dangling in front of your stomach.

Jimin is the first out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist as he stops cold, his eyes raking over your body. “Wow…” He breathes, his erection still obvious beneath the cover.

Namjoon is close behind, walking into Jimin, confused as to why the other man has stopped until his gaze follows Jimin’s, finally spotting you. “Holy shit…”

They both quickly ditch their towels, scrambling to join you on the bed. Jimin pulls you toward him, planting his lips on yours as he squeezes your waist. You feel Namjoon at your back, his hardened length pressing against you with need as he pulls the robe off your shoulder, his mouth caressing the bare skin there as his hand wraps around to your front and immediately slips between your legs. His fingers slide into your folds and you moan into Jimin’s mouth, your senses set alight by the feeling of both their hands on you.

“I’m so glad I bought this for you.” Jimin mumbles, tracing your breasts over the fabric. “It looks so good on you baby.” Jimin’s tongue passes your lips, enveloping your mouth with his sweet taste as his own hand joins Namjoon’s between your legs, bypassing your clit, which Namjoon has started drawing circles around, and pushing two fingers directly into your entrance.

“Jimin~” You gasp, gripping his arm in an attempt to steady yourself. Namjoon places a gentle bite on your neck, just beneath your ear as his fingers wander lower, slithering two fingers in with Jimin’s and stretching you open so deliciously. You throw your head back with a whine, fragmenting at the feeling of them both thrusting inside you at separate paces.

It isn’t long before Namjoon is frustrated with the lack of friction for himself, grabbing your waist and pulling you over so that you’re facing him instead and hooking your leg over his waist as he rolls onto his back, situating you on top of him again, making both you and Jimin laugh at his impatience.

“Joon, all you had to do was ask.” Jimin giggles, grabbing the elder boy’s cock and lining it up with your entrance for you, watching closely as you slide down on Namjoon to the hilt.

“Shit…” Namjoon groans deep in his chest as he fills you again, his hands gripping your waist tightly, his jaw clenched as he lets out a harsh breath through his teeth. “I couldn’t wait to feel this tight cunt anymore.”

“J-Jimin… Kiss me~” You whimper, pulling Jimin toward you. Jimin smirks, tugging the robe off your shoulders and tossing it to the floor. He moves to capture your lips, but stops and you watch as he looks to Namjoon first

“Hyung,” Jimin reaches behind him and smacks his own ass lightly a few times in question.

“Fuck yes.” Namjoon immediately acquiesces, tugging Jimin’s waist toward him, and making the blonde boy straddle his face.

Namjoon’s hands leave your waist, grabbing Jimin’s instead as he buries his face between Jimin’s cheeks. You can’t see what he’s doing, but you know by the lewd slurping sounds, and the sweet whimpers leaving Jimin’s mouth that he is ravishing Jimin, one of his favorite activities when he’s in heat.

When Jimin has situated himself comfortably on Namjoon’s lips, he leans forward, guiding your face toward his and kissing you desperately. It’s sloppy, but sweet, Jimin’s tongue making your legs weak as you bounce yourself in Namjoon’s lap.

You reach a hand down and grab Jimin’s cock, stroking it slowly, swallowing the moan that leaves Jimin’s mouth. Jimin slides the straps of your chemise down, exposing your breasts to him and pinching one of your nipples between his fingers in retaliation. Your core contracts harshly around Namjoon at the added stimulation, and you hear him groan as his hips still for only a moment, filling you with his cum once again before he continues thrusting up into you, slipping two fingers into Jimin as he does.

Jimin’s close, you can see it on his face as your palm rubs tight circles against his tip, watching his face contort from the pleasure. It’s when Namjoon adds a third finger, already sucking on his perineum, that Jimin comes undone, moaning loudly as he throws his head back. You stroke him quickly, watching his chest heave as he cums, painting Namjoon’s stomach and yours with white lines of his release.

Jimin pulls you in for one last hot kiss before pushing Namjoon’s fingers away and climbing off of him, panting heavily. As he calms down, you watch as Jimin licks his sticky release off of Namjoon’s stomach, and then your own before his tongue continues upwards toward your breasts. He sucks each of them into his mouth in turn, leaving bite marks in his wake as he toys with you, setting your body on fire with his mouth and tongue before bending down and doing the same to Namjoon.

With a hard pinch of his nipples, Namjoon’s hips stutter again and you feel his cock spasming, his hot release spurting inside you a third time, his chest heaving.

“One- One more.” He groans, never softening.

“One more?” Jimin asks, sitting back and looking at the mess of a man beneath him. “Hyung…”

“Y/N hasn’t- not yet…” Namjoon whines, his hips kicking up into you again more aggressively, gripping your waist hard enough to bruise.

“Noona, you haven’t?” Jimin turns to you. You shake your head, your face flushing with some sort of emotion. Embarrassment? Arousal? You aren’t entirely sure. “Well, we can’t have that.” Jimin smiles smugly, grabbing something out of the bedside table before shuffling behind you on the bed. “Bend over noona, we’ll get you sorted.”

You’re not sure if Jimin’s words are a promise or a threat, but you obey anyway, bending over to press your chest against Namjoon’s, whose arms slide up your back, holding you close.

“Oh god, Joon, your cum is dripping everywhere. Fuck that’s so hot…” You feel Jimin’s hands on your ass, massaging the flesh before bringing his hand down to smack it. Then you feel his mouth, pressing kisses down your spine, lower and lower until his tongue flicks against your puckered rim, much like Namjoon did to him earlier. He moves quickly, spreading you open so fast your head starts spinning; first with his tongue, then one finger, then two, whispering encouragement the entire time.

When he deems you ready, you feel the cold drips of lube as he slickens your back entrance and then himself. And then you feel it, the tip of his cock, hard once more, as it presses against you with purpose. Your hands search for purchase, finding the sheets and gripping them until your knuckles turn white, forcing all the tightening in your body to your fingers as you relax your lower half for Jimin, allowing him to inch inside your ass, slowly but surely, until he’s fully seated inside you.

“Ohhh my… hnnng fuck~” Your breath shakes as you exhale, feeling so full, so deliciously and wonderfully full. It’s been so long since you’ve had them both inside you that you almost forgot how incredible it feels. Namjoon, focusing mostly on his own release, wiggles his hips impatiently, causing both you and Jimin to whimper.

“Fuck, hyung.” Jimin swears under his breath, but Namjoon ignores him, his hips continuing their assault on your center. “Shit…” Jimin pulls back and begins thrusting into you at his own pace, slower and deeper than his elder, feeling every inch of you with each pass. Namjoon is faster, chasing his final high as he bites down at the junction of your neck and shoulder, leaving a bright red mark behind like he always does on the first day of his heat.

Your entire body is swirling with pleasure, and you know it won’t be much longer before your body shatters into an orgasm. Every nerve feels like it’s been sparked, and with the way their cocks are moving independently of each other inside you makes you feel like you’re going to explode.

Namjoon cums first, a loud groan erupting from the back of his throat as he fills you one last time with his warmth. He buries himself inside you, pressing into your g-spot as he ruts his hips against you rapidly to milk his high, cumming more than he did the first three times. You follow shortly behind Namjoon, colors bursting as you squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, afraid you might split into pieces as your body shakes from the force of your orgasm, moaning loudly. The contracting of your center is too much for Jimin and he cums right after you, his hands landing on top of Namjoon’s on your hips and whimpering as his release spurts inside you, slamming his cock as deep within you as he can get it as he does everything he can to not collapse on top of you.

The three of you lay there, panting, exhausted, and sweaty as you come down from bliss together. Namjoon’s hands release your waist, caressing you and Jimin’s sides softly as he waits for you both to be cognizant.

After a long moment, Jimin sits up, rubbing your back soothingly as he carefully pulls out of you and then lifts your hips off of Namjoon’s length, allowing all of their releases to spill out and dribble down onto Namjoon’s stomach. You lay there as Jimin gets off the bed and walks to the bathroom. You hear the sink running for a bit before it turns off again and Jimin returns to the room, climbing back onto the bed behind you.

“Shit, noona…” Jimin whines. You lift your head and look over your shoulder to see him staring at your center. “You look so good like this.” He leans over to the bedside table and grabs his phone. You hear the ‘click’ of the camera shutter and sit up.

“Jimin, really?”

“Mm, definitely saving that one for later.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to your shoulder before you feel the warmth of a damp washcloth on your center, delicately swiping up between your legs to clean you up. He helps you roll off of Namjoon onto your back on the bed, finishing you before moving onto wiping up Namjoon’s length, being careful not to arouse the black-haired boy again, but Namjoon is already half asleep, stretching as Jimin tugs the covers up over his elder’s body.

Jimin tosses the cloth into the laundry before sliding under the covers with you both, sandwiching you in the middle as he readjusts the straps of your silk dress back onto your shoulders, giving you one last kiss before snuggling up at your side.

“You okay?” He whispers in your ear, laying his arm across your waist.

“Mm, just sleepy.” You nod, snuggling into him.

Namjoon rolls over toward you, his arm resting just below Jimin’s. “Merry Christmas my loves.” He mutters, eyes already closed.

“Merry Christmas.” Jimin responds, giving you both a squeeze.

“Merry Christmas.” You echo, settling into their embraces and quickly drifting off to sleep.

The next two days go about how you imagined they would. Namjoon’s heat is relentless this time, always needing three or four releases until he passes out for a few hours. You and Jimin take the downtime to rest and eat, not having time or energy for much else. When he wakes up he’s always ready to go immediately, and you and Jimin have both found yourselves bouncing in Namjoon’s lap as you force him to eat something. Anything while he fucks you. He tries, but his body is focused on one thing, and one thing only.

During the latest rest period, you’re sitting on the couch, Namjoon’s head in Jimin’s lap as he sleeps. You and Jimin are exhausted to say the least, having both already gone head to head with his heat five times today. You run your fingers through Namjoon’s hair as your head rests on Jimin’s shoulder, humming along to the song playing on the tv when your phone goes off on the table next to you. You mindlessly reach over with your free hand as it dings again and pick it up, bringing the phone up to your face to find a few texts from Jin.

Jin (7:39 pm): hey Jin (7:40 pm): what time tomorrow? Jin (7:49 pm): do you want us to bring anything? Jin (7:50 pm): hello?

You turn to Jimin. “Hey did we invite Jin over for something tomorrow that I forgot about?”

“Not that I can think of?” Jimin whispers, not wanting to wake his sleeping elder. “Why?” You hold your phone out to him, showing him the conversation. “Huh, no I don’t remember saying anything.”

You pull the phone back and shoot Jin a response.

You (7:51 pm): Tomorrow?

It takes him no time at all to respond.

Jin (7:51 pm): Tomorrow. Jin (7:51 pm): You guys invited us over for dinner? Jin (7:52 pm): At least that’s what Kook told me?

“Dinner?” You look down at the sleeping boy next to you. “Joon invited them for dinner.”

“Dinner?” Jimin repeats. “For what?”

“I don’t know. Is that okay, do you think? With his heat the way it is?”

Jimin thinks on this for a bit. “I’m not sure. I mean, if Namjoon invited them, he must think he can handle it, right?”

You sigh, running your fingers through Namjoon’s hair again, admiring his blissfully sleeping face, knowing he would give almost anything to be normal, especially when he’s in his heat. “I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

You (7:57 pm): Tomorrow then. 6ish? Bring dessert. Jin (7:58 pm): Dessert it is

You put your phone back on the table, turning your attention back to the tv when Namjoon shifts in Jimin’s lap, stretching his arms out as he wakes up, feeling you both next to him and giving your thigh a squeeze as he opens his eyes and looks up at you both.

“What time is it?” He mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

“Eight.” Jimin responds, brushing the black hair off Namjoon’s forehead. “Did you have a nice nap?”

Namjoon nods, smile still laced with sleep as he looks up at you. “I always sleep better when I’m next to-” He pauses, his ears flattening on his head. “Next to you…” He finishes, shaking his head.

“What’s wrong Joonie?”

He sits up and looks around the room. “I don’t know. Something feels… off.”

“Off?” You and Jimin exchange a glance.

Namjoon nods. “Like an itch I can't scratch.” He stands up and immediately begins to pace around the room, sniffing, searching for the source of his discomfort. After a minute or so, he flops down onto the floor, a pout plastered on his face as he looks up at you both; ears flat, tail drooping.

You’ve only seen him like this one other time, near the start of your relationship, it was the first time you were introduced to Namjoon’s heats. It had been just the two of you, Jimin wasn’t in the picture yet, and Namjoon looked at you with that same sad face, much more frantic the first time it happened, unable to figure out what was wrong until you wrapped your arms tightly around him and gave him the thing he craved: comfort.

