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barbika1508 · 3 years ago

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SWEVEN (OT7 x Reader)

Part 5

Word Count: 8,6k

Genre: Romance, PWP but with some plot thrown here and there

Pairing: OT7 x Reader, Seokjin x Reader x Jimin

Warnings: Threesome, Oppa Kink, Female Oral Receiving, Fingering, Cock cage, Anal

Summary: Sweater-weather galore, entails fluffy pullovers, sweatshirt, comfy pants, maybe a nice gaming setup, a good game to play, potentially good company and to top it of maybe even a setup of LED lights illuminating the room.

Authors Note: Sweven – (n.) a vision seen in sleep; a dream Kimchi bokkeumbap – Kimchi fried rice ( Ao3 Version )

‘’You finally did it!’’

A wide grin of triumph raises upon my lips as I glance towards the blue haired dancer that walks into the room looking amazed at the screen. The LED light strips that Jin glued to the corners of his side of the room switch from a blue glow into a purple-ish pink one.

‘’And it only took a hundred of years to achieve!’’ I complain moving my head to the side to look at the oldest of my boyfriends on whose lap I’ve made myself comfortable. He remains relaxed against the carefully structured pillows that he stacked against the headboard before the game began.

He takes a hold of the controller in my hand’s attention still on the continuing game, the newly purchase TV across the room with a brand-new gaming console sitting on an already decorated TV stand. He continues to press the buttons of the controller playing the game for me.

‘’Hey, hey, hey.’’ He pips up moving the character on screen concentration alternating between the game and us ‘’Don’t exaggerate so much. I practically did half the work.’’ He makes his point grunting as the figure of spiderman on the screen keeps swinging, rushing after a car. I can only shake my head at his statement knowing full well I’ve completed the level he was stuck on for 2 days in 3 tries.

‘’Of course, you did hyung.’’ Jimin states chirpily with a faint smile having stopped at the foot of the bed as we all watch the short loading scene as it plays and shifts the character elsewhere. Looking at the dancer, he is dressed comfy in a white fluffy pullover, and fila black sweatpants, his hair unmade face void of makeup for once, glasses paired up with the look meaning he decided on taking an easy day at home. As he turns his head towards us, I offer him a smile patting the bed on my left side, while Jin distractedly mutters curses under his breath.

‘’Have you eaten?’’ I find myself asking as Jimin makes his way over without complaint, sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed sort of keeping a distance at the moment which does strike me as odd. He nods reserved but accepts my offered hand.

‘’Hoseok hyung ordered Kimchi bokkeumbap. I’m full.’’ He presents a gentle smile, eyes trained solemnly onto me, until Jin sort of bumps me forward.

‘’Are you kidding me?!’’ he groans in complaint ending up leaning onto me bending me in half. He lets go of the glowing controller of the PS5 which as mentioned before I’ve only recently convinced him to get and lets it rest bellow my joined knees while his hands fall limply onto my thighs ‘’That’s a foul, I did nothing wrong, this game is hacked.’’ The elder complains leaving me sort of immobilized in the position I am in, as he wallows in self-pity. Looking at Jimin he has a smile on his face still holding onto my hand, the amusement unmissable like the tension in his body that seems to remain even in the comfort and safety of being home.

‘’Ah yes I’m sure this must be a conspiracy against you babe, you’re too good of a player and this is all simply wrong.’’ I try agreeing with him, but the use of sarcasm is heavy in my tone Jimin’s hand going quickly up to cover his mouth.

‘’Thank you!!!’’ Seokjin yells unnecessarily loud but thankfully straightens up hands now gripping my thighs ‘’We should send a complaint about this mistreatment! You are my witnesses!!!’’ he proceeds to give a loud peck onto my cheek and pull me into him hands taking a hold of the controller as he starts another round, frustration lingering.

‘’Uh huh, any time babe.’’ I reply trying to fish out for my fallen phone that his sudden actions have caused me to drop in between my previous bent legs. Not being able to reach it as it’s more so stuck under Jin’s right calf, Jimin sets on the move and let’s go of my hand to reach for it.

‘’Jahhh Jimin-ah I’m going to kick yo…WAHHH did you see that?!’’ he points at the screen ending up ranting more so to himself. He lets himself fall onto his right side, supporting himself on his right elbow, keeping me in a sense caged in between his shifted legs.

‘’Thank you Jiminie!’’ I cheer accepting my phone not missing the awkwardness the dancer still seems to cling on to ‘’My hero, that was very brave.’’ I compliment him but start to shift away from the elder that doesn’t seem to mind, until I have straddled his left leg and have turned around in his lap.

‘’Where are you going?’’ he snaps his head to glare at me upset at first glance ‘’You are my lucky charm! You’ve said so yourself, so where…aiiiishhhhh see I lost.’’ Mid complaint he turns to the TV as the tune indicates his loss. I take my chance and climb up making quick progress of pushing Jimin down, so he sits still awkwardly on the edge of the bed, but gives me the opportunity to cage him in.

‘’If you win the next round, I’ll give you a super good luck kiss and sit in your lap again, okay? If not, I’m just going to have to keep cuddling Jiminie. Deal?’’

The prospect of my proposition has Jin exiting the newly started quest. He raises an eyebrow looking at the still tense Jimin, and then to me narrowing his eyes as if I’m the bad guy.

‘’Deal.’’ He states sitting upwards leaning in closer staring me down ‘’But I want an extra reward if I win the 1st spot.’’

Honestly by this point I’m not at all surprised by his stubbornness as he remains plainly glaring at me expectantly. I wrack my brain for a moment trying to recall if he whined and asked for anything specific this week – all I can muster is his sugar-coated request for a blowjob not even 2 days ago.

‘’Ah hyung don’t be so demanding of Noona. Your conditions are long enough.’’ Jimin speaks up, his hands holding onto me in a manner to prevent me from accidentally falling from the bed as my position is awkward one leg hanging over the bed, one barely dug into the very edge of the mattress near Jimin’s hip.

‘’The reward has you included Jimin-ah don’t say things you don’t mean.’’ Jin is quick to snap but in a hilarious and non-hostile manner as he switches his glare to the youngest of us three that stares back at him with wide eyes, leaving me completely at loss as of what he wants exactly.

So, sealing the deal I straighten my posture cupping Jin’s face and bring out lips together, biting into his bottom lip for good measure to tell him indirectly that I mean serious business. He is the one that lets out a whine in the end eyebrows furrowed as he stares at me, my hands still cupping his face. A flush is beginning to make itself present colouring his cheeks rosy which I’m able to see thanks to the bright lighting change of the room. Before I can comment on it, he’s pecking me once more, tongue cheekily running over my lips. Only after that does he start moving and wiggling from the bed legit standing onto his feet.

‘’Oppa…’’ I attempt to rise ready to tackle him down as he’s being extra. Before I get my chance, I watch dumbfounded as Jin rolls out his gaming chair away from his computer desk and pushes it over to the right end of the bed, facing the TV.

‘’1stplace! Be ready!’’ the elder points his finger at the two of us giving me a pointed look before his attention is fully committed onto the TV fingers working on mashing the buttons, as the character moves strategically forward from the start. Humming to myself I turn to Jimin, the position we’ve been for a while now having become extremely uncomfortable. Giving the younger an apologetic smile, he ends up chuckling with me as we finally shift around, settling on our sides with me resting my head against a stack of pillows while he to my surprise doesn’t watch Jin but ends up hugging me in return, face buried into my neck face glasses free as he removes them in the process.

I hold him tight and close, opting between scratching his back with my left hand, or running my fingers through his fluffy hair with my left hand. After 3 solid rounds of Jin coming up short he has retorted into complete silence, only the music playing through the speakers of the TV.

Judging by the stillness of the younger boy in my arms I assume he has fallen asleep. His unusual lack of cheerfulness is worrisome. But with all 7 of them I’ve learned when to wait for them to open up, that approach even if I loathe, I’ve realized benefits all.

‘’Noona?’’ I hum in reply surprised slightly that he is awake. I keep my eyes on the struggling Jin who dies as on que, and ends up throwing his hands in the air, rolling on his chair to give me an annoyed look. I immediately smile at him at how cute he is, even if his frustration is reaching its peak.

Given the lack of further questions I press a kiss to Jimin’s forehead and close my eyes for the moment being just taking in the calmness and good comfy vibes I’m in the midst of.

‘’Do you love me?’’

The question isn’t uncommon, just last night Jeongguk was teasing me with it trying to prove that I don’t love him as much as he loves me. Total nonsense but the kid of course won thanks to his persistence. And just last week Hoseok demanded to be declared the winner above all the boys, his love uncontainable and ever expanding. Silly boys.

But I know that this time it’s different. The question having a sort of make-or-break tone to it.

Without a slimmer of hesitation, I reply ‘’More than I love myself.’’

The chair does make a slight cracking sound, my eyes opening to see Seokjin staring at us, his eyebrow lifted as I met his gaze ‘’You are my whole world.’’ I whisper and lean backwards my left hand coming to cup Jimin’s face as he remains still head resting on the pillow ‘’Where is this coming from my prince?’’ I ask the nickname reserved only for him. He doesn’t look at me, keeping his eyes averted downwards, hands that are somewhere behind my back, fidgeting.

‘’You shouldn’t say that.’’ he ends up stating looking rather serious as his eyes finally find my own.

Not bating an eye, I meet his serious gaze spot on ‘’It’s the truth.’’

His face twists into one of disapproval while I contemplate his words, wondering what I’ve done to upset him. In the stillness of the room, I pick up on the lack of button pressing ‘’You promised to love yourself too Noona so don’t say that. The others are special you should love them…’’

‘’Ap ap ap ap ap.’’ I interrupt him immediately which could be deemed rude as I bring my hand upwards to cover his mouth stopping him his eyes widening but otherwise, he doesn’t indicate any discomfort ‘’I do love myself Jimin-ah. Frankly, I’m well aware that I am a straight up snack.’’ I state confidently ‘’Second of all, that doesn’t mean I can’t love you more than I do myself. Because I do. I can’t explain it, it’s not something I can scientifically prove or weight, but you are my whole world. If you won’t understand it then can you at least acknowledge it? Or trust my words without a doubt?’’

My mood sours, his thoughts anchored in tricky waters making me want to prove to him how much he means to me. I want to give him my all if it would make him happy. Faintly nodding I remove my hand from his lips letting my fingers brush over his chin a quiet ‘’Understood.’’ Following.

He attempts to avert his eyes ready to bury his face and hide away but it’s futile as I’m quicker having developed some sort of “insight” in regards of the boys. A tad bit too hard I go for it, slamming our lips together and steal his breath away – literally judging by the small gasp he lets out – as I demand his participation, my hand that went through his hair before lovingly now tightens, holding him in place. Given that he isn’t pushing me away or breaking apart it’s safe to say that he doesn’t mind the roughness the mewl that leaves his parted lips a strong indicator of what he’s feeling in the moment.

It’s not until I’m breathless and candidly a bit sweaty as I was warm before but this whole ordeal just heated up my blood, so I break the kiss taking him in not being able to see his flushed cheeks thanks to the changing lighting that colours the room into a light blue hue. He looks at me through half parted lids breathing rushed as is my own, time coming to a still.

He is such a gorgeous man he isn’t even aware of it most of the time. He has no inclination what effect he has on me, and this whole ordeal of insecurity for my lack of love against him? That is baffling it truly is.

His right-hand rests over the midst of my back, to hold me close as if I am going to run away. Dragging his free hand in the front albeit a bit awkwardly, I manoeuvre it and press it above my heart ‘’This belongs to you, I hope that you’re aware of that. All the responsibility of taking care of this is in your hands.’’

The startlement in his eyes is fucking melting my heart as we speak, the star like reflection from the lights draw magic in his irises. Lifting my head, I end up looking at Jin that has stopped playing the game all together and has a longing gaze as he watches us surprised when we lock eyes ‘’And you too!’’ I half shout pointing my finger at him ‘’You are both the loves of my life. Keepers of this sack of blood right here.’’ I end up grinning even before I end the sentence the groan of disgust unanimous from both boys.

Ending up laughing at the reference I’ve chosen, I raise my arm watching as Jin beginds moving, controller forgotten as he crawls back onto the bed going straight to enveloping Jimin into a tight hug, falling on the dancer’s other side.

‘’Ah you can’t just be profound and well-spoken and go and ruin the moment with something nasty like that!’’ Jimin complains hands rubbing over his face one deviating running quickly through his parted hair. The whole motion has me quirking my eyebrows smirking at the younger boy while Jin remains smiling hand reaching over fingers tapping the midst of my thigh.

‘’I thought it was fitting.’’ Jin states cheerfully ‘’Gross yes but I applaud you.’’ He offers me his hand the offering comical and bizarre but not unusual for Kim Seokjin. Laughing it off, I pull my hand away from Jimin and sit up shaking Jin’s hand firmly, Jimin’s tug on the hoodie I’m wearing nothing new his action endearing.

‘’You both are gross.’’ He complains half-assed-ly fingers still gripping the material.

‘’Gross in love maybe yeah.’’ I continue Jin’s nodding cuddling up to Jimin once I pull my hand back.

‘’Definitely that, not maybe. Be confident about it jagiya!’’ he cheers as I shift and sling my legs over Jimin’s the two remaining pliant and hugging one another.

‘’The point is to prove how massively, ginormous, whole universally big my love is for you, how much I love you. Giganteously, massively…I said that already, didn’t I? Enormous, o….’’

‘’Alright, alright, alright.’’ Jimin springs up, his hand this time catching my own wandering ones to stop my train of thoughts ‘’Message received loud and clear.’’ He turns to Jin who remains lying on his back comfortably smiling in amused ‘’Hyung you don’t have to encourage Noona all the time.’’ Jin ends up laughing at the statement drawing Jimin’s attention away to which I shake of his hands, placing my own over his shoulders, settling myself to straddle his right thigh properly.

‘’I’m glad you are the middleman Jimin-ah. First you took my side, now Oppa’s you are perfect and amazing!’’ I cheer and lean in to give him kisses all over his face.

‘’Uh huh. Middleman is the perfect description.’’ Jin hums shifting too, as Jimin’s both hands end up resting over my hips.

‘’Yahhh, you are taking it too literal ughaaaa…’’ the moan passing the dancer’s lips has my attention immediately as I lean back and watch as Jin has taken to kissing the left side of Jimin’s neck, his hands brushing over the inside of my thighs not paying attention to me but rather to Jimin’s body, as his hands have found their way underneath Jimin’s fluffy pullover.

I quirk an eyebrow in intrigue pulling my hands back sort of awkwardly resting them atop my thighs as I observe the two. With the bad vibes and odd feelings left behind Jimin has settled for running his hands over my covered legs, the leggings comfortable and thin enough enabling me to feel how warm his palms are. Just like Jin has done, his hands start sliding and lifting Namjoon’s yellow hoodie I’ve been wearing since the morning.

‘’H-hyung…’’ Jimin gasps as Jin bites onto his neck the action making me raise my hands in the gesture of being innocent as both boys look at me.

‘’As everyone present can see, I have not made any marks and will not be responsible for any future scolding’s that might proceed…’’ Jimin starts to giggle at my words throwing his head back against Jin shoulder while the older singer groans and readjust his position, long hands easily reaching both of my own as he pulls me closer forcing me to shift my knees and stance so I can straddle Jimin fully. I feel him underneath me…

‘’Oh wha…’’

‘’Jimin-ah kiss her.’’ Jin’s order makes my head snap up in question as if Jimin is going to blindly follow his directory. To my surprise the younger boy does, enthusiastically moving his mouth even though it takes me a second to catch up on the proceedings, Jin’s hands guiding my own under Jimin’s sweater who moans into the kiss.

‘’That’s it.’’ Jin coo’s both of us feeling as Jimin’s shudders, his tongue quick to swipe in between my lips, kiss turning demanding. Grabbing onto Jin’s hands preventing us from exploring further, I thrust my hips forward grinding myself against the dancer that breaks the kiss, the hardness I’m feeling underneath unfamiliar rising questions.

I stare at a very shy Jimin with wide eyes, scrambling backwards ‘’What did you do?’’ I ask breathless from wonder, forcing his legs apart in the process making him lie against the older who stares at me in question as he holds him back whilst I pull down Jimin’s sweats.

‘’N-no, it was supposed to be…’’ he pauses, as I untangle his legs from the material staring with a dry mouth as something that’s definitely not entirely his cock outlining the blue briefs, he chose to wear today that have me fumbling with the pants for a moment too long ‘’…a surprise.’’

‘’Oh my, my, my.’’ Jin coo’s intrigued one hand lifting the end of the sweater while the other goes straight for the cock cage that Jimin has put on. As I come to a still letting the pants fall on the floor, I look up at Jimin who has covered his face in embarrassment.

‘’Tell us Jimin-ah was this a surprise for your Noona?’’ Jin’s tone is dripping with sweetness, mischief written over his soft features as he stares at me with dark eyes ‘’Did you want to surprise her sweetheart?’’ his tone is fucking alluring having that edge where you would want him to call you honestly anything he wants to, where you want and constantly crave his praise.

And the kisses that he starts to press against Jimin’s cheek wherever he can reach are just the cheery on top. I watch as the younger faintly nods hands falling from his face, hovering in the air uncertainty as he nods looking at me with hooded eyes, trinkets of stars still sparkling in his irises.

‘’Such a lovely surprise, you have here baby.’’ I nod along Jin’s words sliding my hands up over Jimin’s smooth and muscular legs, starting over his ankles and leading my fingers upwards over his knees up his thighs as I settle between his spread legs.

‘’Can we get you more comfortable and take these off too, precious?’’ Jin asks toying with the elastic of the briefs stretching them from his body and then lets them snap back, the timid and delicate whimper the result of surprise ‘’Will you let Noona unwrap your present for her?’’

This time Jin looks straight at me, his look meaningful but commanding on its own. I’m not flustered easily, the other boys don’t really intimidate me that much anymore, I’ve taken it as fun and exciting to exploit their weak spots, turning them to pleasure and specially twist their perception on some things. But Jin…huh there is something sinister behind those innocent eyes.

‘’Please.’’ Jimin breathes quietly almost making me miss it how soft and small his voice has gotten.

‘’That’s a good boy.’’ Jin praises him pressing a kiss to the side of his head. Wasting no time, I gently as ever tug on the elastic band pulling the boxers downwards revealing more skin the cock cage absolutely glorious dipped in purple – something I’m sure Jeongguk persuaded him to get – his cock trapped in it already looking angry pink.

I open my mouth to say something once I drag the cloth past both ankles, but Jimin sits up by himself and reaches under the sweater pulling of a necklace with a key, looking at me all doe eyed and innocent when we all know he is far from it – obviously by the cage itself. He’s a little devil, isn’t he?

‘’Thank you lovely.’’ Leaning closer he eagerly engages into a kiss prolonging it keeping it timid to a degree, lips incredibly soft and gentle as they move with my own. Jin hum’s behind Jimin pressing kisses to the back of his exposed neck.

‘’You two are just the loveliest cuties I have ever laid my eyes on huh.’’ It’s not a question.

If I wasn’t distracted by Jimin’s luscious lips I’d already bring Jin a few notches down, his confidence tonight a key element in what’s about to transpire, I’m sure.

Jimin’s hands that were hovering in air before the kiss I’m sure initially he wanted to take his necklace off and hand it to me. Just to look a bit cool and maybe a little cheesy, I gently grasp his hands at first blindly grasping for them. Once I get a hold and touch the silver chain necklace knowing it’s big enough, I guide his hands along transferring the jewellery from his head over my own, midpoint breaking the kiss the distraction to much.

I smile gleefully as he glances up at what we are doing, eager to move my hair around and accommodate the necklace around my neck.

‘’You are always so nice baby. My goodness I wouldn’t know the difference between the sun and rain without you.’’ I coo imitating the way Jin is talking, loving the fluffy feeling building inside my chest at the cute expressions Jimin keeps making.

‘’Because without you, we’d only have rain.’’ Jin plays along, leaving Jimin’s skin finally alone his hands on the other hand fully taking advantage exploring under the dancer’s pullover, rising it under his armpits.

‘’Honestly baby.’’ I sigh trying my best to uphold eye contact with Jimin and not look at the way Jin’s fingers circle his perky nipples, the little noises leaving him sounding harmonious already to my ears ‘’You’ve no idea how happy you make us.’’

Crawling closer my hands drop to his hands that rest over my shoulders. Giving a kiss to the top of both of his hands I drop them over his flat and defined tummy, a six-pack making an appearance despite out constant reassurance that we love his tummy flat as it is.

‘’Now what are we going to do with you huh, prince?’’ I end up humming in question letting the blunt end of my black painted nails run down his skin with some force but not at all intent on marking his skin. He hisses as I reach the cock cage, curiously admiring it as I let my fingertips this time touch around and near the beginning of it, the little lock put on the underside something that makes now perfect sense as to why was he looking uncomfortable and tense.

It doesn’t explain his feelings of doubt but, it provides some answers to some questions.

