#it’d be nice if Jimin posted

[solarwynd]

Enha members and staff were asking to vote ig..... anyways, i was off the Fandom for some time for personal reasons and 2-3 days ago after seeing something i remembered daesang and was waiting for the results and Today was checking it again n again and damn feel proud for my baby, and thanks to pjms and armys who voted. Feels damnn nice we literally won daesang. Was hoping he'd after all the drama on stan twitter and Fandom with solos and armys and their shitty manipulation.

Anyways, what i know is my guy would be sooooo happy like he's the only mfr who makes me feel like he's actually thankful for his fans like it's not about ego n shit but just about being grateful to get that reward for his passion and love and appreciation for the fans.

Maybe he'll post on weverse tomorrow or something....

Like beggars with tin cans on the exit ramp of a highway.

But seeing Jimin constantly win after so many people keep plotting against it is the best thing ever to me. I know people are hoping for Jimin to fall off, just like they did to BTS. Too bad he’ll be out of the barracks in seven months and will be here to terrorize you nggas for good!

[latetaektalk]

love to hate you | jjk [vii, preview]

“when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.”

— genre: sexual themes, angst, fluff, fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, rich kid! AU, enemies to lovers! AU

— pairing: jungkook x female reader

— word count: estimated 100k for the series, 1618 for this preview

— warnings: none for this preview

— playlist: to be added

— a/n: hi. im here to deliver a new chapter and banner for my favourite two idiots. im thankful to everyone for waiting so incredibly patiently and being so nice. i hope this snippet can satisfy you guys until the actual chapter drops (10k+ so far) !! oh and for anyone who might have forgotten the timeline of the story, the characters are stuck in December!!

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“Is everyone going home for Christmas?” Namjoon asked, wiping his mouth before grabbing his glass of wine, holding it up to his lips, speaking into it. “I know Kook is for sure.”

Jungkook nodded. “Got me there.”

And even without looking at him, you knew he was smiling and more than excited to go back home. He squeezed your hand, and you could tell he did so unconsciously. You squeezed back, happy for him that he was happy.

“Oh, right, I’ve been meaning to ask!” Jimin gasped, turning rather dramatically towards you. You blinked, unsure of what was about to spill from his lips.

“Is it true that you’re going back home with Kook, Y/N?” 

What?

Everyone turned to you, Chaeyoung raising her brow at you because were you? You stared back at her, mouth opened and closing because no, right? You weren’t, or were you? Your eyes lifted to Jungkook, and he had that same look on his face. Neither of you knew what to say or do. This wasn’t something you had discussed. And why would you have? It’d be ridiculous to assume that you’d be going back home with Jungkook to meet his parents for Christmas.

“Uh-?”

“I’m just asking because Kook’s parents have been asking me if I knew if he’s actually gonna bring you,” Jimin continued, shrugging. And maybe you would have focused on how much you wanted to strangle him right now and needed him to shut up if your mind wasn’t reeling from the fact that Jungkook seemed to have not only told his parents about your existence but also that you would be spending Christmas with them.

What?

“Okay, yeah, no, wait,” Jungkook interjected, a clear panic in his voice, turning fully to you. “I can explain.”

You blankly stared at him, unable to even make a single sound. He dug a hand through his hair, looking even more panicked the longer you said nothing.

“So, uh, my brother saw my posts and stories online and might have told my parents… that I’m dating you. And so they’ve been really curious and asking about you a lot, and it was a little annoying, so I just told them that I might bring you around for Christmas to shut them up. But—” He held out his hand as if to get ahead of you saying anything. “—I didn’t promise them anything. I just said it to get them off my back, you know?”

You continued staring at him, unsure of how to react or what to say because well, you hadn’t thought that either of your parents were ever going to get involved in any shape or form. You hadn’t even played with the idea of telling your parents. And why would you? All of this was fake! A ruse, so Jungkook could win his stupid bet!

“It wasn’t planned, or anything, okay? I wasn’t going to tell them about you-”

“You weren’t?” Jimin blurted out, brows pinching together. He seemed to have lost all ability to read the room, just a glass or two of wine enough to dull his brain. “Ow-!”

He glared at Taehyung, rubbing his arm. It still wasn’t enough to shut him up however. 

“What was that for? I’m just saying I’m a little surprised that Jungkook, the definition of a mama’s and papa’s boy, was planning on keeping his girlfriend a secret when he hasn’t shut up about Y/N for months-”

“No, wait it’s not like that,” Jungkook quickly scrambled, gesturing wildly. “It’s just that my parents, you know, can get a little much. And, I don’t know-”

His sentence didn’t find an end, and Jimin seemed to just take that as a sign to go on, 

“Didn’t Narae meet-”

“Okay, how about you finish your food, huh?” Taehyung interrupted, taking Jimin’s fork and picking up a big piece of meat before shoving it into his mouth. Namjoon and Seokjin exchanged glances, cringing. Yoongi lowered his head, and Jennie slid down on her seat. Chaeyoung looked at you with big empathetic eyes and Jisoo even gave your hand a squeeze. 

If there was anything genuine between you, this would have been devastating. Luckily, there wasn’t. So it couldn’t hurt. And yet, your heart felt like it was bleeding in your chest, a dagger shoved in, a dagger with Jungkook’s name. He was staring holes into you, but you couldn’t look at him, settling on the edge of the table instead. You weren’t hurt. You weren’t hurt that Narae with her perfect smile and manicured nails and beautiful hair and glossy lips got to meet his parents and you didn’t. It didn’t bother you at all! That was what you told yourself at least. Because you couldn’t possibly be hurt. Not when your relationship was transactional and just an act. And yet, to your misery, you were hurt, deeply. You hated it, how you weren’t all that unbothered as you wanted and more importantly, should be. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts though when you saw the glare Hoseok was looking at Jungkook with. It dawned on you how awful all of it had to sound to your friends then. Narae, who never even was Jungkook’s official girlfriend, got to meet his parents, but you, who was officially (at least to them) his girlfriend, he not only didn’t want to introduce to them but also planned on keeping a secret?

“Oh my God, you guys!” you laughed, loud and light, like it was all so very dumb and stupid. With a big swoop, you grabbed Jungkook’s hand on the table, hoping no one saw the shake in your fingers. Everyone looked at you.

“You’re misunderstanding. We had agreed from the beginning that we should take it a little slower, and not tell everyone immediately. I knew he wasn’t going to tell his parents. I told him not to.” You put on your most convincing smile, swallowing the knot in your throat, hoping desperately it was enough. Everyone was looking at you, and you looked right back at them, at everyone except for Jungkook. Your vision almost blurred, hazy at the edges, feeling your composure threaten to slip.

“It’s nothing.”

There was a slight shake in your voice, the tiniest of a waver. You couldn’t tell if your friends noticed, their faces unreadable to you. A moment of silence stretched across the room, the food long forgotten about. In the end, it was slightly tipsy Jimin, the one who started it all, to break the awkwardness.

“Okay, well, do I text them… yes or-?”

You wondered if Jimin was this stupid, or trying to put you through hell on purpose. His question made Taehyung next to him sigh and shake his head, lips pressed together as he stared daggers into the older one.

“What?” Jimin whispered, offended. Maybe you should have taken the wine from him sooner. 

You looked at Jungkook finally. He didn’t seem to have an answer at all, his eyes big and wide like a child’s. There was something in them that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It almost seemed like he wanted you to agree, say yes, of course, you’d meet his parents. You had to be imagining it. As quickly as it had come, you squashed the thought.

It was up to you. The decision was in your hands. Everyone was waiting for your answer. Jungkook would have to go with whatever you were saying, whether or not he liked it. 

A lot of it was probably spite, spite that Narae met them already and you hadn’t. And how would it look if you weren’t there when Jungkook inevitably made a post about being back home with his family and you weren’t there in the pictures? What would Narae think? You could already see a backhanded Instagram story in front of your eyes, how there was trouble in paradise. It was something you wouldn’t put past her at all, seeing as she had done so before, posting just an hour after Jungkook celebrated your one month anniversary about how cringe some couples could be. Anyone doubting your relationship might just lead to Taehyung doubting your relationship and then to Jungkook losing his bet and all of this would have been for nothing. That couldn’t happen, right? You had to do something against it!

“They probably won’t stop bothering you until you tell them yes, right?” 

You tried your hardest to sound casual, nonchalant, chill as some might say. This was no big deal, you told yourself.

It wasn’t what Jungkook had expected. He thought you’d give some roundabout answer that in the end summarised that you needed to keep things slow and easy. But you agreed. You were going to meet his parents. He searched for something in your features, anything to tell him how you genuinely felt about it. He was trying to read you, but it was like he had the wrong dictionary. 

“If that’s alright with you-” Maybe it was to hit the nail on the head, finish it off, you couldn’t say. But the urge was strong right then, just once to say it. “—babe?”

You turned to him and looked at him almost confidently. It was both your face and the pet name, but Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh. Of course, now you were going to call him babe. A grin spread across his lips.

“Okay, yeah.” He held your hand firmer and tighter. “I’d be more than happy for you to meet my parents. They’d be thrilled.”

He was a great liar. It sounded oh so very genuine.

You squeezed his hand and turned to Jimin. “I guess you can text them I’m going.”

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[7ndipity]

Congrats on 1.5k followers!

Can I request 'How the members would react if you're involved in a dating rumor with another member (as their secret gf)'

Secret Partner in Dating Rumor With Another Member.

Ot7 x Reader

Warnings: one poly jikook joke, not proofread

A/N: Thank you! And thanks for this request! I hope you like it!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Jin: He acts soo offended, but it’s mostly in good humor. “How can people think you would go for Namjoon when I am right here?!” I could see him getting more blatent about flirting w you in pulbic though to get people to ship y’all together instead.

Yoongi: He genuinely doesn’t care, people make up dumb shit all the time and he just doesn’t have patience for it. If anything, it’d become a joke between you. “You look nice today, are you going to see Jhope?” He smirked. “Noo,” You shoot him a look. “We meet up on Sundays.”😘

Hobi: Says he doesn't care, but it kinda annoys him, he just doesn’t want to admit it. “How did they even get a pic of you & Jimin?” He asked suddenly. “He was helping me pick out a birthday present for you.” You confessed. “Really? What’d you get me?!” *Immediately forgets rumor

Namjoon: Genuinely annoyed that you can’t even hang out with his members without someone trying stir up drama. “Don’t people have better things to do?!” “Joon, it was one pic of me and Tae, it’ll blow over in week.” “I know, but still…”

Jimin: Lowkey irritated, but mostly finds it hilarious. “Now we’ve both been in a dating rumor with Jungkook!” He laughs. “Careful, give people enough time, and it’ll turn into a love triangle.” You warned. “Doesn’t sound like the worst idea.” “What?” “Nothing.”

Taehyung: Doesn’t mean to, but he starts to read into it a lil too much and over-analyzing everything. “Why do they think Yoongi’s a better match for you than me?” “They don’t, they’re just talking cause I posted about his new song.” “...Can you post about one of my songs?” “Yes, Sweetie.”

Jungkook: Thinks it’s funny, until he doesn’t. “As if you would date Jin.” He chuckled. “I mean it’s not that ridiculous, he’s pretty handsome.” You teased. 😑*walks away “Kook, it was just a joke!” You called, trying to catch up with him. “Kook, I was kidding!”

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PRICE OF FAME | MYG ★ CH. 1 TEASER

✧ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

✧ SUMMARY: You were about ready to give up, your career nowhere near what you dreamed it’d be when you started at eighteen, bright-eyed and naive. Reality for you these past few years has consisted of pouting at a camera, ignoring whispers of your name at company events, and ensuring that the stupid, tiny designer purses they keep forcing on you can at least carry a flask. But now, you’re helping a friend in need. For the first time in a long time, it feels like you’re doing something worthwhile with your life. Too bad Min Yoongi, the newest thorn in your side, seems insistent on stopping you. 『 series masterlist 』

✧ TEASER WARNINGS: none!

✧ NOTES: aaaah!!! i was going to wait a little while to drop this but i couldn't resist. consider this an introduction to the boys! i hope that this is a suitable teaser to kick off the series. this teaser is un-beta'd thus far, so wording is subject to change when i reach the editing stage. please feel free to sound off in the replies or my inbox with thoughts/questions! <3

✧ TEASER WORDCOUNT: 733 words

✧ STATUS: ch. 1 scheduled to drop on nov. 6, 2024!

With a flash of lights and a cacophony of sound, Burn The Stage launches into their first song on the setlist. The crowd roars around you, but you’re not here as a fan, so you try to remember everything Jeongguk taught you in preparation for tonight.

If you weren’t already close, most everything there is to learn about Jeon Jeongguk himself could easily be found with a simple Naver search.

Not only is Jeongguk the lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist of Burn The Stage, but he’s also the de facto face of the band, and he couldn’t be better suited for the job. He’s beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful. Well-built and knows it, sings songs about love and sex and anger with the sweetest voice known to man, covered in tattoos and piercings that eommas everywhere pretend to disapprove of when they’re actually ogling just as much as their daughters. He’s a teenage girl’s wet dream, and with that comes hordes of them using the deductive skills of the NIS to figure out the last time he took a shit. Very little in his life is a secret, whether he likes it or not.

The rest of the band, in turn, gets the luxury of a little bit of mystery.

Park Jimin, drummer, and Kim Taehyung, bassist. Jeongguk’s best friends in the world. You’ve met them both in passing before, at industry events here and there, and they both seemed nice enough. 

Jimin has a bit of a reputation for being temperamental, angry, but the way Jeongguk describes him paints him as something gentle. Childhood friends who’ve known each other since scraped knees and runny noses. 

It’s public knowledge that Jimin wanted to be a dancer, before this—that when he was in college, he suffered an injury that ended his dancing career before it even started. One moment he was one of the most promising ballet students in Seoul, and the next he was retired at nineteen. He doesn’t like to talk about it, but every time the band is interviewed the question is inevitably asked. Do you have any regrets? You’ve watched the videos, seen the way he shakes with anger even as he answers with a saccharine smile. You have a feeling getting along with Jimin won’t pose any challenges for you. You know a thing or two about regrets.

Taehyung is a bit harder to figure out, but not in any way that sparks concern. He’s just an interesting guy that way. 

He was the last to join the band, the first to answer a ‘BASS PLAYER NEEDED’ ad posted around the city. Apparently, he was so good that they didn’t feel the need to call anyone else.

He lives in his own world, does his own thing. Posts very artistic photodumps on his Instagram with concerningly cryptic captions. He’s quiet when he’s around people he doesn’t know, but when he’s put in a room with Jimin and Jeongguk he becomes the loudest person there. He’s kind, caring, always seems to know the right thing to say even if it’s delivered in the strangest manner possible.

Jimin and Taehyung won’t cause any problems for you. Jeongguk assured you that they’d be easy to win over, that as long as Jeongguk likes you, you’re in with them. 

The real wild card is the guitarist. Min Yoongi.

According to Jeongguk, Burn The Stage wouldn’t even exist if it weren’t for Yoongi. When the band formed, they were just dumb kids with a shared dream, but Yoongi was the one to set it all in motion. 

When they didn’t have anywhere to practice, Yoongi convinced the ajumma he worked for to let him cram as much equipment as he could fit into a tiny noraebang room. When venues wouldn’t book them without the guarantee that they would draw a crowd, Yoongi burned hundreds of CDs and stood on the streets of Hongdae begging people to listen. When shady entertainment companies started offering them laughable contracts, Yoongi found Namjoon and somehow convinced him to manage them for dirt cheap. When they finally got an offer worth taking, Yoongi made them mull it over for as long as they possibly could. Weigh the pros and cons and decide if it was what they really wanted.

If Jeongguk is the face of the band, Yoongi is the heart. Unfortunately for you, this particular heart is very well-guarded.

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[kingofbodyrolls]

Friendcation (m) | myg | six

Your vacation is coming to an end but your thoughts are spiraling and filled with anxiety as a tiny mishap makes you question your future with Yoongi.

→ Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female) → Other characters: Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin. → Genre/AU: best friends to friends with benefits to lovers, non idol!au, camping!au, roadtrip!au, mechanic!Yoongi, humor, slight angst, smut and fluff → Rating: mature/explicit/R18  (This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) → Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸 → Status: completed! → Word Count: 11.3k → Warnings (general): angst, anxiety, talk about feelings and future, teasing friends and mention of pregnancy. → Warnings (explicit): explicit sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, protected sex, oral (female and male receiving), dirty talk, nipple/breast play, ass slapping, hair pulling. → Author’s note(1): Wow, these last weeks have been hard on me to be honest. For a moment I really struggled with dwindling engagement for the series, and it honestly made me want to quit the whole thing and not finish it… I had to realize who I write for (I concluded it’s for me) and whatever I receive is just a really nice bonus 🫰I felt like the decline in engagement meant you didn’t like the series (which is fine if you feel that way), but it hit me hard. I understand a part of it can be the recent long chapters (I’m truly sorry and I’ll be better at keeping it at 10K for a smoother reading experience in the future). I have so many stories in my head that I just want to put to paper, so I’m going to keep doing that. I think I’ll keep posting whatever new stuff I write in the future, because I think it’d just be a waste to have a full fanfiction parking in my Drive. I tried to pour my heart into the last chapters, and I’m really proud of it. To be honest, it’s mostly smut (and sexual teasing) – because well 🤷 I really hope you enjoy this chapter (and the final one). Love you 💜 → Read on AO3? [link] ✨

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These past couple of days have left you with a strange, unsettling feeling. 

It’s not just the relentless banter from your friends, teasing you about what they term as ‘sickening love and adoration’ between you and Yoongi. 

No, there’s something more, something that eludes definition but refuses to be ignored. 

As your friends continue to jest and joke about your relationship, a knot of unease tightens in your stomach. It’s not a matter of their words bothering you; rather, it’s a lingering doubt, an unspoken concern that seems to dance at the edges of your consciousness. 

Your mind is filled with tension, and you can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right.

It took an unusually long time for the realization to sink in – the absence of your period. 

How could you have missed something so significant? 

Perhaps it was the whirlwind of fun and excitement, the joyous moments shared with Yoongi and your friends, that allowed this crucial detail to slip through the cracks of your awareness. 

As the truth settles over you like a sudden storm, a wave of introspection crashes upon your thoughts. Why had you not noticed sooner? 

A sinking feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you meticulously do the math, tracing back to that one moment you and Yoongi had sex without protection in the forest. 

The pieces fall into place, forming a picture of uncertainty that leaves you standing at the crossroads of emotions. 

Regret, fear, and maybe a hint of excitement swirl in a tempest within your mind. The weight of the realization becomes a stormy sea, tossing your emotions like relentless waves. You grapple with conflicting feelings, torn between the potential of new beginnings and the fear of the unknown. 

For years, you made a conscious choice to steer clear of hormonal contraception. 

The decision wasn’t made lightly; it was a journey of self-discovery and resilience against the societal norms that often dictate women’s reproductive choices. You recall the moments when hormonal contraception wreaked havoc on your body, the side effects casting shadows on your overall well-being. 

It was then that you decided it wasn’t the path for you. The journey to this decision was marked by personal reflection, moments of doubt, and a fierce determination to take control of your reproductive health. Condoms became your chosen method of both contraception and protection. The decision was not just a practical one but a statement of agency over your own body.

Sure, you’re a grown woman, and you should have been more cautious. 

The irony isn’t lost on you; after all, it only takes a few determined swimmers to set the wheels in motion for a baby. 

The realization brings a mix of emotions — surprise, anxiety, and a touch of disbelief. You can’t help but question your own judgment.

As the weight of the situation settles in, you find solace in the fact that it’s with Yoongi, a man you not only adore but love (even though you haven’t spoken those words to him yet). 

The history you share, the years of friendship and the open conversation about future possibilities soften the unexpected blow. He’s expressed openness to the idea of children down the line, creating a glimmer of hope in the midst of uncertainty.

As the revelation sinks in, your mind becomes a battlefield of conflicting emotions. 

The foremost among them is the relentless uncertainty that echoes through every corner of your thoughts. 

Did Yoongi genuinely mean what he said about wanting kids, or were those words spoken in the heat of the moment? The weight of the questions threatens to drown you, leaving you grappling with the unknown.

In the tumultuous sea of your mind, the uncertainty stands out as the dominant wave. You find yourself questioning the timing— is it too early in your relationship to venture into such uncharted territory? 

The prospect of an impending headache looms, a physical manifestation of the mental strain that accompanies the myriad thoughts swirling within your head. The room feels suddenly smaller as you navigate through the maze of emotions. 

Each question begets another, creating a web of doubts that threaten to entangle your sense of clarity.

Who knew a tiny stick could unleash a whirlwind of chaos in your mind? 

You can practically feel your thoughts spiraling faster than a rollercoaster, and you haven’t even taken a goddamn test yet! It’s like your brain decided to host its own circus without your permission.

The prospect of a simple test morphs into a mental acrobatics show, complete with somersaulting doubts and high-wire uncertainties. You catch yourself mid-thought, berating the overthinking brain of yours— Calm down, it might be nothing, right? 

As you camp in the serene outskirts of Gunsan, surrounded by the symphony of nature—crickets singing their nightly lullaby and the earthy aroma of the rural landscape—you find yourself at the crossroads of revelation. 

The revelation, however, is a delicate secret that you’re hesitant to share, not with your friends and certainly not with Yoongi, at least not until you’re certain. 

A few more days, and you’ll leave for another city, and hopefully you can sneak in a pregnancy test at a store without anyone noticing.

Amidst the bustling thoughts of your mind, your boyfriend’s voice cuts through the noise like a familiar melody. His warm, loving smile, revealing those endearing gums you adore, welcomes you back to the present. 

“Hey, babe, are you coming?” 

His voice, tinged with affection, carries a hint of playfulness. His eyes, like windows to his soul, flicker with concern as he notices a shift in your mood. A subtle furrow in his brow goes unnoticed, replaced by a comforting smile that stretches across his face.

“Yeah,” you nod in response to him. His silhouette is framed in the doorway of Holly, and the tantalizing aroma of barbecue chicken and pork wafts into the air, teasing your senses. 

The savory scent wraps around you, awakening your appetite.

A playful breeze carries the distant sounds of laughter and clinking utensils from the gathering outside. The chatter of friends intermingles with the sizzle of the grill, creating a symphony of anticipation. 

With a soft smile, he holds the door ajar, casting a warm invitation into the confined space. The golden hues of the setting sun paint the scene, casting long shadows that dance on the interior of the van.

“I’ll be right out,” you assure him. 

As you step into the outdoor feast, the savory fragrance intensifies, enveloping you in a culinary embrace.

As the sun begins its descent on your next-to-last day in Gunsan, the air becomes infused with the tantalizing scent of barbecue. Yoongi and Seokjin, the culinary maestros, have orchestrated a feast of flavors, transforming the open fire into a canvas for their culinary artistry.

The crackling flames dance beneath skewers laden with an assortment of barbecue delights – succulent chicken and pork, each morsel dripping with savory juices. The aroma, a symphony of spices and char, teases your senses and ignites a ravenous anticipation within. The sizzle and hiss of meat meeting open flame create a hypnotic melody, luring everyone closer to the culinary spectacle.

As you emerge from the cozy confines of Holly, the brisk evening air kisses your skin, carrying with it the mingling scents of grilled delights and the lively chatter of your friends. The crackling sounds of the open fire draw you closer, promising a reprieve from the whirlwind of thoughts swirling within your mind. 

A sense of gratitude swells within you. God, you love their cooking. It’s more than a meal; it’s a celebration, a manifestation of the bonds that tie you all together. 

You settle into the chair beside Namjoon, the sturdy wood offering a welcome support beneath you. 

A cool beer materializes in your hands, a gesture from Namjoon that elicits a small, appreciative smile. As the effervescent bubbles dance in the amber liquid, you find momentary distraction in the tactile sensation of condensation on the cold bottle.