“Joon do you… Do you need to nest?”

“N-nest?” His ears perk up at this, his face flushing bright pink, but he can’t hide the way his tail betrays him, wagging at the thought. “I haven’t done that in so long…”

“Do you think it’s what you need? Is that the feeling?” You question. Namjoon thinks on this for a long moment before looking back up at the two of you and nodding. You quickly turn to Jimin. “Okay. Chim, can you go get the roll out beds from the closet?”

Jimin smiles, happy to help and disappears into the guestroom. You and Namjoon find all the blankets and pillows in the house, bringing them to the living room and depositing them in a pile on the floor. The three of you work quickly, moving the couches and tables out of the way before rolling out the mattresses on the floor in their place, creating a large base for Namjoon to work.

It takes a bit, you and Jimin watching as Namjoon arranges things to his liking; situating every pillow and blanket to offer him maximum comfort, using the sides of the couches to create a barrier before he finally declares that he’s done, plopping down into the pile as you and Jimin walk over. You can only survey Namjoon’s work for a moment before he yanks the both of you down onto the floor with him, pulling you both close and snuggling down in between you, sighing softly with contentment.

“Feel better?” You ask, wrapping your arms tightly around Namjoon.

“You were right, this was exactly what I needed.” Namjoon smiles warmly, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply. “Thank you, love.”

With the added comfort, Namjoon is rapidly pulled back into sleep, allowing you time to explain to Jimin about the last time this happened and what to expect before you both turn back to mindlessly watch tv, not knowing how long this nap is going to last.

Not very long.

It’s only about thirty minutes before Namjoon wakes up again, stretching as his nose goes up in the air, inhaling deeply before turning to you, his hand slipping between your legs.

“Joon-”

“You smell good, baby.” He growls, his fingers pushing your shorts to the side and slipping under your panties, swiftly dancing through your folds.

You let out a soft sigh, unable to deny how good his fingers feel between your thighs. He dips them into your entrance, gathering your wetness for only a moment before pulling them back out and bringing his hand up to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick up the taste of you as he groans.

In no time, Namjoon has pulled your shorts and underwear off and is laying on his stomach, arms hooked under your legs as his mouth finds your center, his plush lips sucking on the sensitive flesh before dragging his tongue across your clit. You throw your head back from the bolt of pleasure that surges up your spine, moaning at the feeling. Namjoon’s always been so good at eating you, taking pleasure in doing it, and knowing exactly which spots to hit, which buttons to press to get you worked up in no time at all.

Jimin smirks at the two of you, scooting up to your side and guiding your lips to his; biting down on your bottom lip before deftly slipping his tongue into your mouth. Namjoon’s tongue wanders lower and Jimin’s hand slides up under your shirt, pinching your nipple at the same time Namjoon’s tongue finds your entrance, prodding into it as his nose grazes against your bud over and over. Your hands find purchase in Namjoon’s hair when he thrusts three fingers deep inside you, stretching your walls deliciously as his tongue makes its way back up to your clit, dragging the muscle across it until you’re panting with need.

“Joon, fuck~” You whimper, breaking the kiss with Jimin as you tug the elder boy closer to your core, suddenly desperate for release.

Jimin notices how far gone you already are and changes his target, moving down to sit on his knees behind Namjoon, tapping the boy’s hips to get them up for him. Namjoon obeys, lifting his hips and you watch through lidded eyes as Jimin pulls Namjoon’s boxers off. He tosses them to the side before slickening his fingers with spit and tracing them around Namjoon’s entrance, watching as it pulses eagerly to be filled. Jimin acquiesces, pushing two fingers past the resistance as Namjoon groans against you, sending vibrations through your nerves.

Namjoon wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he rubs his fingers against the inside of your walls, finding that spot inside you that makes you melt and pressing against it relentlessly, having to hold your thighs down as he does. In a matter of seconds, you cum on his tongue, gripping his hair between your fingers until your knuckles turn white, your toes curling next to his head as your body shivers beneath him.

Namjoon coasts you through your orgasm, but as the feeling fades, he doesn’t stop, only lessening the strength of his mouth on you, making you whine loudly from overstimulation. He ignores you, and you sit up to protest just in time to see Jimin on his knees, his cock slick with lube as he presses it between Namjoon’s cheeks, filling him with his thick, throbbing length.

Namjoon moans low and long, his mouth releasing you and his fingers stilling as Jimin fills him a little quicker than he probably should, but Namjoon seems to be relishing in the way Jimin slides inside of him, so you only watch, mouth agape with fascination as Jimin’s eyes squeeze shut, his hands finding Namjoon’s lower back as his hips smack against his elder’s ass.

“S-shit hyung…” Jimin curses, his breathing heavy.

Namjoon doesn’t respond, only grabbing your thighs and pulling you against his mouth again, groaning as his tongue dips back into your folds.

“Joon~!” You squeak when you feel his fingers begin to pick up their pace again.

You sit up on your elbows, watching as Jimin leans over Namjoon, fucking him roughly. Your eyes flick down to Namjoon’s face between your legs, his eyes are closed as he ravishes you, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration as he drags his tongue up your slit. Namjoon whimpers into you when Jimin’s pace increases, knowing that neither of them are going to last much longer.

“Joonie,” You whine, trying to lift his face to look at you. His eyes open and flick up to meet your gaze before pulling off you with a lewd slurp. “Fuck me…”

Namjoon nods, looking over his shoulder at Jimin who heard your plea, and slowly pulls out of Namjoon, allowing him to sit up. You look down at his cock, hot and red with need and notice a puddle of his white release on the blanket under him, realizing that he’s already cum at least twice. He ignores it, simply scooting up between your thighs and leaning over you, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes his cock inside you. He goes slowly, agonizingly so, and when he seats himself inside you, you feel his hips twitch as he cums a third time, the squeeze of your walls too much for him today.

Namjoon stills himself and waits patiently for Jimin to reenter him, gasping as Jimin’s length stretches him open again. Namjoon immediately begins moving, fucking you and himself at a rapid, unforgiving pace as he matches the speed of Jimin’s hips against him. The room is filled with the loud squelching coming from between both your legs, along with the delicate, desperate moans coming from all three of you.

Your body is drowning in pleasure as Namjoon brings his thumb down to circle your clit, his cock filling you perfectly over and over. Your head feels underwater, your mind only able to process the waves of pleasure as they surge through your body. It takes no time at all for your second orgasm to creep up, washing over you with a loud cry and pulling you into its embrace. You hear Namjoon curse above you, but you’re too wrapped up in your own bliss to think anything of it.

Your core spasms around Namjoon’s length, forcing him into another orgasm as he slams his hips against you, burying himself to the hilt as he cums, his chest heaving with the effort before he collapses on top of you. Jimin isn’t far behind, falling into the domino effect as Namjoon tightens around him, bringing his orgasm up fast and slamming it into him as he fills Namjoon with his warmth.

Jimin pulls out and collapses on the blankets next to you, panting heavily as he tries to bring his mind back to reality. Namjoon tries to get up but you pull him back to you for a sweet kiss before letting him. He very gingerly pulls out of you before stretching his arms above his head as you both sit up. You look down at the mess he made on the blankets before looking over at Jimin to see his breathing has finally returned to normal. You grab the dirtied blanket and stand up, making your way to the bathroom. You toss the soiled piece in the laundry basket before cleaning yourself up, careful of your sensitive folds, before grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water.

You make your way back out to the living room, to find your boys already snuggled together and Namjoon already fast asleep. You kneel down and gently wipe both of them up, getting a soft ‘thank you’ from Jimin as you walk back to the bathroom to dispose of the cloth and pull on a t-shirt. As you walk back into the living room, you can hear Jimin’s soft snores have joined Namjoon’s and you giggle to yourself, laying yourself down on Jimin’s free side and curling up to his body, pulling a blanket over the three of you before settling down to sleep.

The next morning you wake up to the sounds of soft panting and someone holding back their moans, you open your eyes to see Jimin’s face buried in the sheets next to you, muffling the sounds of his whimpers as Namjoon pounds into him roughly from behind. Neither of them are looking at you, so you simply sit back and enjoy the show.

You’ve always loved watching the two of them together, but especially now, when they don’t know you’re paying attention, you focus on the little ways their bodies react to each other; Jimin’s hips pressing back against Namjoon, begging for more; and Namjoon’s hand placement, one on Jimin’s lower back, arching it for him while caressing the skin there, the other gripping Jimin’s waist firmly, occasionally letting go to place a harsh smack against his ass.

You watch Namjoon’s hips still for the second time since you woke up and your gaze flicks up to his face, obsessed with the way his head falls back, his mouth open, a low groan vibrating from his chest as his hips start moving again within seconds. Jimin’s hands fist the blankets beneath him, crying out as Namjoon immediately returns to his rapid, almost brutal pace. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab Jimin’s length where it bounces between his legs. Jimin jolts, his head shooting up to find where the extra stimulus is coming from, and his glazed eyes meet yours, a whine falling from his parted lips.

“N-noona…” He gasps. “I couldn’t- He wouldn’t wait, I’m sorry.”

You bring your free hand up to his face and cup his cheek. “It’s okay Chim, I know.”

Jimin only moans as a smack reverberates throughout the room, causing you to tighten your grip on his cock. You chance a glance up at Namjoon to see his eyes have opened and his heated gaze is currently trained on you, desire obvious on his features, panting heavily as he nears his final release. It doesn’t take much longer, a few more pumps and Namjoon comes undone, eyes rolling back in his head as he slams into Jimin, filling the blonde to the brim with his hot cum.

“H-hyung!” Jimin pouts as Namjoon pulls out of him and collapses onto the makeshift bed next to him. “I was so close…”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Namjoon’s chest heaves as he speaks, eyes half closed. “I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

You grab some tissues from the pack you brought out last night and use them to wipe Namjoon up as sleep begins to claim him. “I’ll take care of him Joonie, you get some rest, okay? Breakfast when you get up.” Namjoon nods, rolling over and quickly falling asleep. “Come on Jimin, let’s take a shower.”

You stand and take Jimin’s hand, pulling him with you as you make your way back to the bedroom, but before you can lead him into the bathroom, Jimin stops, tugging you toward him as he shuts the bedroom door behind you.

“Your turn.” He growls, tossing you onto the bed.

“Jimin!” You giggle.

“Just a quick one?” He begs, his eyes pleading as he climbs on top of you, his cock still hard as ever.

“I figured we’d do it in the shower, but here works too.” You relent, smiling at him.

Jimin leans down and presses his lips against yours as he settles himself between your legs, his length brushing your folds, already soaked from watching their display. He makes quick work of your t-shirt, tossing it on the floor as he finds your entrance, swallowing the gasp that leaves your mouth as he stretches you open.

“Jimin~” You whimper as he holds himself still inside you, a smirk on his face as his lips move to your neck, sucking on the sweet spot just below your ear as his hips begin to move.

Jimin fucks you slowly, sensually, hitting every spot inside you that makes you weak, his mouth constantly moving from your neck to your shoulder, and then back to your lips, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he can reach as he pushes into you over and over, lighting up your nerves like sparks.

In no time at all, your head is reeling from the pleasure he provides, his thick cock filling you just right with every thrust. You’re keening into his every touch, your body rapidly hurtling you towards your high in a matter of minutes. Jimin’s soft moans quickly get higher and higher, alerting you that he’s right there with you, feeling everything that your body feels as the two of you simply can’t get enough of each other.

A few more well placed thrusts, coupled with his lips moving against yours again, and your bodies come undone, your highs surrounding you with bliss as you moan each other’s names. You feel Jimin’s warmth fill you as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, his breathing as heavy as your own. The two of you lay like this for a while, tangled together as you relish in this unusually soft moment. Neither of you usually have time for anything like this during Namjoon’s heats, used to the older boy’s rough and needy pace, but you both needed it.

Jimin carefully pulls out, placing one last kiss against your lips as he sits back on his knees with a sigh, smiling down at your flushed body. He holds his hand out to you, and you take it, allowing him to pull you up off the bed with him and tug you into the bathroom. He starts the shower and you both hop in, quickly cleaning yourselves up and sudsing down your tired bodies. You discuss what to make for dinner, and decide to send Jimin to the store to get ingredients while you take care of Namjoon.

When you’re clean, you both dress and Jimin heads to the store. You walk back out into the living room to see Namjoon is still fast asleep. You lay down next to him and snuggle up to his side, brushing his hair out of the way as you admire his sleeping face. You feel bad, knowing his heat must really be taking its toll on him if he’s sleeping this much in between. You sigh and turn on the tv, enjoying the peaceful moment while it lasts.

After about an hour, Namjoon stirs, his eyes fluttering open as his grip tightens around you, pulling you close.