‘’I-It hurts, Noona.’’ He mewls as I prod my fingers in curiosity tracing the ‘contraption’ not reaching much of his already leaking cock, that’s unable to stand up straight thanks to the curve of the whole thing. It’s sort of exhilarating to be so defenceless in a sense. And it leaves me a bit lost at first on how to tease him as usually with Jiminie edging is the way to go ‘’Ahahhhh Hyunggg…’’ he ends up whining due to Jin twisting his poor nipples firmly, the dancer’s whole body shaking as if to push the older man off.

‘’Now, now we all know you like what I’m doing, pretty prince, don’t start being dishonest.’’ The singer is quick to chid him, grasping Jimin’s chest as if he is a woman and has breasts, his hands looking nice fingers prettily resting on Jimin’s skin, tattoo peeking under Jin’s right wrist.

‘’I’m n-n…’’ the slap delivered from my own hands to his thighs has him yelping but thanks to Jin’s hold Jimin remains unmoving, a sob making an appearance as his star-twinkling eyes begin to fill with tears ‘’S-s-sorry, I’m s-sorry Oppa.’’

His apology and the way he addresses Jin has our boyfriend, press a kiss with a smile to the dancers cheek whispering a ‘’Good boy.’’ Before he straightens up his sharp eyes landing on me.

I’ve already grasped the end of Namjoon’s hoodie pulling it over my head, key getting caught in the process but easily managed as I make way of getting rid of the shirt underneath, leaving me in a bra and leggings that cover up my tummy still.

‘’I never get tired of this.’’ The singer states in a soft tone, his sentence a bit at random given the teasing manner bringing my attention back to both boys their eyes fixated on me, bringing a blush to hit my face as I’ve got my hands down my pants literally.

‘’What?’’ I ask ending up smiling trying to act confident as I slip from between Jimin’s legs to stand on my own two slightly shaky feet, getting rid of the leggings that hug my legs and butt nicely otherwise.

‘Nothing. Just admiring a pretty girl, rewarding us with her sheer beauty.’’ Again, with the change of tone, he pushes me into a coyer state which is baffling as I’m left only in my underwear.

‘’Ah yeah?’’ I end up smirking taking a step forward ‘’Is watching going to be all the reward you get?’’ I inquire standing next to the bed and Jin, Jimin silently watching us interact hands holding onto Jin’s still settled over his chest, while the singer looks at me amused ready to play.

‘’I am a sweet-tooth usually.’’ He begins pretending to think hard about it, eyes shameless as they run down my body, to which I cross my arms making sure my boobs look good.

‘’Hmmm that you are. You both are.’’ I send Jimin a wink ending up placing my right hand on the headboard near Jin’s shoulder bending forth taking my time as I begin closing the distance, his eyes darting to my lips a few times until I finally engaging him into a kiss.

Unlike Jimin’s previous hunger, Jin goes along with me following my lead as I drag my lips against his soft ones, making sure I let my teeth sink into his lower lip wanting to see what he’s going to do. Satisfied with his lack of hurry, and his continuing of the kiss as he brings me closer, right hand cupping my cheek to hold me in place, we continue kissing unhurriedly ignoring Jimin’s needy whines, hand finding my own the pulling and demanding of my attention expected.

Lack of air is what gets us to stop and break apart Jimin shifting more in Jin’s lap his grip pulling me backwards ‘’Yah Jimin-ah you don’t have to…wahh I’ll move on my…own…ah fuck!’’ I end up protesting at first the dancer always with surprising strength grabbing me and with security drags me over him, to which I end up sort of flipped over onto the middle of the bed, having him climb over me the glare he gives me signalling his frustration.

‘’My turn!’’ is what he ends up stating like a brat, arms caging me in on each side as he drops himself onto me, the cage fitting somewhat against my covered folds, as his lips find their way back to dance with my own. I manage to send a questioning look over to Jin who amusedly has sat up and is in the process of taking off his sweatshirt.

‘’So needy.’’ He comments swift to get rid of his pants. The bite to my lip has me yelping in surprise as I blink incredulously staring at an angry looking Jimin who rest on his elbows completely taking my attention.

‘’Pay attention to me Noona.’’ He pouts moving his hips pressing the metal against me, not necessarily in a good way ‘’I’m your prince remember?!’’ he grumbles ending up shuddering as a slap gets delivered to his bare ass.

‘’C c c Babyboy.’’ Jin tsks sounding disappointed, manhandling the smaller man to rest his torso over me, and arch his back to stick his ass in the air ‘’Sharing is caring is how the saying goes. And it applies especially in our relationship, doesn’t it?’’ he delivers another harsher smack to both of his ass cheeks making the dancer in my arms whimper as I wrap my arms around him ‘’And I know you know that my pretty so start acting like the good boy we all know you are.’’

Another two slaps get delivered to Jimin’s ass for sure colouring it into a pretty bright pink colour, I’m sure. For some reason I can’t find it in myself to defend my prince, ending up being completely enraptured by Jin and his whole demander – let alone turned on, holy fuck I’ve already ruined my panties from how wet I’ve gotten.

‘’O-Oppaaaaa.’’ Jimin cries out hiding his face into my collarbones, breath hitching as he is close to crying already.

‘’There, there pretty baby.’’ Seokjin consoles him by rubbing one hand gently over Jimin’s back whilst catching my gaze, one of his hands making a disappearance until I stiffen up at the lightest of his touches ‘’Ah what do we have here.’’ He wonders out loud looking extremely pleased as he doesn’t waste time in teasing or prolonging his touches, fingers diving right under the bottom part of my panties ‘’You got wet so fast, princess. You’re so precious.’’

I bite onto my lower lip preventing myself from blurring something dumb in return, as his fingers come in contact with my clit providing me with some form of relief.

‘’Gghhhhhodss…’’ I mumble head digging into the pillows, as the circling of his fingers starts churning my lower tummy, zips and zaps of pleasure waking up my body.

‘’I could just eat you right up, huh Jiminie don’t you agree?’’ Jin continues as Jimin, on his own lowers his head, delivering fleeting kisses upon my skin until he reaches my bra. Impatiently he pushes it over my boob’s not even bothering with trying to remove it like he usually does – he’s sort of offended that I wear one most of the time – mouth clamping around my left nipple. As if someone released a barrier something clicks in my mind, sound after sound beginning to raise from me, his teeth only dialling my voice higher as he cheekily bites my nipple. Gleefully he switches to the other, keeping eye contact hands, kneading both tits.

Jimin out of the blue cries out breaking me out of the haze I’ve fallen into. His hold tightens as he, pants sounds turning into wanton moans, my eyes rising above him and his bubbly ass, to Jin who has stopped touching me completely in favour of touching Jimin.

‘’I would like whole, solid replies when I ask a question my pretties.’’

Not even remotely taken aback I get this urge of wanting to turn Jin over and fuck him myself suddenly, his authority something that��s turning me on to no end but at the same time, he’s spurring a side of me to want to take things into my own hands. And yet I do neither as I watch how his fingers glisten once he pulls them out, only to thrust them back inside Jimin’s perky ass, his mewls indication that the older man knows exactly what he’s doing delivering everything the younger wants which is just an onslaught of touch given he’s deprived himself with the cock cage.

‘’You sing so well for us, prince.’’ Finding my voice, I compliment the younger that through teary eyes looks at me, lower lip trembling already.

‘’And sing he will, won’t you pretty.’’ Jin’s eager as he moves the dancer, dragging him lower ‘’Be a good boy and eat your Noona’s pussy, won’t you?! She’s our sweet reward, isn’t she? We should indulge in her as much as we can.’’ At the same time, poor Jimin is being made to arch his back again, Jin’s hands rivalling Jeongguk’s to some degree – Jeongguk is an absolute terror in my opinion when it comes to spanking - as he paints the poor boys ass red and pink spanking not even being a punishment anymore given our Jiminie has progress into liking it - a lot.

‘’Y-Y-Yes O-Oppa…’’ the dancer manages pushing my underwear away roughly. He sloppily ends up licking my lower lips, tongue barely making contact with my clit ending up crying out at a particularly harsh slap to his ass, Jin stopping all at once.

‘’You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.’’ Jin practically purrs, hand disappearing inside his boxers, tongue licking over his lips. I think I have the best seat in the house honestly, the view of the two mindboggling as they are sin incarnate.

Despite wanting to be touched and cum too or have a taste of anything I’m left speechless as I watch Jin sink into the dancer, both of them coming to a still, the room unusually going silent given the PS5 turned itself off with the TV screen sometime in our distraction. The lights changing add another element of my two good-looking boyfriends that just seem otherworldly to me, the warm and even cold tones befitting them endlessly.

My mouth falls open as Jin reaches with his hand, fingers grasping the back of Jimin’s pretty blue hair forcing his head down, burying his face into my pussy the action if it wasn’t for Jimin’s hands on my thighs, would have me scrambling away from the sheer surprise.

With the lack of distraction and a silent order being portrayed in Jin’s actions, Jimin’s tongue begins moving with more purpose, my body tensing thanks to it and the dancer’s persistence and skill of course. Before I know it, a moan makes its way past my lips, Jimin eager to continue moving his tongue, lips suddenly clamping around my clit as he sucks on it, delivering literally shocks of electricity to render my body in that tensed but jello state, mind scrambling on what’s happening and what to do.

As my legs rise and bend falling wide open, pussy spreading on its own he practically slurps the sounds sounding illegal as they begin filling out the silence of the room, my hands having found home in Jimin’s hair my brain not competent enough to think of anything else.

‘’Ah your pussy even sounds sweet, pretty.’’ Jin groans straightening up as he stares down at us looking pleased ‘’I bet our prince is giving you his all to make you cum. Aren’t rewards always sweeter in the end?!’’

I want to snort at the last part the whole sweetness thing a bit too much. But the rocking of Seokjin’s hips as he thrust forward, rocks Jimin into me the dancer sneakily thrusting one finger inside me in my moment of distraction.

All words fall forgotten moans and mewls beginning to be the only form of communication, from me and Jimin as he can never be quiet, which is something we all adore about him even now as his mouth is preoccupied, tongue flickering like there’s no tomorrow he’s sounds angelic.

‘’My pretty babies.’’ Jin breathes out as he establishes a by my standard’s soft rhythm, taking it rather easy given that a few moments ago he was ready to rush things along. I think we all were ready to progress much further.

‘’Ahhh Jim-m-minie…’’ I cry out the tingles beginning to get more intense his constant simulation unravelling me, demanding to be felt and be present at all times, as my blood thrums with need, the sound of skin hitting against skin and seeing them fuck just titillating.

A slap rings out in the room, Jimin ending up crying for the first time stopping all motions even as he’s two fingers deep inside me, them curling nicely but not moving anymore. The cry seems to spur Jin on, as he delivers another delicious and juicy hit to Jimin’s ass thrust speeding up.

‘’No, n-no, m-more don’t stop, I’m wanna…I’m gonna cum!’’ I cry in distress pushing Jimin’s head down this time getting him to work his magic but only for like 5 more seconds as Jin sets out a brutal pace fucking the dancer like there’s no tomorrow, making them both pant and the younger cry against me as he falls limp head resting against my hip, as his hands clamp around my thighs.

‘’Hyung, Jin hyung…Oppa, Oppa fuck, I’ll…a fuck, fuck fuck…’’ Jimin cries out desperately tears starting to drip onto my skin. With a half-present mind, I run my own fingers over my clit watching them unravel.

Jin is grinding his teeth together looking almost angry as he fucks Jimin with strong and smooth thrusts stare meeting my own, sending goosebumps to raise over my skin as I speed up beginning to feel the midpoint of my climax, ending up whining as I want and need more. Turning to Jimin doesn’t help as he’s gone, rendered into a boneless panting mess, whose clinging onto me for dear life crying out a jumble of our names, even as Jin manhandles him back up.

‘’Are you going to come untouched pretty boy?!’’ I coo cradling his head against my breasts tears continuously soaking my skin his body pliant in my hold. Hiccupping he faintly nods his head, ending up shouting a ‘’YES, I’M GOING TO CUM!’’ the slap he receives almost cruel. It doesn’t deter Jin as he seems to be chasing his own high, looking handsome as ever above us.

‘’Are you going to paint Noona’s pretty skin all white and sticky, my prince?!’’ Jin asks a bit breathless but drawing out a grin ‘’Gonna show us how well your present holds?’’

Reminded of the barrier and the reason why I’m not getting fucked right now I pout as I look up at Jin, his chuckle ringing out as Jimin’s cries mix in, the shaking of his body indicating he’s almost at the tipping point ‘’Ah that’s it my little desperate princeling. Show us how good you are for us.’’

Tightening my hold around Jimin’s shoulders and back, he ends up rambling jumbled up words again crying his heart out as he tips over the edge body beginning to shake unlike ever before, rivalling my own shakiness of my thighs sometimes when I cum.

‘’Ah fuck.’’ Jin curses sounding absolutely wild the light turning red kind of an odd coincidence, his grin wide and mirthful as he comes to a stop and lets Jimin slump into my arms ‘’That was close.’’ He states in a growly voice running one hand through his hair the action attractive as his hair sticks back thanks to sweat, revealing his forehead which always does things to me, my tummy churning with want and need.

I hum in question patting Jimin over his back in reassurance despite his own sweat, and the fact that his cum begins to drip down my thigh the cage digging into the inside of it. Given his lack of movement and laying on me unrestrained I can only imagine the intensity he just experienced – coming untouched is hell of a way to cum.

‘’Jiminie, I swear this was one of the best presents you could have picked to present to us.’’ Jin still high on adrenaline or euphoria cheers on, not stilling for a moment specially now as he catches his breath and regains some form of thought. Unbothered he moves Jimin with utmost ease to the side letting his upper body rest on me still.

‘’Hey, hold up a minute, we should take care of…AH JIN-AH!!!’’ My voice turns high pitched as the singer makes his way in between my legs, ripping the lace panties the material being on the weaker side in the first place.

‘’I can’t wait any longer, princess.’’ He admits lifting my hips and ass onto his thighs, cock without a problem entering me, the sudden pressure and intrusion making me clench up, fingers digging into Jimin’s back involuntarily bringing him back as he groans in protest ‘’Ahh fuck, I want you so bad.’’

His words leave me with a wobbly lower lip, his fingers beginning to circle my clit the rush of his actions understandable, as I’d in other circumstances like I’ve said before push him over and take what I want but right now my concern overpowers my own needs.

‘’Ahhhh O-O-Oppaaaaaa, j-just w-wait a moment, M-Minnie needs to…’’

My eyes dart right over to said Minnie as we sometimes call him finding him wide awake and okay, lips wrapped around my right nipple, puffy eyes still filled with stars, staring at my own.

‘’Ah baby…’’ Jin groans wantonly sounding unhinged throwing his head back, as he grasps my left leg rising it. Given I’m half the size of my boyfriends, the whole leg over the shoulder isn’t really possible but that never stopped any of the boys before. Jin rather holds my leg straightened thrusting like a man set on a mission, blessing me with his dark stare his presence godly dare I say it.

‘’You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.’’ He grinds out after every thrust, the onslaught of his touches, his greed and want for me rendering me into a whimpering mess, my hands nestled into the pillows above me. Jimin the tease he is progresses to leave bites over my tits. Impossible to hold any semblance of sanity together I just let them do as they want, my eyes falling closed as my body gradually tenses up the lava - as I’ll define it - that is churning now in my tummy is so intense I can see and sense stars dance all around me, my climax rendering me voiceless as I get crushed under the wave that is the orgasm that hits me them not stopping and continuing on their onslaught only rising the stakes higher, as I sincerely blank out for a solid moment ending up blinking my eyes open in confusion and staring at the led lights stuck behind the headboard a good few moments later.

Its rather quiet in the room, besides a very breathless Jin that has collapsed on my left side, his arms loosely wrapped around me while there’s vacancy on my right side. Void of thoughts and feeling fuzzy all over, still tingly in my tummy I turn my head downwards spotting the missing link as Jimin makes his way out from Jin’s and Yoongi’s private bathroom holding two handtowels.

He offers me a soft smile as he climbs onto the bed the purple cock cage still on him.

‘’Ah shit, baby.’’ I end up cursing immediately noticing the dryness of my mouth, as I move my arms rather sluggishly body still not on board with the whole brain feeling frizzy thing.

‘’It’s okay, Noona its actually fine.’’ the smart man he is immediately knows what I mean, hand intercepting mine as I grasp the key, it having sneaked its way somewhat underneath my body thanks to all the movement.

‘’Nyahhh, don’t be stubborn.’’ I grumble pushing his hands away, ending up hissing as the cloth touches my neither region, his assertive touch not nice given the sensitivity settling in hard ‘’EIIIHHH!’’ I whine in complain falling limp against the bed, as he does what he needs to cleaning me up.

‘’I know baby, I know but you know the process.’’ Jimin coos sounding like himself more, this process as he calls it something the boys are always insistent on, after care being taken seriously in this household.

‘’Yeah, look who’s talking Mr. Trapped Dick Man.’’ My statement earns me a joyous laughter as he finishes ending up helping me pull the necklace from around my neck and letting me undo the tiny lock.

‘’Hey that’s my line.’’ Jin mumbles in half complain bringing my attention to him, Jimin taking the chance to remove the toy himself.

‘’You’re not the only funny or witty man in this house, Oppa.’’ I retort letting him pull me closer to him, his chin ending up resting over the end of my shoulder ‘’How are you feeling?’’

Combing my fingers through his hair he hums in satisfaction closing his eyes, body still relaxed against me ‘’Offended by that statement. I’m the only true funny guy around here.’’ I roll my eyes at that exchanging a look with Jimin who has gotten up and has put his glasses back on along with a new pair of Jin’s boxers from his drawer across the bed pullover looking as cute as ever on him ‘’And also floaty. This was nice.’’

At his short sentence in the end, I end up laughing readjusting myself to let him lie more comfortably in bed as he lazily rests and lets Jimin do all the clean-up not even protesting at the touch of the cloth.

‘’I’d use a variety of better words to describe this than nice, hyung.’’ Jimin sniggers finishing up looking dolled up to me, despite his messy hair, and cheeks that have streaks of tears drawn on them.

‘’To be fair, Minnie, I think we’re both at the same thinking capability level right now. Fuzzy is the word I’d use.’’ I speak up, eager to slip under the covers, getting rid of the pesky bra that remained on me, ending up covering Jin in the process.

‘’Still more creative than ‘nice’.’’ The dancer teases coming back to bed and my right side, handing me the controller as he has turned on the TV already.

‘’Yahhh, kid don’t provoke me.’’ Jin complains half-heartedly, sounding sleepy even as the PS5 turns on, Jimin silently laughing eager to slide beneath the covers not initiating contact making me look over ignoring the home screen of the console ‘’Don’t play my game.’’ Jin grumbles not even paying attention. I drop the controller over my belly and reach over nudging Jimin getting his attention as he has positioned himself to lie very straight in the bed.

Looking over to me in surprise I nudge again him to come closer, not wanting to lose contact with Jin whose hand comes underneath the cover to rest against the side of my tummy.

‘’Huh?’’ Jimin hums in question, despite his seeming confusion moving in closer.

‘’Cuddle.’’ I demand trying to give him puppy eyes but with an edge as I tilt my head down. I don’t think he needs the extra incentive as he’s quick to move smile wide as ever as he happily wraps his arm behind me to prop my neck, and rest his chin over my shoulder, his right arm ending up bumping against Jin’s. It’s not hard to figure out they lock hands after that even as I turn my attention to the TV, starting the game off at the last check point.

‘’If I win 1st…’’

‘’Oh, not again.��’ Jimin groans in quiet complaint, Jin’s body stirring next to me.

‘’…no, no stop thinking. If I win 1st place, I would like Oppa for you to make us, a peach cheesecake.’’ As I speak, I readjust my fingers over the controller, swinging spiderman on the screen towards the challenge point where Jin struggled earlier ‘’Next week preferably, so you have 7 days to do so.’’ I say in addition setting foundation to the deal knowing he’d get an excuse if I didn’t put down a time limit.

‘’Damnit.’’ He mumbles under his breath making me smirk, Jimin giggling as he glances past me shifting slightly.

‘’If I win 2nd…’’

‘’Okay no no, its 1st place or nothing yeobo.’’ Jin’s voice comes out clearer as he pushes himself into a sitting position next to me, having let go of Jimin’s hand as he places his hands together in his lap, oddly looking like a villain or something his smirk promising nothing good ‘’All in or nothing.’’ Just to spice things up he winks making it known he means serious business.

‘’Aaahhh Noona don’t listen to Hyung, this is obviously a trap, and you know it.’’ Jimin is quick to come in defence, also sitting up as I remain the only one lying down feeling like a potato quite honestly. A good-looking potato though which is alright with me.

‘’Don’t middle in Jimin-ah if Y/N-ah wins 1st place you’ll get to eat cheesecake for free, and if she loses and I win, then you’ll just reap the benefits of my wish.’’ Jin argues the arrival of the character to the right skyscraper making me sit up, my arms holding the cover over my front tightly as I slouch squinting my eyes at the screen the two genuinely squabbling about my and Seokjin’s wish.