The ambient hum of conversation surrounds you, friends exchanging anecdotes and laughter. However, their words become distant echoes, mere background noise, as your mind undertakes a journey into the realm of more pressing thoughts. Could you be pregnant?

The crackling of the nearby fire, the occasional gust of wind rustling the leaves, and the laughter of your friends create a symphony of sounds. Yet, within the symphony, your thoughts stand out like a solo, demanding attention.

As you take a sip of the cold beer, you suddenly remember that maybe you shouldn’t and put down the beer as you catch a fleeting glimpse of Yoongi, his eyes meeting yours with an unspoken understanding – does he somehow know?

Namjoon’s voice cuts through the haze of your thoughts, his concern palpable in the furrow of his brow and the gentleness of his inquiry. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his words a lifeboat in the sea of your turbulent thoughts. The concern in his eyes is mirrored by the gaze of your friends, a united front of worry that surrounds you.

“I’m fine,” you offer a weak smile, the words slipping from your lips as easily as a silk thread. The campfire’s glow dances in your eyes, casting flickering shadows that betray the turbulence within. 

You catch the subtle exchange of glances among your friends, a silent language they’ve perfected over the years.

Namjoon arches an eyebrow, a silent question lingering in the air. 

Hoseok’s voice breaks through the haze in your mind, and you blink, realizing you’ve been somewhere else entirely. He wears a furrowed brow, a genuine concern etched on his face.

“Did you even hear what we were talking about?” Hoseok’s question hangs in the air, a lifeline thrown to a drifting mind. He glances around at the others, a silent plea for confirmation that you’re still tethered to the conversation.

“I’m sorry,” you admit, a genuine apology tinting your words. You glance around at the concerned faces of your friends, a slight frown forming on Namjoon’s forehead. 

“No, my mind was elsewhere,” you confess, your eyes momentarily dropping to the beer bottle in your hand. A swirl of conflicting emotions dances in your gaze – the weight of unspoken worries, the fear of the unknown, and the delicate balance of a secret you’re not ready to share.

“Something going on?” Seokjin’s question hangs in the air, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. Normally, their fond and caring hearts would be a source of comfort, but at this moment, you wish for solitude. 

The weight of immense turmoil presses against your chest, and you offer a weak smile to mask the turbulence within.

Your heart flutters, caught between the comfort of their understanding and the fortress of secrets you’ve built around yourself. The crackling of the fire seems to intensify, a background chorus to the unspoken truth lingering in the night air.

“No, I’m fine,” you assert, but your attempt at a reassuring smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. The weight of unspoken thoughts sits heavily on your shoulders. 

“Just tired,” you add, stretching your arms above your head in an attempt to shake off the invisible burden. The forced yawn escapes, a theatrical touch to your performance. 

As you exhale, the weariness is palpable, not just in your body but in the weary creases that temporarily mar your forehead.

You catch Yoongi’s gaze, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes betray a hint of concern. It’s a silent exchange, a language only the two of you understand. 

Worried stares linger for a moment, probing, questioning. You deflect them with a half-hearted smile, a feeble attempt to reassure both yourself and your friends. Thankfully, they relent, returning to their earlier discussion with an air of nonchalance. It’s a welcome diversion, giving you a momentary respite from the mounting unease.

But as your friends immerse themselves in chatter, your attention is captivated by Yoongi. His gaze, softer and more perceptive than the others, lingers on you with an understanding that goes beyond words. In the depths of his eyes, you sense an unspoken connection, a recognition that he, too, perceives the silent storm brewing within you. 

As the aroma of grilled meats fills the air, your thoughts drift away, carried on the scent of uncertainty. The upcoming days loom ahead, casting a shadow on your once carefree demeanor. 

Each passing moment feels like a countdown, the ticking clock resonating with the pounding of your anxious heart. The idea of taking a pregnancy test, a seemingly simple act, now carries the weight of your fate.

A symphony of laughter erupts, a harmonious cacophony that almost mimics a melody. Your gaze sweeps across the group, catching each friend lost in the infectious mirth. Their joy is palpable, manifested in hearty belly laughs and eyes crinkled with delight. 

However, as your eyes dart over to Yoongi, you notice a stark contrast.

His demeanor doesn’t mirror the jovial atmosphere; instead, his expression remains stoic, a subtle tension etched on his features. 

Your gaze flits from one friend to another, their laughter echoing in the warm air. They share an inside joke, a moment of camaraderie that has eluded you. A subtle unease settles in your chest, the feeling of being adrift in a sea of amusement, disconnected.

Caught in the undertow of your own thoughts, you find yourself lost in the laughter, unable to decipher the humor that dances between them. It’s not just a missed punchline; it’s a fleeting moment of connection slipping through your fingers.

Hoseok’s eyes light up like twin stars as he bursts out, “Now, that’s a brilliant idea!” 

His voice, brimming with infectious enthusiasm, resonates through the campsite, attempting to suppress the laughter bubbling just beneath the surface. His shoulders shake slightly with restrained mirth, and a mischievous gleam dances in his eyes, hinting at the amusement he’s struggling to contain.

The air crackles with the energy of the moment, as if Hoseok’s excitement has sparked a lively current that electrifies the entire campfire. The others catch on, their own laughter simmering beneath the surface.

You turn your gaze to Hoseok, brows furrowed in both wonder and confusion. “What’s the brilliant idea?” you ask, your voice tinged with curiosity, as if you’re about to embark on an unexpected adventure. 

Hoseok grins mischievously, his laughter evolving into soft chuckles. “We were thinking of giving you and Yoongi some alone time tomorrow,” he suggests, the glint in his eyes hinting at a secret plan. 

Seokjin smirks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. 

“So you can,” he begins, drawing out the words with a pause for dramatic effect. You roll your eyes at his theatrics, but then he raises his eyebrows suggestively. 

Suddenly, your ears and cheeks flash red as you realize the implication of his words, and the campfire bursts into laughter, leaving you caught in a delightful mix of embarrassment and amusement.

They all burst into laughter, and you catch Yoongi rolling his eyes with a mock sigh. 

You wish the ground would just swallow you up, but you manage a playful glare in his direction. “Thanks for the moral support,” you mutter under your breath, earning a teasing grin from Yoongi, who clearly enjoys the banter as much as the others enjoy the spectacle.

Yoongi nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, his ‘I-don’t-give-a-fuck’ attitude on full display. You’re well aware he truly doesn’t care about the teasing, but no matter how many times your friends crack jokes about your intimate life, it never gets less awkward. 

You shoot Yoongi a sideways glance, raising an eyebrow. 

“Really? This again?” you quip, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. It’s a game you all play, and deep down, you know it’s all in good fun. Yet, you can’t help but wonder if they’ll ever tire of it.

“You seem like you could use it,” Namjoon adds, his voice laced with concern as he gently nudges your shoulder. 

You’ve buried your face in your hands, hoping the shield of your palms could protect you from the lingering embarrassment. The laughter of your friends echoes around you, but you can’t bring yourself to look up just yet. 

The warmth of Namjoon’s touch seeps through your hands, a comforting gesture amidst the teasing storm. As you finally gather the courage to peek through your fingers, you catch a glimpse of his reassuring smile, a silent understanding passing between friends. It’s moments like these that make you appreciate the bonds you’ve built, even if they come with their fair share of playful ribbing.

“Please don’t say stuff like that.” 

You plead, the cringe evident in your voice as you instinctively recoil. A shiver of discomfort crawls down your spine, and you find yourself desperately wishing for an escape from the awkwardness that lingers in the air. 

The weight of their words presses on you, and you subtly shift, trying to distance yourself from the subject at hand. The vulnerability of the moment tugs at your conscience, leaving you exposed in the face of their laughter.

“With that stunt you pulled at the restaurant, I think you have a lot of pent up sexual frustration.”

Hoseok chuckles, and the teasing tone in his voice causes your cheeks to flush with embarrassment. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, memories of that daring encounter at the restaurant flooding your mind. 

The heat rises in your face as you recall the unexpected aftermath, as you had walked out to the table with Yoongi’s cum on your face, and a wave of self-consciousness washes over you. 

The campfire suddenly feels too warm, and you find yourself desperately wishing to change the subject. Hoseok’s laughter lingers in the air, a constant reminder of that daring escapade, and you try to suppress the vivid images that threaten to resurface.

“And we would rather not be here when you let off some steam,” Seokjin adds, his laughter echoing through the air. You roll your eyes playfully, a mix of amusement and embarrassment coloring your expression.

The teasing banter continues, and you sense the warmth of embarrassment creeping up your neck. 

A fleeting glance at Yoongi reveals his nonchalant demeanor, his composure unbroken. Inspired by his cool attitude, you decide to take a page from his book. With a smirk and a playful glint in your eyes, you raise an eyebrow at your friends, challenging them to bring it on. 

“Thanks,” you say with a mischievous glint in your eyes, looking around your friends. 

“I could definitely use a good fuck and Yoongi’s thick cock just hits all the right spots,” you chuckle, adding a playful wink to your statement. The campfire falls silent and it’s almost deafening. 

“So thank you so much for thinking about my vagina and Yoongi’s dick. It’s really appreciated and we’ll look forward to tomorrow.” You say with a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

As your friends sit in stunned silence, you bask in the unexpected power of your words. 

With a confident grin, you raise your beer and offer a casual shrug. 

“What can I say? You asked for it!” 

Your tone exudes a mix of playful confidence and nonchalance. Meanwhile, Yoongi’s proud gaze intensifies, and you can almost hear him whispering, ‘Well done’ without uttering a word.

As the weight of your words settles in the air, Namjoon breaks the silence with a low whistle. “Well, I guess that’s one way to shut us up,” he chuckles, shaking his head in both disbelief and amusement. 

The group erupts into a mixture of nervous laughter and awkward glances, uncertain of how to respond to your unexpected boldness. You’ve found a bottle of ice cold water and take a sip of it, maintaining your confident demeanor, and exchange a knowing glance with Yoongi, who seems thoroughly entertained by the unfolding scene.

The remainder of the meal unfolds in a symphony of laughter, shared stories, and the clinking of utensils against plates. Conversations shift seamlessly between topics, from future plans to nostalgic memories. The camaraderie of your group takes center stage, overshadowing the earlier teasing. 

Each moment is filled with genuine connection, reminding you of the unique bond you share.

The midday sun casts a warm glow over your lunch with friends, the flickering flames of the campfire dancing in the background. Laughter intertwines with the aroma of yesterday’s leftovers, creating an atmosphere that is both familiar and tinged with anticipation. 

As you savor each bite, you can’t help but feel a subtle tension in the air, a delicate undercurrent that stems from the impending alone time with Yoongi.

Your friends, oblivious to the internal struggle you’re facing, continue to share stories and jokes, but your mind keeps drifting back to the unspoken dilemma that lingers like a shadow. 

The prospect of finally being alone with Yoongi excites you, yet the fear of him unraveling your internal turmoil weighs on you.

The crackling fire mirrors the conflicting emotions within you, casting shadows on the faces of your friends. You steal glances at Yoongi, wondering if he senses your unease.

The sun hangs high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the campsite as your friends bid you farewell after a satisfying lunch. 

There’s a subtle understanding among them, a shared unspoken decision to give you and Yoongi the precious gift of time alone. As they discuss their plans to explore the nearby town, you can’t help but appreciate the warmth of their friendship and the unspoken support they provide.

With cheerful goodbyes, your friends set off, leaving behind a trail of laughter that gradually fades into the distance. 

Now, as the tranquility of the campsite settles around you, there’s a palpable shift in the atmosphere. The rustling leaves and distant chirping of birds create a serene backdrop, underscoring the anticipation of the solitude that awaits you and Yoongi.

Turning towards each other, you and Yoongi share a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of the precious moments ahead. 

The air is charged with a mix of excitement and intimacy as you prepare for this secluded interlude, grateful for the thoughtfulness of your friends who understood the significance of this time for you and your boyfriend.

As you and Yoongi cocoon yourselves in the comforting confines of Holly, the air becomes infused with a sense of tranquility. 

The soft glow of his laptop casts a gentle illumination, creating an intimate bubble within the vehicle. The flickering light from the laptop dances across your faces, casting shadows that playfully intertwine with the laughter and stolen glances. 

As Yoongi’s lips graze the delicate expanse of your shoulders, a shiver dances down your spine, eliciting a delicate sigh of contentment. 

His nuzzles become a tender exploration, mapping the contours of familiarity that make your body a cherished landscape for him. The warmth of his touch creates a cocoon, enveloping you in a sanctuary where time seems to linger.

You revel in the softness of the moment, the gentle pressure of Yoongi’s affectionate gestures making you feel cherished and understood. The rhythmic pattern of his nuzzles mirrors the quiet cadence of your breaths, creating a silent language that speaks volumes in the tranquil cocoon you’ve woven together.

Yoongi’s fingers, like skilled maestros, trail a symphony of comfort across your shoulder, their tender dance ascending to the curve of your neck. 

As his touch transforms into a soothing massage, you feel the knots of tension unravel beneath his fingertips. The rhythmic kneading becomes a balm, dissolving the worries that had taken residence in the recesses of your mind.

In the gentle cadence of his strokes, you find a haven where each movement is a whispered assurance, a silent promise that you’re not alone in whatever may be troubling you. 

The warmth of his hands carries an unspoken invitation to share the burdens of your heart, creating a space where vulnerability is embraced. As his fingers work their magic, the stresses of the day seem to dissipate, carried away on the currents of his affectionate touch. 

The sensation is both physical and emotional, a tangible reminder that you have someone by your side who cares deeply for you.

Yoongi’s voice, soft and laced with concern, further reinforces the sanctuary of this moment. 

“What’s wrong, babe?” 

He inquires, his words a lifeline thrown into the sea of your thoughts. The genuine curiosity in his eyes invites you to open up, to let the weight of your troubles be shared and lightened by the strength of your bond.

In the cocoon of Yoongi’s touch, you find solace and a momentary escape from the complexities swirling within. His fingers, tracing soothing patterns on your shoulder, evoke sensations that transcend the physical. 

As you sink deeper into the bliss of his massage, the barriers around your heart momentarily soften, allowing vulnerability to seep through.

“I don’t want to talk about it yet.” You confess, the words slipping from your lips like a whispered secret. The timbre of your voice, tinted with a mixture of fragility and desire, hangs in the air. In this moment, you feel pliable, molded by his care and affection.

With a tenderness that mirrors the flickering warmth of a candle, Yoongi turns your gaze toward his, locking eyes with a sincerity that speaks volumes. His touch is both a reassurance and an unspoken promise, a reminder that within this cocoon of shared vulnerability, there exists a haven for your thoughts and emotions.

“Okay.” He utters, the word carrying the weight of understanding and patience. In the silent exchange of glances, there’s a recognition that time unfolds at its own pace, and the space he provides is a canvas for your unspoken words to manifest.

As he cradles your face in his hands, his touch becomes a conduit for reassurance, a silent pledge that he’ll be there when you decide to unravel the intricacies of your thoughts. 

“I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”

The depth of his gaze invites trust, assuring you that this haven isn’t bound by a ticking clock or the urgency of spoken words.

In the quiet cocoon of Holly, gratitude for Yoongi blooms within you like a delicate flower. His intuitive understanding, the way he navigates the uncharted waters of your emotions, is a testament to the depth of his love. It’s more than just appreciation; it’s a profound acknowledgment of the bond you share.

As you rest against him, the subtle rise and fall of his chest a comforting rhythm, the weight of your feelings finds solace. His ability to read the unspoken nuances, to dance with the ebb and flow of your emotions, is a symphony of understanding. 

It’s not just about giving you space; it’s about crafting a sanctuary where vulnerability is met with patience, and time is a gentle companion.

In these moments, the love you harbor for him swells, an ocean of emotions that transcends the need for words. His presence becomes a balm, soothing the edges of uncertainty, and you find yourself enveloped in a warmth that extends beyond the physical.

You revel in the simplicity of his knowing glances and the way he respects the sacredness of your thoughts. It’s the silent assurance that he’ll stand by you, unmoved by the passing seconds, until you’re ready to unfurl the chapters of your heart.

“I can help you take your mind off whatever’s troubling you?”

His lips linger on yours, leaving the taste of warmth and affection as a gentle reminder that in his embrace, solace awaits. The simplicity of his offer carries a wealth of unspoken understanding, a silent promise to be your anchor in the sea of uncertainties.

As he speaks those words, his eyes, windows to a soul that intimately knows yours, search for a sign in the language only you two share. 

There’s an invitation in the way he holds you, an unspoken pledge to share the weight of your troubles.

Perhaps, in the sanctuary of each other’s presence, you can find respite from the storm brewing within. His touch, a soothing melody, offers an escape into a realm where words are unnecessary, where the language of love becomes a salve for the wounds of the heart.

You consider his offer, the genuine concern etched on his face, and for a moment, you allow yourself to be carried away by the prospect of a temporary reprieve. 

The weight of his desire reflects in the shadowed depth of his gaze, a silent confession that transcends words. His eyes, normally a window to his soul, now betray the subtle dance of passion and want. As you lock eyes with him, you find yourself ensnared in the magnetic pull of his longing, a current that sparks anticipation.

The soft droop of his eyelids harbors a secret world, one where desire takes the lead and whispers promises only lovers understand. There’s a languid rhythm to the way his gaze caresses, each blink a heartbeat echoing the pulse of the moment.

In the subdued light, the flames of passion flicker within those dark orbs, leaving an indelible impression of the fire that smolders beneath the surface. You feel the intensity of his silent plea, a plea that beckons you to acknowledge the uncharted territory where your desires intertwine.

“I wouldn’t say no to that.”

A playful chuckle escapes your lips, a mischievous melody that dances in the air, echoing the lighthearted rhythm of your connection. 

As you lean in, your teeth graze the edge of his bottom lip, not just in a tease, but in a silent declaration of your shared desire. The playful nip is a prelude to the symphony of sensations waiting to unfold.

His responding grunt is a low, primal note, a testament to the delicious tension building between you.

As you pull away, a knowing glint in your eyes, you leave behind a promise lingering in the air—a promise of the unrestrained passion that simmers just beneath the surface, waiting to be set free. 

“Then lay down and let me make you forget your own name.”

A surge of anticipation electrifies the air as his words wrap around you, a sultry promise that sends shivers down your spine. The confidence in his voice resonates, a magnetic force pulling you deeper into the allure of the moment. You surrender to the rhythm of his suggestion, feeling the weight of the world lifting as he guides you gently to recline.

His eyes, dark pools of anticipation, reflect a hunger that transcends the constraints of time. There’s a deliberate slowness to his movements, a silent vow to savor every nuance of pleasure that unfolds between you.

As he expertly slides down your sweatpants (you did not steal those from Yoongi, you swear!) he unveils your desire-laden form, leaving you in nothing but your panties. The room seems to hum with a charged energy as his eyes meet yours, the spark of lust reflected in that magnetic gaze. 

Your longing gaze locks onto him, capturing the fiery essence of your arousal. His long, ebony locks frame his handsome face.

“You know you’re so damn beautiful, right?” 

He murmurs, his fingers orchestrating a slow, tantalizing symphony as they traverse the path from your toes, ascending with deliberate grace up the landscape of your legs. Each stroke is a promise, a prelude that sends a shiver of anticipation racing through your veins, your skin awakening with goosebumps.

The sensation is electric, every inch of your skin tingling with anticipation. The journey of his touch creates a symphony of shivers that dance in harmonious tandem with your rising desire. 

Your cheeks flush with a rosy hue as his gaze lingers on your legs. Feeling a twinge of self-consciousness, you stammer, “Um, don’t pay too much attention to my legs. I haven’t shaved recently,” your words escape in a hushed admission, and you instinctively attempt to shield your face from his gaze.

His fingers delicately peel away the protective shield you’ve built with your hands, revealing your blushing cheeks and the vulnerability that lingers in your eyes. 

A soft hiss escapes his lips, and his gaze intensifies with a fiery determination. “I don’t care,” he declares, his voice a low, husky murmur that hangs in the air, “every inch of you is beautiful.”

He gently tilts your chin up, meeting your eyes with an affectionate gaze. He reassures you, his fingers tracing a delicate path along your jawline, his touch a comforting affirmation that transcends the superficial. 

There’s an intensity in his words, a raw honesty that sends shivers down your spine. 

A soft moan escapes your lips in response to his words, the praise sinking into the depths of your being. Your breath quickens, and a tingling warmth begins to pool between your thighs, a visceral reaction to the arousal ignited by his intimate acknowledgment. 

The air around you thickens with anticipation, and you can feel the subtle friction as your panties cling to your skin, a tactile reminder of the desire that courses through your veins.

His hands, like gentle phantoms, trace tantalizing patterns over the fabric covering your core. The teasing caresses send shivers down your spine, creating an electric dance of anticipation on your skin. 

As his fingers weave through the unseen pathways, you find yourself instinctively arching your back, a silent plea for more, a desire that threads through the very fibers of your being.

Each feather-light stroke becomes a whisper of promises, a seductive invitation that beckons you to surrender to the impending ecstasy. The subtle friction against your clothed core intensifies the yearning, creating a magnetic pull that draws you closer to the edge of desire.

The anticipation in the room crescendos as Yoongi, his eyes heavy with desire, firmly grips the edge of your panties. 

A subtle yet deliberate tug sends a thrill through your body, and you instinctively arch your back, offering yourself to him in a silent dance of longing. Your ass lifts in a graceful surrender, a gesture that speaks volumes without the need for words, inviting him to unveil the secrets hidden beneath the fabric.

He slowly peels your panties down your legs, each inch of exposed skin kindling the flames of desire. His unhurried touch is both a torment and a pleasure, awakening a craving within you that only he can satisfy. 

The fabric trails over your thighs, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. As your panties reach your ankles, you find yourself teetering on the edge of vulnerability and excitement, the cool air of the room caressing the newly exposed skin.

The pace is torturous, yet the sweet torment only adds to the fervor of your need for him. Your breath catches, and your heart pounds in rhythm with the silent crescendo of desire, as he takes his time, savoring every moment of the seduction.

Yoongi’s lips descend with a feather-light touch, igniting a cascade of sensations that ripple through your core. The warmth of his breath, coupled with the gentle press of his lips against your clit, creates an electrifying dance between pleasure and anticipation.

“Already so damn wet for me.”

His words, a whispered declaration against your skin, send a jolt of desire straight through you. The tenderness in his kiss contrasts with the building heat, a delicious paradox that has your body responding eagerly to his every move. Your body aches for the touch of his hands, for the intimacy that promises to follow his seductive declaration.

As he explores the delicate contours of your pussy, his hands expertly coax your legs apart, allowing for an unhindered journey into the realms of ecstasy.

The velvety caress of his tongue on your most sensitive spot sends shockwaves of pleasure cascading through you. Your body, a canvas for his artistry, responds with an involuntary moan, a testament to the electric connection forged between you. 

Each languid stroke, each artful flick, becomes a brushstroke painting a masterpiece of desire.

With an artful blend of tenderness and hunger, he delves into the intimate landscape, leaving no territory uncharted. The sight of him, a devoted architect of pleasure, navigating the peaks and valleys of your pussy, etches a sinful image in your memory, a visual symphony that resonates with the raw, primal energy between you.

His exploration is thorough, a sacred pilgrimage that transforms your most intimate sanctuaries into altars of pleasure. 

As his tongue dances with purpose, each exquisite movement sends ripples of pleasure through your body, eliciting gasps and moans that punctuate the charged air.

Your fingers entwine in the velvety strands of his midnight-black hair, a tactile dance that blurs the lines between pain and pleasure. The sensation of your grip sends a seismic shiver through him, a tangible expression of the fusion between your desire and his arousal. 

His groan, a harmonious blend of both agony and ecstasy, resonates in the intimate space between you. 

His adept tongue orchestrates a tantalizing symphony, each rhythmic stroke sending waves of pleasure through your core. The artful dance of his lips and tongue creates a crescendo of desire, a masterful performance that leaves you gasping for breath.