“Hi there.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Hi baby.” He mumbles, sniffing the air, still not fully awake. “Where’s Jimin?”

“Store,” You state. “We needed a few things for tonight.”

“Tonight?” Namjoon stretches as he sits up.

“Yeah, for dinner.” You explain. “Apparently you invited Jin and Jeongguk over.”

“Jin?” Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “That’s tonight? It’s the 28th already?”

“Time flies when all you do is sleep. And fuck.” You joke, standing up and walking over to the kitchen. “Are you going to be okay or should we cancel?”

“I-I’ll be fine.” Namjoon nods, following close behind you. “I’ll be good.” He adds, knowing what you’re worried about.

“I know you will, Joonie.” You open the fridge and search its contents. “Speaking of, what is this dinner for anyway?”

“Well… I just wanted to be nice, I guess.”

“Mm.” You eye him carefully. “So this has nothing to do with you wanting to sleep with Jeongguk?”

“What?” Namjoon bursts. “N-not really, why would you think that?”

“I’m just asking.” You shrug. “Now, breakfast? Or, well,” You look at the clock on the stove. “Lunch?”

“I can think of one thing I want to eat.” Namjoon growls, grabbing your waist.

You smack his hands away. “Nope.”

“What?” He pouts, reaching for you again.

“After you eat. If you’re going to behave tonight I need you to eat something first.”

Namjoon narrows his eyes at you before he rolls them. “Fine.”

“Good boy.”

You make a quick lunch for the two of you and have him sit at the table as he eats. When he’s done, you also make him go take a shower, knowing this might be the only time he can take one undistracted before your guests arrive. He relents, quickly making his way to the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and relax in the nest, scrolling on your phone as you wait for him to come back.

When he’s done, he walks back into the living room and flops down next to you in the makeshift bed, pulling you close to him and nuzzling his face into your neck. He doesn’t try anything for a bit, enjoying just being next to you and watching a movie.

Halfway through the movie, however, his hands start to wander, caressing your waist and breasts before he slides a hand between your legs, fingers pressing lightly against your folds as you feel his length start to poke at your back. You roll over in his arms and push his back down against the blankets, tugging his boxers down before seating yourself between his legs and taking his length in your hand, giving the base a tight squeeze before beginning to stroke him.

Namjoon’s head falls back at your touch, moaning lowly as you provide him with the relief he craves. You lean down, your elbows on either side of his hips and take his tip into your mouth, sucking harshly on it as your hand continues to squeeze him. Namjoon gasps, his hips bucking up as you sink your mouth down slowly, enveloping him with your lips until you have the entirety of his length in your throat.

Just as you swallow around him, you hear the front door open, and as you repeat the motion, causing Namjoon to whimper, Jimin comes up the stairs, his hands full of grocery bags.

“Oh my god…” Jimin groans at the sight before him, nearly dropping the bags. You shoot him a wink, pulling off Namjoon.

“Can you get everything started?” You ask, stroking Namjoon roughly. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Jimin nods, cursing under his breath as he walks into the kitchen.

You turn your attention back to Namjoon, wrapping your lips around his tip again and flicking your tongue against the underside of his head, digging it into the sensitive spot just below his ridge as he gasps, his hands lacing in your hair as he holds your head still. You feel his release paint your tongue and swallow before sinking down lower, enjoying the whimper that leaves his mouth as you do.

“One… One more.” Namjoon gasps, already panting.

“Mm.” You acknowledge him, your mouth never leaving his length as you begin to bob your head up and down, dragging your tongue along his underside as you do.

Namjoon guides your movements, his hands never leaving your hair as he directs you, shallow at first, then deeper and deeper until he buries himself in the back of your throat, holding himself there for several seconds before he allows you to pull back and breathe, a string of saliva connecting you to his length as your lungs gasp for breath.

“Shit…” Namjoon grunts at the sight of you before pulling you back toward him, immediately thrusting into your throat and holding himself there, repeating this process over and over, barely giving you time to breathe in between, too wrapped up in the tightening of your throat around him.

You bring a hand up to fondle his balls and that’s what finally sends him over the edge, his hot cum spurting down your throat as he ruts himself against your face, milking the feeling for as long as he can before his body relaxes against the blankets with a sigh.

You pull off of him, licking your lips and swallowing any remaining cum before sitting back on your knees, admiring the shell of a man beneath you. “Good?” You ask.

Namjoon nods, already curling up in the blankets and pillows. “Thank you baby.” He mutters. You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek before leaving him to rest and getting up to join Jimin in the kitchen; trying to prepare yourself for one hell of a night that awaits you.

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Colors Chapter Two - Orange

Summary: Your most recent jump has put you into the life of an Idol, but will old feelings get in the way of a new promise?

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

Word Count: 15.2k

TW: Death, medical/hospital talk, cancer mentions, drinking, cunnilingus, sex

“Jeongguk!” You cry, bolting upright, gripping the blanket in your lap tightly. You begin sobbing uncontrollably as you realize; it doesn’t matter anymore, wherever you are now, whenever you are, Jeongguk is not here with you.

You sit up and look around, you’re in a hotel room. You see an iphone on the table and a laptop on the desk. Thank god, you must be somewhere close to where you started. You fling the orange blanket off of you and sprint to the desk, wiping your cheeks as you turn on the computer, thankful that it doesn’t have a password. You immediately bring up the search engine and type in the only name you care about at the moment: Jeon Jeongguk, Hawaii. You thank god it isn’t a popular name, because the first result that comes up is the one you’re looking for.

“Local Japanese veteran suspected in the disappearance of his fiancee.”

Disappearance? Oh no… You keep reading.

“After the clearing of prime suspect Paul Smith, police turn their attention to Jungkook Jeon, fiancee of the missing girl.”

You scroll to the next article.

“Fiancee cleared, girl still missing.”

This doesn’t help, you need to find him now. You go to the whitepages website and type in his information: Jeongguk Jeon, Honolulu, Hawaii. Ding! One result. Kahala Nui Nursing Home. Nursing Home? You look at the date in the bottom of your computer screen. 2012. You suppose Jeongguk would be in his nineties now, you’re just thankful he’s still alive.

You immediately look for a wallet anywhere in the vicinity, finding one inside of a purse; inside waiting is a sleek black credit card with your name on it. Literally. You immediately search for a travel website before realizing you should probably figure out where you are first. You open the map on your phone and click the current location to see you seem to be in Daegu. Perfect. You find the first flight out to Honolulu and purchase the ticket, hoping you have enough money on the card to do so. Transaction Complete. You download your boarding pass just as you hear a beep and then the door to your room opens.

“Y/N, are you ready?”

“Actually I’m going to need a ride to the airport.” You state, turning to see a young man standing there.

“What are you talking about?”

“Uh, family emergency. I have to leave for a week.”

“A week?” The man squeaks. “You have three shows this week and the make a wish thing today.”

“Reschedule them.” You insist, standing up and gathering your things, quickly grabbing a change of clothes and starting to undress until you realize the man is still staring at you in disbelief. “Uh, do you mind?”

“You’re kidding right?” You shake your head and he turns to face the wall. “When did you get shy?”

“Since I just got back from the 40’s.” You joke.

“What?”

“Nevermind.” You say as you change your clothes.

“I’m not taking you to the airport. You can’t just dip out like this.”

“Just reschedule things.”

“Reschedule things. Reschedule a whole week? Oh yeah, that’s fine. I’ll just push back your entire tour. Reschedule every interview. That’s fine. I’m just your manager. I’m just trying to do what’s best for you. ‘Reschedule it Jin’. It’s fine.” He shrugs, throwing his hands up in the air. “Now that you’ve tied the rope around my neck, are you going to kick the chair out from under me too?”

“I don’t have time for this.” You roll your eyes, grabbing your suitcase and heading for the door. “Can you check me out of the hotel too since I assume that’s your job?”

“You assume?” He nearly chokes. “I’ve only been your manager for six years, but apparently that doesn’t mean anything to you.”

“Goodbye Jin.”

“Y/N,” He grabs your arm. “You have to do the make a wish thing before you go.”

“Just push it back a-”

“He might not have a week.”

You sigh. “Three days. Just give me three days and I promise I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?”

“Hawaii.”

He scoffs. “I’m supposed to believe you’re going to Hawaii for a family emergency?”

“I’ll be at a nursing home the whole time. It’s my… my grandfather.”

“I didn’t know your grandfather was still alive. After your parents died I thought…”

“Just barely. And I’m the only one left. I have to go see him. Please Jin.”

Jin sighs, letting go of your arm. “You have three days. And the moment you come back you’re right back on schedule. You won’t have a day off in between your next three shows.”

“Deal.” You agree, opening the door.

“Alright, put your mask on. Let’s get you to the airport.”

You dig through your purse, pulling out a face mask as you walk toward the elevator while Jin calls about a hundred people. You find out his full name is Kim Seokjin as he leads you out of the elevator and out to a black SUV.

“To the arena?” The driver asks.

“There’s been a change of plans Michi. Take us to the airport please.”

“Yes sir.” Michi starts the car and pulls off, obediently driving you to the airport, no questions asked. When you arrive at the airport, Jin grabs your arm before you can get out of the car.

“Remember. Three days. And be careful. No one knew you were coming so you shouldn’t get mobbed, but you don’t have security so stay under the radar.”

“I’ll be careful.” You nod before hopping out of the car, grabbing your bags and heading into the airport.

You breeze through the airport, no one except the security agents that read your name recognize you, and before you know it, you’re sitting on the airplane in first class. Before the airplane takes off, you take the opportunity to google yourself to see why you have a manager.

“Y/N is a Korean singer/songwriter.” Apparently you debuted when you were sixteen under IM entertainment and have been active ever since. During the flight you listen to your own music, thankful that it all sounds familiar to you and you know all the words. Damn. Never in your wildest dreams would you ever think this was a possibility for you to live, but here you are.

You hardly sleep through the twelve hour flight, your mind is too anxious. Will he even remember you? Will he want to see you? When you land you grab your bag and hail a cab to the nursing home, your stomach twisting in knots the entire time. When you arrive, you pay the driver and then head inside, taking off your face mask and walking up to the desk where a woman in scrubs is sitting. Please let you know english.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m here to see my grandfather.” Thank god.

“What’s his name?”

“Jeongguk Jeon.”

She types on her computer and then looks up at you in confusion. “Mr. Jeon doesn’t have any family listed in his file. You said you’re his granddaughter?”

“After my parents died, they were probably taken off his file. I’m all he has left.”

She eyes you suspiciously for a moment before shrugging. “Very well. Name please?”

“Y/N J-Jeon.”

She types in your name, prints out a visitor name tag for you and then stands up, motioning for you to walk with her. You follow her down several long hallways until you reach a door with Jeongguk’s name on it. She knocks as she opens the door. “Mr. Jeon, you have a visitor.” There he is. Sitting in a wheelchair facing toward the window opposite you.

“I don’t want to see the doctor.”

“It’s not the doctor Mr. Jeon. It’s your granddaughter.”

“I don’t have one.” He rasps, waving the nurse away.

She shrugs. “He has some memory problems, but maybe you can help jog them? I’ll be at my desk if you need anything.” The nurse states before disappearing, shutting the door behind you, leaving you alone with Jeongguk for the first time in, well, about seventy-one years.

You take a deep breath, steadying your nerves before crossing the room; the only sound being that of your footsteps, accompanied by your rapidly beating heart. You come to stand in front of him, but he doesn’t spare you a glance and it gives you a chance to study him as he looks out the window.

His hair has greyed to the point where it’s almost white, his face is filled with lines and creases that come with age, but his bunny teeth are still the same, his nose is still too big for his face, and his eyes are the same warm dark brown that you know, only now, they seem laced with an unknown sadness.

You kneel down in front of him, the movement causing him to look at you for the first time, and when he does it’s as if time itself stops. He stares at you, confusion written on his face, like he’s trying to place you and why you look so familiar, and then you see it. You can see the exact moment the memories come flooding back; his mouth drops open with the slightest gasp of recognition as his eyes grow wide, taking in the sight of you, the one he lost so long ago, appearing in front of him as if nothing has changed.

“Y-Y/N?” He whispers, one of his hands coming up to cup your face as if to make sure you’re actually here and not just a figment of his imagination.

“Hi Kook.” You offer a small smile, finally meeting his gaze.

You watch his eyes immediately brim with tears right before he grabs you and pulls you into his chest, holding you tightly as he sobs softly. You stay like this for a few minutes, enveloped in Jeongguk’s natural scent that you remember so vividly, taking comfort in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you until he pulls back, wiping the tears from your own eyes that you hadn’t even realized were falling.

“I… What… How?” Is all he can manage, staring at you in disbelief. “How?”