‘’CHALLENGE!’’ I raise my tone getting their attentions as both are left startled. I turn to Jin smirking as I roll my shoulders ‘’I’ll win this probably in my third try, so go ahead and get your phone and pull out that birthday special recipe you have. I would like fresh peaches please.’’ Turning to Jimin I give him a wink ‘’There’s a 50-50 chance I lose but I doubt it. In either case given how good you were today, and that I love you immensely and you should never doubt me or my love for you ever again you’ll get a blowjob at some point this week.’’

Turning forward I calm myself down before starting the game.

‘’Heyyyy I want a blo…’’

‘’Hyung shhushhhh!!!!’’

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End Notes: Given the titles meaning a vision seen in sleep, a dream I’m going to leave this series right here without necessarily closure or ending on purpose. It’s up to your imagination and preference how you’d wish Y/N to end up; wake up alone in bed, or continue to live with the boys, or even wake up but meet the boys in the so called “real life”. It doesn’t have to be too deep given I’ve intended this to be a mere porn without plot – which turned out to hold a bit of a plot at least.

Thank you for reading :3

#bts ot7 #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts poly #bts smut #park jimin x you #reader x jimin #jin x y/n #jin x reader #polyamourous

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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orbit, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Ah, university. A time to get drunk, get laid, and (maybe) get an education. And Jeon Jungkook could do all those things. It was great. Until the moment he encounters an inescapable gravity, the kind of gravity that had already trapped all six of his friends... but left him out in orbit, circling alone.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, (too much) alcohol consumption, slow burn; smut (fem reader, dry humping, m-receiving oral, striptease, cock-warming, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - university!AU; a LOT of buildup; longhaired!Jungkook likes getting his hair pulled a little too much; Jungkook’s POV Technically BTS x reader, but we’re focusing on JK. :)

“Hey, you’re Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you?”

“Uh… yeah. That’s me.”

The slim, pretty hand slid into her backpack and she held out an iPhone to him.

“You’re friends with Kim Taehyung, right?” Her voice seemed a little hoarse. She was wearing a dark gray t-shirt with a leather jacket over it. “He left his cell at my place.”

Jungkook took it from her, frowning. “Ah, he’s not usually that forgetful.”

She waved a hand. “It’s fine. I wanted someone trustworthy to give it back to him.”

That was their first conversation.

When Jeon Jungkook entered university, he knew it was going to be different from high school. Bigger classes, more work, and completely monotone teachers as he struggled to stay awake during mandatory studies like Physics. What adult in real life uses physics anyway (besides physicists, of course)? At least he went to the same university all his friends went to, either as undergrads or as graduate students. Being with his friends was awesome.

Being smashed with his friends was even better.

The first time he saw her, she was standing in the corner of the party. It was at someone’s house with way too many people in it and everyone only vaguely knew the host. He was celebrating the first complete week of university by getting absolutely plastered (as one does). He noticed her right away because she was wearing a thick black choker with a silver ring on it and an oversized band tee. She wore a gray flannel over it like a jacket. Chunky combat boots, very different from the other girls in their high heels. The sharpest black eyeliner he had ever seen, paired with a red-stained lip.

She was also taking shots.

Surrounded by guys, in some sort of contest. She was throwing them back and two guys were beside her at a table, absolutely fucked. Heads on the table, unable to touch their shots, looking green. She clinked her glass down triumphantly and slammed her hand on the table, curling the other towards her.

Jungkook watched as money was slapped on the table.

She grinned and gathered it towards her, pocketing it in her flannel’s chest pocket.

“Nice try, boys.”

Jungkook looked away, quite impressed. Then Park Jimin fell over at something Kim Taehyung said and Jungkook had to catch the smaller man. He was laughing way too hard that something only mildly funny, but everyone was laughing because they were losing it. The night went on. Someone had retrieved a beach ball from the backyard and was throwing it around the party, making a fucking mess. The beach ball bounced off of Min Yoongi’s red face. He looked incredibly disgruntled and Jung Hoseok lost it, rubbing Yoongi’s nose soothingly even though he wasn’t hurt. Kim Seokjin threw it back into the chaos by headbutting it.

And Kim Namjoon was nowhere to be found.

Jungkook frowned. Also, he needed to pee. He yelled around for the bathroom and someone pointed in some random direction. Jungkook followed it, his bladder ready to explode. Eh, if worse came to worse he could just find a random bush in the backyard or something. He opened random doors, but they either had more people or people in various stages of fucking. Then he saw the open bathroom door down the hallway and two people two feet away from the doorframe.

The two people being Kim Namjoon and the young woman he saw earlier.

Namjoon had his fingers curled around the silver ring on the choker, pulling down as he pressed her against the wall, making out with her exposed shoulder. His beige sweatshirt already had a red kiss print on the collar, paired with a purple hickey. Her palms were pressed flat, snickering as Namjoon rolled his hips into her ass.

Jungkook turned around and decided to find a fucking bush.

The second time he saw her, she was wearing an oversized beige sweatshirt, no pants, scratching the back of her head. Black ankle boots with black thigh-high stockings. He was at the dining hall, waiting in line. She sat at the of the tables, across Jung Hoseok. Even though it was the middle of the day, she still wore sharp black eyeliner and a dark red lip stain. She was nodding, one of her hands playing with Hoseok’s pastel tracksuit sleeve. Hoseok was blushing, looking a little sheepish. She just shook her head and said something. Hoseok’s cheeks grew redder and she leaned over.

And kissed him.

Jungkook blinked. The cashier snapped her fingers to get his attention.

“Oh! Sorry,” he apologized quickly.

When he looked back, the table as empty.

The third time he saw her, he was at the club. He was knee-deep in an argument with Kim Taehyung about how building Iceborn Gauntlet was a lot more useful on Ezreal than Triforce because it allowed you to get off more autoattacks with the slows and helped you survive with the extra armor. Plus, the twenty-percent cooldown! Taehyung was rolling his eyes and telling him building damage was much better.

“Then build Infinity Edge if all you care about is damage!” Jungkook roared.

Park Jimin’s eyes were glazing over. “Guys, can we stop talking about League of Legends? I have no idea what you��re saying anymore…”

She caught his eye because she was wearing a pastel track jacket with a black t-shirt dress under it. And because she was pressed against Kim Seokjin in a booth, making his ears red as he spoke to her. The same sharp winged liner and a wine-red lipstick. She hooked a bare leg over Seokjin’s jeans. The older man jumped, but didn’t push it away. The silver tipped toe of her black boots rubbed against his other leg as she smiled. Her hand was on his navy t-shirt, tracing the embroidered white flowers. She placed her lips against Seokjin’s ear and whispered something. Seokjin’s plump lips opened into a small ‘o’. Her pink tongue slid out from between her lips and she licked his earlobe. Seokjin turned his head sharply to face her.

And she kissed him.

“Hah, here, got you a beer.”

Taehyung clinked the beer bottle down, still pouting. “I still think you’re wrong, but for Jimin’s sake I’ll shut up about it.”

Jimin whined. “Thank God, because I was starting to fucking lose it.”

When Jungkook remembered to look back at the booth, Seokjin and her were no longer there.

The fourth time he saw her, Jungkook was pissed.

He had gone to bathroom and came back to no friends. The fuck? Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung had just fucking disappeared. Like, yes, Jungkook had to throw up to prevent himself from getting alcohol poisoning and had taken longer than he anticipated, but still. What month of university was this? Whatever, not late enough to get fucking abandoned. He could understand if one of them was trying to get laid, but they were not drunk enough to forget he existed without so much as a text.

Earlier, Jungkook had been dared to shotgun way too many beers in a row compared to the amount of money he won. He still won though, so that was lit.

Anyway!

He had to throw up because it was disgusting. And now he felt much better, except for the fact that his friends were fucking gone. Dumbasses.

This party house was much bigger, much louder, and much rowdier. Whoever owned this house was loaded and they had tons of alcohol. Jungkook even swore he had seen drugs, but his friends told him to be careful and not fuck around. Getting expelled wasn’t on Jungkook’s list of things to do anyway, so he didn’t even bother to look.

Instead, he went on a familiar routine of opening random ass doors to random ass people, either way too drunk to notice him or way too occupied with fucking to care about his existence. Whatever. Where the fuck were those two loons?

And then he opened the door Jimin and Taehyung were behind.

They didn’t see him. Jimin’s head was tipped back against the headboard of the king-sized bed, hands clasping the hair of a woman Jungkook was beginning to see way too often. She was wearing a navy t-shirt, and her head was between Jimin’s legs, her hands clutching his pink dress shirt and Taehyung railed her from behind, eyes closed, white t-shirt drenched with sweat. The rough movements made her shirt flutter. Jungkook spied the white, embroidered flowers amongst the navy folds.

Jungkook closed the door and decided it was time to go home. Fuck those guys.

Not literally.

Well, it was happening right now. Technically.

Jungkook sighed and marched back downstairs, trying to figure out how he was going to scrub his eyeballs to erase the image from his mind forever.

Jungkook liked to hang out at Min Yoongi’s apartment. Yoongi didn’t live in the dorms because he was older and a grad student. Jungkook often went there to study because Yoongi practiced piano and guitar all the time. It was nice to study to some background music. Yoongi usually didn’t care if he was there or not. He had opened the door in a dark gray t-shirt with a skull graphic, yawning. The shorter man looked even shorter in his baggy black sweatpants.

“Oh, it’s you,” Yoongi mumbled. “Come in.”

Jungkook made himself at home, taking out his papers and textbooks on Yoongi’s coffee table. Yoongi busied himself around the apartment, making himself a coffee before going back to his bedroom which was also a makeshift studio. Soon, Jungkook began to hear synth beats, samples, and Yoongi’s pensive noises he made when he was thinking. This was fine too. Yoongi also often mixed music or was in the middle of making his own. Jungkook missed the piano, but rapper Yoongi was just as cool as piano Yoongi.

Jungkook stayed there for a while. Yoongi bought him lamb skewers for dinner. Sweet.

Maybe he shouldn’t party so much. This was nice too.

And now, a week later, Jungkook was staring at the same dark grey t-shirt he had seen that night at Yoongi’s. He was sure it was the same one, because he could see the skull graphic on the center of the shirt underneath her leather jacket. He tilted his head and frowned. She nodded and turned around, walking away from him. She didn’t say anything more.

Jungkook stared at Taehyung’s iPhone and then at her retreating back.

The fuck?

So, he waited.

Clearly, she knew who he was, because she had said his full name when they talked. Jungkook was going to ask Taehyung when he returned the phone, but Taehyung had just shrugged.

“Just hanging out. Don’t worry about it.”

Yet it was the end of the semester and…

Nothing.

The next semester started and still.

Nothing.

Jungkook saw her all right, wearing a pink dress shirt over a white t-shirt as she walked to the library, black backpack slung over her shoulder. Not just there, but fucking everywhere, at all the parties, all the clubs, in the hallways, and on his way to class. Wearing the clothes of his friends like they were badges of her conquests. They had to be, otherwise why the fuck would she have them? And none of his friends said anything. Nothing! Obviously, every single one of them had hooked up with this woman and every single one of them acted like they hadn’t. Even Min Yoongi, who was too lazy to even go to most of the parties or outings. How she had managed to bang him was beyond Jungkook.

And the fact that she didn’t even try to hook up with him was beginning to infuriate him.

He knew he wasn’t ugly. Jungkook received enough compliments to assure himself of that (plus his mom always reminded him, thanks Mom). He had drunken sex just like everyone else. It wasn’t like he didn’t make himself available. He was in her vicinity. In her orbit. Always on the periphery.

And she did nothing to acknowledge his existence.

Why?

Jungkook didn’t get it. And he didn’t like it either.

“Newton’s law of orbital motion.”

Jungkook’s eyes were glazing over. His professor’s voice was the equivalence of white noise. Why was Physics split over two semesters? Ugh. Whatever. That wasn’t the problem right now.

The problem was, he was going to get laid by this mysterious woman and he was going to do it at this weekend’s party.

Yeah, well, that was as far as Jungkook got with that. How was he supposed to start the conversation? Yo, you fucked all my friends, what gives? What about me? He could try to pick her up normally, but his ability of picking up women was talking to the ones he knew were interested in him first. And she was evidently not that, because he was just a damn asteroid floating mindlessly in her space. Probably not even an asteroid. Just a fleck of space dust.

He groaned and slumped down on his notebook, copying the stupid equation with a grumble.

Yoongi had a hickey and Jungkook knew who it came from because she was wearing the same black-and-white long-sleeved shirt Yoongi was wearing yesterday. Yoongi yawned and shrugged his jacket over it, but Jungkook saw it immediately.

What the fuck?

Jungkook fumed into his beer, the plastic cup shaking. How? Why?

And Yoongi again?

She was in the kitchen, chatting with a guy, stretching her arms he placed a mojito in front of her. The action made her shirt ride up and the short, short black shorts became visible. The hem sunk into her soft thighs, just a tad too small. It made Jungkook’s mouth water.

She thanked him before wandering back into the crowd, holding her cup. Ponytail bouncing, high-fiving some guys. Yoongi was on his phone, texting. Hoseok and Jimin couldn’t make it because of dance practice and Namjoon was working on some sort of seminar paper. Taehyung and Seokjin had dragged Yoongi out – “Eh, I have to watch out for you idiots anyway,” was Yoongi’s grumble as he picked up his car keys – and Jungkook tagged along because he was bored. Taehyung and Seokjin were playing was very drunk Twister for some reason and Yoongi had declined – “You’re all idiots” – leaving him with Jungkook. Which was fine, because Yoongi had a comfortable energy about him. Jungkook liked being in silence with him. Yoongi wasn’t drinking because he was driving.

So Jungkook was spacing out, watching her move amongst the crowd. Her free hand absentmindedly flicked up the back of her long shirt – well, Yoongi’s shirt technically – and pulled out her phone. The curve of her ass was clearly visible against the white parts of the shirt. She looked at it and typed something, hands tucked into the sleeves.

Yoongi’s phone buzzed next to him.

Jungkook’s mouth thinned into a line. He snuck a glance at Yoongi who, completely expressionless, responded. She was peering at her cell again and smirking.

Was it possible to pop a vein just by standing there?

Jungkook finished his beer.

“I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook didn’t see Yoongi raising as eyebrow as he stalked off.

Was he overthinking this? Was it a conspiracy? His brow furrowed as he moved closer to her. She turned her head in his direction and her eyes widened.

And she bolted.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Jungkook ran after her, pushing through the crowd, but she was much faster and knew where she was going. Twenty seconds in and he had lost sight of her. He stood in the center of the packed patio, confused as shit. When he got back to Yoongi, Yoongi was listening to something with his headphones.

“Something happen?” Yoongi asked absentmindedly.

“Who’s the girl you fucked last night?”

Yoongi paused. He removed a headphone from his ear. He tucked his tongue in his cheek and looked up at Jungkook, who was putting on his best annoyed face. Yoongi’s eyes shifted from the crowd and then back to Jungkook. He shrugged.

“Does it matter?”

“Why is there a woman wearing your shirt?”

Yoongi frowned. “A shirt’s a shirt. Is it that weird for a girl to own a shirt I also bought from a store?”

Jungkook made a face. He narrowed his eyes as Yoongi gave him a confused look.

“She just ran from me…”

Yoongi shrugged again. “I mean, you look really angry. I’d run from you too if I was a stranger.” He went back to his phone, scratching his cheek with his free hand. “Maybe she thought you were someone else.”

Was he going crazy?

The, uh, fifty-seventh? Who cared, Jungkook had lost count now. Once again, he spied her from across the sidewalk, in the crowd of students, holding three folders stuffed full with papers and balancing a coffee and her black backpack. Red crop top with a leather jacket and tight black jeans. At least it didn’t look like she had stolen anyone’s clothes this time… unless that jacket was from someone… Or even the crop top, because it wasn’t like Jungkook knew what her sexuality was to be honest.

Anyway!

Jungkook stopped walking. Their paths were going to cross if she continued walking. She took a sip from her coffee, leaving a red lipstick mark. She scowled at something on her folders. A piece of paper. She clicked her tongue, lashes looking downward, the same winged liner as usual. The paper flapped in the wind and she pushed it against her chest, looking perturbed.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Er, hello.”

She didn’t even look at him. She was chewing her lip, thinking. Jungkook had to stand in front of her for her to realize he was speaking to her.

“Oh.” She snapped out of her thoughts and stopped walking, tilting her head at him. “Um… Jeon Jungkook, right?”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Er, yes. That’s me.”

She nodded. “Kim Taehyung’s friend, right?”

And Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Kim Seokjin’s friend, he thought with annoyance.

She blinked at him.

“What do you want?”

To FUCK because obviously you fucked everyone else!

Jungkook didn’t say that. His id definitely wanted to say that, but his superego told him to shut the fuck up. So that left Jungkook scrambling to think of an answer.

“Ah… I just so happened to see you last weekend. At that big party in the white house.”

She blinked and nodded. “Uh… huh.”

She did not seem to remember that she ran from him. Okay, fine. Take two.

“The shirt you were wearing… it’s Yoongi-hyung’s, isn’t it? He asked if I could get it back,” Jungkook lied.

She frowned. “Min Yoongi? You know him too?”

“Yeah. He’s my close friend.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Huh. Alright, I’ll talk to him about it the next time I see him.”

Or fuck him, he thought bitterly. “You could just give it to me.”

She chuckled. “For one, I don’t have it with me. And, for two,” she continued, small smirk on her lips. “I’m not giving it back. Thus, Yoongi and I need to have a little discussion about that.” There was a dangerous glint in her eye. “But it’s sweet of you to try anyway. Gotta get to class now, so see you, Jeon Jungkook.”

She brushed past him.

Is it that weird for a girl to own a shirt I also bought from a store?

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. He spun around. She was already ten feet away. Students milled about, hurrying, hurrying. He didn’t have any classes after this.

He followed her.

He sat outside the lecture hall. It was an upper-level psychology class. He could see her from the small window in the door and fiddled with his phone. There were less than thirty students and everyone was listening intently to the animated professor. She was focused, writing notes and answering questions when asked. She looked… normal. Just a normal student with normal priorities. She didn’t look like someone who could take shots like a champ and fuck literally every single one of his friends.

Maybe Jungkook was the crazy one.

He frowned, staring at his phone. Why would Yoongi lie to him? Well, it wasn’t like he was obligated to tell Jungkook anything about his sex life. In fact, he was probably thrown off by Jungkook asking him straight out, because who the fuck does that? To top it all off, she didn’t actually have to fuck him if she didn’t want to. If for some reason she wasn’t attracted to him (possible, Jungkook thought), then why was he trying? That was just rude.

Jungkook spun his phone around in his hands. Then he got up and grabbed his bag. His eyes flickered to the door.

She was staring straight at him, one hand under her chin, smirk on her plump lips.

And she winked.

Jungkook froze. What? That was literally the only attention she had initiated with him during all his time at university. The class seemed to be on break, with students talking amongst themselves and the teacher sipping his coffee at his desk. She cocked her chin at him and then raised her phone, tapping the screen. He looked down at his, not even realizing he had a new message.

From Min Yoongi-hyung.

Why are you lying and involving me?

Jungkook jerked his head up, but she was facing the other way now.

He ran.

“Kind of weird that you don’t want to come to the party, but, okay, man,” Taehyung was saying. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”

Yeah, because if she was there, Jungkook could not look her in the face. He also couldn’t look Yoongi in the face either. Not that Yoongi ever brought it up again or even sent another text after that. Jungkook hadn’t even responded to it. He ran a hand through his long hair, staring in the mirror as Taehyung chatted with him.

“Alright, I’m off. Let me know if you decide to show up.”

Jungkook sat in his dorm, shirtless. He didn’t have a roommate – he had one of the few single rooms to himself. He didn’t really want a roommate and none of his friends lived on campus anyway. He liked his own space. Plus, it made fucking someone a lot less awkward if he was living alone. He fell back against the bed. He didn’t actually have a paper to write. He had written it earlier and it was good enough. He just…

Didn’t want to make a fucking fool of himself again.

Jungkook rubbed his forehead. This whole situation wasn’t even a situation. It was him in his head dreaming up stupid shit. It didn’t actually matter. It was only filling his head with confusing thoughts and indecision.

But still… why?

He placed his right forearm over his eyes. The black script tattoo was healing and he was planning to add more soon. He sighed, thinking. He worked out. Had a (more than) decent face. Got pretty good grades (for someone who didn’t try very hard). So, why? Did she really not consider it, not even once? They were around the same people, the same crowd, and never? Not even in a drunken stupor? Jungkook clicked his tongue. Did she have a type? It didn’t seem like it; everyone in his friend group was very different, looks-wise and personality-wise. She was attractive, of course. You couldn’t sleep with that many people and not be hot. Juicy thighs, perky ass, nice shape to her tits. A playful face with a smile that made you fall in love. Dimples on both cheeks when she laughed really hard. Ugh. So cute. Lovely-shaped lips that reminded Jungkook of Jimin’s.

Okay, that last thought was a little weird.

Anyway!

Jungkook sighed again. He sat up, intending to get on his computer and play something. Maybe Overwatch or League. He looked down at his gray sweatpants. Oh.

Well, maybe he should jack off first.

Before he could decide however, there was a knock on the door. The RA? He got up, shaking his sweatpants. Hopefully the bagginess would mask it. Plus, talking with the RA wasn’t sexy, so he was pretty sure his dick would pass out by then anyway.