As he delves deeper into the artistry of your desire, his movements evoke the most primal and exquisite sounds — a melodic fusion of slurping and sighs that harmonize with the symphony of your escalating pleasure. 

In the languid exploration of your body, his tender touch becomes a testament to the depth of his affection. Each deliberate caress is a celebration of intimacy, as if he’s unraveling the layers of your being to expose the essence of your bond. 

The unhurried pace of his movements whispers of a profound appreciation for the canvas of your skin, savoring every nuance as if committing the map of your body to memory.

The love you feel for him, and the love he showers upon you, intertwine like vines, creating a tapestry of shared passion that envelops both of you in its rich, intricate patterns.

As you lie there, engulfed in the warmth of his adoration, an unexpected realization strikes you — he possesses the qualities of an extraordinary lover and, perhaps, an incredible father. 

Your mind, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, begins to spiral. It’s not a descent into chaos; rather, it’s an ascent into your possible future. The thought flickers through your mind like a gentle flame, casting a soft glow on the image of your shared moments. How loving he would be towards a child, how amazing he would be. You can feel the telltale signs of anxiousness slowly seeping into your body.

In this moment, you can’t help but acknowledge the depth of your feelings for him. Damn, you love him so much.

As Yoongi tenderly explores the landscape of your pussy, your mind, like an unwelcome guest, insists on revisiting the uncertainties that have been haunting you. The touch that should be a remedy becomes a battleground between the present moment and the lingering worries that threaten to steal your focus.

In this emotional tug-of-war, you find yourself caught between the desire to surrender to the sensations and the compulsion to confront the uncertainties head-on. 

As Yoongi’s skilled touch ventures into your warm walls, your senses respond with an electrifying awareness. The moment he slips a finger inside, a surge of pleasure cascades through you, momentarily eclipsing the persistent thoughts that have plagued your mind. 

The explicit bond between you and Yoongi becomes a lifeline, grounding you in the immediate sensations that demand your attention.

“Ah, fuck,” you moan, wanting more of his electrifying touch.

In a slow and deliberate rhythm, Yoongi withdraws his finger, creating an exquisite tension that leaves you yearning for more. The anticipation builds as he re-enters, his finger becoming a conduit for both pleasure and promise. 

With every measured thrust, the world around you blurs, and the only reality is the electrifying connection between you and him.

As his finger dances within you, the dual sensation of his intimate exploration and the tantalizing strokes on your clit forms a harmonious symphony of ecstasy. It’s a delicate balance between sweet torture and the promise of release, a dance that makes you teeter on the edge of losing yourself entirely.

Your mind, once clouded with uncertainty, now revels in the intoxicating sensations he elicits. 

Each stroke of his finger becomes a stroke of liberation, freeing you from the shackles of doubt and leading you into a realm where pleasure reigns supreme.

As he introduces a second finger into the dance of pleasure, a new dimension of sensation unfolds. The subtle stretch sends tendrils of pleasure through you, and you find yourself instinctively meeting his every thrust. 

His fingers, now working in tandem, navigate the depths of your pussy with an intimate familiarity. Each calculated movement is a testament to his skill, an artful exploration of your most sensitive realms. 

As he delves deeper, you can’t help but surrender to the crescendo of pleasure building within you. The hunger for more intensifies, an insatiable craving that propels you both into uncharted territory.

The precipice of pleasure looms ever nearer, a tantalizing edge that threatens to consume you entirely. Every caress, every thrust brings you to the brink, and the intensity becomes almost overwhelming. The electric current of desire courses through your veins, a pulsating reminder of the ecstasy that hangs in the air.

Your breaths come in shallow gasps, mirroring the urgency of your body’s response to the impending release. 

“Yoon, I’m so close!” 

The words escape your lips in breathless pants, carried on the wings of passion that envelop both of you in a cocoon of desire.

The room is filled with the husky hum of satisfaction as he skillfully introduces a third finger into the delicate equation, causing your breath to hitch in a symphony of pleasure. 

The subtle, rhythmic sound of your mewls, like a sweet melody, harmonizes with the intoxicating atmosphere of shared desire.

A whirlwind of thoughts engulfs your mind, a tempest of emotions and musings that dance in a chaotic waltz. It’s as if a storm of contemplation has descended upon the landscape of your consciousness, leaving you breathless and slightly disoriented.

His teasing suction on your clit becomes a rhythmic pulse, each pull and release sending ripples of sensation through your body. Your spine arches involuntarily, a physical manifestation of the pleasure that courses through you like a current. 

Your breath catches in your throat, a melody of moans and gasps escaping in harmony with the rising pleasure.

You’re losing yourself in the cadence of pleasure, surrendering to the rising tide that threatens to pull you under.

As his fingers expertly navigate the landscape of your pussy, seeking out the elusive treasure of your G-spot, the anticipation within you becomes a taut string, ready to unravel in the most euphoric crescendo.

Each deliberate stroke against your G-spot is a seismic pulse, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core.

The knot in your stomach tightens with every rhythmic press of his fingers, the tension reaching a point where it can no longer withstand the impending release. 

As the wave of climax crashes over you, every muscle in your body tightens, a testament to the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your veins.

The sheer power of the moment finds its voice in a raw, unrestrained scream of his name, a primal melody that reverberates through the van. The sound is a visceral release, an unbridled declaration of pleasure that echoes in the air.

Simultaneously, your vision blurs, the world reduced to a kaleidoscope of colors as tears stream down your cheeks.

In the aftermath of your climax, Yoongi moves with a swiftness that speaks volumes about his care and concern. 

He withdraws from your core, his face adorned with the glistening remnants of your orgasm. The concern etched across his features mirrors the tenderness in his touch as he strokes your cheeks, his fingertips collecting the tear-streaked evidence of your emotional release.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he inquires, his voice a gentle melody that resonates with genuine care.

As the haze of passion begins to dissipate, you become acutely aware of the tears streaming down your face, each droplet a silent witness to the complex interplay of pleasure and emotion. 

It’s a realization that unfolds gradually, like the petals of a delicate flower unfurling under the touch of the morning sun.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting Yoongi’s concerned gaze, the soft orbs reflecting a myriad of emotions—care, tenderness, and a silent inquiry. The unspoken question hangs in the air, inviting you to share the intricate tapestry of feelings that now envelop you.

As you tenderly cup his face, the warmth of your touch conveying a myriad of unspoken emotions, you draw him into a soft, lingering kiss. The sensation is a delicate dance, a symphony of lips meeting in a silent exchange that transcends the need for words. In that fleeting moment, the world outside ceases to exist, and all that remains is the intimate connection between your souls.

As your lips meet, there’s a subtle play of emotions on his face—confusion mingled with a growing awareness. It’s as if your kiss serves as a revelation, unraveling layers of uncertainty and paving the way for a deeper understanding. 

“I’m…” you choke on the words, the weight of them hanging heavy in the air. Your voice trembles, a symphony of vulnerability as you muster the courage to confess, “I’m late.”

He sits up on his knees, the subtle play of emotions flickering across his face—confusion, concern, and a tinge of fear that he’s trying to mask. 

The world around you seems to pause, caught in the gravity of the revelation. The soft glow of the room casts shadows on his features, emphasizing the lines of his furrowed brow and the intensity of his gaze.

“My period.” You exhale the words, each syllable a confession carrying the weight of uncertainty. The air in the van seems to crystallize as the truth hangs in the space between you two, a revelation that both defines and challenges the contours of your shared reality. 

There’s a palpable shift, a seismic ripple that traverses the emotional landscape.

As you release those two words into the room, you can almost sense the burden lifting from your shoulders, the unspoken fears and the silent cacophony of questions dissipating. 

Yoongi’s ‘oh’ escapes his lips like a subtle revelation, a key turning in the lock of understanding. His laughter, a melodic cascade of mirth, breaks the tension that hangs in the air, diffusing it like a gust of wind through a dense forest. As he laughs, his eyes crinkle at the corners, and you can’t help but be captivated by the sheer joy that emanates from him.

You turn to him, an arched brow, an unspoken inquiry, a silent prompt for an explanation to unravel the mystery of his amusement. 

“Is this what has been on your mind lately?” 

Yoongi’s chuckle resonates in the air, wrapping the room in a light, casual ambiance. As the sound tickles your ears, you find yourself frowning, an unexpected twist in his reaction catching you off guard. This wasn’t the response you anticipated, and it leaves a flicker of confusion in your eyes.

His chuckle, like a riddle yet to be unraveled, compels you to seek clarity. The lines on his face soften into a playful smile, but you sense there’s more beneath the surface—layers of emotion waiting to be uncovered.

You gracefully sit up, your hands instinctively finding support behind you. As you rise, there’s a subtle grace in your movements, a dance of poise and strength. 

His voice, a soothing melody, envelops you in a comforting embrace as he reassures, “It’s okay, babe.” There’s an innate understanding in his tone, a blend of empathy and strength that makes you feel seen and supported.

As he utters those words, his eyes become a safe haven, inviting you to share the weight of your concerns. You notice a subtle glint of concern, a reflection of his genuine care for your well-being. It’s not just a question; it’s an invitation to share the burden, a bridge to traverse the uncertain terrain together.

“Have you taken a test yet?”

Your head shakes with a slow, deliberate motion, a silent admission that echoes in the stillness between you two. “We haven’t really been close to a store these couple of days,” you mumble, your words carrying the weight of circumstance and a touch of vulnerability.

Yoongi’s voice carries a soothing cadence, a melody of reassurance that wraps around you like a comforting embrace. 

“Then you can take one when we get to Ansan, and then we’ll know, okay?” His words resonate with a mix of tenderness and practicality, casting a lifeline of certainty in the sea of uncertainties.

Your voice trembles with genuine curiosity as you turn to Yoongi, searching for the calm center in the storm of your emotions. 

“How are you so okay with this?” The question lingers in the air, heavy with the weight of your uncertainty.

“I told you before. I want kids, so I don’t mind. And I love you,” his voice, filled with a sincere tenderness, caresses your ears like a cherished melody, a symphony of reassurance. As Yoongi’s words wash over you, carrying the warmth of his love, you find yourself enchanted by the sincerity in his voice.

“I love you too!” 

Your words spill forth like a cascade, infused with a passion that dances in the air. The sincerity in your voice creates a melody that resonates in the space between you and Yoongi, a sweet harmony of shared emotions. He can’t help but chuckle, a tender sound that mingles with the affectionate atmosphere, like a secret language only the two of you understand.

“Whatever happens, we’ll face it together. Pregnancy or not, I want to be with you,” he declares, sealing his words with a kiss that carries the weight of unwavering commitment.

“Now lay back down so I can make sweet love to you,” he murmurs with a playful slap on your ass, drawing a light chuckle from you. As you comply with his request, the air crackles with anticipation, and the van seems to buzz with the shared energy of desire.

With your tears now dried, a renewed sense of elation washes over you, lifting you into a state of weightlessness. The earlier worries and anxieties have dissipated, leaving behind a serene anticipation for his tender touch. 

With a subtle yet confident movement, he draws you back up, skillfully assisting you in shedding your shirt. The air crackles with a charged energy as he guides you back down, each motion deliberate and unhurried. 

As he hovers above, fully clothed, a sudden intensity sweeps over the room. 

He descends urgently, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss that eclipses time. The embrace is fervent, a fusion of desire and hunger. He bites your bottom lip, a delicious intrusion that elicits a gasp, and as your mouths meld, tongues entwining in an intricate dance, the van seems to vibrate with the electric charge of longing. 

His moan reverberates within you, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

His hands travel down your body, his destination becomes clear as his lips find your breasts. A wave of pleasure courses through you as he takes one of them into his mouth, his tongue dancing with a rhythmic intensity. Simultaneously, his hand expertly caresses and squeezes the other, creating a symphony of sensations that leaves you breathless, lost in the exquisite rhythm of his touch.

His mouth envelops your nipple, coaxing it into a hard bud as he skillfully circles his tongue around it. The teasing bites send electric pulses of pleasure through your body, and you can’t help but moan in ecstasy. 

A surge of arousal courses through your body, igniting every nerve and leaving you acutely aware of the growing intensity between you and Yoongi. 

It’s as if a tidal wave of desire has been unleashed, sweeping away any lingering tension and leaving only the magnetic pull drawing you both closer.

Yoongi shifts his attention to your other breast, and a shiver runs down your spine as his skillful tongue creates a tingling sensation that sends waves of pleasure through your body. Each gentle bite and swirl of his tongue feels like a carefully orchestrated symphony, and you can’t help but arch your back in response to the electrifying pleasure he’s unleashing.

Your breath quickens, and the anticipation of another orgasm builds within you.

Yoongi, attuned to your heightened arousal, allows his free hand to navigate the landscape of your pussy. With deliberate intent, his fingers find your throbbing clit, and a jolt of pleasure courses through you as he gives it a teasing pinch. 

The dual sensations from both his mouth on your breast and his skilled fingers dancing on your most sensitive spot send shivers down your spine, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

“Ah!” an involuntary cry of pleasure escapes your lips, a raw and unfiltered expression of the ecstasy coursing through your body. Your breaths come in ragged pants, each exhale a testament to the overwhelming sensations Yoongi is coaxing from you.

His fingers dance skillfully over your clit, expertly pushing you closer to the edge. Simultaneously, his warm tongue flicks sensuously across your nipple, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your veins. 

In a crescendo of sensation, the knot in your stomach unravels, and you succumb to the powerful waves of ecstasy crashing over you. 

Ecstasy courses through every fiber of your being, causing your toes to curl involuntarily. Your breath comes in hurried pants, and the world around you blurs into a hazy abstraction.

As you slowly open your eyes, you find yourself ensnared in the gaze of Yoongi, his eyes reflecting an ocean of love that threatens to engulf your very soul. In those deep pools of affection, you sense an unwavering connection, a silent promise that transcends words. 

“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only one completely naked,” chuckling, you playfully swat at Yoongi’s sculpted chest.

With a surge of desire, you sit up, pushing him backward. The room crackles with anticipation as you grab his shirt, flinging it haphazardly onto the bed. Your lips crash against his in a hungry kiss, an unspoken urgency that reveals the depths of your longing for his touch.

Your fingers trail a fiery path down his chest. The heat between you intensifies as your hands venture lower, reaching the confines of his pants where a pronounced bulge yearns to be released—a silent plea echoing the passion that simmers beneath the surface.

In a fleeting moment of daring desire, you tease him with the tantalizing touch of your hand through the fabric, evoking a frustrated moan that hangs in the air. With an intoxicating mix of boldness and anticipation, you deftly pull down his pants and boxers, unveiling his throbbing dick.

As the last barrier of clothing drops away, leaving him gloriously exposed before you, he joins in the mirth, a playful chuckle escaping his lips. With an affectionate gleam in his eyes, he guides you back down, eager to continue the symphony of passion that has only just begun.

As his lips meet yours in a tender dance, his eyes lock onto yours, a silent exchange of emotions passing between those beautiful orbs. In that moment, it’s as if the entire cosmos is reflected in the depths of your gaze, and the world outside fades into insignificance.

As he reaches for a condom, you raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

“One last time before we find out if you’re pregnant or not?” 

With a playful smirk, Yoongi holds the foil in front of you, his question hanging in the air like a sweet promise. 

As the anticipation lingers in the air, you find yourself questioning the necessity of the condom. The unspoken desire for a deeper connection, to feel him without barriers, tugs at your thoughts. Yet, you understand the significance of this moment, a delicate balance between shared passion and the impending revelation. 

It’s a bittersweet dance, the choice wrapped in a poignant acknowledgment of the unknown future, making this last embrace all the more meaningful.

“Fine, one last time then.” 

A playful chuckle escapes your lips as you surrender to the shared decision. 

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you wrap your fingers around his impressive hardness. A playful stroke elicits a deep, appreciative moan from him, resonating in the air like a sweet melody of desire.

His breath hitches, and he whispers, “You don’t have to, babe,” the words laced with desire. 

“I still want you to forget your name,” he whispers against your ear, his breath creating a delicate dance of sensations that sends shivers down your spine. 

You hum, a pleased and sultry melody resonating through your words. “But I want to. Please let me suck you; you taste so good.” 

He pants, his breath hitched with a blend of desire and amusement. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “How can I say no to those sweet eyes and that dirty mouth of yours?” 

With a languid motion, he settles back on the bed, creating an inviting space for you between his well-defined legs. 

You crawl between his legs, a mischievous smirk playing on your lips. Slowly, sensually, you run your tongue along the length of his throbbing dick, savoring the moment before releasing a teasing droplet of saliva that glistens in the soft light. 

You take him into your mouth in one smooth, deliberate motion, the warmth and wetness engulfing his cock entirely. A primal hiss escapes his lips, a symphony of pleasure echoing in the van as you work your magic. 

With determination, you savor the taste of his precum, deciding to be bolder. You inch your way down, taking him deeper until your nose brushes against his coarse pubic hair.

As you breathe through your nose, hollowing your cheeks, the obscene sounds escaping him become a symphony that resonates through your core.

His fingers entwine in your hair, tugging gently, a visceral reminder of the intimate connection between you. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, the praise dripping with desire and approval. The sensation of his touch, both tender and possessive, sends shivers down your spine, creating a delicious tension in the air.

As you pull away, a satisfying pop resonates in the room, accompanied by the symphony of your shared breaths. Gasping for air, you meet his gaze, and a playful chuckle escapes his lips, filling the space like a melody that only the two of you understand.

You plunge eagerly, your tongue tracing a sinuous dance around his length, creating a tantalizing symphony of pleasure. As you hum with a subtle vibration, the sensations reverberate, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

“Shit,” he breathes, his voice a low rasp as you feel his dick twitching in your mouth. 

You pull away once more, savoring the moment, and playfully trace the contours of the head of his dick with your tongue. Without further delay, you take him back into your mouth, the shared pleasure deepening with each devoted stroke.

You sense his hands in your hair, a gentle yet urgent pull, as he tries to guide you upward.

“As much as I love your mouth on my dick, I really want to make love to you.” 

He murmurs, drawing your head towards his, initiating a fervent kiss. The taste of himself on your tongue is a fleeting reminder, you know he doesn’t mind, it only fuels the passion between you.

He presses you gently into the sheets, the heat between you intensifying. With a swift motion, he retrieves the discarded foil from the tangled sheets, tearing it open before expertly rolling the condom onto his cock. 

As he lines up his dick with your eager entrance, a shiver of anticipation courses through both of you. With deliberate slowness, he eases into your folds, a dance of pleasure that draws out the exquisite tension in the air. 

The languid pace of his movements creates a sweet agony, a tantalizing dance that turns seconds into eternity. His unhurried rhythm, though almost maddening, speaks volumes of his desire to etch this time into the very fabric of your memories, turning the passage of time into a canvas for your passion.

Ecstasy courses through your veins as he delves deeper, the exquisite stretch sending a shiver down your spine. A symphony of sensations unfolds, and a breathy moan escapes your lips, a testament to the delicious ache that accompanies the perfect alignment of your bodies. 

With each rhythmic thrust, he unearths your most sensitive places, creating a euphoric melody that resonates with the primal rhythm of desire.

Your voice, laced with a desperate plea, dances in the air as you succumb to the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you moan, the words a fervent hymn to the ecstasy that engulfs you.

His grunt reverberates through the van, primal and intense, echoing the raw desire coursing through both of you. He begins to thrust with a tantalizing combination of slow, deliberate movements and rapid, passionate surges.

Every deliberate movement is a languid dance, a symphony of intimacy orchestrated by his tender touch. The deliberate pace allows you both to savor every sensation, each gentle thrust a declaration of his love and desire.

As he descends to capture your lips, it feels like a plunge into a world where time stands still. The kiss leaves you breathless, suspended in a moment that defies gravity. It’s not just a meeting of lips; it’s a celestial dance, leaving you weightless, floating in the ethereal connection between you and him.

Your thoughts dissolve into an exquisite haze, the only clarity emerging from the waves of pleasure he orchestrates. It’s as if the symphony of sensations has drowned out everything else, leaving only the echoes of ecstasy reverberating through your mind.

The knot in your stomach, a manifestation of building pleasure, tightens with every deliberate and passionate movement. Your hands instinctively seek solace on his biceps, anchoring you to the reality of the intimate dance unfolding between your entwined bodies.

As he bends down, his warm breath tickles your earlobe, and in a husky whisper, he confesses, “I’m close, babe.” 

The words, laden with raw desire, send a delicious shiver down your spine.

In the heated passion of the moment, his kisses are fervent and demanding. As his hands explore your body, a surge of desire courses through you when he skillfully pinches both your nipples with his calloused fingers. The sensation makes you arch your back, an involuntary response to the electrifying pleasure that his touch ignites.

In the throes of ecstasy, you can’t help but vocalize the overwhelming pleasure. Your breathless confession, “I’m close too. It’s so good, Yoongi,” escapes in a sultry melody, a raw expression of the intense pleasure coursing through your veins.

With a skilled move, he shifts his hand from your breasts, seamlessly guiding one of your legs over his shoulder. The new angle intensifies every sensation, his every thrust reaching new depths, causing you to release a symphony of moans that echo the escalating pleasure pulsating between you.

“You feel so good around me,” he murmurs, the praise mingling with his ragged breaths. As he maintains the unhurried rhythm, his skilled hand works wonders on your breast.

An electrifying surge courses through you, an unstoppable wave of pleasure crashing into every nerve, leaving you breathless and temporarily adrift in orgasm. As the echoes of ecstasy reverberate through your body, you find yourself in a cocoon of bliss, tethered only by the warmth of Yoongi’s presence above you.

“Fuck!”

Ecstasy courses through him, a guttural exclamation escaping his lips as the rhythmic clenching of your warm walls becomes his undoing. He succumbs to the wave of release, finding solace in the intimacy you both share.

As he releases your leg, it descends gracefully to his side, a silent testament to the shared intensity that just unfolded. Your bodies, now entwined and damp with shared desire, settle into a momentary stillness. His head, heavy with the weight of shared pleasure, finds a resting place atop yours.

He seals the moment with a lingering kiss, a sweet echo of the passion you both just shared. Gently withdrawing from your pussy, he eases himself down beside you, and discards the condom to the floor.

You witness the rhythmic dance of his chest, an intricate ballet choreographed by the ebb and flow of his breaths. Each rise and fall seems like a silent symphony, a testament to the shared intimacy that still lingers in the air. 

You gracefully position yourself on his lap, catching him off guard with the sudden move. The subtle sway of your breasts becomes a tantalizing dance, drawing his gaze irresistibly. A mischievous smile plays on your lips, a silent promise of the passion that’s about to unfold.

As you bask in the afterglow, a surge of emotions overwhelms you, and you can’t hold back the confession bubbling within. “I love you so much. No matter what. I’ve loved you for so many years,” you whisper, laying bare the depths of your heart. 

His eyes mirror your affection, and a serene “Me too,” escapes his lips, carrying the weight of years and years of longing. With a tender smile, you lean into him to seal the moment with a soft, lingering kiss, sealing your love in the quiet intimacy of the shared space between you two.

Hoseok’s frustration spills out as he declares, “I told you it was a bad idea to take Joonie there; he breaks everything!” 

The edge in his voice carries a hint of irritation, directed at Seokjin. As they make their way back to the van, the tension in the air is palpable.

Namjoon, wearied by the perpetual reminders of his purported clumsiness, rolls his eyes. It’s evident that the narrative of him breaking everything has grown stale, and his expression reflects a mix of resignation and mild exasperation. 

His steps come to an abrupt halt as the mesmerizing sight unfolds before him. The camp comes into view, revealing a sight that seizes his attention – you, cradled in Yoongi’s arms covered in blankets, perched on a stool by the flickering warmth of the campfire. 

The scene, painted with the hues of the dancing flames, captures a moment of intimate togetherness that momentarily holds him captive.

He playfully smacks Hoseok’s chest, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Look at that,” he chuckles, his finger extending to showcase the van standing proudly in the distance.