“If I told you, you’d think I was crazy.”

“I already do.” He teases with a smile.

You pull a chair up next to Jeongguk and take a seat before explaining everything to him; your childhood, the first jump, the haze and everything that happened after that up until now.

“So I hopped on the first plane here, hoping that you were the you I was looking for.”

“You jump through time?” He clarifies. You nod. “And you couldn’t have told me that sixty years ago?”

“You wouldn’t have believed me.”

“I would’ve believed anything. We thought Paul killed you. We thought his goons took you from the bar and killed you. I… I looked everywhere for you. I never stopped. I looked until I couldn’t walk anymore.”

“Jeongguk I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you wasted your life looking for me. I-”

“Shhh.” He shakes his head at you. “Just the thought that one day I might find you, that you might come back to me, it made it all worth it.” He smiles. “And here you are. You haven’t changed at all.”

“Neither have you.”

Jeongguk scoffs. “Have you seen my hair?”

“I have,” You chuckle, brushing his hair back. “But your eyes let me know that you’re the same Jeongguk I fell in love with.”

The two of you sit and chat for a long time. Hours. Jeongguk has you dig in his closet for an old photo album so he can show you everything he did while you were gone. He shows you picture after picture; the day his parents arrived in Hawaii, a week after you disappeared; him and Kono saying goodbye to Bits and Clara; one christmas when the girls came back to hawaii to surprise Kono and they all had dinner; his mugshot from when he was a suspect in your disappearance; a puppy he got; his enlistment photos from joining the US Army; photos from when he was stationed in Vietnam, the friends he made there, and the ones he lost. Overall, Jeongguk lived a good life, but a lonely one.

“Why didn’t you ever get married?” You ask.

“Can you grab my book off the nightstand there? And inside the drawer, there’s a wooden box, that too.” He points to the table beside his bed.

“Are you avoiding my question?” You tease as you stand and retrieve the book.

“No, I’m going to explain it. Give me the book.”

You hand the book and the box to him and sit back down in your chair, watching as he cracks the book open and pulls out his bookmark, handing it to you to look at as he digs through the box. You look at the bookmark closely and let out a soft gasp; it’s a very old, very worn picture that’s been taped up again and again to hold the pieces together and prolong its life, but it’s not the state of the picture that makes your heart ache, it’s what’s in the picture. It’s you. It’s the picture Clara took when you finally got your engagement ring back; you, standing nose to nose with Jeongguk, smiling as bright as the sun, your hands on his chest and his on your waist, the ring shining in the light.

“Jeongguk…” You whisper, turning to see him holding up your ring.

“You were the only one that ever deserved to put this ring on your finger.” He states, taking your hand and placing the ring in your palm.

“You kept it?” You ask, turning the gold band over and marveling at the ruby.

“Getting rid of it would’ve meant letting you go, and I could never bring myself to do that.” You sniffle as you wrap your arms tightly around Jeongguk, placing a kiss on his cheek before pulling back. “I want you to keep this. However long you’re here, in this life, I want you to have it.”

“J-Jeongguk I-”

“It’s yours.” He reminds you. “It always has been.” You nod, unable to speak as you take off your necklace and slip the ring onto the chain, fastening it back in place as Jeongguk begins to cough, bringing a handkerchief up to cover his mouth and then removing it once he’s finished and turning back to look at you.

You look at the corner of his mouth to see something red smeared on his bottom lip.

“Is that… blood?” You mumble, pointing to your own lip.

Jeongguk sighs. “Ah, I was hoping you wouldn’t see.”

“Jeongguk, what is it?”

“Lung cancer. Turns out smoking cigarettes isn’t good for you. It’s a good thing you came when you did, noona. I’m due to go soon.”

“Go…?”

He shrugs. “I’m ninety-two; I didn’t expect to live past thirty. I’ve made my peace with it. And now that I know you’re okay, I’m even more ready.”

“Come back to Korea with me.” You blurt.

“What?” He looks at you, confused.

“I-I have money in this life. I can get you doctors, medicine, anything you need. I can keep you safe.”

“Y/N, I wouldn’t even make the trip home.”

“Why not?”

“I saw the doctor yesterday, but I’ve known for a while. I’ve only got a few days left. My body isn’t strong enough to fight it anymore.”

“Kook no…”

“I’m afraid so.” He smiles sadly. There’s a moment of silence as you think of what to say.

“Jeongguk, would you mind if I stayed with you? Until…”

He nods as a tear slips down his cheek. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

It doesn’t take long at all. You spend all of the next two days together, reminiscing, but Jeongguk’s body is deteriorating rapidly and he only grows weaker. On the third morning, when you wake up in the cot the nurse dragged into Jeongguk’s room for you, you look over and notice Jeongguk is unusually still. You quickly leap up and rush to his side to find that at some point during the night, he passed in his sleep; silently, peacefully; his last words the night before being ‘I love you, noona. Sleep well’.

You weep, devastated at the loss, expecting the haze to come over you at any moment, but in the hours you sit there, nothing changes. You have to accept the fact: you’re stuck here. You gather yourself and when the nurse comes in to check on you again, you tell her you have to go.

Technically Jeongguk’s belongings have been left to the facility, but she lets you take whatever you want. You grab the photo album, the wooden box, and Jeongguk’s book, cradling them in your arms and walking back out to the front desk to work out a few details. You have Jeongguk’s body sent back to Busan so that you can bury him there, along with any of his things the facility doesn’t want, and then you pack your things and head back to the airport; you promised Jin you’d only be gone for three days.

When you arrive back in Daegu, Michi picks you up from the airport. He doesn’t say anything, simply giving you a sympathetic glance as he starts the car and immediately drives you to some sort of a stadium where things already seem to be busy, and it’s only eight in the morning.

When you arrive, Jin immediately escorts you inside. You arrive backstage where you’re fitted with a microphone, your in-ear monitors, and then pushed out on stage where things are still being set up. “Okay, we’re just going to run through the opening to get the sound adjusted and then we’ll take it from the top.” You look down at the soundbooth to see someone giving you a thumbs up.

“Got it.” You nod, walking out to the center of the stage and looking around. A strange and yet familiar melody starts playing as you take in the size of the stadium. There’s no way you sold tickets for all these seats. There’s nothing you wanted more when you were little than to have a life like this, but you never imagined it’d happen, not even in this bizarre way.

You run through the rehearsal with no problems and are escorted back to the green room afterwards to eat lunch while Jin barrages you with a thousand questions, but you ignore him mostly, stating that you simply don’t want to talk about it until after the concert is over. He sighs and nods in understanding before leaving the room. You relax for a few hours before you’re escorted to hair and makeup.

It takes about an hour and a half for them to get you fixed up, and then on your way to get changed, Jin stops you and pulls you back toward the green room.

“Jin, I have to get changed.”

“No, remember you have the make a wish thing first.”

“Oh, right. Okay.”

“His name is Taewon. He’s eight years old and he was diagnosed with leukemia when he was five.”

“Oh my god that’s awful.”

“I know. He was in remission for a year before the cancer came back and they say he’s… not doing well. His older brother takes him to some sort of children’s hospital in the United States that allows him treatment without having to pay. Their parents were killed in a car accident two years ago, so it’s just the two of them and Taewon’s greatest wish was to attend one of your concerts. I figured a small meet and greet wouldn’t be too taxing for you, but please be nice.”

“Of course I’ll be nice.” You scoff. How could he think you wouldn’t be? Jin knocks on the open door of the green room and pokes his head in.

“Taewon! I’ve got a surprise for you.” Jin enters the room and waves you in. You walk in after him to see a small, frail looking boy with a face mask on and a beanie covering what you assume to be a hairless head. Though you can’t see his mouth, the way his eyes light up tell you that he’s beaming.

“Oh my goodness…” He whispers.

“Hi Taewon! It’s nice to meet you!” You bow politely before walking over to him and shaking his hand.

“Oh my gosh it’s really you!” He squeaks. “You’re really Y/N!”

“It’s really me, how are you doing?" You crouch down in front of him.

"I'm great now!" He tugs on the sleeve of the tall blonde man next to him. "Hyung look!"

"I see her bud." The blonde man nods and smiles a rather dazzling half smile. "Why don't you tell her what you wanted to say?" Taewon looks down at the ground and shuffles his feet, seeming embarrassed. "Go on." He urges.

"I-I wanted to say that you're my most favorite-est singer in the whole world."

"Aw, thank you so much Taewon!" You smile brightly at him. "What's your favorite song?"

He perks up at this. "My favorite is 'Keep Going'! It's my theme song during treatment! My mommy used to sing it to me before she died." Your heart breaks a little when you remember that this boy is incredibly, and most likely, terminally ill, and to make life worse, his parents were also taken from him.

"Wonnie, she doesn't need to know that." The older boy scolds.

"No, it's okay." You shake your head before looking back at Taewon. "I just lost someone very close to me as well." You tell him, reaching up to grab the ring that hangs from your necklace.

"You did? Who was it?"

"Someone I loved very much."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Taewon whispers, patting your shoulder.

"Thank you." You smile at him again. "I really appreciate that."

"Do you need a hug?" He asks.

You nod. "That would be great." You get down on your knees and allow Taewon to wrap his arms around you for a quick hug. "Are you ready for the show?" You ask as he pulls away, allowing you to stand back up.

"Yes!" He shouts, clapping his hands together.

"We should probably go find our seats. I'm sure you have to finish getting ready." The older boy states.

You turn to Seokjin and whisper to him. "Did they get front row seats, or...?"

Seokjin looks panicked at your words. "You didn't specify so we gave them the best that was still available."

"Hm..." You think for a moment. "Can we let them watch backstage or something?"

Seokjin nods. "Sure, that shouldn't be a problem."

"Great." You turn back to the two boys. "Taewon, I've got a surprise for you. How would you like to watch the show from backstage?"

His eyes light up. "Backstage? Really?!"

"Of course! Anything for my biggest fan."

"Oh, thank you!" He cheers, running over to wrap his arms around your legs. "See hyung?" He turns back to his brother. “I told you cancer has perks!"

The elder boy throws his hands up. "You got me there."

"Right. Y/N, you have to get ready." Seokjin reminds you before turning to one of the guards. "Choi, please take Taewon and..." He pauses as he looks toward the elder boy.

"Oh, um Taehyung." He stutters. “Kim Taehyung.”

"Take Taewon and Taehyung to their new seats please." Choi nods and begins to usher the boys out of the room. You follow them, waving goodbye in the hallway.

"I'll see you guys soon!" You state before heading to your changing room. "Seokjin?" You call as you walk.

"Yeah?"

"I want you to get that little boy anything his heart desires. Food, toys, merch, anything, got it?"

"Got it." He nods as you reach the changing room door and turn to him.

"And I want to change the encore to 'Keep Going'."

"Alright. I'll let them know." Seokjin reaches for his headset. "Now go get changed, you're on in ten!"

You fly through the concert no problem before finally reaching the encore. you stand just off stage as you hear everyone chanting "one more song!". An addicting rush floods through your body as you check your mic before walking back out on stage as the crowd starts to cheer.

"I've got one more song for you tonight Daegu, how does that sound?" You smile as everyone cheers in excitement. "Good, I'm glad. I'd like to dedicate this song to a very special friend of mine." You look over into the wing where Taewon is watching you. "He told me today that this was his favorite song, so if it's okay with you, I'd like to sing it for him." Your fans cheer and you wave over at Taewon, beckoning him out onto the stage with you. He looks up at his brother for permission, and when Taehyung nods, the younger boy scrambles to his feet and sprints out onto the stage with you. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet my friend, Kim Taewon." You hold your hand held mic out to him and whisper, "Say hello."

"Hello!" He smiles. "My name is Kim Taewon. I'm seven years old and I have leukemia!" He states, causing everyone in the crowd to "Aw" in sympathy as you nod to the sound guys to start the song. As the first few notes play, Taewon's face lights up. "This song's my favorite!" He exclaims into the mic.

You pat him on the shoulder. "This one's for you."

You sing to Taewon, letting him sing along whenever he wants to, bringing tears to the eyes of many of your fans. When the song ends, you say one final goodbye, give a grateful bow and lead Taewon off stage. You have the two boys wait in the green room while you change and wipe the mountain of makeup off of your face. As you change, you ask Jin to call Michi to take them home in the nicest car.

When you're clean, you walk back out to the green room in some shorts and an old shirt, knocking as you enter. "It's me."

"Y/N!" Taewon runs over and wraps his arms around your legs. "That was the coolest thing ever! You do that every night?"

You giggle at his enthusiasm. "Not every night, but sometimes it feels like it."

"I wanna be a singer when I grow up! Do you think they liked me? Do you think I could?"