Jungkook opened the door.

She smirked at him.

Jungkook closed the door.

She shoved her black boot in the opening, preventing him.

“No, you don’t, Jeon Jungkook.”

He backed up, shell-shocked. She pushed the door open and walked into his room. Hair over her shoulders, the same winged eyeliner and red lip stain. The black collar with the silver ring, the same one she had worn the first time he saw her. Pink dress shirt, the one she grabbed as Jimin face-fucked her. White t-shirt underneath, the one Taehyung had worn as he fucked her from behind. Both too big for her, so she wore no pants. Just thigh-high white socks and her thick-soled black boots with the silver tips, the ones she wore when she sat in the booth with Seokjin.

In short, Jungkook’s dick snapped to attention like a scared newbie army recruit.

She tucked her tongue in her cheek and raised her eyebrows at him. Jungkook seemed to come back to reality and slapped his arms across his chest. He was shirtless, after all.

“H-how did you figure out what dorm I was in?” he sputtered. “And w-what room?”

She tilted her head. “Friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, of a friend… of a friend,” she said slowly, tongue poking out a little from between her lips when she paused. “I know some people.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly. “W-well, why are you here?”

She kicked his door casually behind her. It slammed shut, making him jump.

“Because,” she drawled, holding up her hand, lowering a finger as she made each point. “One, you decided to speak to me, only to lie to my face. Two.” Another finger went down. “You stalked me outside my Psychology of Anger class. Three.” Down it went. “When you realized you got found out, you ran away. Four.” Down. “Every time you see me walking around campus, I see you throwing yourself in the opposite direction as if you’re being attacked. Yeah, I notice, because you’re not subtle about it,” she added, chuckling. Jungkook felt his ears turn red. “And finally, five.” Her hand was a fist now. “Before that, you gawked at me every time I happened to be within eyesight of you. With your big round eyes, almost as if you were spacing out. Sometimes with your mouth open.” She twisted her lips to one side for half a second. “Kind of disorienting, really.”

Jungkook thought back to all those moments. Her eyes on him when he saw Namjoon press her against the wall. Her eyes flickering towards him when she was at the table with Hoseok. The shift when she was kissing Seokjin at the booth. Oh, God. The half-second before he closed the door, her eye on him as she sucked Jimin off. The light on her face as she was reading Yoongi’s text on her phone, her pupils on him. She knew. She knew, she knew, she fucking knew.

Jungkook’s lips parted. “Then why… why did you run?”

She raised her eyebrow. Then she nodded her head slowly, finally understanding. “Ah. Yes, that time at the party. I thought you were some kind of weird stalker, honestly. I really don’t have time to spend on creeps.”

A shameful shiver slid down his back. She thought he was a creep. Of course, she did, because literally everything he witnessed was sexual in nature and he was fucking ogling the entire time, holy fuck.

She cleared her throat. “Anyway, the rest of the guys straightened me out.”

Rest of the guys? What? THEY ALL KNEW TOO?

“You just want to fuck.”

God, Jungkook thought. If there is a God, please just open the Earth and throw me in Hell right now.

“I-I don’t–what–that’s preposterous–how would you even know–”

Jungkook was tripping over every word as she stood there, tapping her foot against the ground. He lost track of his thought and made a strange noise of defeat. Her lips curved into a slow smile.

“Well, technically, I didn’t know,” she said slowly. “I guessed and it looks like I guessed right.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Oh holyfuckingshitcrap.

If Taehyung or Jimin were witnessing this right now, they would have face-palmed.

She licked her lips. It made Jungkook’s stomach flutter uncomfortably.

“Anyway, I figured it would be better for you to be alone when I told you this.” She shrugged. One shoulder of the pink dress shirt fluttered down, revealing a shoulder. “It seemed like it might have been embarrassing for you, and judging by your beet-red face and tomato ears, I am correct.”

Jungkook slapped his hands on his cheeks. “W-what, of course not, hahaha…”

“You got a tent in your pants, kid.”

He looked down and tore his hands from his face to place them over his crotch. “Erm.”

She chuckled and shrugged again. “Well, since that’s the case, I’ll leave you be then. Just didn’t want things to be weird between us, that’s all. And found out you aren’t a creep. Only a shy, awkward boy.”

Then she turned around and reached for the door handle.

Jungkook crossed the space between them within two steps and slammed a hand on the door, preventing her from opening it.

“Wait.”

He was staring at the back of her head. Her hair had a warm, herbal scent. He could see the slope of the pink dress shirt, outlining her shoulder blades under the thin white t-shirt. He was so close that he could even spy he straps of her pink bra underneath the white fabric. Looked even further and he spotted the point that the dress shirt stuck out a bit from the curve of her ass.

“I’m not… a boy,” he said slowly. His voice came out lower than he thought.

He heard her make a light scoff.

“You expect answers without asking the questions,” she replied, still not turning around. “Not everything will be handed to you just because you’re cute.”

Pause.

“Boy.”

Jungkook knew how she managed to sleep with all of them now. She pressed every single one of his buttons, perfectly, within a single conversation. He placed his other hand on the door, fingers spread out. Took a step forward and pressed his body against hers, relishing in the softness. One of his hands slid down and snaked between the space of the door and her face, cupping her chin. He pushed it up so her eyes met his. Her teasing, perfect eyes.

“Wanna fuck, then?” he breathed against her forehead.

Her lips curved into a slow, foxlike smile. For a half-second, Jungkook thought she would say no.

“Now we’re talking.”

Jungkook had experience. He knew what women liked. But he did not know what this woman liked, because this woman was the embodiment of a fucking enigma. And at this point he was quite sure she had him mostly figured out. For instance, she pressed back against him, ass perched right on his cock, making him gasp. Her hand came up and she slid his fingers up her chin, opening her mouth slowly. He stared, transfixed. Her pink tongue slid out and she pushed two of his fingers in her mouth, wrapping her warm, wet tongue around them.

Sucking on them. Slipping her tongue around his fingers, single eyebrow lifted as she drenched them with saliva, so wet that his cock twitched at the thought of being in that hole. She placed her lips around them and used her tongue to push them to the roof of her mouth, sinking down to his knuckles.

Jungkook really couldn’t breathe, watching his dirty display of power.

Her hand was still wrapped around his. Slowly, she pulled his fingers out of her mouth, strings of saliva snapping as his fingers trailed out with a small pop. Jungkook shivered. The pink dress shirt was sliding down her arms, onto the floor.

She straightened her head and turned around slowly. She kicked the shirt aside, looking up at him through his lashes. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it was going to beat out of his chest.

“Why… why do you take their clothes?” Jungkook whispered.

She grinned. She looked down at his bare chest. Reached out, fingertips dancing in the air. Her nails slowly made their way up the ladder of his abs, eyes finding his once again.

“I like to remember who did a good job fucking me,” she replied steadily, so calm and cool that it was ruining him, driving him insane. “Let’s see if you’re so lucky.”

She flattened her palm against his toned pecs and let it slide up. Jungkook couldn’t look away from her face. She snaked her arm around his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair. She pulled his head back roughly.

He whimpered.

Help.

She got on her tiptoes; lips so close. Her other arm came around his waist. She rolled her hips into his. Delicious, sweet friction. Held him there as she dry-humped him, agonizingly slowly, breathing against his shaking lips. The only thing holding him up was his one hand against the door.

“You like that, little one?”

Jungkook wasn’t little. She was saying it to provoke him and it was working even though he didn’t want it to. He tried not to gasp or make any indication that he was enjoying it, but his hips were already moving, pushing back, frantic for more. Her tongue slithered out and brushed against his lips. He moaned. Had he ever been more desperate for a kiss? More desperate for anything more than just simple dry-humping at his fucking dorm door? Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling a little harder.

“What if I leave you here?” she taunted, digging her nails into his side. “What if I let go and leave you here, needy and lonely, without me to take care of you?”

What was going on? This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t how he was supposed to end up. Why couldn’t he collect himself?

“Please don’t…” he whined. His hand on the door balled into a fist. “Please.”

She kissed him.

Oh, fuck.

Lips so soft, barely any pressure, tongue on his lips. Poking, teasing him. Jungkook moaned, mouth opening and the tip barely thrust in. His whole body shivered as she slid it in and out between his lips. There wasn’t enough. Wasn’t enough pressure, not enough tongue, not enough forcefulness. He whined, jerking his hips into hers, trying to suck her tongue into his mouth, but it slipped away every time. Then her lips pressed fully against his and she mouthed the words on his lips. He knew what she said even before the sound touched his ears.

“Want more, little one?”

Yes. Oh, please, yes.

But he couldn’t say it because his lips were trapped against hers. She softly kissed him, over and over, hardly deep enough or passionate enough for his liking, infuriatingly not adequate and all of it on purpose. She pushed him into the room, away from the door, making him stumble. Jungkook could only break apart for half a second to choke out one word – “shoes” – but she was already removing her arm from his waist, zipping down her boot and kicking it aside, and then the other, pushing his head down to hers the entire time so she could make out with him.

Then, she pushed them apart.

He nearly tripped, forced to take several steps back. He was panting, out of breath as if he had been running for a long time. Jungkook lifted his head to her crafty expression. He could be the dominant one. He knew he could. But she wasn’t letting him. She had him in the palm of her hand, even now, even in this slight second of breath, the single moment of sanity, and then it was gone because she was lifting her shirt, the white t-shirt crumpling and thrown aside, landing on his desk, on his laptop. The pink, polka-dotted bra molded to her sinful breasts, so innocent-looking. They matched the tiny pink polka-dotted panties that pressed into her skin, complimenting her white thigh-high stockings that clamped around the softness.

His brain?

Broken. It was frozen at this image of this hot-as-fuck woman dropping to her knees and crawling on her hands towards him. Each movement a little closer, a lion stalking her prey and he was the frozen antelope, unable to run. She stopped right in front of him, straightening. And then, the smallest detail, spreading her thighs so he could see the faint wet spot between her panties. He could see her cleavage, the curve of her breasts as she trailed her hands up her thighs, her stomach, bending around her breasts, up her neck, tracing the silver ring and black leather of her choker, mouth opening to her wet tongue, a single fingertip touching the end.

“Wanna be in here, little one?” she murmured around her finger, eyes half-lidded.

“Fuck yes.”

If Jungkook could gather his last two brain cells, he would have sounded a whole lot less desperate, but at the moment those two brain cells had abandoned their post, leaving him an absolute mess as she hooked her fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear and dragged them down, down, exposing his leaking cock out in the open. Fuck, she looked so smug and he couldn’t do anything about it as she leaned in with a soft kitten lick, wiping it away.

“Let me ask you something before I start,” she purred.

Jungkook blinked. “O-okay…”

“Were you upset that I fucked all your friends and never, ever asked you?”

His eyes widened.

She smirked and wrapped her lips around his cock. His brain cells came back from their lunch break to Jungkook screwing his eyes shut and throwing his head back as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, deep, slow, wet. Tongue rubbing all around him, hands gripping his hips. He didn’t know what to do with his hands because he didn’t want to mess with her pace so he curled them into fists, sinking his nails into his palms as he moaned, feeling the head smack the back of her throat, muscles squeezing him hard and tight. Because she had been so soft and teasing less than ten seconds ago, Jungkook was not prepared for this wild intensity. She was literally deep-throating his cock like nobody’s business and he was trying very, very hard not to bust his load within seconds because that would be fucking embarrassing as shit. He forced his eyes open to look down at her, panting.

“S-stop…” he pleaded, but she wasn’t stopping. “P-please, stop, I want to f-fuck you.”

The slightest tick of her eyebrow. She stared up at him. It was too sexy. He chomped down on his tongue, anything to feel something else than the overwhelming pleasure from being in her mouth.

“P-please… want to fuck your p-pussy…”

She slowed, still making eye contact with him. She didn’t completely stop until she was all the way down his cock, saliva dripping out and down his balls. She didn’t get off him. Just watched him, pulsing her throat around his dick. Jungkook got it. She wanted him to beg. Her throat squeezed him extra hard and he whimpered. He bit his lower lip.

Pride? What pride?

“Please…” Oh, God, was that him? That wretched, pitiful whine, so wrecked and barely anything happened. “Please, let me fuck your pussy. Let me inside you. Let me pleasure you.” She blinked slowly. Not enough. “You made me wait so long…” His eyes raked over her sensual body, his skin burning. “You fucked them all and made me wait, made me want you, made me think about you all the time, made me crazy knowing everyone had you, but me.”

What even was this? He had never begged like this in his entire life, but he was ruined and destroyed by this beautiful woman whose red lips were around his cock.

“I want you to use my cock and make you cum, just for me. Want you to watch me when I fuck you, want you to moan for me, want you to say my name with those lips.”

Her eyes sparkled. She drew back, slowly. His cock achingly, deliberately popped out of her tight, wet mouth and he cried out softly, almost regretful that he didn’t ask for her to finish him then. She got off her knees, sliding up his body, his cock hitting her stomach and then her thigh, smearing saliva and pre-cum on her smooth skin. She pursed her lips against his, the tiniest peck, and he could taste himself, a slight hint of his own cum.

“Alright, Jungkook,” she said slowly, reaching into her bra and pulling out a condom. Of course, she had a condom in her bra. “I’ll let you fuck me.”

She smacked the warm foil packet against his chest.

Fuck, the way she said his name. So velvety, so wanton. She moved past him and Jungkook turned around, condom in hand, watching as she faced him, unhooking her pink bra. It peeled off her body and dropped to the floor, tits bouncing. She pressed her hard nipples in between two fingers and tugged, giving him a little gasp and a peek of her pink tongue from between her plump lips. He followed, swallowing hard as she backed up to his bed, hopping up and sliding back. Jungkook made it to the end of his bed and watched as she linked two fingers on the sides of her panties and pushed them down, lifting her legs up and together as she slid them off.

Thus, providing Jungkook with a shockingly clear view of her glistening pussy lips.

She lowered her legs and spread them. Wearing nothing but those white thigh-high socks and the black choker around her neck.

“Holy fuck.”

She smirked. “Come here, little one.”

At this point, he was beginning to enjoy this nickname. Either that or Jungkook was so horny that she could call him anything and he was still going to climb onto the bed, chewing on his lip, hand over hand, breath hitching as he neared, smelling her arousal. His eyes flickered to hers. She tilted her head and nodded. He bent down and licked her slit, long and slow, groaning as her sweet, thick taste coated his tongue. Oh, if only he had more patience to eat her out. Instead, his cock was dripping an embarrassing amount of pre-cum onto his sheets, so he got to his knees, unwrapping the condom and sliding it on, somewhat grateful for it so that he wouldn’t explode within two seconds of being inside her. He positioned himself at her entrance, lifting her legs.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

He shifted his attention to her face. He felt her hand reach down and guide him to the correct angle.

“Look at me when you go in,” she said, smirking.

His eyes widened as he pushed inward, slow, centimeter by centimeter, feeling her warmth cover him and shake him to his core, her eyes boring into his, satisfaction glittering in those orbs as he gasped at her tightness, her wetness, her heat. Breathing so shallow Jungkook felt like he was ready to pass out, thrusting the last of his cock inside her so he was fully buried, his entire length squeezed by her pussy.

She lifted herself up and wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers in his long dark hair. She pulled lightly and he moaned, lips trembling.

“You like that, little one?” she murmured, lips against his cheek, licking him lightly. “You like your hair pulled?” She kissed his chiseled jaw, clenching around his cock.

“Y-yes,” he whimpered. “A l-little…”

Her tongue wrapped around his earlobe, playing with his earrings. He could feel her hard nipples rub against his chest as she pressed her body against him. She pulled again and he moaned into her ear, shuddering as she paired the pain with the pulse of her pussy.

“I like the sounds you make,” she whispered. “Let me mark you, little one.”

He swallowed, still unable to move because he was in her gravity now, lost in her smokey voice.

“Yes, please…”

She kissed down his ear softly, lips against the pulse point under his ear. She bit his skin, sucking hard, rolling her hips onto his cock. His eyelids fluttered as she bit him, hard and unforgiving. Sharp, wet sounds. He whimpered and she ran her tongue over the bruised skin before kissing down further, finding the spot where his neck and shoulder connected. She pressed her lips against it and he swallowed in anticipation.

“Jungkook.”

“Y-yeah?”

He could feel her lips form the words she was spoke into his skin.

“Your cock feels nice inside me.”

She bit him again, hard. His eyes rolled back into his head, cock swelling at the compliment and the pain radiating through him as she pulled on his hair, sucking his skin, rutting her wet, tight pussy onto his cock. The euphoric ecstasy was unlike anything Jungkook had ever felt before. It was just a hickey and some hair pulling while he was cock-deep into a woman, but it was so much more, the soft kitten licks as she soothed the irritated flesh, the rubbing of his scalp, and the throbbing around his cock.

She finally let him go, leaning back. Her hair fanned out on his pillows, lipstick smeared, tongue between her teeth. He really thought the first time was going to be at some shitty party where he was half-drunk and confused, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t like that at all. Instead, she cocked her chin at him, giving him an open-mouthed smirk as she looked up at him from his bed.

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”

He began to move, starting slow and deep, gasping at the feeling. Her eyes drifted from his face to his cock moving in and out of her, then back up to his face. She was letting him do as he wanted, he knew. Jungkook could tell from her expression, giving him the reins for once. He scooted up, still fucking her leisurely as he lifted his hands and touched her nipples with his fingertips. He pushed them in a circle, rubbing them, closing his eyes. They were hard but soft, so fun to touch as he thrust his cock inside her. He pinched them and he whimpered as her pussy squeezed him. He did it again and felt it again. He cupped her breasts and did it again, pulling a little his time. She made a breathless moan and he opened his eyes, seeing hers shrouded with lust. He held her nipple between his index and ring finger, using his middle finger to rub the hardened nub. She gasped softly, whispering his name.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jungkook panted, feeling his hips thrust harder, spurred on by her noises. She pressed her head against his pillows, crying out as he increased his pace, rubbing her nipples harder.

“Harder, little one,” she purred, rolling her hips into his. “Want to feel your cock in the deepest parts of me.”

He pinched her nipples, hard, and she moaned with a teasing smile as he let go, placing his hands back on the bed for leverage. His long hair brushed into his eyes but he didn’t care, ramming his hips into her, hearing the harsh, loud slap of their bodies. She hissed out his name, tipping her head back as she lifted her arms above her head, clutching his pillows.

“That’s it, Jungkook,” she panted as he pounded her into his bed, feeling her pussy tighten and throb around him. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

He did, hard, rough, gasping at her pretty lips opened and her eyes closed in bliss, enjoying his cock, just his, enjoying the way he felt, enjoying his hips slapping into hers and his cock twitching inside her.

“Need you to cum for me,” he growled, surprised at his own rawness. “Need you to cum all over my cock. Need to feel you.” A hint of desperation juxtaposed with his order. He wanted her to fall apart with his cock, wanted to watch her unravel as she came with his cock.

She cracked her eyes open and wrapped her legs around his waist, thighs squeezing him. Oh, fuck. Eyes that said, go for it. Do it if you can.

He rammed his hips into her, pounding into her over and over, so hard the bed squealed at the force, so deep her fingers gripping his sheets were white, her moans filling his room, imprinting in his memory.

“A-ah, Jungkooooook.”

His name dragged out, mixed with a moan, cock twitching at her back arching, tits bouncing with his thrusts.

“So good, so good… Gonna cum for you, just for you, Jungkook...”

And then he felt it, the heated, throbbing squeeze and the instant squelch of liquid dripping out and sliding down his balls, soaking into his sheets. The scent of her sex so heavy and sweet that he was drunk, slowing so he could feel her pussy pulsating around him, vibrating his entire length.

“W-why do you feel so good?” he whined, shoving his cock so deep she jerked up his pillows. She chuckled, but he kept going, back to his rough pace, because he couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to cum. He needed it now, deep inside her pussy, her scent on his skin, her foxy eyes on him.

“You wanna cum for me, little one?” she panted out, licking her lips. “Want to feel your cock get milked by my pussy?”

Jungkook sucked in a breath, clenching his jaw as he nodded fiercely, unable to respond. She reached up and he knew what was coming and he wanted it, wanted it so fucking bad. His long hair was smacking him in the face but she collected it back, only leaving a few strands on his sweaty forehead.

“Cum for me, Jungkook. Fill me up.”

And then she yanked on his hair, hard, tearing a gasp from his lips. The pain shot through him, igniting every nerve, the pleasure of her pussy clenching him as he kept going, slapping his hips into hers, feeling the pull on his hair every time he sank in. Jungkook was doing it to himself now and he loved every second of it. The familiar tightening coiled inside him, so sharp and sudden that he almost screamed as he came, the orgasm racking his entire body as she pulled his head back with his hair, moaning with him as she came again, throbbing as he shot into the condom, cock jerking with force against her walls.

His whole body shuddered as the aftershocks faded. Oh, shit. He was winded, throat dry. Someone must have heard. Holy fuck. Jungkook had never cum so hard in his entire life.

Her hand let go of his hair. She rubbed his scalp. He closed his eyes, his body rising and falling as he exhaled.