Seokjin’s eyes soften with warmth as he gazes upon your tranquil figures. “Aw,” he gushes, captivated by the peaceful scene before him.

As you gradually awaken in the cocoon of Yoongi’s warmth, your eyes flutter open to find the circle of your friends seated on stools beside you. Their eyes meet yours, each reflecting a unique blend of affection, camaraderie, and unspoken stories.

Yoongi grunts a sleepy “hi,” his voice carrying the weight of the peaceful slumber you both shared. 

Hoseok’s laughter rings out, breaking the serene night air. “Hi, sleepyheads,” he chuckles, searching for a beer in the dimly lit surroundings.

Namjoon’s voice breaks the quiet night, daring to remark, “You look tired and glowing.” 

You release a soft breath, snuggling deeper into Yoongi’s pectorals, fingers intertwining with his.

Seokjin begins to utter, “Did you finally f–” but you abruptly cut him off, declaring, “If you finish that sentence, I’m gonna skin you alive and wear your dick like a party hat.” 

Your words hit like venom, leaving Seokjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok gasping, their eyes widened as if about to fall out of their sockets.

Yoongi’s chuckles resonate underneath you, the melodic sound wrapping around you like a warm embrace, a symphony you wish would play on a loop for eternity.

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[ugh-yoongi]

Jewel, I know your requests are closed but I desperately need to hear your thoughts on who in BTS would do this: https://www.tumblr.com/writing-prompt-s/739417828719034368/you-a-powerful-demoness-have-just-been-summoned

and why is it Namjoon (the potential for crack with this 148 IQ man who is also way more innocent than we think acc to one park jimin just takes me out)

i'm so sorry it took me so long to finish and post this but thank you so much for sending it bc i have been cackling about this scenario ever since.

the prompt: you, a powerful demoness, have just been summoned to earth. this man, this human, wants you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a few days so his parents will get off his back about it.

the gang summons a demon

pairing: namjoon x f. reader genre: supernatural au; crack warnings: reader is a demon and engages in demon behavior, swearing, namjoon makes mention of not being straight, heteronormative parental expectations, jk learns about arcane things on tumblr (which is not an original idea; i read a fic ages ago where taekook are tumblr witches but i cannot find it, so credit to that author or whoever came up with it first), unedited so any mistakes are mine. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 2k

It’s been years since you’ve been to Earth—even longer since you’ve been to South Korea.

“I haven’t been here since 1910,” you say, staring at the gobsmacked man across from you. He’s tall, with tanned skin and a bleached buzz cut; a smattering of tattoos dotting his toned arms—whites and rich hues of blue, imitations of some kind of ceramic art, you think; a golden hoop through his nose; cheeks with dimples so deep you’re sure they’ll crater. “People here definitely didn’t look like you back then, so I’m going to assume we’re pretty far into the future.”

“It’s 2024,” he answers, seemingly still a little dazed. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped. Normally it’s nice to be looked at like that, with all the reverence and awe you deserve, but Earth is not your favorite place to be. Doesn’t even crack the top fifty, if you’re being honest. “Did you say 1910? As in the beginning of the—”

You sigh. “Uh-huh. Hey, if you wouldn’t mind hurrying this up, I’ve got things to do.” The man continues staring. Could be a trick of the light, but you think he’s turning paler by the second.

Minutes tick by. Nothing but silence.

“Are you even listening to me?” you snarl, quickly losing patience you were never given. “I said I’ve got shit to do. My schedule’s booked solid for the next eight centuries, so I really don’t have time to be dilly-dallying in mundane human affairs. Your problems are always so boring.”

More silence.

Which is irksome, sure, but what’s worse is this stupid fucking circle you’re trapped in. Drawn crudely on the floor of (seemingly) this human man’s actual apartment, which would’ve told you all you’d needed to know, if you’d taken ten seconds to take in your surroundings upon first being summoned. This place has got books stacked floor to ceiling in every available inch of space, but you’re certain this person is a fucking idiot.

“Hello?”

The man shakes his head. “Oh, sorry, I just—I’m Namjoon? Kim Namjoon.”

“I don’t care.”

“Right, right.” He sucks in a deep breath. “Well, you’re probably wondering why I summoned you here today”—you roll your eyes—“and, uh.” Namjoon scratches at the back of his neck, anxiety oozing from every pore on his body. Definitely paler. “I am too, to be honest.”

“You what—”

“I didn’t mean to!” Namjoon hurriedly adds, all of that anxiety shifting quickly into pure panic. “It’s just—it was a joke! Mostly! Jeongguk said it as a joke, because everything he says is a joke, and I should’ve known that, but—I don’t know! I’ve tried everything else, and the longer its gone on the more desperate I’ve become, and suddenly what Jeongguk said as a joke didn’t sound so much like a joke anymore! I’m sorry! I didn’t think it’d actually work!”

It takes your brain a minute to translate and decipher the useless slush that just came out of his mouth, but when it does… oh, when it does, you feel absolutely murderous. “You summoned me as a joke?”

Namjoon must see it, too. There’s no way you’re looking cool, calm, and collected right now, because you’ve seen the faces of others that have witnessed your wrath, and they were almost always on the brink of (if not outright) shitting their pants. This stupid, clueless human in front of you doesn’t appear to be faring much better.

So you continue, just to watch him squirm. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

“Um,” comes his brilliant response. “Yes?”

“And who am I?”

He holds up his pointer finger and digs through the back pocket of his jeans. Pulls out a crumbled scrap of paper, nearly soiled from ass sweat and time, and his eyes squint as he tries to read it. “I—well, it’s probably not an accurate translation, you know, since—”

“What does that piece of parchment say, Kim Namjoon?”

“Nothing,” he lies. “I can’t read it anyway, so… a-haaa…”

Patience officially worn thin, you snap your fingers, delighting in the startled shriek that escapes him as the paper goes up in a plume of smoke. “I am going to give you one chance to be honest with me,” you explain slowly, leveling him with a look. “Who do you think I am, and why am I here?”

Namjoon pales further. Looks like he’s trying to melt right through the floor into a puddle of useless slush, and you’d be more than willing to speed up the process if it weren’t for this god forsaken demon trap.

“Can I—can I sit down for this?”

Kim Namjoon, you learn, has a friend named Jeon Jeongguk.

Jeon Jeongguk, you also come to learn, has learned magic from a website called Tumblr.

“There, uh. There are definitely blogs for that sort of thing,” Namjoon explains, tattooed fingers scratching at the back of his neck. He takes a very quick glance at you. “Clearly not very accurate ones.”

You hum. “That’s the only smart thing I’ve heard you say since I showed up in this shithole.”

Namjoon gawks. “Hey, my apartment isn’t a shithole! It’s the best I could afford, alright? There was just an article in The Business Times about how archaic of a system jeonse is—”

“Uh-huh. And this… website?”

Namjoon goes red. Coughs into his fist. “Oh, right, yeah. I’m gonna be honest with you—”

“I already said that—”

“—my parents are coming to visit from Ilsan in a few days and I need a girlfriend.”

You blink. Once, twice, three times. Long enough to replace the rug that had been pulled from under you, because you’re pretty sure you heard this human man allude to having summoned you so you can pretend to be his girlfriend.

All things considered, you’re impressed by how calm you are. This is not a trait most demons have, you especially, and it makes you nostalgic for the days you used to rip men apart limb by limb for less.

“Are you insane?” you ask simply.

“In my defense,” he explains around a wince, “Jeongguk said it was a love spell.”

“A love spell.” Namjoon nods. “And you wound up summoning a demon.”

“It… appears I may have done that, yes.”

“And you want a demon to meet your parents?”

“I mean… when in Rome, right?”

“I’ve committed at least four-hundred and sixty-seven separate atrocities there, so no, probably not when in Rome.”

Namjoon’s jaw drops. He tucks his knees closer to his chest. “Christ, that’s a lot. How did you have the time?”

“I’m immortal,” you deadpan.

“Right, right. Anyway, to answer your question: yes.”

Your eyes narrow. “How bad are your parents that you’d want me to meet them?”

“They’re fine, mostly. I just… am not what they expected in a son? Like, I have the hair and the tattoos and I dropped out of my engineering program in university to pursue art and poetry, so the least I could do is find a wife and settle down and give them grandchildren, but I don’t even know if I want to ever settle down. I’m also not… heterosexual? Entirely? Do you see that a lot—”

You sigh. “Misconception. Not to launch you into some kind of existential crisis, but the gods really don’t give a shit who you humans sleep with.”

“Gods? As in plural?” You snap your fingers. Namjoon’s fingers immediately go to his temples. “Damn, I have a really bad migraine all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, that was me.”

“What’d you do?”

“Made you forget something.”

“Oh. What’d I forget?” It takes a second. “Oh, right, yeah. Um. What was the last thing I said?”

“Your parents wanted you to be an engineer and have a ton of kids but you like art and also not-women, sometimes.”

He flushes again. “I—yes.”

You sigh, arms crossed over your chest. All you want to do is sit down, or open a window. This apartment smells far too strongly of patchouli. “Look, I haven’t been to this place in a long time, but surely you aren’t undesirable by your society’s standards.”

“Are you saying I’m attractive?”

You scowl. “No. I’m saying there had to have been easier ways of doing this, and also can you open a window?”

“It’s February.”

“That means nothing to me.”

“It’s really cold outside.”

“I’m literally from Hell. Go put on a sweater, then.”

With a roll of his eyes, Namjoon stands and moves to the window. Cracks it open a millimeter, just enough for the cold to seep in, before he’s stalking off toward—you’re assuming—his bedroom. You think he’s shoving a garment over his head when he calls out, “You know, you’re really fucking bossy for someone stuck in a trap.”

You vow to kill him as soon as you’re free.

It isn’t often you’re held hostage.

Usually you can spot a trick coming a thousand miles away, but since Namjoon hadn’t meant to summon you at all, you’d been caught unawares. Doomed to be stuck in a demon trap, just like he’d said, which meant you didn’t have a ton of bargaining power.

At least that’s what you’re telling yourself, because as you sit across from Namjoon’s parents at some fancy restaurant, you aren’t convinced he isn’t a crossroads demon himself.

“So,” his mother begins, turning her attention to you, “what do you do for work?”

Namjoon elbows you beneath the table, giving you a silent warning to stick to the script. You’re only here under threat of force—because Jeongguk had stopped by Namjoon’s apartment, saw you in the summoning circle, and nearly fainted before going back to Tumblr to find a binding spell.

Except that one wasn’t great, either, because it only bound you and Namjoon together for three days instead of forever. And, as penance for all the chaos you’ve sown across the universe, Namjoon’s parents’ visit fell within that time frame, so here you are.

Out to dinner. With humans.

You’re pretending to be someone’s girlfriend.

You’re in for the most embarrassing ribbing of your existence once you’re home.

“I work with idols,” you respond, as convincingly as possible, because Namjoon had thought it’d be really funny. Get it? he’d said. Like false idols? You hadn’t laughed. “It’s very secretive, of course, but—”

You don’t finish your thought, because Namjoon’s mother looks delighted: face lit up with mirth, smile blinding, eyes half-lidded under the weight of her happiness. “Oh, how exciting! Has he told you he used to do performances to old H.O.T songs? Namjoonie, what was that one song you liked—”

“Eomma, please—”

“Wasn’t it ‘Candy’?” Namjoon’s dad offers from behind his menu. It’s the first thing he’s said all evening.

Namjoon whimpers, foregoing all social decorum and lectures on posture to sink further in his chair.

You do not, under any circumstances, feel a hint of fondness.

(Which dissipates not even twenty-four hours later.

“The blog was deleted,” Jeongguk says, eyes wide as saucers. “I—the blog is gone, I don’t know how to—”

“What do you mean the blog is gone?” The poor kid is overcome with panic and fear, tries to stutter out a response that makes no sense to you at all through his sobs. “Jeon Jeongguk, what do you mean the blog is gone?”

“I—it’s—I had it bookmarked, I swear! Once the binding spell wore off I was gonna send it to Namjoon hyung so he could send you back, but the blog is gone so the post is gone, too. I don’t—what do I even search for—oh my god, please don’t kill me, I think I’m having a panic attack, I’m gonna—”

And then this human man vomits all over your feet. Namjoon sighs as he goes to fetch a bucket, and you think it’ll be a miracle if any of these people—yourself included—live to see the end of the week.)

[lesbiansloveseokjin]

day 239/548 of seokjin’s military service

this selca was posted on 151204, Jin's 23rd birthday, with the caption:

Ate lobster that can only be eaten on birthday !! Everyone please eat deliciously !! 

(trans cr: Mary @ bts-trans)

jin posted a cover of the song "i love you" that day, and made this post:

Hello, I’m Jin.  I’ve uploaded a cover again after a while.  I wanted to upload a song cover again on a good day It feels really good that you guys are able to listen to my voice on my birthday like this.  I wanted you guys to listen to my voice on my birthday so I prepared from a really long time ago.  It was difficult because I was preparing for the album at the same time but I wanted you guys to listen to an even better song on a good day and tell you guys how I feel so I stayed up and worked really hard. It’d be nice if you listened to it well. I covered the song “I love you” this time and it’s a song that I really liked since I was a trainee When I listened to it, it’s a song that I felt really touched by but I thought, for my birthday this time, about what kind of song would be good for the fans to listen to on my birthday I thought, there’s no other song that can express how I feel towards ARMYs than this song Usually, I like the words “I like you” better but today, I wanted to say I love you guys It’d be nice if my love for ARMYs will be conveyed well just like the song title Thank you for always watching over me and liking me and I love you.  - Jin

(trans cr: Mary @ bts-trans)

bangtan bombs filmed that day:

[#BangtanBomb] Gobblegobblegobble Jimin's self cam! What do you think the members are up to right now? #JiminWhoListensWellToSugaHyung; #JiminWhoDoesNotCareAboutAngles #RealJiminBank;

(trans cr: Rebecca @ bts-trans)

RUN performance from that day:

lastly, here are the boys' tweets celebrating jin for his birthday that day (all trans credits to Mary @ bts-trans)

What crime have I committed #SugaYa #HappyBdayJinHyung #InBrazil #ThisHyung’sPhiltrumWasTheProblem

#HappyBdayJinHyung -RM

I’m sorry so here’s another one - RM

#HappyBdayJinHyung The first star is J-hope. Hyung is forever an opposite extreme (person). N(orth) pole S(outh) pole

(T/N: Meaning he can either be to this end of extremity or the complete opposite end of extremity)

Jin hyung’s philtrum was a drawing paper Hyung, I love you a lot #JIMIN #HappyBdayJinHyung 

Jin who’s cooking #HappyBdayJinHyung #TaehyungAhILoveYou

A flower boy from the morning #HappyBdayJinHyung

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

I’m just stopping by in your inbox to say thank you! As you could see already I really like your posts and thoughts about …well everything honestly😅 I wish I knew English better to feel more comfortable to develop the conversations you are holding here. You are saying all truth about fandom and members. Damn this fandom ….made me feel insane over the years. Like when majority of people start pressuring you to have certain approved by company (lol) or just masses’ opinions. It’d have been easier if I didn’t felt related to them back then, when I only started to listen to bts. It’s so silly I know but you find people with the same taste and interests (more or less) and you think “oh that’s my people” until they are not and you start basically self-censoring yourself. But arguing with them is even worse, especially on twitter. I’m an artist and I have a lot of inspiration from Jimin and Jungkook but it’s frightening me to even open fan artist page in social media to start to post them…The army or jikook fans sphere isn’t welcoming to me anymore. I don’t know if it would feel more fun or stressful. But I just know that I can’t hold myself and when I would see some stupid comment I would openly troll them not nicely or just response back very harshly so I would end up in report accs in a second. Lol😅 One comment about not streaming much from army or delusional shit from jikookers and here I’m telling them to shut up or flare up just laughing “yeah t*ekook f*cking dating in love and now what’s the issue”. All fan artists are so calm and especially big ones are just avoiding all of these and stay silent. I don’t think I’m capable of it. I’m too bitter and quick-tempered and if I have some real life issues and then I would see something absolutely ridiculous in my lil escape from reality time aka fandom..uuuff better someone to hold me back. How do you do it almost daily? I’m too young and inexperienced. To have artist account is like to have brand with your nick(name), and even fan artist seems to behave “professionally” in fandom spaces really taking that as their job or something. And if you won’t bend under these unspoken rules you would have no engagement or too much negativity … so that’s why I keep all drawings to myself only. Help🤣🤣🤣 yeah maybe I’m overthinking but fandom made me feel about them like this, they are driving me crazy. Anyway I just wanted to add to conversation how old time fans feel in this fandom and how you are fresh educated 🧐 air in all of this craziness.

Hello, @moon-under-sunshine. I see you frequently in my notes. Don't worry about your English, you're doing just fine and you can engage more if that's something you would like.

As to your dilemma, I do have some thoughts. You may not like it or agree with, but you came to me so I'll tell you how I see it.

I don't think fandom quarreling should stop you from posting your art. Especially if that's your passion and you want to share it with the world. It's doable and your concerns can be solved if you divide your space accordingly. Make a twitter account which is solely focused on the art you make, use it for eventual commissions if that opportunity arises and keep it simple. You attribute to it one purpose only and it doesn't need to contain your fandom thoughts. You can make a different account for that or even use another platform, like tumblr. I know fanartists seem really professional and not involved in any drama from an outside perspective. But a lot can happen behind the scenes. Don't put anyone on a pedestal, especially when it's just a username.

Not agreeing with army or jikookers is your business and no one is stopping you from sharing your thoughts. But you have to be honest about what do you want to get out if it. Do you just like to rile people up or you're open to conversation? Do you want to be honest or just a troll? What good does trolling do? Offer some sort of satisfaction which is short lived? Yes, it's annoying to read all that about having to stream or maybe some shipping theories are a bit too much or actually ludicrous, but trolling is creating conflict without taking the responsibility for your words. If wanting to express your disagreements with what others are saying is something you want to do, then you should do it in a more mature way. The best solution would of course be to just write the stuff on your own blog. Go bananas. Create your space, you'll have people agreeing and disagreeing with you, but that's the nature of social media. Yeah, it helps create echo chambers because there's less and less interaction between bloggers, but if that interaction does not have a lucrative outcome and it's based solely on trolling, then perhaps it's better to not exist at all.

You asked me how I do it daily. We have different lives so each method one has, it produces a different outcome. If something pisses me off at work, I don't bring that here. And what happens here on my blog doesn't transfer to my overall mood in day to day life. I can keep it separately and also because I don't get actually angry enough to the point of being affected by what the fandom is doing, by what messages I receive and so on. Because as much as I enjoy what I'm doing here, it's but a small fraction of my life and when I put the phone down, it disappears. Participating and talking about the fandom is not that deep for me. It doesn't represent me completely. I don't make it my purpose to prove daily if two guys are together and I certainly don't need to make my entire online identity about telling that the two guys aren't fucking. Same about army, bts or any other topic. If you can't find a bit of joy in all this that makes it worthwile, then there's no point.

You said you're young and inexperienced and that real life issues affect the way you behave online. It's good that you're honest and you're aware of that. You can't change it over night and perhaps with age, you'll see things differently. You don't have to take my advice, but I don't know, maybe channeling your short temper into something else might help. Or make one of those private accounts on twitter and just "scream" into the void and write your most outrageous thoughts you have about the fandom. But remember, it's just that. An online fandom, full of strangers typing on their phone and each has their baggage. But we can choose how we want to behave and what we want from this experience. If posting your art and wanting to get it out there is important, you can find a way to do it.

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 18 replies.

@juju-227592 replied: It’d be so sweet if he buys her house without telling her and put it under Glob name

That’s a cute idea but as we find out in chapter 19, Oc is fussy 🤣

@sweett-nightt replied: “Please, the big softy will love it.” yuna representing us all 🤣, and the JK meeting too i’m so waiting for more interactions between them

Seokjin is SUCH a big softy 🥺 and don’t worry, more interactions between Yuna and Jungkook to come!! 

@0funsite0 replied: Love this!! And I always get sad that I have to wait 2 more weeks for the next one, but then I remember you have a consistent upload pattern ans schedule, which I'm extremely grateful for ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you! I’m very busy lately so it’s been hard to find time to write but hopefully during Christmas and New Year I can get a bunch written and post weekly next year 🤩 

@8loominghell replied: Thank you J for doing the Lords work 💜💜💜 I read it as JK & Yuna pulling their heads in a bit because the day isn’t about them

Thank you for reading! and yes! that’s a great way of looking at it! The day was about Oc! they can bicker next time 😂

@firesighgirl​ reblogged and said: Jordan!!! I've missed 9mtfil couple and their little bubble of happiness so much🥺 it was so funny and sweet how she started screaming for seokjin to rush and feel their daughter kicking and rolling and punching!! Such a sweet bonding experience! And I'm pretty sure that even tho oc's body is getting bigger by the day, they will find new interesting ways to have sex and enjoy themselves!Don't get me started on the baby shower,,, Yuna should definitely be a party organizer, she's amazing! I snorted so loudly with the glob spelled frosting, glob globby globette globbina🥰 and the anticlimactic yuna-jungkook meeting versus the overdramatic jimin-jungkook instant bonding🤣 Yuna watch out for your man, you have competition!!! And I loved all the presents oc got and the slow and steady growth in her relationship with her father (and who hasn't received an accidental blurry selfe by their parents?)What a bittersweet feeling of oc deciding to sell her house and move in with seokjin. It was due time for it to happen, but still I totally get her. I hope the new house has enough rooms for both their gaming room pt.2, the in home offices, the library, globbina's room and rooms for her future siblings🤭

I missed them too! and I think you’re onto something! There’ll definitely come a time when Oc just DOES NOT want to do anything remotely sexual, but until then they can get experimental lol! That’s so funny you said that about Yuna, because originally I was going to make her a party/event planner!! If she gets bored of her job she at least has a back up 😅 and OF COURSE Jimin and Jungkook would become insta best friends. I agree, they really needed to move in together, but house hunting while she’s in her third trimester is so stressy LMAO lucky for Oc tho, she has a super rich boyfriend who can speed up the process by buying a home with cash 🤑🤑

@jovanaprime reblogged and said: This post was so statisfying to read Jordan , at every page break I kept thinking oh no I’ve reached the end but it just kept going .Now why did She scare Jin like that by screaming , but to know it was their cute baby worm , wriggling about about , makes me so sappy .  Her telling Glob to kick him in the nose , so funny . This is Jin , this is DJ (me) and we both have an pregnancy sex kink ? Wow the revelations I am making here , lol . The sex scenes are nice as always .Random side note do you think you could/would ever direct an adult film or write the script .  I would support your endeavor if you so choose to do so. I don’t get how OC sees clearly how much Jin wants to be accepted and liked by everyone else but thinks it’s doesn’t apply to her and their relationship . But I like that Jin in pushing forward and voicing his wants too .Thanks to Yuna for being the annoying yet loving push BabyMama need to move forward with moving in with Jin and possibly selling her place . Thanks you for posting I had been looking forward to Season Three!

The sex scenes are an added bonus! There hasn’t been many this story and there won’t be one until the epilogue now, but yup, Jin has definitely gotten used to having sex with a pregnant Oc hehe! I can’t imagine myself ever writing or directing an adult film, I would be too prudish 😅 which might sound strange considering lol. I think both Oc and Seokjin have their own separate insecurities that have gotten better over the months but still peek out from time to time. Moving in together is a big deal, but it needed to be done, and I think they are more than ready! Thank you for letting me know your thoughts, I always love to hear them! I hope you enjoy season 3 🥰

@jjungcookie​ reblogged and said: Aaaah Glob moved for real and Seokjin felt it!! That was such a soft moment🥺🥺 By the way with the amount of time they are calling the baby Glob I bet they are going to be calling her wrong for a while hahah or maybe they could keep it and it would become a nickname! Yuna is a force of nature. Planning a baby shower in the midst of her own wedding preparations, what a woman hahah. Jungkook and Yuna meeting was a bit anticlimactic yeah but I feel that's because they felt there was a lot of expectations on their shoulders and they were pressured. It's good to hear jk and jimin hit it off though hahah. Also, who even thought to mention Seokjin ran away after finding out he was going to be a father when the mc's father was in the party🤣🤣🤣 wrong move hahah thank goodness for YeonjaAnd they are going to be living together!! They are going to choose a house together and move their things there and they will be with each other aaall the time I can't wait to see the preparations for that! It was a great chapter as always and I will be patiently waiting for the next one😊

Glob is eager for her 9mtfil debut!!! and I love the idea of keeping Glob as a nickname! I can see them doing that. Yuna is amazing! How does she do everything?! She must never sleep! Oc’s father belatedly finding out about Seokjin’s hospital escape was so evil of me LMAO but Yeonja was there to save the day! I just know that Oc and Jin will take to living together so easily! Thank you so much for reading!  