"Definitely! You can do anything you want Taewon." You smile bittersweetly, knowing it's likely he won't live long enough to even graduate high school.

"I'm gonna start working really hard on my singing!"

Just then, Jin walks into the room. "The cars are here." He states, and you nod at him.

"I guess we should head out then." Taehyung says.

"Actually, one of the cars is for the two of you."

Taehyung's eyes go wide. "Really?"

"Yeah," You nod. "One last bit of fun. Taewon!" You turn to the younger boy. "Follow my friend Jin here, for your last surprise!"

"Okay!" Taewon takes off out of the room after Jin while you and Taehyung follow a bit farther back.

“Hey.” Taehyung whispers as you walk.

“Hm?” You look over at him.

“I… I just wanted to say thank you. You know… For being so nice to him.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” You shake your head.

“No.” He grabs your arm and stops you. “I really do.” He bows deeply to you in gratitude. “Thank you so much. I know it must’ve been difficult to see him during your busy schedule; and I really appreciate everything that you’ve done for him tonight.” Taehyung stands back up and looks ahead to where his brother is tugging on Seokjin’s arm.

"Really, it's no problem. Taewon's a great kid, and he's lucky to have you as his brother."

"Nah." Taehyung shakes his head as you start walking again. "I'm lucky to have him."

You walk in silence until you reach the back bay of the stadium where Taewon is currently scrambling to climb into the SUV you provided. Taehyung helps his brother in the rest of the way before turning back to you.

"Thanks again, for everything."

You nod, smiling at him. "Get home safe, and if you ever need anything, just let me know."

"Ah, don't worry about it."

"I'm serious. Here, give me your phone." You hold out your hand. Taehyung hesitates, but eventually unlocks his phone and lays it in your hand. You quickly type your number in, send yourself a text, and then hand him back the phone. "There. That's my personal cell phone. Please call, and I mean for anything." He nods, climbing into the car and rolling down the window. "Taewon!" You call, getting the younger boy's attention. "Your brother has my number. If you need anything, even if you just want me to visit while I'm in town, just let me know, okay?"

His eyes light up. "Okay!"

Taehyung gives you a small smile. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." You return the smile and wave as they drive away.

You text Taehyung everytime you're in Daegu for the next three months. You even invited him to a music video shoot nearby, but he never responds. Did he change his number? Does he not want your help? You can't figure out why it upsets you so much, you only met him once; but something about Taehyung draws you to him.

A month and half later, on a rainy afternoon in May as you're relaxing at your house discussing possible TV appearances with Jin, your phone starts to buzz beside you and you pick it up to finally see his name flash on the screen. Kim Taehyung. Suddenly you're scrambling to answer.

"Hello?"

"Um, hi Y/N. I don't know if you remember me or not-"

"Of course I remember you Taehyung." You can't help but smile.

"O-oh. Okay. Um... Sorry for not messaging you back, we've been a little busy."

"It's alright, don't worry about it. How are you?"

You hear him sigh on the other end of the line. "To be honest, I'm out of options..."

"What do you mean?" You inquire, concerned by the tone of his voice.

Another sigh. "How quickly can you get to Daegu?"

"I'm in Busan so maybe an hour and a half if I drive?

"Okay." It's quiet for a moment.

"Taehyung-" You're interrupted when your phone buzzes against your ear.

"Can you meet me at the address I just texted you?"

"Sure, but Taehyung, what's going on?"

"I... I'd rather tell you in person." His voice cracks just a bit. "Just please meet me as soon as you can."

"Okay, I'm on my way right now."

"Thank you..." Click. Your phone beeps, signaling the end of the call.

"What was that about?" Jin asks, his interest clearly piqued.

You ignore him as you plug the address into the GPS on your phone. "Daegu Gyeongsang Hospital?" You think for a moment before realization hits you and you gasp. "Taewon."

"The cancer kid?"

"How fast can we get to Daegu?"

"Like you said. An hour and a half maybe?"

"Call Michi, we're leaving now."

"Y/N, what's going on?" Jin gets up and follows you to your room as you begin throwing clothes into a bag.

"I think Taewon's in the hospital."

Seokjin sighs before grabbing his phone and dialing a number. "Michi? Get ready. We're going to Daegu."

An hour and fifteen minutes later, you walk through the front door of the hospital and walk up to the counter with a mask and a hat on, Jin trailing close behind.

"Kim Taewon?" You ask as you walk up to the front desk.

"Your name?" The nurse questions as Jin walks up.

"You cannot tell anyone that she is here." Jin tells the nurse. "We don't need the press blowing this out of proportion."

The nurse looks confused until you pull down your mask and her eyes go wide. "O-oh my god..."

"Sorry, but I'm in a bit of a hurry. Can you freak out after you tell me where Kim Taewon's room is?"

"Right, s-sorry." She looks up his name on her computer. "He's in the pediatric ward, room 532. C-can I have your autograph?" You smile at her and take the piece of paper and pen she hands you, signing it for her before looking back at Jin.

"You go ahead, I'll get things sorted here and then be up." Jin states. You nod and then head off in the direction the nurse points you in, taking the elevators to the fifth floor and searching for room 532.

It takes you a few minutes, but you soon recognize a mess of blonde hair standing at one of the nurse's stations, staring at his phone. "Taehyung!"

His head snaps up to locate your voice. When his eyes land on you, he smiles. "Y/N."

"What's going on?" You ask, slightly out of breath.

His smile disappears. "Come with me." He leads you across the hall and around the corner to room 532 and opens the door to reveal Taewon fast asleep on the bed. Taewon has all sorts of wires and tubes hooked up to him; his breathing is shallow and harsh; and he looks so pale and frail; nothing like he was just a few months ago.

"What happened?" You ask quietly, not wanting to wake the sleeping boy.

"He relapsed..." Taehyung whispers, looking as though he's holding back tears. "And he's just getting worse by the day, I... I don't know what to do." Taehyung collapses to his knees and you crouch beside him to hold him up, helping him back to his feet and escorting him out of the room over to the small seating area, shutting the door to Taewon's room behind you.

You allow Taehyung to cry on your shoulder, doing your best to comfort him as you wait for him to speak again. He gathers himself faster than you thought he would and sniffles as he explains.

"It was about two weeks after we met you. He started getting headaches and was getting sick at night so we came in for a checkup and..." He sighs. "It's back. And it's worse this time around. He can barely eat or walk, all he does is sleep. They've got him on this medicine and even though he says it's helping him, I don't think it actually is. And I don't have the money to fly back to the children's hospital in the United states. I can't even afford to drive to Seoul." He shakes his head. "Not that it matters, he can't travel. You saw him."

"What are they doing for him here?"

"More chemotherapy." Taehyung states. "But I don't know if he can do it any more. He's just so tired. I'm afraid... I don't think his body can continue to fight. And I don't want to force him, but I don't want to lose him." His tears start rolling down his cheeks again, but he does his best to hold it together. "Honestly I don't even know why I called you. It's just hard doing this alone..."

"Taehyung I'm so sorry... Is there anything I can do?"

"I can't ask you to do anything. I'm sure you have a busy schedule. I guess I just wanted you to know. He looks up to you so it would mean a lot if you talked to him."

"Of course. Anything."

Just then you hear a voice from inside the room. "Hyung!"

Taehyung leaps to his feet and hurries over to open the door and pokes his head inside wearing a forced smile. "Finally awake?" You don't hear the response, but Taehyung motions for you to join him. "Bored? Well, it's a good thing I brought back a surprise!"

When you walk up behind Taehyung, you hear an excited but exhausted voice. "What is it? Show me!"

Taehyung looks back at you and you nod, watching as he opens the door to reveal you to his little brother. You watch Taewon's eyes grow wide in amazement. "Y/N! You're here! What are you doing here?!" He squeaks.

"I heard my biggest fan wasn't feeling well. I had to come check on you!" You explain.

"I'm okay!" He smiles. "It's just a relapse, I've been through it before."

Your heart breaks at the way he says it so nonchalantly. "Well I'm glad to see that! You had me worried for a moment."

You go in and sit on the end of Taewon's bed, casually chatting with him for hours while Taehyung sits in a chair and watches silently. You don't realize how late it's gotten until the nurse comes into the room to give Taewon his nightly medicine and not so subtly states that he should be resting.

You agree, and help tuck Taewon in before saying goodnight and following Taehyung out to see Jin waiting on the bench outside of the room. You forgot he was here.

"All finished for the night?" He asks as you shut the door behind you. You nod. "Good." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card. "Here's your room key, you're booked across the street."

"You don't have to stay." Taehyung shakes his head. "I couldn't ask you-"

"I want to." You assure him. "My tour’s over and I have a couple weeks off in my schedule. I'm here for as long as you need me." You give his arm a squeeze.

Taehyung's eyes well up with tears again. "Thank you. So much, I... I don't know how to repay you."

"Don't worry about it. Anything you need, just ask."

He nods, sniffling a bit as you say goodnight before heading back to your hotel with Seokjin.

For the next two weeks, you spend every day with Taewon and Taehyung; talking, laughing, sneaking the younger boy snacks, keeping him company when Taehyung has to run errands for a few hours every day; you enjoy befriending them both, they're both incredibly sweet and funny, and you like spending time with them, Taewon reminds you so much of the little brother you left behind with your parents.

Unfortunately, Taewon's condition only worsens the longer you stay, and it seems as though Taehyung's energy is being sapped along with his younger brother's. By the end of the second week, Taewon sleeps more and more, eating and laughing less, it usually ends up just being you and Taehyung watching TV or playing cards together, letting the younger boy rest as much as possible.

At the end of the second week, after Taehyung loses the last round of poker that he can possibly stand losing, you pop one last cookie in your mouth before you start gathering your things. You look up as Taehyung runs his fingers through his hair with a sigh.

"Tired of losing?" You tease.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Just... a lot on my mind."

"Wanna have a drink?" You blurt.

"A drink?" He repeats.

You nod. "Why not?"

Taehyung hesitates as he looks over at the bed where his brother is sleeping. "I should... I should stay with him."

"Come on, the nurse is here, she'll give you a pager. Taewon's asleep and will be for hours. Let's go have a drink."

Taehyung looks over at his sleeping brother once more before he nods. "You're right, I could use one."

The nurse gives Taehyung an emergency pager, and after he tells the nurse a million times to page him when Taewon wakes up, you manage to drag Taehyung out of the hospital and up to your room across the street. You open the door and lead him inside, raiding the mini fridge. "What's your drink of choice?"

"Um. Soju? Or vodka."

You take all the bottles of soju out and carry them over to the bed, taking a seat on it and then gesturing for Taehyung to do the same. He carefully takes a seat on the bed with you, watching as you crack open a bottle and take a long swig.

"Thirsty?" He smirks.

"Just a bit." You nod before handing him the bottle. "Your turn."

He takes the bottle with a smile. "I've never had a drink with a celebrity before."

"Just think of it as drinking with a friend." You state. He smiles wider, raising the bottle to you before chugging nearly half of it. "Ah, apparently someone else is thirsty."

Two hours and four bottles later, the two of you are absolutely wrecked. You're rolling on the bed cackling as you watch TV and tell stories.

"I'm telling you! He walked right in there, and screamed his new favorite word. Our parents were mortified. You should have seen the look on my dad's face."

"Just screamed it?" You snort.

"He said 'Fucking bastard!' I thought she was going to fall over."

"I'm glad he's always been just as spirited as he is now."

"Oh yeah." Taehyung smiles bittersweetly, suddenly quieter. "Always has been."

You roll over to face him, seeing the sadness in his eyes. "He's a great kid."

Taehyung nods. "I just wish I could see him grow up."

"Hey, there's a chance, isn't there? He could get better again."

"Even if he does, I won't be around to see it."

"What do you mean?" You sit up on your elbows.

"Oh, um... It's nothing."

"No," You shove his shoulder. "You can't just say something like that and not explain."

He sighs. "I didn't want to tell anyone because I didn't want them to worry... Um, I..." He rubs his forehead. "I also... h-have... I have cancer."

"What...?" You ask in disbelief. "What kind?"

"It's in my heart. Well, the tumor is. Apparently it's rare, and there's no known treatment."

"So... When you disappear every day-?"

"I'm getting experimental tests done." He rolls up his sleeves and shows you the numerous bruises on his arms from different IV's and medicine injections.

"Taehyung, why-"

"Because I didn't want Taewon to worry. The focus should be on him, not me."

"But-"

"There's no point in worrying about me when nothing can be done. He could still pull through."

"Don't you think in two years he'll want to know why he's still alive, but you aren't? You're all he has, Taehyung."

"I guess... I never thought about it. I don't think about the future much..."

"Taehyung, I'm so sorry."