“Did I live up to your expectations, little one?”

The next day, Jungkook ran into Taehyung at the usual coffee spot. It was the weekend, so Jungkook hadn’t expected to see him. Taehyung looked super hungover and barely alive as he ordered a coffee in his raspy, deep voice.

“Damn, are you dead?” Jungkook asked playfully as Taehyung stumbled to him, trying not to spill his coffee. Taehyung hated coffee, so he must have really needed it for some reason or another.

“Probably. I forgot I have a paper due on Monday.” He took a sip of it and made a disgusted face. “I hate this shit.”

Jungkook spied her walking up to the counter. She rubbed her chin and ordered a tea, handing over her card. She was wearing a white crop top, black baseball cap, and short leather jacket.

And his gray sweatpants.

Taehyung squinted at his neck.

“The fuck happened to you? Someone punch you in the neck?”

Jungkook slapped a hand over his hickey. “Er…”

She breezed past them, not looking at them as she hurried along, checking her phone for the time. Taehyung whipped his head around, recognizing her instantly. And the sweatpants.

“Yah! She told me she was going to study!” He whipped his head back to Jungkook, who looked away immediately. “Study your dick, apparently!”

“Uh…”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes and grumbled as he walked away.

“Well, get in line, bitch.”

sister story: meteor, m | myg

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note: Yes, I am aware League of Legends has changed the entire item inventory for 2021 preseason. I haven’t played the new patch since I wrote this. Just pretend this all happened before the preseason patch, okay? lol

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kanmom51 · 4 years ago

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Bangtan bombs, packages & other official BTS content masterlist

JK log 18 Jul 2013 - Bangtan

BTB You're a holiday , such a holiday~ (Bee Gees - Holiday) - 3 Aug 2014

2014 AHL JK

Bangtan bomb Feb 2015

10 Star photoshoot making

Bangtan bomb 6 May 2016 - ISAC Feb 2016

Jin birthday surprise 10 Dec 2015 - Tae eureka moment

Tae’s reaction when JK says it was his mission as spy to ignore him...

Did JK say he desires JM?

160703 [BANGTAN BOMB] BTS at 5th GAON CHART K-POP Awards

What Jimin said on 16 November 2016...

BTB Jin&Jimin M countdown Special MC from 17 Dec 2016.

Fire MV the making of - Jikook

Arguing with your bff as opposed to arguing with your bf

Global Vlive top 10 BTS

170110 [BANGTAN BOMB] Message to A.R.M.Y as 'Blood, Sweat & Tears' last day

KBS music bank comeback Feb 2017

Summer package 2017 - the dream catcher necklace incident

12 July 2017 Wings Japan tour documentary.

Can someone please explain to me what exactly JM is doing there???

the Wings Japan tour documentary

JK collapsing - Wings concert Santiago Chile 2017

The behind mission for the comeback show preview Vlive

When JK tried to feed JM

2018 summer package hidden cameras in rooms

BTS Sweet party Harajuku - what JK likes about JM...

Hobi the protector

2018 season greetings - were JK&JM holding hands?

Jimin nothing stronger & kookphoria links

Jikook right after JK’s RB

Summer package 2019

Japan Fan café magazine Vol. 7 2019

Season greetings 2020

Purple radio live comeback special

Bangtan Bomb Black swan VCR behind

Festa 2020 - Jikook and the rainy day fight

Festa 2020 - what JM, Tae & JK want to do with the other members

2020 season greetings - what JK is allowed to get away with when it comes to JM

Break the silence commentary

Dynamite Holiday Remix - fanservice?

Dynamite Holiday Remix - coming back to this moment

Winter package 2021 JM wearing JK’s sweatshirt?

Butter

Festa 2021 - JM’s wishes

Fix you - Jikook moments

Quiz on the block March 2021

Muster 2021:

Can we go back to this please? ;

JM’s sigh, JK’s grin ;

JK’s reaction to JM’s photocard

JK remembering Film out in Muster 2021

Another cute moment - JK’s JM sense

PTD & JK’s inner diva

PTD dance practice

BTS do have different work schedules at times...

Vmin Butter album opening

PTD project - latest “you are me I am you”

And yet again in unison

BTS Bubblegum talk - true translation of JM’s words

The not so hidden agendas behind the misinterpretations of the bubblegum talk

They (the editors) said it

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Jimin ain’t surprised JK focuses on his lips

BH editors are the biggest Jikook’s?

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BTS 5 years Seoul tourism ambassadors

3J’s BTB 3 October 2021

3J’s BTB Jikook pure happiness

[BANGTAN BOMB] Meeting with Megan Thee Stallion - BTS - 8 November 2021

JK’s powers of teleportation

BTB 28 October 2021 - BTS visit to the UN

BTB 28 October 2021 - JM’s finger heart

PTD online live concert - JK telling the haters what he thinks about them

Love yourself 4 year anniversary

2021 Season greetings teaser - is this a coincidence?

Suga merch launch clip - who’s there behind the camera JK?

JM merch launch clip - 7 year ongoing joke

JM merch launch clip - Jikook Jikooking

JM merch launch clip - I purple you

JM merch behind clip - his inspiration

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AMA’s 2021 behind BTB

BTS MBTI test episode 1

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BTB Coldplay X BTS ‘My Universe’ MV Shoot

Army calendar 7 June 2022 episode 12 (1).

BTS “do you know me?” game by Constellar - Jikook and the falling star in Malta

BTS Xylitol ads

BTS honorary ambassadors for Busan Expo 2030

JK D’Festa Tokyo

Big hit Global auditions 2022 (BTS) message

Hobi Jack in the box party W Korea photos

Xylitol smile season 2

Jack in the box party - BTB

More from Run BTS dance practice

18 November 2022 Coway Behind

'RUN BTS TV' On-air part 1 Preview Cuts - JK & JM

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the two in the bunch

Smile JK cause JM tells you to...

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Feel the Rhythm of Korea Making Film

How did I not notice this?

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BTS investment club

BTS investors club behind cuts

TMA's BTB 25 December 2022

TMA’s 2022 masterlist rant

BTS suite life photo (white version) JM & JK - 28 DEC 2022

BTB BTS @Yet to Come Busan masterlist

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softlyjiminie · 5 years ago

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cherry glosses n car washes | j.j.k

⇢ pairing(s): goth!jeon jungkook x sorority sister!reader.

⇢ word count: 7K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: pwp, smut, fluff, college!au, sorority!au.

⇢ summary: in the blistering heat of the summer sun, a bikini carwash is the last place you’d expect to find tattoo bearing, black sweater wearing jeon jungkook. but then again, no one expected to find him dating everyone’s beloved sorority queen YN LN either. in all honesty, he only really came to support her…but most definitely in more ways than one.

⇢ warning(s): please read! brief fight scene, heavy smut, pwp, switch!jungkook, switch!reader, oral sex (male receiving.), oral fixation, fingering, handjobs, heavy!exhibitionism, dirty talk, overstimulation, male masturbation, cumplay, creampie, unprotected sex - please wear protection!

⇢ author’s note(s): hello my loves! happy august! i hope you all are having a beautiful summer! the time has finally arrived for this cheeky fic, read with caution! extreeeme jk spice up ahead. ( thank you to @bangtan-headquarters for allowing me to participate in their Bangtan Boardwalk Collab Event! )

everyone knows who YN LN is. some know you as a daughter, a friend but to everyone at alpha delta pi, you were sister. you were a kind to all, taking care of your peers in your sorority, whether that be during times of hardship or just needing a simple friend to pull through. no person went untouched by your bright light, no person went without your cheery smiles and soft spoken voice, through cherry glossed lips and under peach blush. you made friends everywhere you went, entrancing them with sparkling eyes and a soft cherry blossom scent— and although you denied it, you were everything everyone wanted to be; smart, pretty, popular— you were living the dream.

but then there was your dream...jeon jungkook.

with dark ink tattoos of guns and roses spiralling down his arms and intertwining with his finger tips, long, thick hair and more piercings than you could count, jeon jungkook was the epitome of college bad boy. your boyfriend was the complete opposite of yourself, trading out any colour for black sweatshirts and heavy combat boots, grazed knuckles and a pierced lip that contrasted with the bubblegum pink shirts you wore every wednesday because your sorority was obsessed with early 2000s movies and yelling ‘you can’t sit with us!’ to jocks across the quad.

jungkook liked rock music, his motorbike named missy, painting his nails black and writing songs with his little band ( the weeping kittens, which you always found absolutely morbid but loved anyways ) whilst you liked collecting sparkly lipgloss and pretty stationary kits and those sanrio stickers that you liked to put on jungkook’s phone case sometimes. it was a wonder to anyone on campus how you got together, and to say they were intrigued was an understatement.

but you loved him for who he was, even with all of his odd little tendencies; like wearing black in the summer and scrunching his nose up when he laughed too hard, or how he used your hair clips to hold his hair back when he was concentrating. you liked that he quiet in class but loud and giggly with you, soft and sensitive, snarky and sweet. jungkook wasn’t like anyone you’d ever met, not like jung hoseok from your brother frat— who all your friends thought you’d end up with. of course, you’d flirted with the jock once or twice at parties but he hadn’t stolen your heart that night in sophomore year when jungkook stole your kisses in the back of his yoongi hyung’s van.

and although your friends still try to set you two up, jung hoseok will never be your jeon jungkook— there just isn’t anyone else like him.

that’s why you wear his oversized black AC/DC shirt that differs very much from the pink interior of your room, decorated by your roommate in the sorority house on campus. you didn’t have the heart to tell aerum that the feathers above your bed made you sneeze in your sleep, or that her choice of wallpaper sometimes made you woozy and that you’d much rather a less...bedazzled look; so you let her decorate as she pleases, with only a few hums in of agreement when she changes the settings on the LED lights every week. it’s only now that you realise how blistering this summer is, so you have the air con turned up to the max— goosebumps rising on your bare legs as you chat to your boyfriend of a year over facetime about you’re upcoming philanthropy project.

‘a bikini car wash, huh? like in those teen romcom movies you make me watch?”

your boyfriend mumbles absentmindedly—jungkook has his phone propped up against something, giving you a full view of his perfectly toned body as he strums away at his guitar— he claims he’s writing you another song, the lyrics purely focused on your pink skirts and cherry vanilla chapstick, but your concentration slips as you watch his inked fingers tug at his guitar strings...thinking about the way they’d curl around your throat or slip into the warmth of your mouth and press down against your pink tongue.

your lover glances up from playing for just a brief moment, the corner of his red lips twitching up into a brilliant smile when he catches you looking. ‘dollface, you’re staring.’ he whispers smugly, quirking his pierced brow at you and you struggle to hide the warm blush that blooms across the apples of your cheeks and neck.

“no i’m not.”

‘don’t be a brat, you know you are.’

you whine at his scolding tone, rolling over on your disney printed bed sheets because after all, you’re still a little girl... or his little girl as jungkook would put it. he makes a low noise in his throat, finally putting down his god forsaken instrument so he can pay attention to you, before sitting back in his seat expectantly. “are you sure you don’t wanna come? we’re raising money for a good cause!” you try again, jutting out your bottom lip in full pouty mode as you bat your eyelashes up at him. you’d been trying to convince jungkook to come to your philanthropy event for at least a week— the aforementioned car wash that was happening tomorrow— but whenever you brought it up, his gaze would drop and he’d fall quiet. “we’re donating all the proceeds to food shelters...”

‘i don’t know, YN...’

“i even got a new bikini, i wanna show it off for you!”

‘angel...’ your boyfriend sighs, running a hand through his midnight locks with the lightest hints of frustration. you deflate immediately, dropping the topic in favour for not pushing him any further. you don’t mean to upset him, you just really want him there so you can show him off and gush about how much you love him— the thought itself has your pout deepening before you know it. ‘come on now dollface don’t make that face, you know i can’t help myself when you make that face...’

this much is true, you know that no matter what you’re doing, if you make that face— jungkook’s a goner. “meh...” your voice is quiet and muffled from where you’ve shoved your face into the sheets to hide from jungkook, because you know that you’ll melt if you look at him. you don’t know what it was about him, but your lover always had a way of making you feel small in the best of ways. despite his quiet personality, jungkook was very domineering inside and outside of the bedroom, he cared for you like no other, protected you like no other. he wasn’t one to take advantage your kindness and he wasn’t about to let anyone else do the same so perhaps that’s also why you fell for him.

jungkook hums, leaning into the camera to get a better look at you. ‘it’s not that i don’t want to come and support you baby... i’m just worried that you’ll be exposed too much and—’ he lowers his voice, so you feel as if he’s lying right next to, causing you whimper out for him. the boy tuts, a lazy smile painting his lips as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes. ‘—and god as much as i’d love to see you show off your little outfit for me, i’m not so sure i’d fit in with your...crowd of friends...’ you nod your head slowly in understanding, because as much as you loved the girls in your sorority, they had a knack for making jungkook feel like he didn’t deserve you, purely because he was different from your usual type and jungkook was always too shy and introverted to say anything. you hated that he couldn’t feel comfortable around your friends like you could with his— so you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to come around.

“s’ okay googie,” you hum, curling into a ball on your bed as he laughs at your pet name for him. “i’ll just have to show it to you another time.”

‘another time it is, dollface.’ jungkook repeats, pretending to boop your nose through the screen. you talk for a little while longer before the members of the weeping kittens come in and interrupt your facetime call. the band consists of four members; yoongi the drummer, namjoon the guitarist , jimin the bassist and jungkook, of course, lead singer and guitarist number two. the older two occupy themselves with teasing your boyfriend, poking his cheeks and singing old playground songs ( “YN and jungkook sitting in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”) whilst jimin clings to the youngest like a baby and if you hadn’t known better, you’d have thought that the purple haired male was the baby of the group.

jungkook’s cheeks flush a deep crimson when you decide to play along, wishing him a goodnight that makes his face ripple with cringe. “sleep tight googie-poo,” you coo with a sing song tone, finally sitting up to blow him a kiss. the other members shriek with laughter, ruffling their little junggoogie’s mop of dark hair as you tease him for them to see. “i love youuu!”

‘goodnight angel-bear,’ jungkook says quietly, gritting his teeth has he sinks into his sweater to hide his embarrassment. you know his reaction is more of a result of his hyung’s teasing— he claims he can’t sleep well without saying goodnight in your special way. ‘i love you too...’ he mumbles, giving you a shy smile before hanging up the call, leaving you to fall asleep with an equally wide smile.

“there you go, joongie, hope she’s clean enough for you!”

you grin as you wipe the remaining sudds off of hongjoong’s bright red vintage car that you’re sure he spent all of his college loans on. nonetheless, you take the twenty he offers you from his wound down window and ruffle his matching strawberry hair. “thanks YN-ah,” he giggles, turning away from you for a brief second to tuck his wallet away, he briefly smacks his friend ( mingi ) on the thigh for staring at your boobs — and you can’t blame him, you love those girls — before offering you a bright smile. “you guys did a great job on her.”

you thank him once again, winking at mingi with a sly smile before waving the boys off and waiting for the next customer. the bikini car wash your sorority has set up is booming with business, students from across campus driving in to get their cars cleaned. some of the girls on the committee ordered in pink and white balloons to hang outside your dorm house, with a handmade sign saying ‘alpha delta pi wash!’ painted in pastel shades. your girls are having a great time too, looking stunning in all types of bathing suits that show off their beautiful bodies under golden rays, splashing each other with soapy water to ease the burn of the summer sun against their skin.

you quite like the little number you’re wearing too, a pale pink two piece with obsidian black accents and panelling at either side. you wave to some of the girls as you head over to your booth to count the cash you’ve made so far, when the familiar sound of rowdy cheers and hollering boys fills the air. barely glancing up from your work, you note the excited squeals of younger members of your sorority— already tripping over their flip flops to get a taste of the frat boys that take over your car wash.

“what does a guy have to do to get his car washed around here?”

rolling your eyes, you close the catch box with a drawn out sigh— picking up your gaze to meet that of jung hoseok’s. he stands half a head taller than you, chocolate brown hair parted and pushed back from his forehead, he wears the typical varsity jacket and baseball cap combo, paired with blue jeans and his signature chunky trainers. you wouldn’t lie and say that hoseok wasn’t attractive because you’d messed about with him once or twice before, but now he couldn’t seem to understand the boundaries of your blossoming relationship with jungkook. “pay thirteen bucks and use some manners?” your question is more of a statement, with you not in the mood to deal with a cocky frat boy who thinks he’s entitled to your service. the brunette looks taken a back, not used to your snarky attitude with him, but today was not a day for you to be messed with, all you wanted was to raise money for a good cause and have fun, not deal with assholes like him. nonetheless, the jock hands you his donation with a smirk as you whistle over one of the girls to help him.

“hyeri, you don’t mind helping hoseok over here do you—?”

“no,” hoseok cuts in, stepping between yourself and the older girl— stopping her from taking the equipment she needs to clean his car. you roll your shoulders, a light sweat dripping between their blades as frustration builds up within your temple— dealing with hoseok is bothersome and all you want is to relax and let lose. the brunette steps closer to you, and hyeri watches with blushing cheeks, the short, red head almost wishing she was in your position— her flustered attitude only inflating the boy’s ego. so entitled. hoseok was so so entitled. thinking that he could get anything he wanted from any girl just because he was pretty, and maybe that was the reason why he liked you so much— because you resisted him. “i want you to do it, YN, wash my car for me princess? please?”

scoffing, you cross your arms and send an apologetic look to the bumbling mess that is now hyeri. “book him a slot for me, love? i’ll let you help?” you ask softly to which she nods her head and runs off to take a note. hoseok smiles triumphantly but his win is quickly shot down by the glare you send him, and if looks could kill, he’d be six feet under. “you know it’s gonna cost you extra for even having me near you, right?”

“that’s an extra cost i’m will to pay...” the boy hums, smirk finding its way onto his lips once again, as he hands you another twenty before heading back to his car full of idiots. relieved that he’s gone ( for the time being ) you release a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and head off to grab an extra bucket and sponge to clean hoseok’s obnoxiously bright yellow ferrari, but not before you take a second to reapply a layer of your favourite cherry gloss that had faded during the day.

you miss the recognisable sound of yoongi’s truck while your back is turned to the hustle and bustle of your event, so your skin jumps with goosebumps when a familiar pair of arms wrap around your bare waist. “guess who?” a soothing voice whispers into your ear, causing a light giggle to pass between your freshly glossed lips.

“let me think, is it mr. tall dark and handsome?” you tease, squealing as jungkook picks you up and spins you in his arms. before he’s even set you back onto your feet, your boyfriend attacks your face with soft kisses while tugging you into him. “you came!” you beam, once jungkook finally allows you to pull away— using an inked finger to trace patters on the small of your back. hums of approval sound from the bottom your throat while your stresses melt away, your boyfriend’s presence easily calming you down.

jungkook nods, a small smile tickling the corners of his pierced lips as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and presses your foreheads together. “i realised that i was being stupid,” the guitarist mumbles, lips only inches away from your own— you’re so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin and his own body heat radiating against yours. although your foreheads are growing sticky from sweat ( a result of the intense summer heat ), you don’t mind, loving being in close proximity to your lover. “i shouldn’t let the fact that we have different friends stop me from showing my support, i shouldn’t be one to judge your events or say i think you’re exposing yourself— because this is your body and your choice and i’m so proud of you, sorry for being a dumb boy.”

you boop his nose, heart melting at your boyfriend’s words and even more when he scrunches his nose under your touch. “but you’re my dumb boy,” you add, teasing him slightly as you lean up to brush your lips against his. from the outside, it would appear that jungkook would always be the one to make you flustered— so it amused you when your larger, much more intimidating boyfriend blushed under the slightest touches from you. he puckers his lips, awaiting your kiss only for you to nip at his earlobe and whisper. “now how may i help you today?”

pulling away, you can see jungkook shyly curling in on himself— beyond flustered by your actions. his brown doe eyes avoid your gaze while his fingers slip into the sleeves of his black sweater as if he’s hiding. “i uh, also came to get yoongi hyung’s truck washed... he’s not happy with the state we left it in last time,” your lover mumbles quietly, and now you understand why he’s acting more shy than usual.

with bubbling laugher, you reach onto your tippy toes to ruffle jungkook’s long black locks— effectively moving them out of place. “i can help with that, koo,” you tease and pinch his cheeks as you return to your normal height. “but i can’t promise it’ll be any cleaner than last time—“ jungkook tugs you into his chest once more, opening his mouth to speak, when a car begins honking from your left. you huff, pushing your head into your boyfriend’s broad chest while you grip his sweater. “it’s hoseok...i’m sorry.”

jungkook shakes his head, offering you one of his beautiful bunny smiles before he leans down and captures your bottom lip between his teeth. his deep caramel eyes are locked onto yours before he grasps your cheeks and kisses you fully, tongue slotting perfectly against yours as they battle in a light dance for passion. but as soon as the kiss comes, it’s over, jungkook releasing you while you stand dazed to process what happened. your boyfriend was never one for PDA but you definitely notice how he smirks and revels in the cheers you both get, sending heat straight down to your core and making a light slick pool between your thighs. cheeky bastard. the boy salutes you as he lets you go, allowing you to run off to hoseok’s car while someone else books your lover in, before he heads back over to the truck. you make quick work of building up the suds for washing the car, dipping your sponge into the soapy water as you work on the hood— deciding now of all times, would be an ample opportunity to tease him. in the meantime the guitarist makes himself comfortable in the drivers seat of yoongi’s truck, watching you get to work— and it’s not long before he notices little things about you, like how you lean over hoseok’s car a little more, drawing attention to the curve of your ass or how you purposely drench yourself with the crisp, clear and cool soapy water when you ring out each sponge.

suddenly, jungkook’s pants begin to grow tight and his senses kick into overdrive as he becomes increasingly aware of the show you’re putting on for him. the boy knows what you’re doing, from the way you look at him from over your shoulder, to the spark in your eyes and the way you lick your cherry gloss lips. jungkook’s body acts for him, hand sliding down to the buckle of his pants as he slowly undoes it— his cock is half hard in his briefs just from watching you. he hisses when he grabs his length, pumping it slowly. jungkook feels wrong, dirty for touching himself in public, let alone in his hyung’s van but he can never help himself when it comes to you— so he almost whimpers when you lean over to soap up hoseok’s window and give him a full view of your breasts in the little pink bralette you wear.

the guitarist thanks his luck that his dark sweater covers his dirty work, thrusting he shallowly into his hand— imagining that it’s your cute little pussy clenching around him. the warmth of need bursting in his chest because god, you look so good and he knows you’ll sound better when you’re underneath him. squeezing his cock, jungkook let’s a low groan rumble in his chest— fingertips just brushing at his orgasm.

but the euphoria of his release is suddenly ripped away from him when another girl he recognises as your roommate, areum, from the nights he visits you at the house— knocks on his window. jungkook tears his hands from his pants and gives the girl a smile, driving over to get the truck washed just as you finish up with hoseok. you smile at the job you’ve done and the way the frat member’s car shines as you dry up your hands. right when you’re about to leave to find jungkook, hoseok slips from his vehicle and grabs your wrist so that your attention is turned to him.