@munirecs​ reblogged and said: my parents are back 🥹i’m so happy to see their relationship progress! everything seems so calm and collected ,, am i toxic for anticipating chaos? ………. can’t wait for them to move in together! can’t wait for globby to be born omgggg … give me the complete MILF AND DILF ERAAAA PLSSSSS 

They are 🥺 you are most deffo toxic LOL There won’t be chaos as such, but something will happen soonish. But for the most part this season is very soft and sappy 😘 Can’t wait for MILF and DILF era! 

[agust-dyke]

Thank u for listening to me :’( It’s so nice to know that it gets better. I had a weird-ish interaction today with my partner when I said I wished I had a body like Jimin’s and I’m trying to not overthink it and just figure my shit out. I haven’t told my partner about my gender crisis (yet?) cause I’m worried about how he’ll react. Like, he has totally accepted me for being bisexual, but I don’t think he gets gender stuff as much? He always tries to be respectful and is always open to learning more but that disconnect is a little hard these days.

Again, thanks so much for listening. Did you read or do any research about gender stuff when you went through this? I’d really appreciate some things to read if you can offer them. <3

ofc, i’m always here to listen <3 i hope that when/if you feel comfortable enough to discuss it with your partner that his response is open-minded and understanding. gender stuff can be hard to understand at first esp for cis ppl but i’ve seen some people come a long way so i’m sending you luck and good vibes!! also i 100% get the jimin thing, i think part of the reason i like boygroups so much is bc i rlly appreciate the gnc vibes and androgyny that a lot of them have and jimin is def in that list, he’s so gender

as for reading, i generally just searched for things written by other trans people, sometimes in the form of tumblr posts on trans-positive blogs. for me personally, reading stone butch blues felt very impactful since i’m a nonbinary lesbian. im not sure if it would translate to you in exactly the same way bc so much of the gender stuff is tied in with butchness but i felt very Seen and generally that’s what i thought of when you said reading (it’s on the author’s website for free if you wanted to read it!) there’s lots of books on lgbt history and that helped me a lot too, i have one book that’s a collection of queer people’s writing on their presentation and body image, including lots of trans ppl dissecting their relationship with gender, it’s called “looking queer” <3 also just familiarizing myself with other people and cultures who acknowledge genders outside the binary helped me feel more secure, so you could def try to find some stuff on roles trans ppl have historically played in society. visual media also helped me, at the time i watched a lot of nonbinary ppl on youtube talk abt their experiences with gender, so you could try that too if you think it’d help!!

if you want more recs or some of the sections from “looking queer” or just want to talk more, feel free to send another ask or a message 💕

[jimipoo]

All yours.

prompt: Since your boyfriend is a dancer you thought it was a good idea to learn a TikTok dance with him and post it for fun. Until suddenly, everyone wants to take him from you and you are not pretty happy with it.

pairings: choreographer!jimin x oc

genre: fluff and a tiny bit of angst (insecurity but its harmless)

word count: 2.8k

warnings: jimin is so sweet and flirty it makes u roll ur eyes, oc is emotional all the time lmfao but in conclusion, theyre that couple + they r domestic bc dats my fav trope

a/n: plots kinda lame but cute imo.. its jus something i randomly thought of as im scrollin thru tiktok bc i hav an addiction yay ^__^ plus i love this tiktok dance LOL anyway its my first ever fic, im nervous so pls tell me what u think about it :3 im still a beginner at writing so it might b messy and rushed >.< but aaa hope u enjoy hehe

if u have tiktok, u might kno about this ;) jus imagine jimin dancing to this song *screams and does a backflip*

It’s becoming increasingly rare for you and Jimin to be home at the same time these days. As much as you want to wait for him every night, draw him a warm bath after a long day of practicing at his dance studio for hours, you can’t. Because you'd be passed out by the time he got home. The only time you’d be able to see him is during mornings when both of you are getting ready for work, one or two kisses on the cheek and it’d be another long hours for the both of you to see each other again.

And you miss him, quite a lot actually. For being such a clingy and affectionate partner and all your texts for him being all “Baby, I miss you :(” you highly doubt that you would be able to survive a full week without at least feeling his presence.

Jimin misses you too, of course. But as much as he feels bad for not coming home early as usual, and as much as he wanted to see you home and eat dinner with you like before, his practicing/working hours needed to be extended for some time because this new choreography for this K-pop boy group is not as easy to master and he feels as if he running out of time. You’d understand though, you know how hard he’s been working and all you want to do is take care of him as you’d like. 

This Friday was one of those rare days. Jimin was able to finish everything he needed to do in his studio ahead of schedule and returned home with a takeout bag from your favorite restaurant. Just a little something to make up for the time you hadn't spent together in the previous weeks.

It’s 9pm and you were really tired. Your back hurts, your legs hurt, even your fingers hurt from all of the typing and note-taking you were doing the whole day. But at this point, all you really want to do is flop your now weak body on the bed, let your heavy eyelids close and drift you off to sleep, giving little to no care about changing from your work clothes which you are probably going to regret later on. You could say that today, specifically, has been a little rough on you. Your boss’ assistant turned out to be absent due to some sickness and because of that, you were the one who was assigned to take over most of her work. You thought it was just that, but during lunch, you accidentally bump someone and spill your mango juice on both of you. They were nice about it, saying that they had a spare shirt to change in their locker. However, you had to deal with the fact that your favorite dress shirt got a huge yellow stain that looked like someone had peed on you.

You thought it was just that, but it happened again. You then accidentally spilled the same mango juice on three of your papers, which you frantically fan with a thin notebook until someone offers you their mini hairdryer. It didn’t dry all the way, but it was enough to make the yellow splotch go away. Your overall summary of your day was just a pure mess, and you were just about to curse at the universe for making you suffer like this. 

Again, it’s 9pm and you were really tired. 

You wrap your hands around the doorknob, lazily pushing the door with your shoulder as you let out a sigh. A very familiar voice of a man immediately echoed through the apartment and you look up, only to see your favorite person, whose lips and eyes were formed into an upturned smile. You felt as if the heavy feeling in your body had been evaporated. 

You’d never expect to see Jimin at this hour being home earlier than you. He was placing some take-out boxes on the table and from what you’ve observed, it’s from your favorite restaurant. His brown hair was slightly ruffled and it looked like he’d just been woken up from a nap. You thought he looked adorable like that, his large, sleeved shirt that made his cute hands look like paws as he looks over to you with puppy eyes and that oh, so cute smile on his face. His crooked tooth peeking out a little. 

You immediately drop your things and tightly wrap your arms around his waist as if you hadn’t seen each other in a decade.

“Jimin!” you squeal, never letting go of his waist and you softly inhale as the smell of fresh laundry mixed with his scent hits through your nose. Your favorite.

“You really missed me that much, huh?” Jimin chuckles, his words slightly sounding heavy as he’d just woken up an hour ago. Bringing his right arm to place on your back, he pulls you closer to him.

“It feels like we haven’t seen each other in weeks,” your voice comes out a little muffled as your face is buried in his chest. You feel like crying, this week really has been pretty bad for you and finally getting to spend some time with your favorite person in the whole world has only been the good thing that’s happened. You try your best to let out a quiet sniffle, but Jimin heard it. 

“Oh my god, are you crying?” He immediately says, his voice laced with concern. “Baby..” he gently grabs your face to make you look up at him, his heart sinks when he sees you red-eyed and it’s clear that you were crying. 

“I’m sorry, today was just terrible, and,” you pause to sniffle, “I’m glad I came home to you.” you finished. You see Jimin looking at you with concern, “I know baby, I know.” he brings your face close to his chest again and embraces you tightly, placing his chin on top of your head as he sways both of you.

“I missed you too.” Jimin clarifies. “Let’s eat now, I’m hungry. Thank you for this.” you let go of his embrace, quickly helping set up the table and both of you take a seat, You start unwrapping your food and so does he, you take a huge bite and sigh in relief because finally, you haven’t eaten since lunchtime. You mentally thank god for having such a sweet boyfriend who never gets sick of you and your clingy-ness. Or maybe he is, he’s just good at hiding it. You thought. 

It’s 10pm and both of you are laying on the bed, your head comfortably rests against Jimin’s chest as his right arm tightly wraps around your shoulder for support, you could still smell his body wash as he had just gotten out of the shower after you. You’d trade everything if it meant you get to cuddle with him like this forever.

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks, looking over to your phone, curious to see what you’ve been watching on your phone because he noticed you’ve gone quiet and all he could hear was some music playing over and over again. The show playing on your shared TV had been long abandoned but neither of you feel like turning it off.

Jimin sees a woman, dancing to a song to what he guesses sung by an American artist named Doja Cat. “Oh wow, she’s good,” Jimin observed, being a dancer himself, he found the choreography pretty impressive, and if he were to learn it, he thinks he might even do it better. Or should he say, eat it up?

You start humming along with the song, suddenly, a light bulb in your brain lit up as you let out a gasp. Looking up at Jimin, he looks at you with curious eyes. “You think you can do this dance?” your lips form a smile.

“Who do you think I am?” he jokes, “I’m a dancer, of course, I can.”

“Do you wanna shoot a Tiktok video?”

“What do you mean, like, we dance to it?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Plus, I think you’d look hot.”

Jimin’s lips tugged in a smirk, “Hot?” this earns a laugh from you. “Yes! I think I’ve gotten a hang of it though, it’s pretty easy.”

Spending time with your boyfriend is and will always be enough to charge your energy battery. Even if it meant forcing him to film and dance to this random video you found while mindlessly scrolling through Tiktok. This was exactly what you and Jimin needed after those long stressful weeks, especially after you had a bad day today at work. Jimin had always told you how dancing is like therapy, and for once, you agree. Because this is so fucking fun.

“How did you know all the steps already? I’m still struggling a little,” you pursed your lips at him.

“Okay, well, try to follow my moves,” he repeats the dance but slowly, so you could easily mimic his movement. You start getting a hang of it, and you can’t help the heat flowing across your cheeks as Jimin gives you praises and you think if he’s like this when he’s actually teaching a student.

But right now, you’re his student.

Luckily, it didn’t take you long enough to master this dance so you immediately press record on your phone and dance along to the song, but as you were dancing, you mess up one move, “Ahh! No!” you let out a giggle and Jimin does as well.

You couldn’t care less about messing up, since this was just purely out of fun, plus, you’ve always thought he’d look sexy dancing to this song.

Your phone finishes recording and you quickly grab it as it shows the preview, showing both of you dancing and you cringe at the sight of you dancing and notice how your moves were slightly delayed and undetailed, unlike Jimin who moves as if he was the one who choreographed this dance. It was clear who was the real dancer between the two of you, he wasn’t even giving his full best, and yet, it still leaves you stunned and blown away. Regardless, you were definitely right about Jimin looking sexy while dancing to this song.

“Damn, look at you move!” Jimin teases as he watches the video over your shoulder, “You can tell I was struggling,” you said in between giggles.

“You did great babe, you look cute.” he nudges you, rolling your eyes in which earns a chuckle from him.

“I’m gonna upload this so our friends could see how cute we are.” you quickly type in your caption: “Roped him into dancing to this song with me 😌 @ParkJimin” you hit post and you wait for it to load and show up in your feed.

“We’re that couple, huh?”

“We’re that couple.”

The following morning, you wake up to the continuous ding! sound echoing throughout your shared bedroom, you could’ve sworn that it was just a part of a weird dream you were currently having, but no, that sickeningly annoying sound was no other than from your own phone. As your brain begins to realize what was happening around you, your red eyes immediately shot open, quickly bringing your hand over to the bedside table to grab your phone, you try to move quietly as you realize that Jimin was still sleeping peacefully beside you. You quickly take a quick glance at him, making sure your shuffling didn’t wake him up.

You open your phone to see about 500 notifications from TikTok.

You sit up as you quickly unlock your phone, confused as to why you suddenly have that many amounts of notifications when all you do in that app was scroll through your For You Page for hours until you find that one funny video that will make you sob from extreme laughter. Did someone hack your account perhaps? Is it a virus? You try to rack your brain but you were still too sleepy to remember anything from last night, and your body is also, pretty sore.

The moment you open the app, it hits you.

You made a TikTok with your boyfriend and it blew up.

It had 10 million views, 3 million likes, and 100 thousand comments.

What.. the fuck? How?

You quickly tap on your video and went straight to the comments, you were immediately met with comments from people thirsting for Jimin, your boyfriend. Your eyes widen as you scroll through them, some of them were straight-up sexualizing him, and a lot of them were comments about how he was too pretty for you, and how odd that you guys are together. Some were even arguing that you guys are probably siblings. What is wrong with these people?

Instead of feeling angry, you felt your heart sink as you scroll more and insecurity gushes through you. You were never the type to feel upset over anything like this, but lately, you’ve been feeling very sensitive and you never even thought that this one video of you guys dancing will have an impact on people like this. You only posted this for fun, so why were they so mean to you? And what do they know about your relationship to judge you like that, plus the audacity to say nasty stuff about YOUR boyfriend? Are you really that ugly? Should you tell Jimin? Should you just delete it? What if people start blowing up your DMs? What if-

“Baby?”

You immediately turn your head to see Jimin who was now awake, puffy-eyed, and pursed lips as he looks up at you, his knotted eyebrows mimicking yours. “What’s wrong? Why were you looking at your phone so intensely?” he innocently asks. You don’t say anything and just showed your phone to him, his eyes immediately squint from the brightness and the blurriness, realizing he still can’t see what you were showing to him, he swiftly turns to grab his eyeglasses from his side’s bedside table, he puts it on. All he sees are comments, but he’s confused. “What is that?”

“Our little TikTok video blew up, and people are being mean for some reason,” you answer.

“Huh? Wh-what do you mean?” he’s still confused, the drowsiness was still preventing him to be aware of what’s currently happening. “It went viral, I mean,” you look through the comments again with a scowl on your face and Jimin sits up, scooting closer to look over your phone. Suddenly, the realization hits him like a truck. “We’re famous?!” is what his first response was.

This made you laugh, “More like, you’re famous,” you hold up your phone to his face, “Everyone is hating on me. Look at these.”

You see his eyes quickly scan through the screen, a divot slowly beginning to form between his eyebrows as he begins to scroll. Suddenly, he grabs his phone from your hand, his thumbs were moving very quickly and you realize that he was replying to one of the comments, you saw his finger tap the send button. “Hey!” You grab your phone from his hands.

user1: There’s no way this pretty guy is with this.. whew anyways 😳

user2 replied: right like..

user3 replied: omg fr hes too pretty for her, look at the way he moves too

user4 replied: why u guys so mean theyre cute :/

user5 replied to user4: naur the girl ruining the video with her dancing lmfao

user3 replied to user5: BYEEEMFMGM

user2 replied to user5: FRR DOE LMAOOO i want a seperate video of him dancing woman he fine as helllll😩

YN replied: lol ok at least I get to suck his dick <3

Your eyes widens at his comment and you let out a gasp, “Jimin!” you slap his shoulder, to which he laughs. “What? It’s true! I’m just telling them who really owns me.” he rubs his shoulder, “That hurt, by the way.”

“Who really owns you?” this made your eyebrows rise and your mouth formed into an amused grin, you let out a laugh.

“Yeah, baby. I’m all yours. Always has been.” he clarifies with that shit-eating grin he sports everytime he acts all cocky and flirty around you. You playfully roll your eyes, trying to hide the fact that it still has an effect on you, it’s one of the things that made you fall for him, anyway.

“Now,” he grabs your phone once again and places it on the bed, but this time you don’t react. You watch him bring one of his legs over yours and sits on your lap so his legs were on either side of yours. A smirk visibly formed on his pretty puffy lips.

“We’ll deal with those people later, they don’t know what they’re talking about. For now, let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“Oh and,” he adds, “You look really sexy when you dance.”

“Oh, really now, Park Jimin?"

[vminity21]

Loving You Blindly | jjk, pjm

Pairing: bestfriend!jimin x veterinarystudent!reader, veterinarystudent!jeongguk x female!reader, fakedating!au

Word Count: 7,300

Genre: angst, fluff, fakedating!au, college!au, f2l!au

Warning(s): profanity, unrequited love, sexual jokes/insinuating; Rating: pg 13

Summary: Being hopelessly in love with your best friend can end perfectly or end in pure devastation. What you do hope, by unexpectedly “dating” your other close friend, is that maybe, just maybe you can make the man of your dreams jealous and finally win his heart over. There’s just one obstacle standing in the way- another woman. When budding feelings start to emerge for someone else, that is when you need to know for sure: is it your best friend that you truly want? Or is it closure? Thank you so much @yoonoclock​ for making the cover!

Tinkering with a screw to place the woven scratch piece onto the cat tower is enough to drive you mad. “You better be thankful that I love you, Wild Child.” Muttering under your breath, you can’t help the swelling of your heart when your black and white feline, Nemesis, gives you a friendly rub across your back. Nemesis mews in response whilst loud purrs reverberate through out the living room. You ordered the set up a week ago, it being larger than the one Nemesis currently has because you wanted to spoil her rotten for a bit.

Nemesis nudges your elbow gently with the front of her head, waiting patiently for you to finish building the project, or potentially waiting for you to feed her. The choice is entirely up to whenever you finish this unfortunately difficult task. Trying to focus on getting the scratch post connected correctly to a soft padded piece that includes a hiding space, your mind attempts to drift into a more positive place. It’d be nice to get a song stuck in your head, but your brain cells tend to capacitate a certain individual instead.

The other half to Nemesis, the other half that also inspired her name, lives with your best friend since childhood, Park Jimin, who named your cat’s brother, Archie. Hearing the name Archie, for some reason deep down into the depths of your brain, made you spew out the word, Nemesis. And here you are, Nemesis who finally calmed down once she hit around four years of age did live up to her name for a while. Counter surfing, knocking down cups of water whenever you could hardly keep your eyes open, jumping on to the top of the fridge to paw at your collection of magnets, swiping at your food when it was already partly in your mouth, chew up multiple pairs of headphones, and the universe only knows what else Nemesis has gotten into.

All in all, Nemesis is the best thing to ever happen to you and the best little companion you could ever ask for aside from humanity. Another thing Nemesis has done, is keep your secret of your undying love for Jimin. Even in a small town, folks still end up attending the same college although there are many majors to choose from. You and Jimin happened to be inspired to become Veterinarians and are currently waiting on the results to see if the pair of you will be accepted into Vet school.

Archie and Nemesis had been found abandoned outside of a shelter that you, Jimin and fellow mutual friend, Jeon Jeongguk volunteered at on the weekends. Jeongguk, who owns a happier than life Doberman already had too much on his plate, and knowing how much you and Jimin love cats, it was the perfect scenario that gave these rambunctious felines good homes. That was four years ago when beginning the prerequisites required for Vet school, and here you are four years later almost finished with the current semester and closely preparing for exams.

Jimin has always been the pop to your tart, the sunshine to your rainy day, the butter to your bread, the milk to your cereal, the sauce to the spaghetti, the creamer to your coffee, and the list just goes on and on. The way the strands of his blonde hair fall into his eyes when he is concentrating on something, or the way he excitingly shuffles to the nearest place to order an ice cream cone, or the way he lights up a room by just smiling- he has been your dream since you have laid eyes on him.

A steady, yet equally giddy smile builds on your lips while you continue inserting the screws to the cat tower. Why he hasn’t seemed to make a connection, you are uncertain. But, with class returning tomorrow, bright and early on a Monday, you want to make it a goal to somehow win Park Jimin over even if it is the last thing, you ever do. Exhaling slowly, you close your eyes momentarily to give yourself a break, contemplating on grabbing a water to rehydrate.

The following morning comes to no surprise that you have a hard time getting out of bed. Brushing your teeth and throwing on some leggings and a sweatshirt, you are thankful that you have at least woken up in time to not be late to class no matter how groggy you feel. The best part about going to a university in the same town is that you do not have to be in a dorm room. Due to your parents saving enough money, they provided you a small apartment for the time being until you get a full-time job related to your major. You pick up shifts here and there at a local emergency vet clinic that Jimin introduced you to, but you are very adamant about making the highest grades possible that studying has almost taken all priority.

Yawning into the back of your hand, you give Nemesis her breakfast and place a small kiss to her cold nose. Time seems to speed just enough when you find yourself entering the school. “Hey!” Jimin says breathlessly as if he ran a marathon just to catch up with you. The way your heart leaps as his fingertips casually brush your arm, “I’ll see you at lunch later! I have to fill you in about the adventure I went on last night.”

“Sounds good,” you smile widely, Jimin kissing your cheek before jogging off further down the hall, his backpack hanging loosely off his shoulders.

“So,” a deep voice sounds, “I hear you finally got a new cat tower for Nemesis. I was wondering what was taking you so long,” Jeongguk leans into you just enough to catch your attention dissipating any daydreams you had cooked up about Jimin and the way his kiss lingered on your skin within the past few minutes. The man now beside you over towers you by a long shot and his presence has always made you feel safe which is why you became close with Jeongguk over the years.

“Well, when her main one is almost obliterated by her talons, I figured it was time to improvise.”

“I’m proud,” Jeongguk grins oblivious to the continuous stares he receives. Recently getting his dark hair trimmed, his lip ring reflects under the lights matching his eyebrow piercing; people melt over his tattoos that are exposed today due to his t-shirt. He is undeniably handsome, and you have known him nearly the same amount of time as Jimin. Jeongguk is also aware of your feelings for Jimin and has sworn to secrecy because he respects that you plan to tell Jimin on your own accord.

You decide to change the subject, “Did you submit everything?” You are referring to Vet school which Jeongguk also aspires to be in, yet he seems to doubt himself more so than you and Jimin ever have with yourselves.

“I did,” Jeongguk’s smile fades slightly, “I’m assuming you have.”

“Me and Jimin did the other night.”

A shadow clouds Jeongguk’s eyes as his hand moves to lightly touch your back at the turn of the hallway, and he swallows enough that appears to resemble a silent gulp. “There’s something I need to tell you,” Jeongguk says suddenly, but before you can fully face him with scrunched eyebrows, a sight in the distance puts you at a halt. Lip locked and fingers squeezing a thin waist is none other than Jimin. The love of your life- sharing an intense, passionate kiss with another female whom you are too stunned to recognize now.

“What?” But you are inaudible, your voice dies on your parched tongue while your body tenses from the bout of nausea intensifying in your abdomen. When has Jimin been seeing somebody? How did you not know? Jimin did get a phone call at one point when the pair of you met up to figure out the paperwork to submit, but you automatically assumed it was Jeongguk.

“Shit,” Jeongguk winces, digging his front teeth into his bottom lip. Of course, Jeongguk knew about this, of course he did, but your mind is so muddled, and your heart feels immensely torn in all directions that you hardly feel the tug of Jeongguk redirecting you to a different route. Honestly, with the tears steaming hot in your eyes, you would do anything to skip class today. Guk seeming to know exactly what you need leads you to the empty auditorium, hiding away into one of the continuous rows where a dim light shines along the stage, enough light to prevent the area from being pitch black.