He shrugs. "It's okay. I've come to terms with it, there's just still so much I wish I could do."

"I can only imagine. Never growing up, or graduating college, or going on a date, or-"

"Woah, I've been on dates."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to assume."

He chuckles. "What did you think, I was a virgin or something." You hesitate a second too long and his eyes go wide in disbelief. "You did, didn't you?!"

"I mean..."

"Do I give off that vibe?" He sounds panicked.

"Not necessarily. I just figured since you've been taking care of your brother so long-"

"That I've never done anything?" He snorts in disapproval. "I can prove I'm not a virgin." He points at you and a sudden heat flushes your cheeks. It takes a few seconds for him to realize what he said, but when he does he quickly becomes shy. "I just meant... I know what I'm doing." He finishes his drink and sighs. "I should get going."

"You can sleep here."

"Oh god, no I couldn't."

"Come on, they gave me a room with two beds. You can use one of them."

He sighs. "I guess it's better than that cot I've been sleeping on."

"Exactly."

Two weeks later, Taehyung has been staying at the hotel with you every night since the first night you invited him to use the spare bed, getting to know each other better, growing closer as the days pass. Last night, you and Taehyung got drunk again, and you don't remember falling asleep, but you wake up to the sound of very loud beeping.

"Hm? What the..." You realize what it is and sit up in a panic, chucking a pillow at the sleeping figure in the other bed. "Taehyung."

"Huh?" He jumps. "What?"

"It's your pager."

It takes a moment for it to register before he leaps out of bed and scrambles to scoop the pager off the table. "It says it's an emergency." He quickly jumps into action, grabbing his jacket and throwing it on as you do the same before you both run out of the room and across the street to the hospital.

"What happened?" Taehyung asks as the elevator doors open on Taewon's floor.

"Taehyung, what’s wrong?" The head nurse smiles when she sees you both walk in, until she sees the look on your faces.

“You paged an emergency.” Taehyung states, waving the pager in front of himself.

“No I didn’t.” She takes the pager from Taehyung and looks at it before her eyes widen in realization. “Ah, I think I know what happened here. Follow me.” She leads you to Taewon’s room and opens the door. “Taewon, is this why you wanted to sit at my desk earlier?” She gestures to Taehyung as he walks in the room.

“I was booooored.” Taewon whines, causing you and Taehyung to breathe a sigh of relief. Taehyung scolds the younger boy, explaining to him why he should only do that when there’s a real emergency, otherwise he just needs to text one of you.

It's hard to watch as the younger boy lays there smiling at the two of you, clearly not seeing his own wrong-doing, or simply choosing to ignore it. If only he knew that even if he gets better, from here on out, Taehyung will only get worse. He's already starting to show signs of fatigue, and the new medicine they're trying has the older boy losing weight at a rapid pace. You don’t want to acknowledge it, but you can see it in Taehyung’s eyes, he's already starting to give up.

Around dinner time, you head to the cafeteria with the boys, pushing Taewon in his wheelchair down the halls, doing your best to keep them both laughing. The elevator doors open on the floor where the cafeteria sits and you immediately hear, "There she is!".

You're assaulted by the flashing of cameras and instantly move to cover your friends faces as paparazzi call out your name, bombarding you with questions as you slam your hand on the door close button. The doors finally shut and you press the button for the children's ward again.

"W-What just happened?" Taehyung asks.

"I'm so sorry." You whisper. "I should've been more careful."

"Y/N-"

The doors open and you walk up to the nurse's station on a mission. "Taewon needs to be moved to the private wing."

The nurse jumps at your words, your sudden demand startling her. "Why?"

"I'll explain later. Can we move him now?"

"The private wing is um... a bit more expensive." She states, looking over at Taehyung.

"I'll take care of it. Just get him moved now."

Five minutes later you're walking down the hallway of the private wing, on your way to Taewon's new room. His new room is bigger, with a better bed, tv, and even room service. There is also a guest bedroom with a king sized bed attached to the room.

"Woah!" Taewon gasps as you wheel him in. "This is so cool!" Taehyung helps his little brother move to the bed just as Seokjin appears in the doorway, out of breath.

"I've been looking for you all over this damn hospital."

"Seokjin." You scold his language, nodding your head at Taewon.

"It's okay Y/N. I've heard hyung say damn before!" Taewon states, making the three of you laugh as Seokjin catches his breath.

"Jin, what happened?"

"This," He hands you a tabloid. "Came out this morning."

You take the paper from him and open it up to see the headline, ‘Y/N's new secret boyfriend, and a baby on the way?’ above a giant picture of you and Taehyung walking out of the hospital just last night along with a second picture of you both going into the hotel across the street.

"Shit..." You mumble, turning to the older boy. "Taehyung, I'm so sorry."

He takes the paper from you and his eyes go wide. "What the... Oh my god."

"Y/N, you're having a baby?!" Taewon squeaks with joy. "I knew you two were in love!"

"Taewon-" Taehyung rolls his eyes.

"Um, no sweetie." You shake your head, your cheeks flushing red. "Sometimes newspapers like to say things that aren't true.”

"They lie?" You nod. "Why would they do that?"

"To make people read their stories." Seokjin sighs. "To get people's attention."

"I would rather read the truth." Taewon states matter of factly.

"And that's why we keep you around." Taehyung laughs, ruffling his brother's hair.

"What do we do?" You turn to Seokjin.

He rubs his neck. "You should be safe here." He states. "But the company is furious and wants you to post the truth to your social media before rumors get too out of hand."

"Okay, I'll do that tonight."

Alright." He nods. "I have to go make arrangements with security, but I'll see you later." And with that, he leaves.

The next few hours are spent getting Taewon adjusted to his new room, ordering food, watching tv, and figuring out a script for your video. As you're filming, you introduce the two Kim boys, reiterating that you're not pregnant, you've been visiting Taewon in the hospital to make sure he gets better.

You send the video to Seokjin who quickly approves it, allowing you to post it on your social media. Fans quickly comment their support and understanding and you breathe a sigh of relief, ignoring the hate comments as per usual. Taewon seems amazed at how quickly the video blows up as you show him all the comments cheering him on and telling him to feel better; and thus the three of you can relax again.

When the movie you're watching is over, Taewon sighs and turns to you. " Noona, are you sure you're not in love with hyungie?"

You choke on your water as Taehyung scolds the younger boy. "Taewon, enough."

"But you guys are together all the time! And you're always laughing and whispering together! Just like in the movies!" Taewon whines.

"We're just friends, Taewon." You shrug. "Just good friends."

"Well, can you fall in love already? I want you to be happy."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." You explain.

"Exactly." Taehyung agrees. "Besides, I'm sure Y/N has a famous idol boyfriend already."

"I actually don't, but that doesn't change the fact that you can't force people to fall in love. And you can't choose who you fall in love with either..." You trail off as your fingers play with the ring dangling from your necklace. You haven’t thought about him in a few days but your heart aches the same. “Anyway, I should probably get going so that someone can get some sleep.” You stand up and walk over to Taewon, ruffling his hair before saying goodnight and walking up to the door.

“You aren’t staying here?” Taehyung asks, following you out into the hallway.

“And give the papers more to talk about.” You shake your head. “I’ll just be across the street if you need me.” He hesitates before nodding, letting you go.

As you settle into your bed, you can't help but notice just how quiet your hotel room is without Taehyung in it. You didn't realize how soothing his snoring had become. You toss and turn in your bed, unable to shut your eyes for more than a few seconds until your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You pick it up to see a message from Taehyung.

Taehyung (11:37pm): Can you sleep?

Can he read minds?

You (11:37 pm): Not without the sound of you snoring Taehyung (11:38 pm): wow. Here I am being a good friend, checking on you. and you insult me! You (11:39 pm): lmao You either? Taehyung (11:39 pm): Nah. This room feels weird. You (11:40 pm): It feels weird? Taehyung (11:40 pm): Yeah, I don't know how to explain it. I guess I got used to sleeping without the sound of hospital machines beeping. You (11:40 pm): Turn on the tv? Taehyung (11:41 pm): I tried that already. I don't even feel tired any more You (11:42 pm): Do you want to go for a drive? Taehyung (11:42 pm): A drive? You (11:43 pm): Yeah. You know, like in a car? Taehyung (11:44 pm): Won't you get in trouble? You (11:45 pm): Meet me out front in fifteen

After getting dressed and convincing Michi to let you borrow the car without telling Seokjin, you're parked outside the front entrance of the hospital waiting for Taehyung. You jump at the sudden knock on the window until you see it's Taehyung and unlock the car. He climbs into the passenger seat and the two of you take off.

"Your driver actually let you take the car?" He asks.

"Yeah, apparently I do it all the time."

"Apparently?" He looks confused.

You hesitate. "It's uh, hard to explain..."

"Alright. So where are we going?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "You know the area, is there anywhere we can go to just chill?"

"I know just the place."

Taehyung directs you the rest of the way, and before long you pull up a driveway to a small house surrounded by trees. As you get out of the car you hear nothing but crickets chirping and bugs buzzing, even the stars seem brighter out here.

"Where are we?"

"Welcome to my house."

"Your house?"

"You didn't think we lived at the hospital, did you?"

You shake your head as you follow him. "So this is where you grew up?"

"Mhm." He leads you around the yard to the back of the house where there's a small patio with a firepit. "S'mores?"

You can't help but smile. "Sounds great."

After your fifth s'more, as you lick your fingers clean, you catch Taehyung staring at you. "What?" You ask.

"Nothing." He shakes his head, going back to poking at the fire, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "You're just... You're not what I expected."

"Well what did you expect?"

"Definitely not someone who can down five s'mores in twenty minutes."

"Shut up." You giggle as you shove his arm. "You've had like thirteen."

"I'm just saying, the media does a great job painting you as a dainty... block of ice."

"Ice?" Your eyebrows furrow. "Do you think I'm that cold?"

"No, no not anymore." He explains. "But I definitely didn't think you'd be this chill. You seem so proper in your interviews, I was worried when Taewon chose you as his wish , I didn't..." He clears his throat. "I didn't think this sort of stuff meant anything to you which is why you kept putting it off."

"Not at all. I had to reschedule because of my hus- uh... s-some family problems." You reach up and twirl the ring in your fingers. Taehyung observes you, but doesn't press the matter.

"I'm glad you called me out here actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"What's up?" You look up to see his face has become very serious. "Taehyung?"

He sighs. "Next week I've decided to have experimental surgery to try and remove the tumor."

"W-what?" You gasp.

"Don't try to change my mind. If there's a chance I can get rid of this thing, I want to do it."

"Taehyung, that's insane. There's still other treatments you could-"

"Y/N, don't." He scoots closer and grabs your hands. "I told you I've already made up my mind."

"But-"

"No but's." He shakes his head. "However, there's something I need you to do for me."

"Anything." You nod.

Taehyung sighs again. "Unfortunately, there's only a ten percent survival rate for this surgery."

"Taehyung-"

"Listen." He scolds. "I don't plan on going anywhere, but if I do, I want you to take care of Taewon for me."

"You want me to be his guardian?"

He nods. "I know it sounds crazy , but you're the only one I trust. And you're the only one he has. I can't let him go into foster care. I can't do that to him. Please, promise me you'll take care of him?"

"As if he were my own brother." You agree.

"Really?" Taehyung seems surprised by your answer.

"Of course." You mumble. "But Taehyung..." You sniffle, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. "You're... You're not allowed to go anywhere, okay?"

"Y/N..." He reaches a hand up and wipes away a tear that has slipped down your cheek as you meet his gaze. "Don't cry."

"Don't go."

He offers you a small smile. "I'm not going anywhere."

The two of you sit out until early in the morning when the fire dies before Taehyung leads you inside the house and into what must be his bedroom. When he flicks on the light, he realizes a problem.

“Um. I can go sleep in Taewon’s room if you want to sleep here. His bed’s a little small.”

“We can share.” You state. He looks at you, bewildered, and you just nod.

You pull the covers back and both climb under, turning face to face as you close your eyes and breathe in, inhaling Taehyung’s now slightly smoky scent. You open your eyes again to see Taehyung observing you closely and you raise your eyebrows to ask why.

It's quiet for a few seconds, the two of you locked in this moment until Taehyung leans forward and presses a gentle kiss against your lips. He rests his forehead against yours as you breathe out shakily. He places another kiss against your cheek. "I'm not going anywhere."

He pulls back and your eyes meet once more. You can't tell if it's all the emotion in the air, the underlying loneliness and feelings you've been repressing, or a mixture of both, but as you look into Taehyung's eyes, you realize you're ready.