“she looks great, YN... thanks for cleaning her up,” hoseok praises you, leaning back against his precious yellow ferrari that you’re sure is loaned ( because realistically what college student could afford such a fancy car ), you blink, appreciative of his thanks and nod your head but your mind is too hazy from the looks your guitarist lover was giving you earlier. you know he’s beyond turned on at this point and your mouth almost waters from the thought of him taking you right there, right now. “is there any way i can repay you?”

you snap out of your thoughts, tugging your wrist from hoseok’s grip and smiling at him sweetly— hoping that it speeds up your interaction so you can return to your boyfriend. “you already paid.” you mumble bluntly, turning to leave once more before you’re pulled back into the taller male’s grasp.

“why so distant YN-ah? let me take you out to say thanks?”

“let me go hoseok.” you warn, growling out your words. it’s like he couldn’t understand, that he was incapable of realising that you just weren’t interested in him like that anymore. your eyes and heart were set on jungkook, your days flirting and messing about with boys from the neighbouring frat were over and you didn’t care what people thought of your new relationship. yes, jungkook wasn’t your usual, conventional type but he was yours. your shy, emo, inked, pierced pretty boy.

“just think about it...” the boy pushes for you to consider it, pulling you into him by the hips as the pads of his fingers sink into your naked skin.

“hoseok.” you repeat, your tone much harsher this time as you push him back by his shoulders.

“just let me—“

the wind is knocked out of you before you have a chance to retort, as you’re yanked free from hoseok’s burning grip into a warm and familiar embrace. you immediately recognise jungkook’s sweet, floral scent and cast your gaze upwards, his sharp jaw is clenched, pierced nose is flared and skin shines under the sun from his light perspiration. you’ve never seen him so angry before, at least not in public. jungkook has never been one to start fights or initiate major PDA in front of anyone, so his attitude today... shocks you. “are you dumb, stupid, or is it both?” your boyfriend spits, anger at hot as the sun that beats down on you. his large palms that hold onto your waist tighten and his possessiveness starts to make you light headed with want. you don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re both angry or that jungkook never gets this pissed but you feel the same wetness from earlier begin to gather in your panties. “shit man,” jungkook continues as a crowd begins to gather. “when a girl says to fuck off, you fuck off, especially when she’s taken.”

your pupils blow wide, gaze flickering over to hoseok who’s chest rises and falls with a mix of embarrassment and anger. you can’t tell which is the more domineering emotion. “and what if i don’t ‘fuck off’ what are you gonna do about it freak? we both know she deserves better than you.” hoseok goes for a low blow, eliciting a chorus of ‘ooo’s and ‘fight! fight! fight!’s from the group that surrounds you and his car. your boyfriend clenches his teeth ready to to spit out another comeback when you detangle yourself from his grip and knee hoseok in the dick before giving him a good old sucker punch— watching with a satisfied glossy grin as he doubles over in pain.

“YN, you bitch!” he cries out in pain, and you’re about to swing again when jungkook lifts you by your hips— legs kicking and arms flailing just to get another taste. once you’re a fair distance away, your boyfriend sets you down as you shake out your hand— knuckles barley bruised from the punch and you know that your lover is impressed ( and maybe just a little more turned on ).

hoseok’s frat brothers help him clear up his bloody nose while girls fawn over the poor thing. you’re not surprised when hyeri gives you a disappointed look, punishing you with the task of cleaning the interior of the douche’s car whilst the sorority takes a lunch break. something about repaying him for almost breaking his nose. you don’t mind though, you were far too hungry for something else.

“that was hot,” jungkook mumbles against your neck after everyone’s gone, he’s got you pressed against the door of yoongi’s truck— thigh between your legs and lips barley touching your neck. you moan lowly, feeling your hips naturally grind down against the meat of your boyfriend’s thigh whilst slick gathers at your entrance. the combat jeans he wears are a rough polyester, only adding to your stimulation but you’re beyond turned on at this point, not caring if anyone sees. not that they will, the car wash is closed while everyone’s on break, so you have time to kill. “the way you sucker punched him like that, god i don’t think my dick’s ever gotten that hard that fast...”

your laughter falls into an airy moan, as your fingers dance their way down from jungkook’s sweaty hair to push at his sweater. you wonder how he’s not burning in the thing with how thick it is, not to mention how black clothes attract heat but you don’t question it, only knowing one thing and one thing only. that you want it off. “don’t lie to me googie,” you whine when he pulls away to rid himself of the ghastly article of clothing— a different type of heat building in your core. “saw you watchin’ me wash hoseok’s car earlier, bet you were painfully hard just sitting there knowing you couldn’t touch me,” you breathe, enjoying the way he twitches in your grasp as you yank him up for a blazing kiss. his strawberry tongue swipes over your lips to taste the cherry they have painted on and the flavour bursts in your mouth as he forces your lips apart and tangles his tongue with yours. when he pulls away, only a trail of saliva connects you both, making you both groan in unison. “were you touching yourself, baby?” you ask breathlessly, forcing your head back against the cool surface of the truck.

“fuck, angel face...” jungkook hisses at your lewd words, hips stuttering when you grab his growing bulge through his jeans. “h-how’d you know?

“i just know you.”

your boyfriend presses his lips to yours once again, fingers diving down to pinch your clit over the panties of your bikini— making you squeal with pleasure. jungkook swallows each and every one of your noises, hands trailing up and down your body until the slide under your bralette where inked fingers pull at your nipples and squeeze at your breasts. the peaks harden under jungkook’s touch, which is surprisingly cool despite the weather and you arch your back into him— desperate for more.

“let me feel you,” he finally says, sounding just as desperate as you and you nod, letting jungkook drop your feet to the ground gently and shove his shirt into the front of yoongi’s freshly cleaned truck. the guitarist is about to open the door for you when an idea pops into your head. pulling jungkook’s arm, you point over to the piercing yellow ferrari on the other side of of the lot outside of your sorority’s house and his face falls. within an instant, the key’s of hoseok’s car are back in your hand (after an hour of cleaning it) and jungkook is lowering you onto it’s hood. “want me to fuck you here, dollface? for everyone to see?”

you nod your head, a series of incoherent babbles falling from between your lips as you stare up your boyfriend with a hazy look in your eye— a look that drives him wild. jungkook strips you of your bralette and takes a breast into his mouth, sucking and licking and biting like a man devouring his last meal. you have no choice but to take what he gives you, closing your eyes to the melody of wet, sloppy sounds as his warm tongue swirls around each bud— contrasting with the cold metal of hoseok’s car beneath you. his freehand tweaks your other nipple before dancing down to between your legs as he pushes your thighs further apart. wetness pours from your burning entrance, causing your panties to stick deliciously to your pussy and jungkook groans around your second breast ( having switched between the two ) before he slides his two fingers past the flimsy pink material to circle your dripping hole.

“please koo, finger me...fuck me!” you cry desperately, writhing against the expensive car that your pussy drools onto. he groans, wasting no more time as he pushes his tattooed digits into your tight cunt, you whimper as he grinds his palm against your clit with every thrust of his fingers inside of you— dragging his finger tips against your needy walls as your eyes threaten to flutter shut from bliss.

your boyfriend tuts from your breast, standing straight to lean over you while more of your juices splatter lewdly against the hood of hoseok’s car. “nonono, angel, eyes open, want you to look at me as i stretch you open on this fucker’s car, yeah?” he pants, curling the fingers he has buried in your pussy so that they catch deliciously on that one spot. your bleary eyes focus on one thing and one thing only, your lover. the way that his lips shine under the sun with smears of your cherry lip gloss, and the way that his dark eyes shift to lighter shades of coffee brown in the sunlight— the way his strawberry lips are caught between his teeth as he pleasures you and your heart bursts with adoration. “that’s my good girl...” he mumbles, voice gravelly with need when he notices your open doe eyes.

with uncoordinated movements, you manage to tackle the buttons of jungkook’s pants, pulling his painfully hard cock free from its material confines. he practically whimpers when your burning palm comes into contact with his weighty length, his tip bright red and glistening with need. “feel good baby?” you ask him while doing your best to pump him in time with the thrusts of your fingers, creating the illusion of him being inside of you. jungkook leaks endless amounts of precum, eyes scrunching shut as he grows closer to his orgasm.

jungkook buries his mop of midnight hair into the crook of of your neck, kissing at the skin there. “d-didn’t finish earlier...” he stammers, thrusting his length into your grip. “if you don’t stop i’m gonna cum before being inside you...” he wastes no more time, pushing your pretty pink panties aside and slapping is leaking tip against your glistening pussy— teasing you both even though you’ve been craving each other all day. his strong, tattooed arms hook around your legs, bringing you closer to him as he finally pushes his cock past your entrance— you hiss in unison as his weighty length sits within you and you dig your heels into the small of his back to prompt him to move. “shit...angel, dreamed of this pussy all day...”

“then take it jungkook, take me like you mean it,” you almost scream, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. your nails dig crescent moons into his blemished, freckled skin as he circles his hips and drills is cock into you, tip rubbing against your fiery walls while you clamp down on him. your cunt selfishly sucks him in as you find the strength within you to lift your hips and meet his thrusts— loving the way he feels and the burn of his fat cock stretching you open. the air between you seems heavier, hotter as the sun shines brightly above you— your perspiration clouding the glimmer on the hood of hoseok’s car as mix of your arousals smear across the honey yellow paint. you’re messy, dirty, tainting hoseok’s car as jungkook fucks into you with wanton— chasing the release that’s been building in his stomach all day.

you love it though, the way he wrecks your little hole out in broad daylight for everyone to see if they wanted— the sounds of his hips slamming against yours filling the empty lot in front of your sorority. anyone could come back now and see you taking his cock, and the thought makes your pussy gush with sweet, hot nectar. “your cunt is so greedy, swallowing my cock whole,” jungkook reminds you, pushing his cock into your womb until he reaches the hilt. “you must like me taking you in public huh?” he speaks your thoughts, moaning heavily as you squeeze around his length with every word, your juices wetting him more. jungkook presses down on your tummy and you watch with awe as it bulges slightly— his hips never easing up as he pushes himself impossibly deeper inside of you. “god angel face, would you look at that, look at me inside of you.”

“you’re so big,” you praise from underneath him, gasping as he grinds himself into you— harsh material of his jeans brushing against your sensitive clit. you play a game of back and forth, pushing your hips against each other with every turn until jungkook picks up the pace again, a knot in your stomach begins to form— your orgasm sneaking up behind you as your pussy weeps and cries, painting the front of jungkook’s jeans as well as your pretty thighs. “wanna cum on this thick cock of yours koo, make me cum please please...”

“you’re driving me insane dollface,” jungkook comments through gritted teeth, pounding into you now at a relentless pace— you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock against your walls, causing your jaw to go slack as you drip endlessly. he shuts your pleas up with the two fingers in your mouth letting you taste the remains of your essence. your boyfriend only manages a few more thrusts before you’re falling limp against him with new colours flashing behind your eyes as cream against his cock. jungkook rides out your high, hitting your g-spot over and over and almost reaches his climax when you hear someone’s footsteps against the gravel. eyes widening jungkook pulls your weak frame into his chest, using the discarded keys to open hoseok’s car door before bringing you inside. your heart thumps as you spot a sister from your sorority in the side mirrors, she seems to be looking for something but for now, you remain out of view.

with that in mind, you push yourself out of jungkook’s iron grip— knowing full well that he still hasn’t cum. ignoring your boyfriend’s nervous and confused expression along with the thumping in your chest, you drop to your knees, paying no mind to the burn the gravel causes against them. “YN, what are you—?” jungkook never finishes his question as you brace yourself on his thighs, giving sweet kitten licks to his tip before taking him into your mouth. you won’t need to do much work, he’s already close and you can tell from the way his abs clench and his fingers weave their way into your hair. your free hands pump what doesn’t fit into your hot mouth, as you drool on his cock and spit gathers on your chin.

your boyfriend whimpers quietly in the front passenger seat and you slap his inner thighs when the girl walks past. you spare a glance to the mirrors once more, swirling your tongue around your lover’s length as he strains to hold in his moans. he whispers ‘pleases’ under his breath, begging you to let him cum...so once the footsteps retreat and disappear completely, you tap his thigh once and jungkook immediately bucks his hips. your jaw falls lax as he thrusts into your mouth as if it were your tight heat, desperately chasing the release he’s been waiting for all day. “fuck, fuck, shit!” he curses as your throat tightens around his length, causing him to spill his seed into your mouth. you swallow gratefully, only pulling away to show him the mess he made of your tongue before letting him pull you onto his lap. “such a dirty girl, sucking me off like that with people around...”

“you loved it,” you tease, twirling his long hair between your fingers as he kisses down the valley between your breasts.

“would have loved to cum inside you, more.”

you straddle jungkook’s lap, letting his half hard cock brush against your soaked panties as you grind down on him. “then let me make you cum again; let me ride you.” you state more so than ask, taking his hands into yours and intertwining your fingers. jungkook looks up at you with bright starry eyes, and you lose yourself within their constellations— you loved him, you knew that and no one would change that. the mood slips into something softer and you’re no longer in a rush to ruin hoseok’s car, instead you take your time easing yourself down onto your love’s length as it hardens with each stroke of your hips.

neither of you will last long this time, sensitive from your previous releases but that doesn’t stop you from slowly lifting your hips and bringing them back down to start a steady pace. the length of jungkook’s weighty girth, drags along your velvet walls with each rock of his hips into yours, sending tingles of pleasure down your spend. he lets go of your right hand, using his large inked palm to grab at your waist, guiding you into him in away that makes him whine. he moves onto your ass, squeezing the peachy flesh as you bounce on him, launching you both into new realms of pleasure.

“love that ass baby, how good it looks in this little set,” jungkook whimpers against your sweat slicked skin, closing his eyes to tune into the sounds of your angelic moans and wetness against his dick. “always so pretty for me...”

you swivel your hips in soft circles, clamping down on your lover with each word of praise as he sucks blues and indigos and violets between your breasts, his mouth salivating from watching them bounce with every thrust into your tight heat. he worships you under the golden sun, heated bodies moving together as you both work towards release. “it’s all yours, koo,” you cry, biting your cherry lips— bitten red and swollen from kisses your lover used to soothe your cries of wanton. “i’m all yours.” you add before he’s wrapping an arm around your waist and you’re pulling him by the hair to yank him into another sweet kiss, tasting traces of your gloss on his pinkish lips.

“mine.” jungkook claims your mouth as his, as you squeeze and clench and clamp around his girth, tears beginning to roll as your high approaches. the guitarist doesn’t up, letting you swallow his whines as the sensitivity grows too much, the tip of his length hitting that one spot over and over again while you push your hips down to meet his every thrust.

“look me in the eyes when you cum with me.” you growl to him, freeing your hands to cup his cheeks— lips tingling and cunt spasming. jungkook can barely nod but he obliges, deep brown eyes pulling you in as his warm breath fans across your face. you drown in his eyes, falling under as the knot in your stomach finally snaps— your hips falter as you cling to jungkook with all you have, release glazing his cock until he fills you with his creamy essence. your fingers massage his wet scalp while you bury your face into his neck, hearing him whimper and cry out as he fills you over and over again.

eventually, the sensitivity grows too much and jungkook pulls out of you with small moans, fingers finding your messy entrance as a mix of your arousals drips onto the leather seats. “i love you, angel face...so fucking much,” he finally says with glossy eyes and a tiny smile, dipping his finger into your leaking hole and smearing the evidence of your rendezvous against your lips.

“and i love you, more than anything.” you hum back, licking the sweet and salty sheen from your lips before mirroring your lovers smile because all though he’d rubbed of your cherry gloss, jungkook’s cum was the next best thing.

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kpopmerchfindsreviewsohmy · 2 months ago

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thisbeatchachinglikemoney · 4 years ago

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Strange

Part 2 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Yoongi x BTS,

Summary: Yoongi has found his soulmate, but his trouble has only just begun. He has to tell the members, but their reactions are something he never expected.

Warnings: Angst, Namjoon being a slight dick to Yoongi, sad TaeTae.

AN: Thank you guys so much for the love already on this series. I never expected it! Sorry this one is a little bit shorter, but there was less I planned to put in this chapter. There is more Yoongi x Y/N next chapter, I promise!

Tags:@calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup, @lindsayjoy444

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Y/N POV:

After last night, Yoongi had brought me to his own apartment in Seoul. He had had to go back into work as he had got a call from one of the other members of the group and he had to go back. So he told me the address and allowed me to stay there so we could talk.

It was strange, now being able to see the colour of everything. It felt like if I had to go back to seeing in black and white now, I would not be able to cope. Everything was so vibrant. There were infinite shades of blue, and red, and green, and purple, all of which had been different shades of grey for all of my life.

I had fallen asleep when I got to his apartment since it was so late. So I hadn’t seen the colours of the outside world; the colour of the sky, the sun, the clouds. I groaned as I pushed back the blankets, feeling the silk material of the main duvet slip and slide under my fingers. Of course Yoongi would have silk sheets. I giggled to myself as I swung my legs out of bed. I grabbed myself some new clothes and changed into them. But this time it was harder. I could see what colours clashed, and the thought of me walking around not knowing any better was now really embarrassing.

I flushed red as I picked out a white sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. It had just hit me - I was in Min Yoongi’s apartment. THE Min Yoongi. As in Suga of BTS. As in Agust D. I was in what was hopefully the guest bedroom. I gasped. What if I had slept in his bed? I quickly turned and made the bed before pulling open the curtains.

It was beautiful. The sky was a clear crystal blue. There were a few clouds, and the sun was a pale yellow because it was morning. It was common knowledge on what colour the sky and sun were. It was something constant and would not change.

I sighed to myself. I needed coffee. Hopefully he would have some. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me helping myself. Or I could get a delivery, but I didn’t know the address. I turned around and surveyed the bedroom better. The walls were a very pale grey, and the bed was a darker shade. There were light coloured pillows on the bed as well as dark grey silk sheets. There were framed photographs of cityscapes on the walls, and a white wooden dresser was opposite the bed against the wall. There was a wall of mirrors, which is what I assumed was a wardrobe. I pushed it open and saw it was empty. Definitely the guest bedroom.

I pushed open the door and walked out of the room. I looked side to side trying to remember which way was the front door and which way was the kitchen. I remembered that the living room was by the front door but the kitchen and dining room I had not seen so assumed were past the bedroom I had found. I decided to turn left and found myself in a large kitchen complete with black marble worktops and a large island in the middle.

It was then my eyes fell on it. The coffee machine. Okay, now a coffee cup. Where did people normally keep their mugs and cups and glasses? I began opening some cupboards when I heard the front door open, making me freeze.

“Y/N, are you awake?” You heard Yoongi call out.

“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen!” I called back.

Yoongi POV:

I felt bad having to leave her, but Taehyung called me. He had woken up and panicked when I wasn’t there. So I hurried back after giving her the key and directions to my apartment, hoping that she wouldn’t get lost. I walked with her part of the way, anyway, since it was close to the company building.

Taehyung was sat at my desk, spinning around in my chair as he waited for me. “Where did you go?” He asked, his eyes slightly wet and swollen. “I thought you had left me.”