Desperate to feel calm, you have a hard time doing so, the one whom you love has no idea of your feelings, nor does he feel the same for you. “Gosh, y/n I’m so sorry. I would have told you but,”

“It wasn’t your business to tell,” you murmur, swiping a tear from under your eye. “I understand and it’s not your fault.”

“It still sucks either way.” Guk runs a hand along the back of his head, “If it makes you feel any better, they aren’t official.”

“With a kiss like that, they will be.”

“That or they’ll become parents, there is no in between-” You grimace at Guk’s poor try at a joke, or maybe you react because he is spot on in the accuracy.

Forcing a short giggle, you sniffle, “Leave it to the jeans to prevent pregnancy, that’s all they had for temporary protection.” Sighing loudly, you let your book bag fall at your feet before leaning into the wooden chair, crossing your arms over your chest. If only you could think of any way to feel better sooner rather than later.

The vague scent of cologne or men’s deodorant carries to your nostrils when you realize the proximity of Jeongguk next to you. He seems to be deep in thought just as much as you are, yet neither of you speak for a few minutes. Jeongguk sucks in a quick breath, “You’re going to be late to class, are you okay with that?”

“I’ll just email Professor Seokjin and tell him that I had morning sickness.” You kid knowing damn well that you will come up with a different excuse. On the topic of pregnancy, might as well continue it.

“Five bucks says you wouldn’t.” Guk smiles.

“Yeah, but five bucks is five bucks.” You counter, sniffing back more tears. Your eyes drift to stare at your converse, “How long has this been going on? If you don’t mind telling me.”

“Long enough that I’m shocked you hadn’t noticed.”

Retracing your steps in the past few months, you realize embarrassingly that the signs were all there. The late nights you and Jimin planned to study together but he would show up late or cancel last minute which was unusual, the nervous jitters he would get when he would eyeball flowers or candies in the grocery store that you assumed involved him trying not to get out of his strict diet, or the times he would answer the phone smiling like a maniac, but as mentioned earlier, you always thought it was Guk or Jimin’s mother or his other friend, Namjoon. You never once believed or thought it was another woman. Or maybe you refused to believe it because you blindly begged the universe to give Jimin to you.

If only there was some way to make him jealous… make Jimin notice you for you- the woman who has been right beside him, has been there all along. What could possibly make this situation turn into a fairy tale? What could… The idea hits you suddenly, causing your eyes to enlarge, your heart to pound and a blush to creep onto your chest and cheeks. You are so enraptured in this abrupt thought that you unintentionally plant your hand on Guk’s thigh missing the eager hiss he draws at your gesture.

“Date me,” the words fly out of your mouth as you raise gradually in your chair. “That’s it! Date me!”

Stuttering, Jeongguk looks at you in surprise, “Do what now?”

“Well not- not like actually dating, just pretending to date. Just lo-long enough to get Jimin to notice me the way he should notice me. I mean, you’re a hot dude. It works.”

Pausing with ajar lips and furrowed eyebrows, Guk eyes you suspiciously, inwardly proud at your determination to win over Jimin, but also discreetly turned on by the way you gripped his thigh. He clears his throat, “So, let me get this straight. You want to make Jimin jealous by dating me. Do you even hear yourself right now?”

“Loud and clear.”

“Pardon me for questioning whatever you put in your coffee this morning, but I don’t know if this is going to work. Do you think Jimin will buy it?”

“Do you think Jimin will buy it,” you try to laugh, over doing it a bit that you start to choke on your own spit. Guk pats your back as you bring a fist to your lips. “Why wouldn’t he? All we have to do is snuggle a little, what could be so hard about that?”

“We haven’t said anything about dating to him and we are always around him. No offense, but we don’t necessarily make googly eyes at each other.”

Guk has a valid point there. Every girl and their mom make all the eyes at Jeon Jeongguk, but you on the other hand never have because you have been too enthralled by Park Jimin.  Flitting your gaze at the friend beside you, you really absorb in his features. He is one of the most attractive human beings to step foot into any building. He could be a model or an actor if he wanted to, but he chose and is choosing to be a doctor for animals alongside you and Jimin.

“You are very dashing, might I say. I don’t think it will be that difficult for me to stare at you.”

Jeongguk shakes his head at you with a smile, “Ah, cut it out. You are definitely one to talk. I’m glad I finally have permission to check you out.”

Your heart leaps, “Huh?”

“I’m saying you’re attractive. Take the compliment.” Jeongguk stands to his feet, turning slightly to offer his large hand. “Milady.”

“Uh, I mean, I um,” you squeeze your eyes shut before gulping, obviously flustered now knowing that Jeongguk is very much attracted to you, “Should we establish rules first? Is that what fake boyfriends and girlfriends do?”

“I’ll let you be the boss of that,”

“Oh- oh okay,” finally taking Guk’s hand into your own, you let the security of his touch bring you comfort. Exiting the auditorium, you are uncertain of the time now, but the halls are not nearly as full as they were prior to class starting. Guk runs his thumb along the back of your hand leaving tingles you didn’t expect to awaken as you suck in an anticipated breath. With pleasant surprise, you aren’t as disappointed as you normally would be when Jimin happens to miss lunch with you today, instead you bond with Jeongguk over stale sandwiches and salty chips.

-

You are not used to being stared at, and you probably should have considered that before creating this fabricated story that you and Jeongguk are dating because for the next month, the two of you have been the center of conversation on the entire campus.

“I was wondering why you and Guk have been avoiding my calls,” you expected Jimin to be upset, or to your hope you longed for him to be upset, but the teasing way he wiggles his eyebrows at you suggests otherwise. “I knew something was brewing between you two.”

“Well now you can smell the coffee,” you cough uneasily at your lame joke.

“And it smells delightful,” he winks, horrifyingly showing his support which for once, you didn’t want. “Whaddya say the two of you would like to go to dinner tonight after class? I still have to tell you something. It’s urgent.”

Oh God, he’s going to say he’s pregnant, you smile wide, a tad too wide as you refrain from shaking your head at your anxious internal banter.

“We’d love to,” Guk instantaneously slides to your side wrapping a strong arm around your waist to keep you steady. He always shows up at the right time, something you wish you had a knack for. “Isn’t that right, Buttercup?”

Buttercup!? Out of all the cutesy names, he chooses Buttercup!? “Of course!” Your voice is nervously high pitched, but Jimin doesn’t seem to gather anything from it. “Sugar bear.” Oh, for fuck sakes.

“Just give us the time and place and we will be there,” Guk adds, squeezing you closer, “Hate to cut this so short, but I’m going to be late for class again, so I’ll leave you two to catch up.” Funny how Guk is supposed to be your boyfriend but is lowkey trying to set you up with Jimin.

“No worries, I’ll text you as soon as I figure out a time.” Jimin promises keeping his smile intact.

“Sounds good,” Jeongguk smiles, loosening his arm around you, he turns slightly to face you. An unreadable, yet serious expression is in his brown irises, “I’ll see you after class.” Butterflies grip your stomach when his free fingers tip your chin, and you don’t even have a second to process what is about to take place. Jeongguk kisses you. On the lips. It all happens so fast, so fast yet time stopping enough to feel the heat of his mouth. It was so short and simple- shouldn’t have to mean anything, but as soon as his lips ghost yours, your heart pulls. Tingles spread along your mouth, down your chest even to the numbing of your toes. You want to kiss him again but catch yourself when you hear Jimin coo.

“Look at you Lovebirds.”

Head spinning as you walk to class, you hardly pay attention to Jimin rattling off about the cystotomy of a dog he watched on YouTube and the huge bladder stone that had been removed to make the canine feel better. Sure, those will be a surgery out of many you, Jimin and Jeongguk will have to tackle one day, but you are so awestricken about Jeongguk’s kiss that you miss almost every word your best friend has spoken. Yet, Jimin isn’t a speck jealous of your ‘newfound’ love interest. Your heart shouldn’t sink, but it does, which feeds into more determination to not give up.

It’s been a month, and you have seen Jimin maybe once or twice? Maybe three or four times? You and Jeongguk have been doing a great job with the PDA as far as hand holding, hugging, or quick pecks on the cheek, but never once have you guys kissed on the lips. Not until today. There was a moment that he looked like he was going to especially when the silence took over between you two as he leaned closer. But the moment diminished the second Jimin had called to check up on Jeongguk to see what he had been doing. If you and Jeongguk don’t get to see each other, he calls you. The pair of you making jokes or talking about your elation for Vet school. Your excitement of seeing Jeongguk has changed compared to how it was when it was strictly friendship, lately you have been wanting to be near him more often, but something was holding you back. Park Jimin. Is it Jimin you still want? Or closure?

Falling into your pillows later that evening knowing very well that you should be getting ready for dinner with your friends, you toss your phone that happens to be on speaker with your sister beside you. Nemesis jumps to nestle on the closest part of the bed where she can avoid being touched while you fidget. You let out a huge yet exasperated half-assed groan into your pillow. “Are you being dramatic, again?” Monnie’s voice is stern yet concerned.

“No,” you pout, swiftly maneuvering to lay on your side to better view your phone. “I’m devastated.”

“If Jimin wasn’t so irresistible, I’d agree, but then I met Taehyung and the rest is history.”

“Yes, I know.” You drone. “’He does anything and everything to make sure I’m happy.’” You repeat the line with your sister. “I know I don’t appear to be happy now, but I promise you I am very much happy for you… I just wish I could relate.”

“And you will! Also, Hoseok proposed to LenLen last night, did you hear?”

“I didn’t! I’ll have to text her my congratulations!”

“She plans on asking us to be her bridesmaids, so I’m going to need you to be on your best behavior. Yoongi is going to be Hoseok’s best man and photographer.”

“How is he going to do both? Doesn’t that mean he has to be in the pictures?”

“Only a few, but he has one of those clicky thingies. You know, the one he can hide behind his back and press the button and it snaps the pictures for him.”

Pausing, you can picture, no pun intended, exactly what Monnie is saying. “You’re right. I forgot about that.”

“Plus, majority of the pictures will be of Hoseok and LenLen anyways.”

“That’s true,” if only you could say this about you and Jimin. “Hey, can you do me a favor?” You whine into the phone. A certain crave plagues you when you are sad and that involves cookie dough. It’s not ice cream or cake or mochi or pudding, it’s cookie dough.

“I am not about to leave the comfort of my bed to grab you the dough, and no, I’m not asking Taehyung to fetch it for you either. Plus, don’t you know it’s about to snow? You know how society gets when the weather starts getting sketchy.”

Howling into the phone, you just want to bury under the covers and never let the sun expose your skin again. “I have to go to dinner with Jeongguk and Jimin… Jeongguk’s my date.”

“Excuse-!?” If you assume correctly, it sounds as if Monnie sat up in her bed. “What did you just say? Have you finally moved on?”

“From the way I’ve been complaining, you really think so?”

“Girl, I know you need glasses sometimes, but have you seen Jeongguk?”

“Yes, I have almost my entire life?”

“Trust me, Jimin is a beautiful man and a precious soul. But girl, if Jimin isn’t the one then you should snatch Jeongguk. That man is beauty and brains and from what I’ve heard, he treated Shay like a queen.”

“Shay? Who’s Shay?”

“Some chick I used to work with. I’m sure if you see her, you’d remember her. He tried to make things progress, but she turned him down and nobody is sure why.”

“She met somebody else?” you whisper, also deciding not to mention that fact to your sister that Jeongguk kissed you earlier. In front of his best friend.

“Ah well, it’s her loss and it was like, what, seven years ago, I’m pretty sure Jeongguk’s moved the hell on. And, I would say the same for Jimin being at a loss by not choosing you, except you can’t help who you fall for. Sometimes, feelings for someone can be a blessing or a curse.”

“Call me cursed,” you grunt, burying your nose back into your pillow.

Once you force yourself to get ready after hanging up, Nemesis leans against your legs and chirps while you apply your typical shades of makeup, adding a smidge of lip gloss to plump your lips and you dress warmly to the chilly air outside. You even attempted ordering from a local grocery store online to realize they were out of cookie dough. Fucking snow. Out of all the nights to be out, this had to be the night when you are wallowing in your sorrows. Reaching for your phone, you decide to giddily text Jeongguk, wondering if he is ready.

y/n: earth to the guk, I am in shambles

guk: what’s new, is lemmy nemmy ok

y/n: Nemesis is dandy with universe intact. I will have u kno sir that it has nothing to do with what u think it has to do with. The world is ending I am not ok

guk: if it’s not about who I think it’s about then what else could cause the world to end

y/n: the store has no cookie dough

guk: that’s it?

y/n: bite me

Setting your phone on the counter, you did not expect for it to start buzzing, dropping your gaze to see that it’s Jeongguk. Scrambling as if he’s watching you somewhere, the brisk thought of his kiss arises, yet you find some form of concentration to finally answer the phone. “Am I that biteable?” Really.

A staccato ‘hah!’ sounds over the line, “To keep this fake dating pg, I’m going to avoid that question.”

“That’s fair.”

“I’m actually calling to see if you’re ready so I can come pick you up.”

In all honesty, you hadn’t even thought about Jeongguk coming to pick you up. “You don’t have to do that you know.”

“Well, if I’m going to be your fake boyfriend then I am sure it is my duty to pick you up in my chariot.”

“That does make sense,” you palm your forehead, Nemesis loafing beside your feet. “It would be weird to show up in separate cars.”

“It’s up to you, you’re the boss,” it’s silent for a few seconds, “This doesn’t have anything to do with the kiss earlier, does it? We’re fine, right?”

“The kiss? What do you mean? I wasn’t thinking about- Wait, no- I really liked the kiss, it was perfect! But what I’m saying is, I wasn’t associating it with being awkward in the car with you. Alone and stuff.” You are rambling and you are nervous and that is making itself crystal clear. You haven’t stopped thinking about Jeongguk’s kiss since it happened.

Guk chuckles lightly, “Good, cause I liked the kiss, too. Knowing Jimin, I’m sure we can come up with some plausible reason of why we didn’t show up together. Besides, I have a quick errand I need to run. Are you sure you want to drive separate?”

“I’m sure,” you reply softly, smiling at knowing that Jeongguk liked the kiss, too. You press your fingertips to your lips. “I’m going to run you late anyway so it’s probably best.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in a while. Hey, y/n,”

“Yeah?”

“Whatever happens, I um… I got your back.”

The words mean the world. Jeongguk and Jimin are really the humblest men you have ever known. They have always been positive and supportive and constantly making sure that you’re okay despite Jimin being distracted as of late. You know deep down he truly loves you. He is just not in love with you which is what you are striving for. Clicking off the phone, you pick Nemesis up to give her a squishy hug and kiss the side of her face before setting her down.

Jimin did text the details of everything earlier, so you plug the restaurant into your GPS and head in the direction of where Park Jimin awaits. You do find it odd that the restaurant seems so fancy, typically the choice involves a cheaper place more local but if Guk didn’t question it, neither will you. Maybe Jimin wants to celebrate you and Guk’s ‘relationship.’

Fifteen minutes pass of uncontrollable ponders about how the evening will go until you arrive, breathing deeply to try and calm the nerves quivering into your cold fingertips. Gathering your purse, you throw it over your shoulder as you exit your car, carefully walking toward the entrance letting the cold nip at your skin. Jimin almost takes your breath away when you see the charcoal tuxedo hugging his frame so divinely; his hair is neatly gelled back away from his eyes and hushed tears could brim your lids at how heavenly he looks. Did he do this just for you? But then you remember that you are supposed to have a boyfriend, so no of course he didn’t dress like this for you.

Then stirs the question again, why such a fancy place?

“Oh wow, y/n, you look amazing!” Jimin bellows in excitement as he briefly hugs you. “Did you find the restaurant, okay?” He asks when he pulls away.

“Of course, I did! Jimin, you look… you look so wonderful,” you breathe with a hopeful smile.

“I’m sorry Jeongguk couldn’t make it. He called to let me know he felt under the weather and to make sure you have a good time.”

At first, your eyes widen in surprise, but you stop yourself from blowing you and Guk’s cover when you remember Guk is supposed to be your boyfriend, and you are supposed to know that he wasn’t coming. “Oh? Oh yes! I told him to just stay put, so he could rest. I also told him I would stay with him, but he insisted on me coming.”

“I’ll check on him later, I promised him I’d take care of you.” If you didn’t know Jimin was being the typical friend to you, your heart would soar at his words, but truthfully, you know Jimin would do this for you at any time. What is mind blowing about this situation is that Jeongguk backed out so that you and Jimin could spend some alone time together. As soon as that realization spun within your mind, it sparks your heart to ignite, but it burns out just as soon as it begins turning into sharp daggers that shatter into pieces that could cause your soul to bleed out.

“I wanted to avoid being the third wheel, but now I feel bad because it wasn’t intended for you to be it.” Jimin nudges your elbow innocently.

“Huh?”

Clicking heels enter the scene, and your eyes carry between Jimin’s to the woman now standing by his side, who leans into him lovingly. The same woman you saw Jimin curling tongues with a month ago. How to maintain your composure is one thing you did not expect to deal with tonight. You wish nothing more for Jeongguk to be here for the strength of his hand would keep you sane. He would make you feel okay again. Your phone buzzes within your purse, but you do not have time to fumble for it because Jimin starts introducing you to the chick breaking all panic to call Jeongguk.

“How do you do,” you respond politely, shaking her hand trying with all your might not to cry.

“I’m well, how are you?” She smiles sweetly at you giving you the promise that she will not do anything to harm Jimin. His arm remains planted around her waist and you smile kindly to suppress the heartbreak. Once the three of you take a seat, the waitress takes the drink orders while Jimin tries to make conversation. She’s very quiet, the most she has said is that she is sorry she kept you both waiting while she freshened up in the bathroom and that she was so excited to reunite with Jimin after all this time. At least, that is the most you are willing to gather.

Clearing your throat, you have been subdued to the anxiety riddling your limbs as you try not to shake. If you could run far, far away you would. Pack up Nemesis and run. But with Vet school coming up, the last thing you want is to forfeit your dreams because of a guy. But, not just any guy, you try to reason, your best friend. Jimin watches you carefully and he notices something is wrong. He figures it’s because you miss Jeongguk, but when you excuse yourself from the table, Jimin squeezes his significant other’s shoulder, promising he will be right back.

You didn’t realize Jimin followed you outside, and if he hadn’t, you would have called Jeongguk immediately. Did Jeongguk know that she was going to be here? If he did, why would he do this to you? You escaped to the side of the building where the lights remained the brightest as tepid tears flow down your cheeks. Choking back a sob, you succumb to the sadness because now you are slowly but surely accepting that Jimin isn’t meant to be yours. You saw the joy in both of their eyes, how could you be so selfish to think that Jimin would give that up? Why can’t you just fucking accept that it simply isn’t meant to be? Or… is it?

“Y/N?” Jimin speaks gently, concern written all over his eyes. “Are you okay? Is it because of Jeongguk?” A quick fear enters his eyes, “Is it Nemesis?”

“No- No, Jeongguk is fine. Nemesis is fine,” you assure him, wiping away at your tears.

“Are you?” Jimin steps much closer to the point you see his breath white in the frozen air.

You hold his gaze, begging for him to read your mind, begging him to see what has been right there in front of him all along, but all that’s there is confusion and concern for your wellbeing. “Jimin,” you hardly speak. You know this is crazy, but you need to know for sure. You need to know if this is the harsh reality. “Jimin, I need you to kiss me.”

Shock replaces the confusion, “What? Y/N, did you drink the wrong coffee again?”

“No!” You answer much quicker than predicted, “No, that was a onetime occurrence. I promise I’m sober, Jimin, I need you to kiss me.”  

“But what about Jeongguk? I thought-”

“It was fake, Jimin. It was all fake. I thought maybe-” You cry harder, “I thought maybe if you saw me with someone else, anybody at all that you would realize you wanted me, too.”

Jimin has no words, nothing but mixed emotions of sadness and surprise that he didn’t know how to handle in this very moment. “You tried dating our best friend to get to me? Y/N, I don’t understand. Why would you go through all that trouble? Why couldn’t you just tell me the truth?”

“What does it matter Jimin? Would it have changed anything!?” Stepping even closer, Jimin’s eyes soften as he swallows hard, pain all in his expression matching the pain in your heart. Repeating yourself, more tears brimming, you say, “Jimin, I need you to kiss me.”

Clenching his jaw in response to holding back his own tears, he looks away momentarily. You didn’t realize that maybe there was a time he considered being yours, but something held him back, something you may never know the answer to. Maybe he doesn’t even know the answer himself. Maybe it’s destiny or fate trying to keep you two from being something more. If he kisses you, maybe there will be an answer there.

Removing his hands from his pockets, his fingertips reach for your leather belt loops, inching you closer as your breath hitches. Every second being everything you dreamed he would do, but something didn’t feel whole. When he leans into you, the tip of his cold nose brushes yours before touching your cheek, he finally closes the agonizing gap, tilting his head enough to part his lips into yours. Your fingers run along his chin as he deepens the kiss, your wildest dreams are supposed to come true, fireworks should be bursting into the galaxies and the angels should be singing while the horses gallop over the earth in excitement at the touch of Jimin’s lips. He grips your waist while you gasp, kissing him as passionately as you can, as you have always wanted to do.

It’s the scene you have waited for. Jimin pulls away but only slightly, you press another slow, warm kiss to his lips. You whisper, “Jimin, I love you,”

When a tear pangs Jimin’s cheek, you inch back in agony, his hands glide to hold your forearms, his gaze never moving from the ground, “Y/N, I love her.”

No matter how much you already know the answer at this point, nothing ever prepares you for that kind of heartbreak. His kiss will be burned into your mind for what you believe will be forever, and every dream of him you held, crashes like waves into the depths of the most painful truth. Jimin is not yours, and he never will be.

Your mouth is dry. Your body is rigid. “I’m- I’m sorry.” You barely whisper as you race to your car. Jimin calls your name trying to stop you, but you ignore him. There’s nowhere to escape and there’s nowhere to really run other than to your home that has Nemesis waiting to snuggle with you, so that’s where you will be. You are uncertain how you manage to get into your car, start the ignition and drive, but you did it, and the humiliation of the evening can be left in the dust like your hope for Park Jimin.

-

The burn of your swollen eyelids has had enough of your tears, so you run your fingers along Nemesis’s back as she twirls beneath your hand.  “I’m sorry you haven’t seen Archie in a while. I guess you better get used to it for now,” you sniff, slumping further into your blanket. You haven’t checked your phone the entire night since arriving at the restaurant, so you hope there hasn’t been anyone urgently trying to speak to you.  A knock on the door surprises you prompting you to sit up with scrunched eyebrows. You’re not expecting anyone at all, and you were just thinking how you haven’t checked your phone. Maybe your sister is visiting after all? But her and Taehyung have art class together tonight you thought, or was that tomorrow?

Stepping to the door in your favorite pair of socks, sweatpants, and oversized sweatshirt with no bra, oops, you crack the door enough to see a worried Jeongguk, a plastic bag set next to his feet. “Holy shit, y/n!” Embracing you, he buries his face into your hair, surprising you, but you are so happy he is here that you lace your arms around his frame tightly. “Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been trying to call you all night!”

“I’m sorry,” you breathe hoarsely. “I-”

“No, I’m sorry. I had no idea that Shay was going to be there. If I would have known, I would have never ditched you.”

“Sh-Shay?”

Jeongguk pulls away so he can look at you, “I thought I was helping you out by letting you and Jimin be together, but when he called me panicked that you left in a hurry, he mentioned Shay was there. Holy fuck, I’m so sorry. You scared the shit out of us. I convinced Monnie and Taehyung to stay home and that I would come and check on you especially since the snow is supposed to start soon.”

“Fuck.” You grit your teeth, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that. I-I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Jeongguk pulls you in for another hug once silence grips you, holding you so close you inhale his scent. “Thank you for coming,” you whisper into him fighting back tears threatening to spill, “I needed to kiss him. I needed to know…” You are so tired of crying, but you are so overwhelmed with shame you don’t know how else to cope. “I’ll text everyone to make sure they know I’m alive.” Quiet lingers before you ask again, “Why didn’t you tell me about Shay?”