You both silently agree on what's about to happen and Taehyung immediately reaches for you, pulling you against him and planting his lips on yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair as an attempt to get closer. His lips are soft and plump and it doesn't take long for his tongue to flick against your mouth which you happily accept, tugging on his blonde locks and eliciting a soft grunt from him as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Taehyung's hands are all over your body until he finally reaches down to unbutton your shorts before yanking them down your legs and then shedding his own pants. He quickly climbs on top of you, settling himself between your legs as his lips find your neck. He licks and bites at your skin as one of his hands slides under your shirt and under your bra to fondle your breast. He does his best, but your bra keeps getting in the way.

"This won't do." He mutters, sitting up and pulling your shirt off over your head before reaching around and unhooking your bra while he kisses you deeply. You're left short of breath as Taehyung tosses your bra aside and focuses his mouth on your breasts instead. He plants wet kisses on your chest before flicking his tongue across your nipple , making you gasp. He squeezes your breasts together as he smirks up at you. "You're beautiful, you know."

"Me?" You scoff. "Have you looked in a mirror?"

Taehyung simply shrugs, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples; back and forth, back and forth; making you squirm beneath him. He watches you closely, relishing in your reaction and occasionally letting his tongue graze across the hardening buds.

When he's finished teasing you, he kisses his way down your body, tugging off your underwear before laying on his stomach in front of you and trying to spread your legs.

"W-What are you doing?"

"What do you mean what am I doing?" He giggles until he sees the look on your face. "Wait, has... No one's ever gone down on you before?"

"No..." You admit.

He stares at you, shocked. "Are you serious?"

"I've only had sex with one other person!"

"Oh. Really?" You nod. "How long has it been?"

"70 years technically." You mutter under your breath.

"How many?"

"Uh. S-seven years."

"Wow, so since you debuted basically."

You guess that's when you debuted. "Yeah, I haven't really had a chance since."

"Do you want me to try and see how you like it?" He asks.

You hesitate. "I-I guess so."

"You sure? I don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable."

"N-no. Go ahead."

Taehyung nods, keeping your legs closed as he pushes them back into your chest, beginning by placing soft kisses all over the backs of your thighs as his lips wander closer and closer to your center until finally you feel the first brush of his fingers against you. He lightly drags his thumb down over your folds, pressing ever so lightly before running his tongue up in the opposite direction, making you gasp. He tries to spread your legs again, but you still hesitate.

"Do you trust me?" He asks, looking up at you. You nod, and finally allow him to spread your legs.

You watch as he brings his mouth down to your center and flicks his tongue out once more, licking a long stripe up your center before poking his way into your folds and gently prodding his tongue at you until you're begging for more. He happily obliges, settling his face between your thighs and rubbing his tongue against your clit, making you shiver.

You've never felt anything like this before. It doesn't feel this good when you do it yourself; how does his tongue even move that fast? Your hands automatically tangle themselves in his hair, tugging gently whenever his tongue presses down particularly hard. After a few minutes of this blissful torture, Taehyung's thumb returns, rubbing lightly around your soaked entrance. When he realizes how wet he's made you, he smirks against you.

"Damn, you get worked up easily." He teases.

"Shut up." You mumble, pulling on his hair harder to get him to go back to what he was doing.

Taehyung obeys your wishes and this time wraps his lips around your bundle of nerves, sucking on it delicately. You feel his thumb pull away and it's quickly replaced by two of his long fingers which he presses against your core until they find their way deep inside you. You let out a strangled moan, thrusting your hips up into his face, making him chuckle as he continues his ministrations.

He slowly pumps his fingers in and out while his lips and tongue stay focused on your clit, his tongue picking up speed as his fingers do. Suddenly he curls his fingers forward inside you and your breath is taken away as he rubs against your g-spot.

"Oh fuck!" You whimper, squirming beneath his touch. You chance a glance down at Taehyung to see him staring back up at you, smirking, and you immediately look away, blushing.

You're panting now, your body unable to hold back as you feel your orgasm creeping in on you. Taehyung moans against your center, vibrating your body as you look down at him again; this time his eyes are closed, and you can see him rutting his hips against the bed, chasing his own friction. He sucks harder, his tongue moving faster as he tries to get you off so he can stop teasing himself more than anything. It doesn't take much more, just a few good flicks of his wrist and you start to unravel beneath him.

"T-Taehyung, I'm... I'm gonna-" You try to warn him. He only nods against you, sucking on your bundle harshly as he helps you fall apart with a cry of his name. "Taehyung!" You gasp as your body is flooded with the warmth of your orgasm, your thighs quivering around Taehyung's head as you drench his chin and fingers with your release. Your body shakes and your core pulses as Taehyung coasts you through, pulling off as you calm down and resting his head on your lower abdomen as you attempt to catch your breath.

"Okay, that was hot as hell." He states, reaching up to absentmindedly play with your breast. "You good?"

You nod as your breath comes back to you. That was way more powerful than your last orgasm. "Holy shit."

"I told you I knew what I was doing." He smiles.

"And you were right." You admit. Taehyung seems pleased by this as he climbs up your body to kiss you, the taste of yourself lingering on his tongue as he slides it past your lips. That's when you feel Taehyung's length pressing against your thigh as he lays on top of you; hard and throbbing, aching to be inside you if the way his hips press against you is any indication. "Do you want me to, um. Return the favor?" You ask.

He shakes his head. "I just want to be inside you. You felt so tight." He groans in your ear, sending heat flooding back between your legs. You wrap your legs around him and pull him close.

"I'm ready if you are."

"Already?" He asks, surprised.

"Mhm." You nod shyly. "Please?"

Taehyung quickly sits up and sheds his boxers. You watch as his hard length bounces, amazed to see it dripping. "Wait, shit. I don't have a condom."

"Don't worry about it, I’ve got it covered." You hurry him, pulling him back down to you.

"Hey," He cups your face as he leans over you. "Let me enjoy this. Slow down."

"Sorry." You giggle.

"It's not every day I get to fuck an idol."

"Hey!" You roll your eyes, laughing as you smack his chest. "Come on."

He smiles as he leans down and kisses you again, scooting forward and rubbing against you, coating himself in your juices before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in. You gasp as he fills you, the sensation overwhelming you as you moan low in your chest. Taehyung grits his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of you wrapped around his length. When he fills you to the hilt, you both breathe out as he opens his eyes again to gaze down at you.

“Damn. I didn’t think you were going to be this tight.” He grunts, leaning down to kiss you once more.

“Please move.” You beg, your hands squeezing his shoulders.

Taehyung nods, pulling his hips back to smack them into you again, and again, and again. He builds a slow, but satisfying rhythm, filling you completely each time before pulling out again. You get lost in the feeling of Taehyung thrusting into you, both of you caught up in this intimate moment with each other. You tug on his hair, eliciting the sweetest of moans from his lips moments before they reattach to yours.

“Harder…” You whisper when you come up for breath. He groans in agreement, obeying your wishes as he fucks you harder, his hips slapping against yours with a sweet smacking sound as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Suddenly he angles his thrusts upward and his cock brushes against a spot that has you keening against him, loving the way it makes you feel.

“Oh fuck~!” You whimper.

Taehyung smirks as he repeats the motion, over and over, he slams into the spot so hard you see stars. Suddenly you feel that now familiar feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach. “T-Taehyung…”

“I know, I know.” He pants, picking up his pace and watching your breasts bounce as he does. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You can only nod, too far gone for words at this point. It’s only a few more thrusts before you come undone in his arms, your entire body quivering as you moan from the force of your orgasm. Taehyung rides it out with you, making sure you’re finished before he pulls out and strokes himself to completion on your stomach, groaning softly.

The two of you stay there panting for a while, relishing in the moment with each other as you both come down from your highs. Taehyung eventually gets up and slips his boxers back on, shuffling over to the bathroom and returning with a damp washcloth. He cleans you off and then tosses the cloth aside, giving you his shirt to put on before he crawls back onto the bed with you, curling up behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

Taehyung kisses your cheek softly, pulling you close. You lay there in the silence for a while, neither of you wanting to disturb the moment, but as you’re about to drift off Taehyung speaks. “Y/N, can I tell you something?”

“Mm.” You mumble an acknowledgement.

“I think Taewon was right.”

You roll over to face him. “How so?”

“I think… I think I’m falling in love with you.” He whispers, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

Your heart thumps so hard in your chest, you’re afraid he can hear it. “Really?” You ask. He nods, meeting your gaze and looking for a response. You decide to tell him the truth. If this is the last moment you have with him, you want him to know. “I love you too.”

A week later, you wake up and sunlight is filtering in through the blinds. You slowly stretch, feeling someone’s arms wrapped around your waist. You smile to yourself, settling back into his embrace when your phone buzzes on the nightstand next to you. You pick it up to see it’s a message from your lawyer who you contacted the day before.

Lawyer Sooyoung (10:22 am): Hey, I have everything together for you if you want to meet today and sign it! You (10:23am): Perfect! If you could bring it by this address later, I'll be here all day!

You send her Taehyung’s address and then put your phone back down. Today’s the last day before Taehyung’s surgery, so you told him to spend the entire day with Taewon instead of you, knowing that if things don’t go well tomorrow, it could be their last day together.

You roll over and gently rouse Taehyung, wanting him to go over as soon as possible.

“Tae, wake up.”

“Mm… Y/N?” His eyes flutter open and he looks up at you.

“Hey, it’s sunday.” You remind him. “You should get going.”

Realization spreads over his face and he nods. “Ah, right.” You sure you don’t want to come?”

You shake your head. “I have things to do today. And it should really just be the two of you.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“And please, don't forget to tell him what’s happening.”

He nods again, still not fully awake as he places a kiss on your forehead and then sits up, rubbing his hands over his face. Taehyung dresses and then gives you one last kiss before heading to the hospital.

You spend the rest of the morning puttering about the house, watching tv, playing on your phone before you get a text from Sooyoung that she’s on the way. You change out of your pajamas and wait for her to arrive, hearing her car pull into the driveway before long. You head out to the front door to greet her.

“Sooyoung!” You cheer as she gets out of her car with her briefcase.

She scoffs at you, shutting the car door behind her. “Since when do you use my full name? Am I in trouble?”

Ah, you forgot. You’ve met Sooyoung a few times since you ended up here and had to listen to her talk about how close the two of you seem to be. “Sorry, Unnie! Just glad to see you.” You offer a smile as she reaches the front door and gives you a quick hug.

“I don’t know Y/N, something’s off about you lately. It’s like you’re this whole different person.” She states as she walks into the house, quickly setting her things on the kitchen table and taking a seat. You hurry over and do the same, sitting across from her.

“I feel different.” You state.

“Mm.” She eyes you carefully before waving the conversation away. “Anyway, I drew up everything you asked for, you just need to read over and sign everything. And Taehyung needs to sign a few things too.”

“He won’t be back until tonight.”

“That’s fine, just have him sign everything and you can have Jin bring it by tomorrow.”

“Where do we start?”

Sooyoung pulls several documents out of her briefcase, all organized neatly as she reads over each one with you before showing you everywhere to sign and initial. The first one states transfer of guardianship for Taewon if anything happens to Taehyung. The second is about you. If anything ever happens to you, you’re designating everything you have to Taewon when he turns 18, well, if he turns 18. Until then, Jin will be in charge, helping watch over Taewon until he is grown and able to manage things himself; and of course a healthy portion of your funds go to Jin directly; if only as a thank you for putting up with you all this time, especially the last two weeks.

After everything is signed and finished, Sooyoung begins to pack up her things. “Okay, that’s everything.” She states, smiling. “If you need anything else just let me know!”

“Actually, there is one more thing. I need you to open a safe deposit box for me.”

She nods. “Sure. I’ll get a key for you sometime in the next few days.”

“Thanks.” You nod, giving her a hug before walking her back out to her car. “For everything.”

“Hey, it’s what you pay me for.” She jokes.

“Right…” You wave goodbye before heading back into the house, shutting the door and taking a deep breath. The rest of the day is spent relaxing. You take a bath after dinner and drink a glass of wine, enjoying having some time to yourself.

A little after 11, Taehyung arrives back at home. You look up to see his eyes are puffy as he walks through the door.

“Aw, Tae…” You whisper sympathetically.

“I’m fine.” He shakes his head. “I just… I didn’t realize how hard it would be to say goodbye.” He admits, flopping on the couch next to you.

“How did he take it?”

“Pretty well honestly. I mean, I feel like if anyone understands what’s happening, it’s him.”

“That makes sense.”

“He is, however, very excited to possibly live with you.” Taehyung chuckles, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “He really adores you, you know that?”

“The feeling’s mutual.” You assure him, smiling lovingly at him.