I took a deep breath. He was beautiful. His eyes were a beautiful shade of chocolate brown, and his hair was a curly light brown. His skin was a lovely tan colour.

“Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung was looking at me worried now. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Was it a sasaeng?”

“No, nothing is wrong.” I replied. Now I had a choice, I either tell him that I met my soulmate, or I don’t tell him and keep it a secret. I decided to tell him - we were open to each other about everything, that way no one got upset over secrets that others had. “I think I met my soulmate, Tae.” I said, sitting down on the couch.

“What?” Taehyung stood up, looking surprised. “Are you sure? You either did or you didn’t.” He said.

“Well, I can see colours now, if that’s what you mean.” I replied.

“Really, you can?” Taehyung asked, straddling his lap. “What do I look like?”

“You look so beautiful, baby.” I said, resting my hands on his hips. “Such pretty eyes.” Taehyung blushed.

“So what are you going to do. What is she like?” He asked.

“Well, I can’t leave her. She was staying in the park when I found her, with all of her stuff. She’s clearly not in a good place right now, so I let her stay in my apartment. She is pretty, and from what I can tell, a very good dancer. She was dancing to Spring Day in the park.” I explained.

“You’re letting her stay in your apartment?” Taehyung looked a bit annoyed at this. I knew it was dangerous, but I trusted her, which was strange, considering I had only met her not even an hour ago.

“Yes?” I said, looking him in the eye. I was realising now he had a small mole on the end of his nose, as well as one by his lip. “I know it might be dangerous, but I do trust her, Tae.”

“Hyung, are you going to leave us?” Taehyung asked. I was silent. I didn’t know how to answer him as I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. His lips quivered and he nervously licked them. “Hyung?” His voice was smaller this time - sounding scared and unsure. “Please, no!” He begged, tears beginning to stream down his face when I still didn’t answer.

“Tae, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I said, reaching out to stroke his hair to calm him down. He flinched away from me, getting off my lap. “Baby, please, this isn’t my fault!”

“Yeah, well, you could have just rejected her as your soulmate.” He spat, his arms folded across his chest. Rejecting your soulmate is something that you would never want to happen to you. It was painful, the cords between you and your soulmate being severed apparently felt like a white hot knife. You would never want to inflict that on anyone, at least, I knew I didn’t.

“Taehyung, that’s not fair! You know what that would be like for her!” I said, standing up. I was getting annoyed at him now. He knew what that would be like for her, and for him to purposely want to put someone through that... I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“Yeah, but do you know what it’s going to be like for all of us? For me?!” Taehyung shouted. “We are supposed to be your forever, not some girl you met on the streets! For all you know she could be a whore out to get your money!”

“Kim Taehyung, you stop that right now!” I shouted, hoping that using my dom voice would get him to calm down slightly. “We need to have a group meeting about this! It’s not something I can decide on my own!”

“Well here’s my input, reject her!” Taehyung grabbed his coat before storming out of the studio. I sighed and sat down, burying my head in my hands. What a mess. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to the groupchat, saying I needed to have an emergency meeting with them all ASAP. They all replied saying they were on their way. Taehyung said nothing.

I guess that could be expected from him. Taehyung and I were the ones who started the whole polyamorous relationship. We started dating, but then decided that we wanted more, so we asked the members about it. Taehyung was my baby. I didn’t want to lose him, but I also didn’t want to cause Y/N unnecessary pain. I could already tell she had been through so much pain in her life and I didn’t want to be the cause of another source.

I made my way to our practice room and waited for everyone to arrive. It was quiet since it was so early. It was strange being here by myself - I was usually locked away in my studio until they texted me saying we were having a rehearsal, so I never realised just how quiet it could get. Yes, there was still the security guards and the night shift girl at the front desk, but they kept to themselves.

The door opened, revealing the maknaes, besides Tae, and Hoseok. “Hyung!” Jimin ran towards me, hugging me tight. I smiled and hugged him back. Jimin always thought he was too fat and always wanted to diet, but I was against it. He wasn’t chubby, he was just muscular. I could feel all his muscles when I hugged him. I cupped his cheek as I kissed his lips, making him smile and rest his head on my shoulder. Jungkook also joined in the hug, accepting a kiss from me as well.

“What’s wrong, hyung?” Hoseok asked as he shut the door behind him. “Did something happen? Where’s Tae?” He walked over to me and hugged me. “You look sad, love.”

“I’ll tell you all when Namjoon and Jin get here. Taehyung already knows, which is why he’s not here.” I explained, making Hoseok hum and nod, rubbing my back. The door banged open as Namjoon stumbled through, tripping over his own two feet. I chuckled. Such Joon behaviour. Jin was behind him, a hand firmly secured on his upper arm preventing him from falling flat on his face.

“Hey clumsy.” I said, with a small smile, making Namjoon scowl at me, and Jin flash a fond smile at me. I looked at all my boyfriends gathered before me. They had never looked more beautiful. The different shades of their tan skin tones, combined with their different hair colours was stunning. Both Jimin and Hoseok had blonde hair - Jimin’s was a similar shade as mine while Hobi’s was slightly darker, Namjoon had slightly faded purple hair, while Jin and Jungkook had their natural hair colours, except Kookie had green tips to his hair.

“What are you staring at?” Jimin asked, a slight blush to his cheeks.

“I found my soulmate.” I revealed, making them all go silent and stare at me. “And I know I am sure because I can see colours now.”

“How?” Namjoon asked. I explained how I had met Y/N in the park, and how I think she is an ARMY, and now she was staying in my apartment.

“That explains why Taehyung was so upset.” Jin said softly. “Yoongi, what are you going to do?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” I said with a sigh. “I can’t reject her, but I don’t want to lose you all in the process.” I bit my lip as I looked around. Jimin was beginning to cry, and Jungkook just looked lost. Hoseok looked neutral, but Namjoon was angry. Jin was trying to calm him down. Namjoon was the one who got jealous most easily. Him and Taehyung were. “Joonie, speak to me.”

Namjoon looked at me in the eye. “I suggest you go and spend some time with your new soulmate and figure out everything. If you feel like coming back to us, then you can come back. But until then, just stay away. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt.”

My heart stopped. Did Namjoon just kick me out? In the middle of us preparing for our comeback? “Namjoon, that’s not fair!” I exclaimed, making him scoff.

“No, you know what’s not fair. You finding your soulmate and having the audacity to tell us that you’re not sure whether you want to be with her or us.” Namjoon shouted, making me flinch.

“Is that really how you feel?” I asked, looking at each of them in turn. When none of them answered, I nodded my head. “Okay, I’ll come get my stuff at some point this week, and I’ll be at the meet and greet on the weekend.” I grabbed my bag and left the room, making my way to my apartment.

#strange #yoongi x y/n #dom!yoongi #dom!namjoon #dom!hoseok #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook #sub!jimin #bts ot7 #bts x reader #Poly BTS #btspolyau #bts poly #soulmate au

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cupsofsuga · 5 years ago

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ━ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 *:·。.

{ ⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers. I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{ 💐} REQUEST - ❝ Can I have the boys reactions to an s/o who show her possessiveness by wearing their clothes ? She's all happy and proud to go to the university or whatever wearing their shirt because " That way everyone will know that I'm yours and you're mine , plus it smells like you 🥺 " ❞

{ ☕️} NOTE - thank you so so much for requesting, dollface!

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

━━━ November’s essence kisses the air of your living room, it’s fierce caress trailing across your skin. You, ever so intelligently, stated with pride that you could handle the cold, regretting the choice as the embers of moonlight trace their fingertips across naked goosebumps. Strolling through the halls of your home, shivering from the sharp wind, you find your bedroom with intentions of retrieving some form of warmth. You discover a grey hoodie, lethargically tossed over a chair. The owner’s identity is quickly exposed, as the sweatshirt descends down your form due to your lover’s broad shoulders. You have now found solace, drowned in the scent of cologne.

Oh, and the blush that blooms beat-red across Jin’s cheeks is a sight you’ll never forget.

Following that occurrence (and the rest of the night spent smothered in your boyfriend’s lily-pure affection), you’ve taken notice of Jin’s not-so-subtle efforts to usher you into wearing his clothes again. At first, it began with leaving articles of clothing in numerous places, but that plan backfired as you silently scolded him under your breath for not tidying up after himself. This strategy escalated into Jin planting his clothes in your drawer’s, then claiming it was an “accident” or "a way to save space.” The red hues painting his ears and the way he avoids eye-contact jeopardizes his weak filter, though. At least you find his everlasting, spring-scented infatuation beneath the facade of damp rain and rotten trees. Be careful, though. If you venture too deep into the depths of Kim Seokjin and you’ll find sights of crimson-stained sins.

❝ God, you have way too much power over me, y’know? I’m always so soft for you, ‘fucking moron. ❞

𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

━━━ The evening mist glides through the brume of your boudoir, where you are embraced by the neglected clothes of your boyfriend like snow sleeping on a pine tree. After a particularly cold night strikes your studio apartment, the empty sheets and abandoned blankets failed to bring the solace of the sweltering summer-warmth your lover possesses. You yearned for Yoongi and the moonlight, the coffee stains, and stormy nights that kiss his form. The rhythmic melody of his gentle voice; the crow’s caress that wanders his skin. And despite his overbearing worry and protectiveness that you’ve brushed off as “concern for your health,” you crave those December eyes and that feeble heart. Fortunately for you, your knight in shining armor didn’t venture too far away. And finding you nestled under numerous covers causes worry to immediately swell within his heart.

His concern is distinctly evident, as his shrill voice of distress invades the midnight breeze. You swear you feel him shiver with dread when he feels how frigid you are when he shakily takes your hand into his. And before you express your refusal to his care, Yoongi vanishes from the bedroom to draw you a bath. If you think he’s exaggerating your discomfort due to the November weather, think again. Your name is then sung into the air, blossoming into the twilight’s brume as you escape the warmth of your bed and stroll to your lover. Before you, you’ll find the hot water adorned in bubbles and flower petals, candles littered around the room (far from the tub, for your safety), melodies of violin and piano reverberating through the area, and the sugary caresses from your Yoongi as the cherry on top. Whilst adorned in the blissful harmony of peace, you can't help but let your mind wander. His worry has always been grand, so grand that you fear his heart may actually stop beating if your safety was ever at stake.

Oh, well, at least he cares. Maybe a little too much.

❝ My Y/N, if you ever, ever need anything, I will always be right here… Always… ❞

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

━━━ Finding your boyfriend nestled under a canopy of your clothing was never a shock, as your scent of cheap whiskey and jasmines beneath the August sun lulled his soul to ease. The sultry high he’s given when inhaling another article of clothing is euphoric, infinite. To breathe in your musk is to find an eternal night beneath the purple rain; to drown in the depths of you is to savor the stars as they breathe out the dust of twilight. There’s a garden that thrives around the simple presence of your fragrance and Hoseok can’t imagine a greater bliss that is your essence. That is until he finds you draped in one of the many sweaters he owns, the red threading like Autumn against your form.

He was always swift to recognize his infatuation, but to know the emotions he immerses himself into are mutual emits a variety of nymphs to tangle themselves with his heartbeat. He feels the rhythms of sunlight as they batter against his ribcage and nothing, nothing is as ecstatic as this.

Twilight has occurred, the moonlight bleeds through the glass panes and hits your eyes ever so elegantly. It reflects a soft radiance as if the moon was swimming in your irises. You are beautiful, lying on the couch with his sweater on like a stray cat who will soon vanish into the arms of the night. It was no secret that Hoseok adored seeing you in his clothes, as his boisterous admiration morphed into suffocating infatuation. There was even a time where you reached into the pocket of his sweater during class and find a folded piece of paper containing a sweet note (that was just a tad bit creepy) along with doodles of hearts, flowers, cats, and dogs. Hoseok's love may cut deep with its shattered-lily touch, but it is entirely pure. Despite the obsession seeping through his affections, he loves you more than you could ever possibly know.

❝ Hey, isn’t it crazy how after all this time, you still manage to give me so many butterflies? I… I think I’m gonna love you forever… ❞

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

━━━ You anticipate for your lover to return to your home, stumbling around the adobe in utter boredom. Although this lifeless night is all too dull, you notice how the penthouse you wander around resembles a palace. With its crystalline chandeliers and marble tiles, its paradisiac view of the city that never sleeps and melodies of chefs and maids rustling around the residence. Through the lavish estate, you find the bedroom, embellished in opulent riches of all kinds. Then, there’s the closet, decked out to the brim in treasures of Gucci, Chanel, and Prada. There’s jewelry, bags, shoes, nearly every single article of clothing an item you couldn’t dream of affording in your past, mundane life. Your eyes settle on a blazer, exquisitely threaded with the finest of silks nestled deep within the closet.

The coat is a tad bit too large for your form, but you believe it fits you like a glove. And despite there being a faint stain of spilled champagne on the sleeve, coming home to his summer sunset wearing his attire like its armor, Namjoon has never tasted bliss as divine as this.

The skies once painted baby blue morph into the dark hues of twilight. Night has come, euphoria has been found within the tendrils of your hair on his chest and the littering of bubblegum-pink kisses across your skin. For reasons Namjoon can’t define, seeing you in his clothes causes his heart to tremble and plummet. There’s this sudden veil of exhilaration, like a July night spent with your record collection and red wine. It’s an enchantment that aches deep within his chest, where the desire to submerge you in his affections burns within his heart. He gazes at your now sleeping form, naming off every detail of you that he loves so much like he’s counting dollar bills in his hands. His moonlight’s essence, his lavender’s breath, his garden full of violets. You have taught him how to live without rain and he can’t gift you enough gratitude for this blessing. But, just don’t be surprised when you find your closet covered in dust. You’re only allowed to wear his clothes from now on.

❝ Damn, blue is an outstanding color on you. Maybe that should be the color for our wedding… Wait- shit! I-I-I didn’t say anything! ❞

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

━━━ Upon the surface of your bed, the voice of rain trembles against the thin roof above you. Tree branches sway with the heavy wind, lightning lashes like a whip against the evening floor. You feel the nightly embrace of bitter inclemency, as the earthly musk swims around the bedroom. Despite finally having a night alone, you notice yourself longing for the tumultuous warmth of your lover. A single night spent in isolation, Jimin didn’t take it lightly. After all, what is life without the iridescence of a Summer’s kiss? How can he breathe without immersing himself within the depths of his angel’s orchestra? You can assume what thoughts of hunger are rumbling through the boy’s mind, but you are oblivious to the saturated sound of Jimin weeping into his cold flesh.

You retrieve one of his sweaters in the meantime, inhaling his fragile scent of honey and moonflowers. He must be adorned in several layers of just your clothes, you joke to yourself. The enchantment of the rain’s melody and the fragrance of your boyfriend then lulls you into slumber, to where you then awake the following morning to dawn painting the optimistic face of Jimin.

Finding you in his sweater, knowing you had missed him, he had blushed like a tomato ready to harvest, that confident and broad facade melting like ice cream, to where he became a sugary puddle of flowering feelings and summer velvet. He looked like a young schoolboy who had received a love letter in his locker, as the blood of Aphrodite paints his cheeks rosy and utter bewitchment has him smiling like a lovestruck idiot. As you then regain consciousness, you are then smothered in Jimin’s affections. He kisses you everywhere wild as if leaving a single inch of skin unloved would kill him. He’ll even go as far as to order a shirt that reads “JIMIN + Y/N 5EVER” or just straight-up purchasing a conjoined sweater, so you’ll never be separated ever again. It is insane how infatuated he is, yes, but there is not a single soul within our universe that could cherish you as utterly as he does. And Jimin will walk with that fact to the grave.

❝ Ngh! No, don’t leave! Stay in bed, just for a couple more minutes! Maybe even a couple more hours, please…? A couple days…? ❞

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

━━━ October has bloomed, the saturated leaves are painted damp as rain kisses the earth below. You have lost track of the months settled within the isolated cottage, but enough time has been spent for your new boyfriend to grant you the privilege of taking a hike (with his presence alongside yours, of course). To stay warm within the frigid weather, you encounter one of Taehyung’s sweaters, arm sleeve hung over the side of the hamper. As the clothing sits on your form, you immerse yourself in the expensive musk of your lover. He smells like a century spent in the clouds with peaches and fairies; he smells like Autumn as pumpkin pie and Halloween nights essence dances with the ghosts in the attic. It is ethereal the way summer’s affection seems to litter the fragrance he dresses with.

Upon seeing you standing beneath the rickety door frame, adorned in his moss-colored sweater, Taehyung had blushed with utter joy and bewilderment. He had nearly dropped the midnight-black umbrella in his hands, stunned upon witnessing you in attire as mere as his coat.

After a stroll through the empty fields beneath the rainfall (and hearing the shutter of a camera for the umpteenth time), you retreat to your humble adobe. The following night is spent in blissful harmony, where you’ll sleep beneath the canopy of stars, locked within his daisy-chain embrace. You are his scarlet kingdom, his summer’s honey, his garden adorned in fineries such as nymphs and emeralds and birdsong. As dawn blossoms in the sky, you awake alone within silken sheets, the revelation peculiar. As you regain consciousness and study the sunlit bedroom, you find Taehyung’s clothes folded neatly on the end of the bed, drenched heavily in cologne. You nearly cough from the intensity, studying the note rested on top, where your partner exclaims he needed to run for groceries in calligraphy. Besides this note, however, is a necklace with a vial swung upon the string. With closer inspection, you come to the horrifying conclusion that the crimson fluid within the glass was his blood. You now shall never be apart again, not with Taehyung right beside your beating heart.

❝ Oh, Y/N, to spent everyday with you like this, it’s like everything I’ve lost has returned home to me. You truly are a blessing, my love… ❞

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

━━━ It is a muggy Wednesday morning, where fog coats the floor of dawn, and the dense breeze embraces the earth’s redolence. Today is frigid, as the embers of the piercing winds kiss your honeyed skin. You can’t help but long for Summer to return home, where the sky turns pink in its sugary excellence and where you’ll find youthful infatuation on the curb of Cherry Street, like two poodles whose leashes have entangled beneath the Eiffel Tower. With philosophies of sweltering fantasies, you clutch a leather jacket, oblivious to its owner. Into the grey forest of high school, you’ll find every fragment of boredom known to mankind. But, throughout the dull conditions, at least you have your Jungkook.

Catching sight of you in his jacket causes a heavenly glow to inflate his heart, the essence of clouds and angel’s tears scattering his soul. It feeds into his possessiveness as if he was marking you with his scent, claiming you like a wolf would with his mate.

From thereon, you take notice of Jungkook’s subtle efforts to indulge you within his scent. His affections morphed from shy, rosy-pink compliments to physical touches, as if clasping onto you would drown out the musk of all those heathens you call “friends.” Your scent of moonlit harmonies and dusk in California had since dissolved into his scent of melting chocolate and cigarette smoke. His possessive tendencies may be extreme (like that time he snuck into your closet at 4 in the morning and perfumed every article of clothing with his cologne), but his intentions are ever so pure. You are his siren song, his sunset gaze, his purple rain. You are everything to this boy, with galaxies burning within your chest and distant realities snaking their way through your soul. Within the heart of Jeon Jungkook, you live inside Eden's garden, crafted just for you. And there’s only so much time before he scoops you into his embrace and never let's go.

❝ … You smell different… Who is it? Who have you been talking to? What is that blonde I always see you with? I swear, I’ll gouge out his eyeballs with a plastic spoon and force him to eat them!! ❞

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justbelievinginmagic · 4 years ago

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I Need U - Chapter 9: ended up at the sea

a hyyh au / bangtan universe au ft oc x taehyung, oc x seokjin, yoongi x jungkook, ot7 & oc being pals.

series summary: Song Nari wanted to go home. Tired from working her part-time job after school, the last thing she wanted was to be sitting in traffic late at night. But her life is forever changed by seven delinquents who decided that tonight was the night to cause a traffic jam and havoc.

chapter summary: Eight figures were sitting on a truck, silhouetted by the golden glow of the sunset. It almost looked like they were frozen in time.

tags/warnings: trauma responses, implied/referenced abuse, soft moments, platonic cuddles, mentions of hospitalization.

wordcount: around 5k

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June 12th was the day she’d been waiting for. A sea day. It had been Seokjin’s idea. A day to sit in the sun and enjoy the sea breeze. Drive the truck around. Cause trouble.

Sure, the boys would probably smoke or drink too, but she was more than happy to sit in the back of the car with them and talk about nonsense. School was overwhelming as usual – even with break approaching slowly but surely.

It was early in the morning when she joined Namjoon at the gas station near her family’s apartment. The sky was a purple color; the sun breaking over the horizon still an inkling for the heavens. Namjoon had promised that they’d walk together to Seokjin’s. Her car was unreliable he told her.

It was cold still – without the sun’s rays, the air wasn’t humid yet, and it took on a chill instead. She didn’t know how Namjoon could stand it, standing in his Nirvana tee-shirt. Nari had her favorite sweatshirt on – the pink one that had gotten stained by the paint Tae used on her car that night.

“Good morning,” Nari greeted, tugging her sweatshirt down over her hands.

“Morning, Nari-ah,” he mumbled. His eyes were sleepy. A hand ran through his bleached blonde hair, messily. His neck ached. He had stayed up with his father at the hospital the night before. She didn’t need to know that though.