Jeongguk pauses before replying, “It was a long time ago, but it wasn’t meant to be, so I accepted it and moved on until I found who I was looking for.” You notice the way his arms tug tighter around you warming your soul.

“Does it bother you that she’s with Jimin now?”

“Not really. I’m starting to think they’re made for each other. I hope you find it in yourself to give her a chance.”

“I think I will… I just want Jimin to be happy,” you muster, reminiscing on the way her eyes danced when she saw Jimin. It was magic. Magic that wasn’t meant to be between you and Jimin. “If you can do it, I know I can.” Still clinging to Jeongguk, your eyes drop to the plastic bag. “What’s that?” You ask aloud, pulling away to peer up at him.

He gulps in response, “The errand, I had to run.”

“What is it? Condoms?”

Jeongguk can’t help but laugh at your response, “As much as I don’t plan to have kids anytime soon, you would think I would have picked some up.”

“We can always keep our clothes on.” You shrug. “That’s-”

“Temporary protection, I know.” Jeongguk shakes his head at you, winking, keeping his smile while you bend down to pick up the bag.

Uncovering the item, you gasp, looking up at Jeongguk in disbelief. “How did you-?” There staring back at you is a tub of edible cookie dough, but not just any cookie dough, your favorite flavor of cookie dough.

“I went to five different grocery stores and ended up finding the last one and swiped it before anybody else could. Figured the cookie dough would be a celebration or a way to cope. I say it’s a win win.”

“You didn’t have to do that! Guk!”

“I wanted to.”

You cry, this time from being overfilled with happiness. Instantly, you can’t speak. How could a fake boyfriend be this considerate? Dropping the bag to the floor, your fingers clasp onto Guk’s trench coat as you drag him through the door. If he’s going to kiss you, he’s going to mother fucking kiss you. His boot kicks the door behind him closed as his fingers tangle into your hair at the back of your head, crashing his lips to yours as you moan into his kiss. Swarming butterflies surround every crevice of your heart, mind, body, and soul as dancing sparks prepare to trace the sky with their colors painting the universe as the stars align naturally to the magic simmering between you and this man before you.

His arms reach to lift you up and you wrap your legs around his torso as he carries you carefully to the sofa while your arms tighten behind his shoulders. When he gently lays you down, you run your fingers along the nape of his neck, “Do you think everything will be okay again? Like it used to be before I fucked it up?”

The corner of Jeongguk’s lip raises ever so slightly, “Give it time. We will have plenty of it once the snow hits.”

“Now I know you really regret not bringing those damn condoms.” You smile against his. Him moving his thumb to your cheek while he kisses you again.

Now this. This is the bliss you were searching for. And you found it with Jeon Jeongguk. You knew ultimately that you and Jimin would be okay after giving it some time, and you knew everyone would breathe a collective sigh of relief when they find out that you have been snowed in with Jeongguk after tonight.

Kissing away into the evening, you let him hold you the way he has been wanting to ever since you won him over. They say love works in mysterious ways, and here you are letting it wisp you away completely in Jeongguk’s arms.

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21. Turn of Events

summary: You and Yoongi have never exactly gotten along. Truthfully, this wouldn’t be such an issue if you didn’t work together. But there have been far too many times when his sarcastic comments have rubbed you the wrong way.

His most recent shenanigan might just be the icing on the cake, especially because you know absolutely nothing about it until it’s too late. What’s worse is he’s gotten his friend involved, a friend you happen to get along with rather well — maybe too well.

Yoongi’s intentions really weren’t to drive you away. His curiosity merely got the best of him. But now…he’s woven an intricate mess he can’t get out of. And he can’t help but wonder, will this be the thing that finally pushes you over the edge?

pairing: yoongi x f!reader, jimin x f!reader

rating: pg13

genre: social media au, comedy, romance, fluff, slight angst?

chapter word count: 1.8k, plus social media posts at the beginning

chapter warnings: some swearing, drinking (of age), typical banter between Namjoon and Mayhem

permanent tag list (open): @yoongiofmine @xianav @lilacdreams-00 @emmmui @vantxx95 @cursedblood707 @hqtetsurou @geauxlsu79  @lyra0cassiopeia @halesandy @lunaoceanchild @annoyingtimemachinee @babycoffeefire

series tag list (open): @darlinggod-sweetvillain @namsope32 @90s-belladonna @moon-write @electricari @secretlycrazyhummingbird​  @ysljoon​ @ams02​ @somelazysundays​ @deleteidentity​

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The night you go to the club, it’s cold outside, but you and Nabi ignore it in favor of looking nice. Not for Jimin, you clarify to yourself as you cast one last look in the side mirror of Seokjin’s car. This is all for you. The dress you’re wearing fits your body type just right, complimenting you in ways that make you feel a bit invincible. Your hair is surprisingly behaving tonight and your makeup is done to your liking, all of which combined make adrenaline fizzle in your chest.

Because, okay, it’s not for Jimin. It’s definitely for you. It’s for your confidence, for the good mood it puts you in, but you’re also kind of looking forward to seeing Jimin’s reaction to you dressed up after what little you’d been able to do for your date.

Which…you hadn’t exactly been truthful about to your friends. Sure, you’d told them it’d gone okay, that Jimin had been the perfect gentleman and that the two of you had clicked. It wasn’t a lie, but you hadn’t told them about the doubts you’d had. About the weird little red flags that had put you on edge.

You hadn’t mentioned them because you’re doing your best to ignore them, to forget they even exist.

For the most part, it’s working.

At least, for now. As long as you don’t think about it too hard.

“Yes, yes, you look fine, can we go in now?” Namjoon complains, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

You glare at him over your shoulder, not missing the fact he thinks you look fine while Nabi looks beautiful. You’re not jealous, just highly amused by the fact Nabi really hasn’t caught onto his feelings yet. Namjoon isn’t exactly subtle. The office actually has a running pool about when they’ll finally stop being idiots and make it official.

You doubt it’ll ever happen. Not unless Nabi makes the first move.

In your opinion, Namjoon is a little spineless.

In his opinion, you’re annoying as hell.

Somehow, it’s still a beautiful friendship.

Seokjin lets out a loud sigh, slinging an arm around the younger man’s shoulders and shaking his head. “Ah, Joonie, you can’t rush beauty. Don’t worry, you’ll learn someday.”

You snort and Namjoon rolls his eyes.

“Normally I wouldn’t care if Mayhem takes forever – which, she always does, by the way, – but it’s cold as fuck out here,” he complains. “Can we please go inside?”

“Well, since you said please,” you coo, pinching his cheek.

He scowls and swats your hand away.

Nabi giggles beside you, linking her arm through yours and tugging you along. “Come on, you’ve got a hot guy waiting for you inside.”

“But I’m right here?” Seokjin jokes as you make your way to the door. 

There’s a short line outside, but it’s still early enough that it’s not too outrageous. You’re thankful because, as much as it’s expected of you to be late for everything, you’d really rather not be late for more plans with Jimin. You wouldn’t want him to get the wrong impression.

Unless the impression he gets is that you’re just notoriously late for everything…then it’d actually be correct.

When you finally make it inside, it’s to a cacophony of sound. Although the DJ set hasn’t begun yet, music still thumps from the speakers. But, louder than even the music, are the men sitting at a table near the bar. Jimin and his friends, you realize, when one of them slaps him on the shoulder and nods in your direction.

When Jimin turns around, the smile he gives you is blinding and, when matched with the once-over he gives you, it makes something like butterflies flutter in your stomach. He looks good, in an outfit that hugs him in all the right places, and with the glow of alcohol already coloring his cheeks.

“Mayhem!” he yells over the swell of music, people that have just started trickling into the club glancing between you in curiosity.

You chuckle as you make your way over, easily accepting the hug he pulls you into. “Hey, starting without us?”

You eye the drinks in their hands pointedly.

“We definitely can’t have that,” one of them grins, shaking the hair from his face. The silver lining his ears shimmers in the faint light, eyes twinkling just as brightly as he gets to his feet and starts dragging over some chairs. “Jimin-ssi, go order them a round while Taehyung and I get the table situated.”

Jimin grumbles, but moves to do as he’s told. 

You grab his arm before he can get too far and are met with his wide eyes as he turns to look at you. You offer him a small smile. “I’ll come help you.”

His grin returns and, although you’re not looking in their direction, you think you see his friend Taehyung nudge the other with a broad grin. But whether it’s about your offer or the massive heart-eyes the first one is sporting when he catches sight of Nabi, you can’t be sure.

You get all of a second to side-eye Namjoon’s tense profile before you’re being pulled toward the bar.

“So, which one of your friends is celebrating the promotion?” you ask as you step up to the bar to patiently wait your turn. It’s a bit strange to see someone other than Jimin behind it, but the woman seems just as at ease and charismatic.

“Ah, that would be Jungkook,” he nods back in your friends’ direction and clarifies, “The one with all the earrings.”

“So, the one making googly eyes at my friend,” you reiterate with a flick of your eyebrow.

Jimin smirks, tongue coming out to wet his lips as his eyes glint playfully. “He’d kill me if I said anything.”

You snort. “It’s not like he’s being subtle.”

The two of you observe them. Jungkook touches a finger to the bracelet on Nabi’s wrist and Nabi glances down with a soft giggle. Both of their cheeks have turned a pleasant shade of pink and you can’t help but smile. That is, until you see Namjoon’s clenched jaw.

“I guess you have a point,” Jimin finally relents, turning back to the bar with a smile when the bartender finally makes her way over to you.

The two of them joke about Jimin practically living here and how Jimin just can’t tear himself away from the place before he orders a round of beer for you and your friends. Jimin idly watches the bartender work, drumming his fingers on the countertop before peeking at you from the corner of his eye.

“So–”

“Jimin-ah! Uh, May...” a familiar voice interrupts and you glance up to see Yoongi has settled into a barstool to the left of Jimin. He eyes the two of you curiously, something unfamiliar swimming in his gaze for a moment before it’s gone. “Didn’t realize you’d be here tonight.”

Jimin hums, lifting an eyebrow Yoongi's way. “Celebrating Jungkook’s promotion.”

Yoongi narrows his eyes. “Didn’t know May knew Jungkook.”

You snort, a little annoyed they’re talking about you like you’re not even there. “I don’t.”

Jimin puts an arm around your shoulders with a small shrug, smirk twitching at his lips. “We had such a nice time on our date, I figured it’d be fun to invite her out tonight.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “I thought it was Jungkook’s idea.”

Jimin’s cheeks pink, but his grin widens. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t think it’d be fun.”

“Fair,” you shrug, and Yoongi looks between the two of you with a frown.

The bartender makes an appearance then, placing four beers down in front of the two of you and a glass of whiskey in front of Yoongi. Somehow, his drink of choice doesn’t surprise you.

“Well, don’t let me keep you,” Yoongi mutters, noticing your stare and averting his gaze to the row of liquor behind the bar. He takes a slow sip of his drink. “Go have your fun.”

You frown, wondering at the tone of his voice, but not having time to think too much about it as Jimin grabs two of the glasses and nods toward the others. “You ready?”

Your eyes widen and you quickly nod, taking the two beers in hand and following behind him. Before you go, you cast one last glance Yoongi’s way, only to find him already watching you. You offer a small, awkward smile. “Have a good set tonight, Min.”

Fractionally, his eyes widen before he blinks in quick succession. He doesn’t respond, merely nods, looking a little stunned.

You don’t blame him, feeling a little stunned yourself as you turn to follow Jimin back to the table.

When you get there, you notice a clear shift in energy around the table. Instead of standing alone in front of Jungkook, Nabi is sitting beside him with Namjoon’s arm resting possessively over her shoulders. Namjoon, only taking a small part in the conversation, is beside her, glancing around the club as Nabi and Jungkook talk. Tae is sitting across from them, watching the three of them with narrowed eyes.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, glancing Seokjin’s way, only to have the man shrug at you with an amused grin. You stifle a laugh, handing him his beer and letting Jimin be the one to interrupt whatever that is to give Nabi and Namjoon theirs. He makes easy small talk with the three of them for a moment before he makes his way back to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he slips into the seat next to you. He offers you a bright smile.

You return it, feeling yourself grow warm beneath his attention, and Seokjin looks between the two of you before glancing at his phone. You don’t miss the way his gaze flits up toward the bar. The look on his face catches your attention and you glance back in that direction, only to see Yoongi’s cheeks flame as he quickly turns his attention back to his own phone.

You furrow your eyebrows, eyes moving between your friend and your coworker, an odd feeling stirring in your gut. After a moment, Seokjin clears his throat and shoves his phone in his pocket, offering you a wide smile.

“Who’s ready for shots?” he questions, taking a hearty gulp from his glass.

You raise an eyebrow. “You literally just got your beer two seconds ago.”

“Ah,” he hums, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “But there’s never a bad time for more alcohol.”

“There–” you pause, shaking your head. “--there really is. It’s called the time right before you get alcohol poisoning or get sick on my living room floor.”

He squawks. “That was one time!”

“One time too many,” you shake your head solemnly.

Jimin glances between the two of you, amusement coloring his irises. “I take it there’s more stories like that?”

You roll your eyes. “You have no idea.”

He wiggles in excitement next to you, grinning at Seokjin. “Have any about Mayhem?”

Seokjin’s grin grows impossibly wider. “Do I ever!”

You groan, turning to hide your face in Jimin’s shoulder, who lets out a tinkling laugh and holds you a little tighter, but doesn’t stop Seokjin from launching into one of the most embarrassing stories of your life.

You really should know by now…you can’t take your friends anywhere.

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BTS Reactions: Their S/O is Inexperienced Yet in Their Mid 20s

A/N: Here it is, my first post after my long-ass hiatus :) I hope you guys enjoy it! Requests are OPEN, please send some over! <3

PREMISE: OT7 reacting to finding out that their s/o is physically inexperienced relationship-wise / that this is their s/o’s first relationship despite them being in their mid 20s

A/N: I think a lot of people won't understand why this is a reaction in the first place (lol) but it can be super uncomfortable / awkward to have not dated / had any experience at that age, and a lot of people react badly to finding that out about someone. It's definitely an insecurity for a lot of people (myself included).

warning: mostly unedited due to my status as a trash gremlin

Jin:

Jin was completely shocked when he found out that you had never dated before him. Without thinking, he let this incredulity show on his face, total surprise evident and eyebrows raised. He was briefly silent in disbelief. You took that to mean that he thought you were weird now. You certainly felt that way.

Involuntarily, tears welled up in your eyes and Jin finally registered your distress. “What’s wrong?” he asked in concern, gently brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. You stared down at your feet, murmuring “You probably think I’m super strange now.” in explanation. Jin shook his head insistently, imploring that he didn’t find it weird at all.

“Honestly I was just shocked because I don’t know how you didn’t have people practically lining down the block to date you.” He explained, bringing a small smile back to your face. He pulled you into a hug, assuring you that he was in no hurry as long as he got to spend time with you.

Yoongi:

You and Yoongi were having a cozy night in and catching up on dramas. In the show you were presently watching, there was a character who was in her mid 20s that had never dated or even kissed anyone. Yoongi scoffed, rolling his eyes at this. “This is so unrealistic. Like come on, seriously? How do you get to be that age having never dated, having never even kissed somebody? It’s a completely absurd concept.”

You started to curl in on yourself, looking down with a tortured expression on your face. You were scared to explain the truth, fearful that if he knew he wouldn’t want you anymore. After a few minutes like that, Yoongi finally noticed your body language. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He inquired gently. How were you going to explain this to him?

“I, um… I guess I kind of freaked out when you were talking about the plot being unrealistic… You were so sure it couldn’t happen that you were annoyed by it. And then I really didn’t know how to tell you that the plot line we were discussing is literally the same as me. I’ve never dated before, you’re the first… And when you kissed me for the first time, that was my first kiss.” You took a deep breath, having exerted a lot of energy to force out your words.

Yoongi’s eyes lit up in recognition, then guilt crept onto his features. “Baby no, I’m so sorry, I completely overreacted about the show. I shouldn’t have said all that. I never wanted to hurt your feelings.” Yoongi admitted sincerely. He could tell that you felt a little bit better after that reassurance.

"It’s not a bad thing to do things on a different timeline. Plus, I got the honor of being your first boyfriend because of it. Maybe I’ll be your last.” He said the last part quietly, smirking softly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Hoseok:

One of your favorite things about Hobi was his open and energetic attitude. He was truly one of the friendliest people you’d ever met, and it had felt easy to become close with him. You hadn’t been dating long at all, but the ease of conversation made it feel like you’d known each other for years.

On one particular day, the two of you were chatting over a dinner of your favorite delivery food. Hoseok was in the middle of a funny story about one of his exes, never one for unnecessary social boundaries or conventions, which was fine because you were laughing like crazy at the ridiculous tale he told. Then he continued, though, to tell (admittedly hilarious and absurd) stories about some of his other exes. You were entertained, certainly, though the number of people he seemed to have dated was a bit intimidating to you.

When he finally finished, he asked about *your* exes, and that was where the issue really started. You deflected, not wanting to directly bring attention to the fact that you had never dated before him. He became oddly persistent, seeming frustrated that you didn’t want to share. Not wanting him to misunderstand why you weren’t telling him what he wanted to know, you sucked it up and told him that he was your first boyfriend.

He was extremely surprised, but seemed to understand now why you had been reluctant to answer his questioning. He apologized for going on about exes for so long, and for inadvertently making you nervous. You assured him that it wasn’t a big deal, especially since the only important thing was your relationship moving forward, not either of your pasts.

Namjoon:

When you and Namjoon had only been together a few weeks (after a much longer friendship prior to your romantic relationship beginning), you were spending a nice chill evening at home, eating takeout and chatting. The two of you seemingly never ran out of things to talk about, one of the things you loved about being with him.

You don’t even remember what had led to it, but partway through the evening, he made some dumb joke about virgins and you visibly froze. You had yet to tell him about your lack of experience, and now you were terrified to. Was that really something he’d be bothered by? You hadn’t thought so, but his joking around about it made you doubt that. You did your best not to show your panic, paying unusually close attention to the glass of water you were drinking.

Unfortunately for you, your discomfort was completely apparent, and Namjoon asked you if you were okay. You nodded with a forced smile, making him frown, easily able to tell that you weren’t. You were afraid to tell him now because if it really bothered him that much, maybe it would disappoint him. Maybe it’d be a dealbreaker and he would lose interest in you. Unsure what to do, you stared at your hands, tense and worried. Namjoon lightly rested his hand on your shoulder, staring at you in concern. “Please tell me what’s wrong.” He implored gently.

At that moment you could no longer hold in your emotion, your fear, and tears began to leak from your eyes as you sniffled, starting to shake a bit as you cried. You let him pull you into his arms, holding you close as you tried to stop crying. After a few minutes of you trying to calm down, aided by Joon’s sweet behavior,  he asked again what was wrong, insisting that you could tell him anything. Your chest felt tight, but you didn’t see a way out of sharing what had upset you.

When you explained what had happened, Namjoon felt horrible, cursing himself for having said something so dumb. He told you that it was just a stupid joke, not something he actually cared about, apologizing for upsetting you with his thoughtlessness. He made sure to assure you that it wasn’t a problem for him in the least, and that he was in no rush. Afterwards the whole situation seemed a little silly, though you remembered how genuinely panicked you had been only minutes before and shuddered. But things were immediately made better, the two of you snuggling up on the couch to watch a movie.

Jimin:

Your blossoming relationship with Jimin made you feel like you were walking on a cloud. He was incredibly sweet and so much fun to spend time with, you felt very lucky to be dating him now. Just to be sweet, you had picked up food from his favorite lunch place and were bringing it to him at the BigHit building, where he was currently busy at work in a practice room.

When you arrived, the door to the room was open, but you heard voices coming from inside. You only paused when you heard Jimin say your name. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, and you were about to announce your presence until you realized what he was saying. “You know I really like her, man, I just feel so unsure right now. There has been like, zero physical affection up to this point, nothing beyond hugs and holding hands.” Jimin grumbled, sounding irritated.

Tae hummed in acknowledgement, pausing before inquiring “So obviously you’re frustrated, but what are you thinking about it?” Jimin sighed. “Maybe she just doesn’t like me as much as I like her. I don’t want to think anything bad about her, but what if she’s playing me? Like, she doesn’t have actual feelings for me.” He sounded very down, clearly hurt by the mere possibility. At that moment you were so shocked by what you were hearing, you accidentally dropped the bag of takeout, hurrying to pick it up, but you’d already drawn attention to yourself.

Jimin and Taehyung looked beyond shocked to see you, and you realized you were crying. Taehyung excused himself to let the two of you talk. You walked farther into the room, approaching the boys. “I thought we could have lunch… I know you don’t take enough breaks, and I really wanted to see you…” You admitted quietly, unable to actually make eye contact.

“I just feel so horrible, it’s all my fault that you don’t even know how crazy I am about you. I can’t believe…. I let you be unsure of how much I care about you. It’s my fault, I’m so sorry Jimin.” By the end of what you were saying, you were holding back full sobs. Seeing how distressed you were, Jimin wasted no time in rushing to you and pulling you into his arms, hugging you close.

When you’d finally calmed down and stopped crying, you thought you owed him an explanation. “The lack of physical affection isn’t because I don’t like you. I like you more than I’ve ever liked anybody. I’ve just… never done anything. I haven’t even been in a relationship before now, it’s all new to me.” You admitted, feeling Jimin stiffen in your hug.

When you pulled back to look at him, tears were welling up in his eyes. “Oh, I’m the worst…” He muttered, feeling so guilty. “I was just frustrated, I was feeling insecure. Now that I know, I don’t mind one bit waiting for anything until you’re ready.” He assured you, planting a quick kiss on your forehead as you nodded understanding.

Tae:

It had only been a few weeks since Tae had confessed his feelings to you and the pair of you had started dating. Long before that, you’d been close friends, so you had spent a lot of time together over time. During one of your first few movie nights as a couple, things slowly began to escalate between you. You were sitting close together, seemingly focused on the film, when Tae moved to put an arm around you, pulling you closer so you were snuggled up beside him.

His eyes never left the screen, but there was a telltale little smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes a little, but you certainly didn’t mind. Despite it being such a small thing, at this stage in your relationship, this was a little bit thrilling. Soon you could feel him staring at you, and you turned your head to look back at him. His face had gotten much closer to yours than you’d expected. “…Tae?” you whispered, seeing both affection and mischief in his eyes. “Yes love?” He replied quietly in his gorgeous low voice, making you shiver just slightly.

You shook your head almost imperceptibly, and before you knew it his lips were on yours. You froze, all of this being completely new and foreign for you. Feeling you stiffen and fail to reciprocate the kiss, Tae pulled back to look at your face, wearing an expression of concern. “Um, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have just… assumed you felt the same way…” He muttered nervously, not making eye contact. “No!” You exclaimed a little louder than you meant to, quieting your voice to a near-whisper before speaking again.

“No, Tae, I do feel the same way! I really, really do. I love you. I have since we were just friends. I… I want you too. Just, um, I don’t know what to do…. That was my first kiss just now and I kind of just panicked and froze.” You confessed, watching the surprise and then recognition cover his face. That was all it took to take his unsure expression back to a smug smirk. Knowing the power his voice held over you, he leaned in close to you to speak in your ear when he said “in that case, I think we need some practice, don’t you?” Oh boy.

Jungkook:

You had been seeing Jungkook for a couple of months now and it was more than apparent that he was smitten with you (and vice versa). He complimented you frequently, his heart eyes for you always clearly on display. The only problem was the way you practically jumped away from him any time he got close to you. He had definitely noticed your weird behavior, and though you didn’t know what to do about it, you knew it was only a matter of time until he brought it up in conversation.