“I’m so glad I met you.” Taehyung whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Me too Tae.” You sink into his embrace, his arms warm as they wrap around you. The two of you sit like this for a while, enjoying the feeling of being together for what could be the last time, until you have to ruin it, of course. You sit up and grab the folder from Sooyoung, handing it to Taehyung.

“What’s this?” He asks, opening it to sift through the contents.

“Those documents we talked about… You should sign them before tomorrow.”

“Right, okay.” Taehyung nods, standing and walking over to the table to find a pen. You follow him, sitting next to him and helping as he works his way through it, pointing out all the places he needs to sign and initial. When he’s done, he turns to the second document and then looks up at you. “Is this just a copy?”

You quickly move to shut it inside the folder, you should’ve taken it out before giving the other one to him. “T-that’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” You try to shake him off, but Taehyung holds the document out of reach and reads the beginning of it.

“Transfer of estate in case of… Y/N, what is this?”

“It’s just a precaution.”

“A precaution to what?” He asks, his eyes wide with worry.

You sigh. “I just… If anything ever happens to me I want you guys to be taken care of.”

“What’s going to happen to you?”

“Nothing!” You blurt a bit too quickly. “I mean, I don't know, things happen all the time.”

“Y/N…”

“I… I can’t tell you. You’ll think I’m crazy. Just trust me. It’s a safeguard, okay? Just in case.”

Taehyung puts the document down and takes your hands in his. “Nothing you ever say would make me think you’re crazy.”

You scoff. “You have no idea.”

“Then tell me.”

The way he looks at you, it makes your heart hurt. Do you want to just leave him hanging like you did Jeongguk? You don’t think you could ever do that to another person. Jeongguk gave up his life to search for you, and you know Taehyung is the kind of person to do the same, but can you really tell him your secret? Two people in the same timeline knowing what happens to you, is that too many? Can you risk it? You don’t know what the rules are… Or if there even are any rules.

“Wait here.” You mumble, standing.

“Y/N-” He tries to grab your arm, thinking he upset you, but you hold up your hand.

“Just… Just wait here.”

You walk back into the bedroom, digging through your things until you find what you’re searching for in the bottom of your bag; a photo album, a wooden box, and a book. You return to the kitchen, setting the things on the table as you take your seat next to Taehyung. He eyes the items curiously, but waits patiently for you to explain.

You gather your thoughts, trying to find the best way to phrase everything before you begin. You explain the first time it happened to you, how it was the weirdest deja vu feeling, and how it changed after that, longer jumps, stranger jumps, putting you in places and times you never thought possible, until your last jump. You explain your time with Jeongguk, and everything that happened to you up until now.

“At any point I could disappear, just like I do every time. The haze will happen and I’ll be gone.”

“So, wait… You jump through time?” He doesn’t believe you. He can’t believe you. Not without proof. You grab the book off the table and slide the bookmark out of its place, handing it to Taehyung. He stares down at the picture of you and Jeongguk, studying it closely until his eyes go wide. “Your ring.” He mutters, more to himself than you as he looks up at your neck, seeing the very same ring dangling from its chain around your throat.

Your fingers automatically fiddle with the jewelry in question as you open the photo album, showing Taehyung more pictures of your previous life with Jeongguk. He takes it all in, watching in silence as you explain things to him. When you’re finished, he’s quiet for a long time, mulling it all over in his head until he finally speaks.

“When you cancelled for a family emergency, that was…?”

You nod. “I had just arrived here, and I… I needed to find him.”

“And he’s…”

“He’s gone.” You smile bittersweetly. “Cancer, ironically enough.”

Taehyung lets out a half-hearted chuckle before he nods in understanding. “I believe you.”

Your eyes go wide at this. “R-really?”

“Of course.”

You breathe out a huge sigh of relief, your head falling forward into your hands. “Thank you.” You whisper.

Taehyung doesn’t answer, as if he knows the thanks weren’t entirely meant for him, but for someone else, something else. Instead, he simply grabs your arms and pulls you up with him, tugging you into the bedroom and laying on the bed next to you, wrapping you tightly in his arms for comfort.

“Tae if anything happens to me, I need you to take the things I showed you and give them to Jin. Tell him to put them in my safety deposit box, he’ll know where it is.”

“Okay.”

“I love you, Kim Taehyung.”

“I love you.” He breathes in your ear as you both drift off.

When you wake up the next day, the sun is streaming in through the blinds and you quickly realize that Taehyung is not beside you. You bolt upright and scramble for your phone, checking it to see the time. 11:13 am. Taehyung’s surgery started at 8 am. You fling the covers off your body, throwing on some pants and a shirt before grabbing your purse, a mask, and a hat, and heading directly to the hospital.

When you arrive, you immediately go to the surgical wing, checking in at the desk to see where he is and following a friendly nurse to the waiting room. You see his name and status flashing on the board across from where you sit: Kim Taehyung, OR. You can’t focus on anything except those three words, completely lost in your own anxious thoughts as you wait for Taehyung.

Waiting…

And waiting…

Kim Taehyung, Recovery.

Your heart pounds in your chest when the board changes, relieved and terrified at the same time. A few minutes later, a doctor walks into the room and calls his name.

“Family of Kim Taehyung?” You quickly stand and walk over, trying to seem as calm on the outside as you can. “Follow me.” He leads you back through the doors he came through and back past several drawn curtains down a long hallway and into a room where you finally see him, wrapped in blankets fast asleep in the bed.

“H-how is he?” You question, your voice cracking as grateful tears well in your eyes.

“He’s going to recover fine from the surgery, it was strictly exploratory.”

“Exploratory? I thought-”

The doctor sighs. “It was bigger than we thought. There’s no safe way for us to remove the tumor. It’s grown around one of the chambers of his heart. If we tried to remove it…” The doctor trails off.

“It would kill him…” You finish for him, scooting your chair closer to Taehyung. “He’ll die either way.”

“I’m sorry ma’am.” The doctor moves to take his leave. “He should wake up soon.”

“Thank you.” And with that, you’re left alone with Taehyung. You sniffle as you grab your phone out of your purse, quickly calling Taewon.

“Hello?”

“Taewonnie! Hey, it’s Y/N.”

“Noona!”

You try to choke back your tears, wanting to assure the boy everything is fine. “I just wanted to let you know that Taehyung is out of surgery and should wake up here in a few minutes.”

“Really?? Yay! Hyungie is okay!”

“I’ll bring him by later, yeah? Let me know if you need anything and I’ll have Jin bring it for you.”

“Okay, thank you noona!”

You hang up the phone and lean your elbows on the side of Taehyung’s bed, silently sobbing to yourself as you look down at his beautiful face. Even with all the money in the world, there are some things that just aren’t possible, and it hurts you to think about. Taehyung and Taewon are as nice and selfless as they come, and yet one of them, if not both of them, will leave this lifetime so soon, whereas you will be here for who knows how long, living a thousand lifetimes, none of which you feel you deserve.

Maybe that’s the whole point.

Maybe it doesn’t matter how many lifetimes you live, or how many things you succeed in. What really matters are the people. People like Taehyung and Taewon, like Jeongguk, and Jin, and Kono and Bitsy and Clara. People that you can make a difference for.

You grab Taehyung’s hand in yours, rubbing it with your thumb as you wait for him to wake up, silently making yourself promise that no matter what happens from now on, no matter where you end up, you’ll force yourself to be a background character. You will only be there to support those who need you, and then you will disappear from their lives, leaving no trace of yourself. And you will not, under any circumstances, fall in love again after Taehyung. You don’t think your heart can take another break.

Taehyung stirs next to you and you feel him squeeze your hand as his eyes flutter open. “Y/N…?” He mumbles, looking around before his gaze finds you and he smiles softly. “There you are.”

“Hi handsome.” You sniffle, kissing his knuckles.

“How mad are you?”

“For leaving without me? I’m already over it.”

“How’d it go?” He asks weakly. You know he already knows, he just wants to hear it.

You shake your head. “Exploratory only.”

“Really?” He sighs.

“Apparently it’s bigger than they thought, and it’s um, it’s wrapped around one of the chambers of your heart, so even if they try to take it out…”

The room goes silent, Taehyung only nodding in understanding before settling back against the pillows. He doesn’t speak much when the nurse comes in to check on him. A few hours later, they allow you to wheel Taehyung up to the private wing with Taewon. You hope it will help cheer him up for a little while at least.

Taewon cheers, greeting his older brother with excitement as you push Taehyung’s bed, aligning him next to Taewon’s. Taewon quickly clambors over to his brother’s bed, rambling about all the things he did while waiting for Taehyung’s procedure to be over. Taehyung smiles softly, nodding along to the things Taewon says, his eyes heavy. You quickly remind Taewon that Taehyung needs to rest, and turn on the tv to turn the younger boy’s attention elsewhere, allowing Taehyung to close his eyes.

You remain at Taehyung’s side, sitting in a chair, resting your forearms on his cot, one of his hands laced with yours. You must doze off at some point, barely waking up when you hear voices.

“No, let her sleep.” It’s Taehyung. “We can tell her when she wakes up.” You feel his hand on your head, brushing your hair out of your face and hum happily as you fall back asleep.

The next time you wake up, you’re in a bed. You look around confused, slightly terrified that the haze came in your sleep, until you recognize it as the guest room adjoining Taewon’s. You realize it’s morning as you sit up, adjusting your clothes before walking out to the next room to see Taehyung and Taewon enjoying breakfast together as they watch some show.

“Breakfast without me?” You ask, walking over to the table between them and snagging a piece of toast.

“Hyung said not to wake you!” Taewon explains. “He said you were really sleepy.”

“I guess I was.” You nod. “Um, how exactly…?” You look back towards the room you emerged from before meeting Taehyung’s gaze.

“Jin moved you.” He answers. “He came up to check on you and saw you asleep so I asked him to move you to the bed so you’d be more comfortable.”

“Ah, well thank you.” You smile, sitting down at his side.

“Hyung, can I tell her?” Taewon suddenly bursts. “Please please please?”

“Wonnie, let her at least eat something first.” Taehyung scolds.

You finish your toast and reach for a piece of fruit. “Tell me what?”

Taewon looks to his brother for permission and Taehyung nods. “Go ahead.”

“My last set of scans came back clean! I get to go home!”

Your eyes widen in shock. “Really?”

“I'm in remission!” He cheers.

You look at Taehyung for confirmation. “He comes back for repeat scans in a few weeks, but as of last night, he’s cancer free.”

“Taewon, that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you.” You put on a smile, but your heart aches. If he’s truly cured, Taewon’s going to have to live the rest of his life without his brother. Who knows how long Taehyung has left. Why does life have to be so unfair? To survive years of cancer, just for it to take your brother, the only family you have left.

“Noona? Are you okay?” Taewon rips you from your thoughts and you realize a few tears have slipped past your defenses.

“Of course! These are happy tears.” You lie as you wipe them away. “Taehyung, when are they discharging you?” You turn to the blonde.

“Tomorrow morning.” Taehyung states. “Since it was just… You know. I don’t have to stay too long.”

“Tomorrow morning.” You repeat, thrilled at the prospect of returning to a normal life for as long as you can have it.

The rest of the day is spent relaxing, the three of you spending time together, filling your heart with warm memories. Taewon falls asleep early and you tuck him in, turning down the tv volume before Taehyung pats the bed next to him. You smile, sliding onto the cot and curling up next to Taehyung in the small space.

“I can’t believe things are finally going to be back to normal.” Taehyung whispers into your hair, pulling you close.

“But for how long?” You ask, looking up at him.

“Let’s not think about that right now.” Taehyung chides. “Let’s just be here. Together.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against your mouth.

“Tae,” You return his smile, tears slipping down your cheeks. There’s so much you want to say to him, so much you want to tell him…

But it’s too late.

You’re too late.

Before you can see anything, you feel it begin, dancing around the edges of your mind.

The haze.

It’s here to sweep you away.

“No, please. Not now.” Your voice is panicked as you sit up and Taehyung immediately catches on, alerted by your tone. “I’m not done!”

“Y/N, your eyes…” His own gaze widens in fear. “T-they’re white. Are you okay?”

You huff in frustration as you see it begin to creep in on the edges of your vision. You try to blink back your tears, moving your hand over Taehyung’s where it rests on your cheek, placing a kiss against his palm. “Thank you for everything Taehyung. I’m so sorry. Take care of Taewonnie.”

Realization dawns on his expression. “N-now? No, Y/N you can’t go now.” He tries to sit up, but the pain from his incision stops him from reaching for you.

“Taehyung, I love you…” Your field of vision gets smaller and smaller, your limbs growing weak from the sensation.

“No, please. I love you… Y/N, I love you!”

It’s the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

Opening your eyes, you're greeted with an unfamiliar sight and though it hurts, you know Taehyung is long gone.

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