When that moment came, you had just clammed up and pulled back from him when he tried to put his arm around you while watching a movie. When you saw his expression in reaction, you felt immensely guilty, seeing the hurt on his face. After a moment it shifted to extreme irritation, him clenching his jaw in annoyance. “What’s your problem? I can’t get anywhere near you without you freaking out and moving away in a hurry.” You couldn’t make eye contact anymore at that point, feeling the tears well up in your eyes as you were filled with the fear that you had ruined things with him.

“I… I don’t really know why I keep doing that, it’s just all new to me. I’ve never dated anyone before you so I kind of don’t know what to do with myself most of the time.” You confessed, trying to mask the sniffle that you gave as the first tear rolled down your cheek. Now it was Jungkook’s turn to feel guilty. He approached you slowly, asking you to look at him in a gentle voice. When you did, you saw that the irritation was completely gone, replaced with remorse and fondness. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, I could have just asked like an actual adult rather than how I behaved. I guess I was just insecure, afraid that you don’t like me in the same way I like you.” He explained, and you nodded slightly in understanding.

“That’s not it at all! I really *really* like you. A relationship is just totally uncharted territory for me and I handled it wrong. I should’ve just told you.” You sighed, the heaviness leaving your heart as an adorable bunny smile grew on his face. “Uncharted territory, huh? Well let me be your travel guide. We can be explorers together.” You rolled your eyes at his dumb joke, but smiled in spite of how silly his words were. You felt like now, with it all out in the open, things could be good with the two of you.

a/n: Feedback please! <3 I love to hear from y'all!

[krreader]

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

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

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

kim seokjin

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

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

Jin gave you a light slap on your ass.

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

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

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

The perfect way to start the new year.

min yoongi

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

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

“You're right. It's perfect.”

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

“Happy new year, princess.”

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

Yes. You liked it.

jung hoseok

“What are you most excited about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kim namjoon

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

“Okay?”

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

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

park jimin

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

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

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

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

“Do you have a boyfriend, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

kim taehyung

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?”

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

“Good.. then let's go outside!”

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

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

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

jeon jeongguk

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

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

But his gut had been right about you all along.

You were Mrs. Right for him.

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

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

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

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

And back to absolutely no mercy tickling.

[jungxk]

crush

filed under. i totally forgot i wrote this. also i like the name eunmi sue me 

notes. thank you to @lonelyending for reading thru this crusty story and making me feel good enough about it again to post it. also @suga-kookiemonster bc im pretty sure i sent u this like a year ago and u told me to post it it but....i forgot abt it shdgjsgd. writing/life in general has been hard recently so pls accept this kookfic to hold yous over until i update just one

genre. fluff, light comedy, light angst, smut

warnings. smut (oral sex: f receiving, penetrative unprotected sex) 

length. 5.1k

the first thing jungkook thinks when he sees you is wow.

he hasn't been up for very long, and you don't even know he's looking at you through the window. yoongi-hyung has wrapped you up in his arms as you sob and sob, muted behind the protective hospital glass. even with messy hair and wet eyes he's starstruck. it's why he recoils slightly when jimin and namjoon explain to him that you're his wife.

"my," he can't even say the word. "my..."

"your wife," namjoon repeats. "you know what a wife is, right? marriage?"

"yes," jungkook huffs, digging his nails into his scalp. "i lost my memory, hyung, not my fucking brain cells." 

he suddenly registers the gold band glistening on his left hand, simple and heavy. he has to take a second to collect himself. "but...but i'm twenty-three. right? i am twenty-three, yeah?"

"yeah. you are," jimin says softly.

"then how the fuck am i already married? not that i'm complaining i just," he suddenly turns pink at the thought of you in a wedding dress, clinging onto his arm, breakfast dates, late night ramen runs at the convenience store, painting the living room in a house you probably share, naked in bed on top of him. jungkook clears his throat. "it just seems a little out of character for me. i can't commit to a pair of shoes for a week let alone-"

"i think it's best if you just spoke with ____," jimin finishes before jungkook can work himself into a frenzy, a comforting hand laying on his shoulder. "you two need to talk anyway and it's best if all these answers came from her."

jungkook gulps at the thought of speaking to you, seeing you face to face. suddenly he's a cripplingly shy fourteen year old again.

"okay." he croaks. "okay."

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you were even more beautiful up close.

your tear stained cheeks are glowing and blotchy when you perch on the chair beside his bed, big eyes fluttering up at him nervously. you're soft and plush and shorter than he thought and jungkook has to fist his hands in the sheets and play a counting game with the heart rate monitor in order to maintain eye contact. he feels himself start to sweat when you smile sadly at him. "sorry, i just...i don't know how to be around you normally without making you uncomfortable," you say quietly, wringing your hands together to avoid touching him.

"uncomfortable?" he queries, gaze latching onto the ring on your hand. seeing it on you gives him a nice feeling.

you nod into your lap. "yeah, um..." you look at your scuffed shoes, searching for the word. "we're usually very...touchy."

he can feel himself turning red again. "t-touchy?"

you meet his eyes and a pretty smile breaks over your face at how bashful he looks, making jungkook's cheeks tinge even pinker than they already are. you nod cutely so your earrings tinkle, eyes shining, and suddenly he understands without any context why he fell in love with you, why he married you so young. you let a comfortable silence settle over the room before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself. "how much do you remember, jungkook?"

he tries not to cave under the weight of his guilt. "not a lot about...you, that is," he finishes with a wince, your sad eyes immediately making him wilt with shame. "i remember everything up until a couple of years ago. we had a show at the japanese dome, debuted in america, and then...nothing. and now..."

"and now," you echo softly. your eyes look distant, staring at the floor.

"i'm sorry," jungkook whispers, chin touching his chest. "hyung told me...they all told me how much i loved you and...and i'm sorry i don't remember any of it. i'm so sorry."

you shake your head gently. "don't be sorry, jungkook-ah," the pet name makes his ears perk up. its a familiar, calming sound. "none of this is your fault. you didn't ask to get hit by that car." your expression turns remorseful, tugging at his heart. "if anything, this is because of me. the only reason you were out was because i asked you to go and get eggs and formula even though i should've remembered to pick some up on the way home and-"

"no, no! please don't blame yourself," jungkook tries, wishing he was close enough or even brave enough to take your hand. you look up at him and he catches a glimpse of the endless pool of love you harbour for him, like a punch to the chest. "i don't ever want you thinking this was your fault. so ple-" he pauses. "wait, formula?"

the door bursts open before he can finish, pitter patter steps rounding his bed until it reaches the other side, where you sit. a little girl with big dark eyes and curls of dark hair stares at him in wonder and elation, her cheeks dimpling just like yours before she screeches, "appa!"

jungkook's mouth goes dry. appa?

you're quick to intervene, putting yourself in the toddlers path to scoop her up in your arms. her grabby little hands struggle over your shoulder, fingers wriggling in attempt to get as close to jungkook as possible. he only stares with wide eyes and an open mouth, heart hammering in his chest when he sees the uncanny resemblances: his round nose. your brown skin but just a twinge fairer. his hooded eyes. and his stomach lurches.

"shhh, eunmi," you coo as you carry her away even with her squirming. "remember what i said before? appa is sick. appa is sick, baby-"

"we have a child?" jungkook wheezes, eyes starting to glaze over. there's a bout of silence when you look back at him guiltily, the baby's fumbling grinding to a halt when she registers the tension in the air. jungkook's breath is barely a whisper. "is that my daughter?"

your face crumples with a fresh bout of tears and eunmi looks on worriedly. she pushes her little lips into your cheek in a baby's kiss, like she's seen her father do so many times to get your attention. the word "amma," is muffled into your skin until you get yourself together and press a short kiss to her head.

yoongi rushes in, face twisted in apology. "i swear to god i turned around for one minute and-"

"it's okay, yoongi," you say quietly, stroking the baby's head. "eunmi, stay with uncle just a bit longer, okay? amma will be back in a minute..."

"appa," she whines over your shoulder, reaching for jungkook who sits helplessly in his bed. he watches with tears wetting his eyelashes, heart twisting in agony at the sight of his child he doesn't remember stretching her arms out for him. she begins to cry when he doesn't react or coo her. like he used to.

"take her, yoongi," you say shakily, passing the baby to him. the sound of eunmi's crying makes your heart shatter all over again, yoongi's quiet hushing doing nothing to qualm her sobbing as the heavy door closes behind them.

the silence that falls between the two of you is nothing short of excruciating. jungkook's head spins, completely overwhelmed: is that why you both got married so young? because of a child? was this why jimin and namjoon wouldn't say a damn thing about his life until he spoke to you first?

and then all the other questions that followed: was he a good father? when was his daughter's birthday? did she like kimchi and banana milk too? did he sing to her? read to her often?

would she ever forgive him for not being able to remember her?

"her name is eunmi," you say, looking down at the floor when jungkook starts to cry.

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jungkook doesn't understand how his baby could be so pretty. she's golden brown like those sandy beaches on postcards, with chubby cheeks and twinkling dark eyes that resemble yours to a t, and that's when he realises of course she's beautiful. she's yours. you balance eunmi on your hip while you make coffee - decaf, since you're still weaning - and despite the amnesia jungkook feels like he's been here before, in this warm, happy place that is the kitchen.

"she got your nose though," you remind him, dumping the baby in his lap upon her fussing. she always seemed to wind down under his touch, and although nervous about the sudden responsibility of fatherhood, jungkook is compelled to give it. eunmi doesn't understand anything's changed so he doesn't see why he should act like it. "she's whiny before her milk too. like you."

"hey!" he retorts, but can't exactly defend himself. he twirls his fingers around her curly pigtails until she catches on and tries to stand on his thighs, reaching for his hair to yank. jungkook lets her. he's barely known his daughter a week and he's already so smitten he'd let her gut him open with a butter knife.

"she missed you, you know. when you were in hospital all this time," you say, making him look up to watch you stare into your drink. the fear still lingers in your eyes, faint and persistent. he can see it every time you look at him and it makes his body yearn to touch you like he once did, like he once would have before his brain unlearned everything his heart didn't. you laugh while watching eunmi pull his hair again, making him hiss. "even yoongi tried but no one coddles her as much as you."

"really?" he asks, face lighting up. he's so happy to hear that. jungkook hates the way the question bubbles up in the back of his throat, like it'd make a difference or it'd change how he felt. but he has to ask it. "is that why...is that why we got married so early, then?" he says, trying to sound as offhand as possible. "because of eunmi?"

you chew your lip. "yeah. i mean, you said it wasn't a big deal. because you were going to marry me eventually so it didn't make a difference, but...it doesn't really matter i guess, because that's not what everyone else thinks," you pause, tracing the rim of your mug again. "that's certainly not what your fans think."

jungkook doesn't even want to think about it. the backlash, the gossip, the name calling and dehumanisation. for the first time in his life jungkook couldn't give less of a shit about his reputation. "i'm sorry," he says, feeling like the word has lost meaning by now with how much he's said it. "i'm so sorry. not for this, for us or for eunmi. i don't regret any of that i just," he shifts the baby in his lap, still getting used to her weight. "i can only imagine what you went through."

you look a bit bewildered. "...you said that last time too." you smile again reassuringly. "please don't feel solely responsible, kook-ah. you didn't exactly get me pregnant on your own."

he flushes tomato red and you giggle at him until eunmi joins in too.

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jungkook can't keep his eyes off you while you play with the baby, comb out her hair, sing her lullabies while you bathe her together. he'd always wanted a whirlwind romance as a teen and it looks like he finally got it, because he can feel himself fall head first in love with you (all over again). it didn’t make sense for someone to be so collected and easygoing after having motherhood forced onto you so abruptly. you tell him often that he's a picture-perfect dad, but jungkook still doubts he compares.

"does she need a change?" he asks, struggling to keep all of eunmi's wriggling limbs in his grip.

"nope, just hungry," you say, reaching out when he passes the baby to you. you're about to stand up and go to the guest room to feed her, but jungkook is already arranging the pillows next to him for you, grabbing a baby cloth on the side too.

"do you need another pillow?" he muses aloud, but he's already grabbing the ones on his side of the bed before you can answer, forming a wedge for you to sit nicely beside him. he looks up at you when you fail to move. "are you okay?"

"yeah i, um," you chew your lip nervously. "you don't...mind me feeding here?"

you immediately regret the question once it leaves your mouth. jungkook's crestfallen expression hits you right in the stomach, round eyes glittering up at you. he hasn't looked this upset since he woke up nearly a month ago. "why would i ever mind?”

"oh jungkook," you sniff, sitting beside him. he pulls you into the nest of pillows beside him, arm winding protectively around your shoulders. your eyes brim with sympathy tears, tired and angry and upset with treating him like a stranger.

"if i make you feel uncomfortable, i can go," he offers quietly. "if it makes you feel weird i understand..."

"no, not at all," you rush to stop him, suddenly realising how close you are. you could kiss his pink little lips if you just tilted your head up. "i just didn't want to make you feel weird. all this new stuff is happening to you, you're suddenly a husband and a father with no recollection of signing up or it and i just...i don't know how much you want to invest the second time around," you scramble to finish your sentence when he pins you with a concerned expression. “as in, i understand if you don���t want to make the same choice twice. it’s a big decision.”

he shakes his head dismissively. there wasn't a thing in the world that could make him turn his back on his family but it looked like you still needed convincing. he peers at you curiously when you position the baby. "so i can stay?"

you smile at him eagerly. "of course," you undo the nursing strap of your bra before the baby finally latches. "i actually prefer it when you're here. it makes me feel safe."

jungkook watches quietly while you hum for the baby, playing with her little hand while she drinks. the adoration seeps out of him in waves, how serene you look while you rock her, how angelic eunmi looks while she blinks her big doll eyes up at you both. she won't stay this little forever. he feels so overwhelmed by it, gathering you further in his arms with the urge to hold his family in his hands like a diamond. you don't question the little sniffles jungkook buries into your hair, resting your head on his shoulder wordlessly. you missed being held by him, missed his cotton scent and gentle breath.

"i love her so much," he whispers into the shell of your ear, entranced by the baby's little gurgles and gulps. he reaches out to run his knuckle over the velvet of her cheek, round and stuffed with milk. "i feel like i'll die, i love her so much."

"me too," you smile. "it was scary and hard for a long time but...i'm so glad we had her. i wouldn't trade her for anything."

you feel jungkook's lips trace your temple, heart stuttering upon the sudden contact. you hear what he doesn’t say: i wouldn't trade either of you.

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"why are you so sweaty?" jimin scowls, noting the dark patches under jungkook's t-shirt when he tries to take the baby from his arms. "it's not even humid today."

jungkook doesn't do anything but gulp and cuddle a sleeping eunmi closer to his chest. she's become somewhat of a security blanket for him; even if she wasn't awake to play, he was always itching to hold her and nuzzle into her head when he's tense or embarrassed. like now.

"leave him alone, you know he sweats when he's shy," yoongi grins.

"stop it," jungkook mumbles.

"shy? what for?"

"because he's got a crush on his wife," namjoon snickers, knowing jungkook would whack him one if his arms weren't around his kid. "why are you looking at me like that? it's true!"

"but you can't just say it! she'll hear!" he hisses.

"you're married," jimin deadpans but it only makes the younger boy curl in on his baby more. "god, this reminds of when you two met. remember how he used to hide behind manager hyung every time ____ came in? and then i had to listen to them fuck in the next room for a year only to end up back here all over again-"

"jungkook," you call. "where did these come from?" you walk into the sitting room with a bouquet of yellow roses nestled in your arms. "did a fan send them? i didn't see a note they were just on the worktop-"

"th-those are for you," he mumbles. "i got those for you."

you look so pretty when you stare it makes him sweat harder and the three older boys all but burst a vein in their head trying not to laugh when leaving the room. there's an awkward silence where you clutch the flowers and he clutches the baby. "thank you," you say finally. "they're beautiful, i love the colour yellow..."

his big doe eyes round up to look at you even though the lower half of his face is smushed into pigtails. "you're welcome."

"can i kiss you?" you blurt out, too fast to stop it. your cheeks are still stinging and you're pretty sure you have baby powder in your hair but jungkook looks at you with awe as he nods so vigorously his earrings shake.

so you do, leaning over the arm of the sofa to press your mouth over his long enough for both your breaths to catch. you pull away, moving to sit next to him so his free arm can wind around your shoulders when you kiss him again. "please," he mumbles when you part. "please don't ask to kiss me. just do it," he leans for another long, warm kiss that leaves you light headed. "stop tip-toeing around me, okay? we're married. i know i scare easy, but not that easy."

you feel giddy, finally feeling the weight being lifted piece by piece. "okay," you peck his mole endearingly before scooting up for another kiss. "i missed this."

"me too," he hums into your mouth. "it feels like the first time but also...not the first time, you know? not just because i don't remember but like," he doesn't know how to say it, wetting his lips thoughtfully. your chapstick is cherry flavoured, his favourite. "like we've been doing this for longer than both of us even realise. longer than this life."

"i know," you nod. "i know."

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after a while, you forgot about jungkook's amnesia altogether. even though the chances of him making a full recovery were slim, it all felt so normal and back to routine, all the kissing and the cuddling and the playing with eunmi. there was almost no room for trepidation anymore. until now.

you moan into jungkook's mouth when he pulls you onto his thighs, big hands palming your ass when you grind into him. he's only mildly concerned that he'll cum in his pants at this rate but he doesn't fret too much: that was secondary to undressing you and touching you and pleasing you and making you scream as loud as he could make you without waking the baby. he has nearly three years of re-learning your body to catch up on and he's eager to start.

he's quickly reminded during this process that you are a master. you know exactly where to kiss him, exactly how much pressure to kneed into his cock with your hips, exactly how much tongue he wants in his mouth until he's whining and damp for you. of course you know his body like the back of your hand - your child wasn't conceived from thin air. it makes him all the more desperate to learn, almost antsy to get his mouth and hands on you until you're writhing and breathless beneath him.

you gasp when you feel his hand slip between your legs, rubbing his fingers over your shorts. you automatically rock your covered wetness into his touch, the long whimper you muffle into his neck sending jungkook soaring through the clouds with pride. you're so lost in the feeling, having missed it so much, you're barely able to squeak a stop! when he hooks his fingers inside the waistband of your panties.

his eyes shoot open. "what's wrong?"

"j-jungkook," you shuffle in his grip, feeling so embarrassed under his scrutiny you don't know where to look. "it's not that i want you to stop but. listen, just," you cling to his shoulders, shivering when his hands drag reassuringly up to your waist. "just remember that...i've had a kid, okay? i'm not gonna look like before."

he blinks. "i don't remember what you looked like before."

"no, i mean like," you lick your lips, tasting him there. "it's still something to keep in mind. i'm not gonna be as smooth and perky in places like all those idol girls you perform next to, so just-" he watches you fumble nervously in his lap, the growing disbelief making him blink. "don't expect too much okay? things might not look the way you imagine them to and i don't want you to feel-"

"stop," he cuts off, tugging you so you're seated over his erection again. the look jungkook pins you with is so intense you can feel your pulse thrum in your ears, the harsh rise and fall of his chest making him appear that much more passionate. "this body," he slips his hands up your top, palming your skin. "made my child. i take offence to it being spoken about with anything less than admiration, even by you."

"kook-ah," you say nervously, but still let him remove your pj top over your head before you laying you under him on the bed. you don't know why your eyes suddenly prick with tears when he traces over your stretch marks and discoloured skin with his smooth lips. "this kept my daughter warm," he kisses under your navel, sliding up to your heavy breasts. he kisses each darkened nipple, swollen from the baby's mouth. "these feed her." he rises further still, before planting his mouth on your forehead in a short peck. "and this raises her. so how can i be anything but proud to touch you?"

"jungkook, stop," you sniff, tears wetting your lashes. your eyes fall shut when he wipes them away with his thumb, lips ghosting over your cheeks and nose.

"what did i say about tip-toeing around me?" he whispers, forcing you to look him in the eye. only then do you see the tears there, all the ardour and respect he holds for you pooling in those brown depths. "i'm your husband. let me be your husband."

you kiss him before you can start crying again, letting him part your mouth and taste you long and hard before finally undressing himself and slipping your shorts off. this is all a first for him, and it's been so long since you've done this it's almost like a first for you too, frantic and messy and desperate to feel jungkook lodged inside you where he belongs. you know he must share the sentiment when he splits your thighs over the narrow of his hips, hooking them there while he gets a good look of his erection rubbing through your slick.

no wonder i knocked her up, jungkook muses faintly. i don't think i can ever stop doing this.

"jungkook, please," you run a hand through his hair, grinding against his cock in encouragement but he still won't take the plunge. instead, your voice reminds him of his initial objective, causing him to saunter down between your legs faster than you can process. he's licking into you before you can have a second thought about it, mouth falling open with a loud moan when he traces around your clit in firm circles.

he has your knees over his shoulders and his arms wound around your hips so you have nowhere to go, nothing to do but buck into his attentive mouth, jungkook's groans vibrating against you until you can barely keep yourself together - he's always enjoyed this as much as you have. which is why he takes his time, explores every crevice and subsequent response, relishing in the gush of wetness when he does something right. he even goes as far as holding his tongue stagnant against your folds so you have no choice but to rub yourself into him for friction, so entranced he is by your invigorating reactions. only when you're squirming and whimpering with deliriousness does he finally give in and resume a steady pace over your swollen clit, two fingers sliding in home so you have something to come around. and you do.

messy and wet and shrieking into the pillow by your head so that you're muffled enough to not wake the baby down the hall, your orgasm drawing out longer than normal as you do your best to ride it out. jungkook carries you through it, gulping down as much of your arousal as he can manage until your hips finally drop back into the bed in post-climax exhaustion. on the contrary, the only reason he stops lapping at you is because you tug him away by the hair, bringing him up to you and between your legs again before he can do anything about it.

he splutters with a moan at the sudden contact of your wetness against his cock again, eyes fluttering shut and allowing you to bring him in, arms and legs winding securely around him so that you're flush against each other, hips rocking in tandem. jungkook is so caught up in the feeling - not the sex but the safety of being held, being connected like this - that you're the one to reach down and position his tip against your hot center, before finally running your hands down your husband's back to cup his ass and shove him into you.

jungkook gasps, breath shaking at how tight you are. you're so hot, so snug around him his eyes shut upon instinct, letting your hands guide his hips and showing him how to move in that perfect rolling motion that you're only familiar with after years of practice. and jungkook, of course, is a fast learner. it doesn't take long for him to take the reigns and fuck you just how you like it, adding in a sharp snap of his hips every now and again just to listen to you squeak in surprise. the wet sounds of your joined arousal coupled with you moaning under him is near cathartic, sending him hurtling to his finish line.

but before he can get there you shift him over, thick thighs helping you roll and pin him under you on the bed. jungkook grapples at your waist when you resume a slower but harder rock of your hips that has his length grinding against your clenching walls, his head thrown back at the intensity of it. you ride him through it, peppering the moles on his pretty neck with kisses and sucks, mouth finding his stiff little nipple to give it a swirl too. it's exactly what he needs to finish off, fingers digging into your flesh as he bucks wildly, filling you full of his seed while he calls your name. you slow to a stop when his hands finally fall limp on your thighs, his chest heaving under you and covered in sweat. you giggle. he always got so sweaty.

"you did so well, kookie," you whisper, kissing his damp neck and collar bones. his arms are suddenly around you again for comfort. "you were so good for me...always so good to me..."

"you," he croaks finally, eyes half lidded and a little delirious. "you didn't finish?"

you giggle at his genuine concern, pecking his wet lips. "i got mine, remember?"

"how many times?" jungkook is suddenly alert, tugging your wrist to get your attention before you can climb off him. his other hand is still around your middle so moving was out of the question until he allowed it. he was still inside you. "how many times do i usually make you come?"

you blink in embarrassment. you never really thought about it, let alone counted. "um...i don't know..." he waits for an answer, awfully serious about it. "a-at least two or three, i guess."

you yelp when he flips you back over, fingers immediately prying your cum soaked folds apart to nestle inside. "then don't act like we're done."