“I can’t believe you bleached your hair,” she mentioned again, staring at it.

“Yoongi bleached his, too,” he reminded her with a soft smile, nodding towards the road as they began to walk together.

“No more blue hair,” she pouted, remembering the platinum blonde hair Yoongi now sported. “All three of you changed,” it was said in a tut.

She had liked their hair colors. Jimin was easy to spot with his sunset hair and, now, seeing him with dark hair was a bit startling at times. Namjoon’s pink locks made him look bashful and kind – even when he smirked over a crude joke or snuck into an alley way to hide from the police. Yoongi’s icicle blue hair fitted him too well, a visual warning to others how icy he could be at first meetings. Of course, that was just a façade just like the dye.

“It’s your turn to be a rebel,” he commented, hand going to tug at her short locks. “I personally think neon green would look amazing.” He said it dramatically with sarcasm lacing his words. It made her snort.

“Very funny.” Nari nudged him with her hip.

Their walk consisted of jokes and light conversation; this was supposed to be a fun day; neither wanted to focus on hardships. Namjoon and Nari’s relationship didn’t focus on the tough parts of life. They knew they were struggling. It was too hard to speak about things sometimes. So, they hid behind things that were simple. A façade of being okay was their shared game. Their smiles remained genuine despite that.

They arrived at the high school’s parking lot with the sun. The gates were locked up and the parking lot was abandoned except for a lone familiar truck. It must’ve been ticking towards six am judging by how the sun was just peaking over the treetops. Her fingertips and nose had been a rosy color from cold air, leading to her eventually snuggling more and more towards Namjoon as they walked; thankfully, the sun’s rays had begun to warm the girl up.

Seokjin’s truck was quiet in the morning air. The trunk bed was open with the familiar stained blanket covering the cold bottom of the metal. That wasn’t it though. Jimin was already curled up in the trunk bed, with his hoodie’s hood thrown over his head and a blanket tucked around him. His eyes were shut. As the pair walked up to the car, the girl tugged the blanket higher on his form, tucking it under his chin.

“Thanks, Nari,” Jimin mumbled, breath visible in the early morning air. “Morning,” his voice was rumbly with sleep.

“Good morning, Chim,” she greeted softly, hand resting on his head fondly. He didn’t even give a fuss, head lolling to lean against his shoulder sleepily. She chuckled before moving towards the driver’s side.

“Nari, you get the back, too,” Seokjin called from his spot in the driver’s seat. Her brows crinkled.

“Good morning to you, too, Seokjin-oppa,” she replied, walking towards the two older men who were talking. Namjoon’s back was against the back-passenger door as he spoke to Seokjin. The eldest’s head tilted out of the driver door’s window as she approached them.

“Youngest in the truck bed today,” he explained furthermore.

Seokjin looked excited despite the tiredness clinging to the corners of his eyes. His plump lips were set in a near permanent smile, making his cheeks look pillow-y and soft. It was nice to see him so happy.

Nari nodded easily. Peering around him, she saw Hoseok and Yoongi in the backseat. The older one was asleep, too. She could tell by the soft snores that left the Yoongi’s lips and the way his face was completely calm. He looked soft like a marshmallow. Hoseok, meanwhile, sent her a silent wave. She grinned, wiggling her fingers at him.

“Good morning,” she said, gently as if raising her voice anymore would wake the bleached blonde.

“Waiting on two more,” Namjoon sighed, glancing towards the street. “I’m surprised Jungkook is late,” he commented.

“Taehyung probably was up all-night graffitiing,” she added with a chuckle.

Seokjin reached over to the empty passenger seat to pick up his camera. Wordlessly, he gestured for Namjoon and Nari to get closer together as he snapped a photo of them. The polaroid camera’s flash blinded her for a moment.

“Will you let us take photos of you today?” she countered, reaching out with a grabby hand towards the polaroid camera.

Seokjin laughed, his ever-present quirking lips not leaving his face.

“Maybe,” he yielded.

Her brows perked up in interest. Her grin was comparable to the sunshine streaming over them.

“Really?” she felt like she won the lottery. “This is a special day.”

Seokjin’s laughter was bright and screechy like the windshield wipers of her car trying to scrape over her damaged glass windshield.

“Don’t leave, hyung!” She heard a voice call out.

The group of three turned their gazes towards the voice. Jungkook was running; Taehyung wasn’t far behind – though he looked far more exhausted.

“Jungkookie,” Seokjin called out. “We were just about to leave.” It was a tease.

“Sorry for being late,” he was huffing a bit as he finally reached the car. Leaning over, his hands pressed against his knees as he took in gulps of air. Taehyung was panting as well, but he didn’t pause in running. Using his momentum, he hopped up onto the truck bed with a loud thud.

“Tae,” Jimin complained, hiding his face into the fabric of his hoodie.

“He’s a fucking punk,” Nari could hear the quiet but lethal tone of Yoongi from inside the car. Peering around Seokjin, she saw Yoongi’s eyes open and looking like a snake’s. His tired anger palpable even as Hobi cooed over him. Hoseok always managed to soothe any of the group into a better mood – even the ever-grumpy platinum blonde. It made Nari laugh, leaning towards Namjoon’s side in her giggles.

Taehyung’s face was bright despite the tiredness that lingers under his eyes and sweat gleaming on his forehead, plastering strands of his shaggy hair against his skin. Plopping down on the opposite side of Jimin, he offered the elder boy a quiet sorry. The way his eyes glimmer revealed it wasn’t that much of an apology.

Jungkook is still heaving a bit from his run, beads of sweat forming at his hairline. Namjoon patted his back as he moved to go to the passenger side door on the other side of the car.

“Truckbed, Jungkookie,” he said. Namjoon’s gaze met Nari’s and included her as well. “Nari.”

“Yeah,” the youngest boy managed out between breaths.

“Shit, did you run the entire way?” she commented passing him after Namjoon.

“Woke up late,” he mumbled.

Her lips pouted a bit at how out of breath he sounded. Did he think they’d leave without him?

“Take a nap in the back with Jimin,” Nari told him. It was less of a suggestion and more of a command. Hell, she knew Taehyung would end up falling asleep too.

Jungkook let out a small laugh before finally straightening up and climbing into the truck bed with the lone girl.

Namjoon pushed the truck’s trunk into the locked position as soon as they were in.

“Don’t freeze. Or fall out of the car,” he warned. Ever the big brother.

Taehyung replied with a click of his tongue and a wink towards the older before tugging at Nari’s waist, bringing her closer to his side. His touch never failed to make her heart race a bit. His head nuzzled against her shoulder.

“What time?” she asked.

“Got back around five am,” Taehyung mumbled.

“Damn, Tae,” she sighed, leaning back more so he could get comfortable on her shoulder. Their Facetime, a now common occurrence between them, ended around 1 am.

There is a rumble as the car started up, and a soft chill as they began their journey. Jungkook easily pressed his head against her stomach as Taehyung wrapped both of his arms around the arm closest to him. Jimin was already snoring softly.

“Alright, get some sleep you two,” Nari sighed, her free hand mussing Jungkook’s hair.

Taehyung smiled against her shoulder. He wished he stayed awake long enough to feel her fingertips drag through his hair next.

Nari did not sleep during the ride despite the warmth Jungkook and Taehyung provided, lulling her towards slumber.

Taehyung’s grasp on her never failed while Jungkook eventually snuggled into Jimin’s side instead of her’s. If she listened closely enough – over the rap playing inside the car – she could make out Hoseok and Yoongi talking.

Nari felt calm. Like she could breathe easy. Taehyung’s nose brushed against the bare skin of her neck as he nuzzled into her even more. There was a familiarity here. An ease. Being with them felt like she was home.

She didn’t know it just yet – and when she finally did, it’d be gone.

The salt breeze against her face was the thing to make her nudge Taehyung off her with a light jab of her elbow.

He flinched far harder than he should’ve, awakening with a start.

“We’re here!” she’s beaming bright. The salt water spray tickled her nose. Pushing herself up onto her knees using Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s thighs as leverage, Nari tried to glance out over the sea shore.

“Careful, Nari-ah,” Jungkook was the one to worry this time. His hands went to steady her waist before she tumbled from the car’s movement. There was a reason Namjoon warned for them to not fall out of the car. And for once, it wasn’t because the boys would do something stupid – it was because Nari got way too excited about the ocean.

She hadn’t seen the ocean since childhood.

“Jungkookie,” her hands went to grasp at the hands on her waist, squeezing them tightly. Her form was buzzing with a light they hadn’t seen in months. It tugged them out of their sleepiness like moths to a flame.

“It’s so pretty,” her eyes hadn’t left the glimmering sea they were approaching. Jimin giggled a little at her before the car went over a bump, and she lurched forward. He leaned forward to place a hand on her shoulder to steady her alongside Jungkook.

“Okay, we’re going to see it all day, relax.” Jimin warned. “Please.”

Nari rolled her eyes a bit before plopping down on her bum, letting go of Jungkook’s hands. Sitting in front of them, she crossed her legs and peered around the side of the car still.

She could see Namjoon’s eyes in the side mirror’s reflection, watching to make sure they were okay in the trunk.

The way the car slid against the wet sand felt dangerous. The way she was pressing into Jungkook’s side as they tumbled around in the truck’s open trunk felt dangerous. Yet she was laughing loud, fingers clinging to one of the boys to try to steady herself.

This was the first thing Seokjin did when they ended up on the sandy shores of the seaside. It was out of character for him (maybe Hoseok convinced him to do so) yet she didn’t care when she was thrown into Taehyung’s chest, laughter muffled by the yellow tee shirt he wore.

Jungkook was the first one to stand in the trunk – despite scolding her earlier for moving to her knees.

The hoots and hollers echoed through the empty seaside. The spray and splash of salt water dusted over their forms as the car swerved again in the sand.

“Be careful,” Nari cried out as Jimin joined Jungkook in standing, waving his hoodie in the air like it was a flag.

Taehyung didn’t stand instead he wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to keep a hold of her as they slid about on the blankets. Giggles poured from their lips and she clung to his forearms.

He just wanted an excuse to stay close to her.

“I wish I brought a swim suit,” she commented, embracing the wind that tousled their hair.

The boys had begun to do races betting meager things like instant ramyeon or bags of chips or rides to school. She propped a leg up on the truck bed as she watched Seokjin filming the race, commentating dramatically. She let out a laugh.

“It’s muggy enough to swim,” Yoongi commented shedding his hoodie and plopping down next to her. His hand fluffed his blonde hair, the sound of his bleached hair crinkling in the wind.

His knees were sandy from tripping while racing against Hoseok; the more active of the two winning easily. The pair watched as Jungkook and Taehyung raced now.

“Next time we will go swimming,” he stated simply.

It made her smile to think they’d go to the beach again like this.

“I see a crab!” Namjoon called out, his tone light and excited like a child. He was currently squatting down in the shallows of the beach, his knees dangerously close to the water as he dug through the muddy sand. It was a change for Namjoon. He often times was too serious. There was something about him that screamed mature whether it was his watchful eyes or his dirty jokes. However, as he was knelt in the warm sunlight, hands sandy and an innocent smile on his lips, he looked his age for once. A kid.

His hand clapped down on the sand, capturing the crab he had spotted.

“I want to see!” Nari called out. She was currently being used as an obstacle for the races. The fastest – whom they determined was Jungkook – had to carry her on his back for the next race against Seokjin. She wiggled a bit on his back, trying to hop off - despite his hold on her legs.

“Noona,” he whined out, adjusting his hold the best he could. “I’m gonna lose.” He was slowing – habitually – to make sure his friend didn’t plummet to her sandy doom.

“Run faster, so you win then!” she jested; her hands slapped down on his shoulders lightly before wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hurry. I want to see the crab before Namjoon loses it!”

“I won’t lose it!” she heard Namjoon cry out behind her.

“Go Kookie!” she encouraged.

He was fast. It was shocking when the shyest boy in the group was the most athletic of the bunch. He was stronger than she thought. He was huffing and puffing, arms straining to keep his noona on his back as he raced faster and faster.

“Jungkooookie!” Hoseok’s voice rang out in surprise, the tone of his voice dropping into his dialect.

It was only moments later when Jungkook - past the car – their makeshift finish line.

“He’s truly the fastest,” Taehyung jeered, a playful smile in his eyes as he put Seokjin’s video camera in the youngest’s reddening face. Nari quickly hopped off his back, hands patting his back lightly; Jungkook was huffing and puffing quite a bit.

“Okay, I owe you a bag of chips,” Seokjin told Jungkook as he finally caught up and patted the youngest on the shoulder.

He rose a thumbs up in agreement as he struggled to catch his breath.

The lone girl offered the video camera a smile; it was bright enough it made her eyes shut a bit before rushing off towards the others by the seashore. Jimin and Namjoon were squatting looking at the discovery the older found.

“Joonie!” She beamed. “Minnie!” Her arms went around their necks as she peered in between them. Jimin’s face flushed at the nickname. Namjoon’s ears burned a bit, but he was too focused on his discovery.

“Look at it,” he cooed softly at the small crab in the palm of his hand. The crab was still covered in big blobs of wet sand.

“It’s so little,” Nari hummed, her index finger going to brush off some sand from its back shell.

The shell had a blue-ish hue, a marbled effect in the surface. It was pretty.

“Is it going to pinch your hand, hyung?” Jimin queried after a moment as the crab scurried this way and that way on Namjoon’s large palm. “It looks angry.”

“We did take him from his home,” Nari joked.

“I want to keep him,” Namjoon nearly whined. It was cute how he cared for the little thing. It was endearing to see Namjoon acting like this.

The crab did pinch at Namjoon’s fingertips now, making him flinch and flick the creature off his hand with a yelp.

The trio yelled in unison, jumping in shock. They scrambled back a bit. Nari landed on her bum in the wet sand as Namjoon flicked his hand back and forth.

“Namjoon-hyung!” Jimin exclaimed trying to find the little crab.

They hoped the crab flew into the water because they couldn’t find him anymore.

“Seokjin-oppa never lets this camera out of his sight,” she commentated, holding the video camera. From her spot atop the truck’s trunk, she scanned the camera across the scenic view before zero-ing on Seokjin.

“There he is in his natural habitat, the Jin.”

He was currently, playing around and taking selfies with the boys. She initially had run off to grab a sweatshirt – Jimin offered his that was crumpled in the backseat of the truck. But when she spotted the camera, she couldn’t resist.

“Pretending he is worldwide handsome among his friends. What pose will they pick? A peace sign – very original.” She commentated as if her friends posing was the most interesting activity.

Nari zoomed in dramatically. Under her breath, she began to chant his name, “Jin, Jin, Jin, Jin, Jin,” to the tune of an action theme.

“This may be his camera but you need to remember what you looked like, oppa,” she teased the future Seokjin. “For when you’re a grumpy old man.”

She turned the camera back to the horizon for a moment before it trailed over Jimin and Hoseok. Her focus zoomed in on Taehyung hugging Yoongi – the elder pulling an exasperated face.

“Its June 12th. This is my first time going to the beach in a long time. Currently, plotting to push one of the guys into the water. Without getting on their bad side. I don’t think it’ll work out. Maybe Tae – for payback about the spray-painted windshield. But also, Jin would be a good pick. Again, payback for being mean about the blanket.” Nari continued to report until one of the boys notice her in the distance.

“Riri’s got hyung’s camera,” Hoseok knelled out.

“Nari!”

The video gets abruptly cut off with a feminine giggle as she dropped it on the blanket covered truck bed.

“You almost broke it!” You could hear Seokjin’s complain loudly as he ran towards the video camera. There was an unflattering shot of his double chin until the footage cut to black.

Nari had opted to take her shoes off, bare feet padding against dampened sand. Sneakers dangled from her hand as the group walked along.

“You know, when I was little, I heard a story about a wish granting rock at this beach,” Hoseok prompted.

“Yeah?” Jungkook raised a brow, his doe-like eyes doubtful.

Yeah, he had. The ladies at the orphanage liked to tell it to the little kids. He had told the story countless times by now. And now he told his friends.

After five minutes of Hoseok’s rambles, she got the gist of the story. There is a large boulder with odd formations into its surface. Some saw flowers; other saw mazes; some even said they saw words. The sea carved it out with purpose, and with it came magic. It could grant dreams if you whispered it to the rock. Some said what people saw in the formations are stories of things that came true.

When his story was over, the group let out a joint hum.

“Stupid,” Yoongi muttered out.

With a well-placed swat of her shoes to his bum, Nari let out a scolding ‘hey’ that would put Seokjin’s scolds to shame.

“I think it’s cute.” She stated.

“That’s because you have a dream, Nari,” Yoongi replied, a hand rubbing his butt a bit. He actually pouted a smidge. The blonde was getting soft for the lone girl in the group. He knew it, so did the other boys.

“You guys have dreams,” she sighed out slinging her shoes back over her shoulder, holding them by their tangled shoelaces.

“They’re not much,” Jungkook muttered out with a sigh.

“They’re dreams though,” she encouraged.

“Is having a dream good enough though?” Hoseok was the one to pipe up. “Even if it’s not good one.”

Namjoon was the one to sigh out, his arm slinging over the dark-haired man’s shoulder.

“I think so, Hobi,” he said. “Dreams don’t really matter, so it’s good enough.”

Ah, so everything was meaningless. Great. Namjoon needed to stop reading that philosophy Instagram page she saw him follow.

Nari rolled her eyes at Namjoon’s somberness.

“Not because of that,” she scolded again.

“I just want to make it through life,” Jimin commented. “Is that even a dream?”

No. Not really. Or was it? Who judged dreams? Couldn’t a dream be anything – even mundane?

“We’re almost to it,” Hoseok commented. “If I remember correctly.”

A few moments later they rounded the cliffside only to see a construction site. Rubble of rocks and dirt heaped onto the shore. Green tarped fences outlined the perimeter. The beginning of a lookout post, a jumble of metal poles and bolts laid on the ground in a pile.

No rock with magic powers.

“It should be here, at the end of the beach,” Hoseok mumbled. He was actually dejected. He had heard about the rock for years. It was gonna be fun to see it. The kids at the orphanage would’ve loved it.

“It would’ve been here,” Seokjin commented, raising his polaroid camera to take a photo.

He already thought of a funny caption he could write on the polariod for this sight. Dreams do come true.

“Well, maybe the magic is still here,” Jungkook added.

“How much magic can be in a construction site?” Taehyung piped up, slinging his arm over Jungkook’s shoulders.

“It’s the thought that counts. What if our dreams do come true?” Nari argued.

Jimin’s plump lips pouted in thought for a moment before nodding.

“It can’t hurt.”

“So, what we’re just going to yell out our dreams?” Yoongi scoffed out.

A loud drilling noise sounded momentarily from the site, making the group flinch a bit. Hoseok’s hands covered his ears while Jungkook shrunk into Taehyung’s form a bit. Those two hated loud noises.

“Why not?” Nari called out, her voice barely audible over the drilling noise.

Yoongi spared them a look but… he knew that she would do it regardless if he wanted them to.

“Ready?” Hoseok prompted.

She raised her hand and counted down with her fingers. On the last finger, the group called out their dreams. It was a cacophony of sound, but she didn’t hear any of their words clearly enough. She hoped though they actually said their dreams… rather than their discussion months ago where they went in circles.

“Let me live how I want!”

Her hands cupped her mouth as she shouted out towards the sea, hoping somewhere like the wish on a birthday candle, this would bring luck to her dreams. Her humble dream of wanting to write was something she clung to when thinking about the hardships of school. Her silly scribbles in her red notebook reminding her that there was adventure, love, and calmness in her imagination.

Suddenly, the drilling stopped and their words all cut off. Not one wanted their dream to be heard by the others.

At the suddenly silence and the aches in the throats, Jungkook was the first to let out a giggle at the stupidity of the scenario, followed by Seokjin.

In moments, they all – even Yoongi – were laughing over themselves.

“I hope we get our dreams,” Hoseok beamed, slinging his arm around Nari’s shoulder as they began to head away from the construction site.

The sun had begun to set. The group had begun to commune in the trunk of the truck. Nari’s head rested in Jimin’s lap – he had insisted, wanting to braid her hair. How this boy didn’t have a girlfriend she had no idea? He was a sweetheart.

Namjoon’s eyes were shut finally napping despite his neck bent at an odd angle. Like usual, the others were looking through the polaroids taken during the day and taking random ones while they waited for the sun to set.

“Hyung, can I keep this?”

It was Jungkook’s voice that piped up. Nari’s gaze flickered to him, her head turning a bit in Jimin’s hands.

Jungkook was holding a polaroid. The warm sunlight made her blink blearily, trying to spot what the photograph was. Seokjin leaned forward to peer at the photo.

“Sure,” he agreed with a shrug before going back through the others.

Before Nari could make it out, it was slid into his jacket. She pouted a bit out curiosity. Jungkook never kept polaroids. The only ones to ever pocket the photographs were Seokjin, Namjoon, and herself. Her notebook always had one or two pressed between the pages that she had forgotten about.

(She had found a photograph of Taehyung the other night when writing in her red notebook, and it had made her stomach whirl with butterflies. She remembered feeling startled because when did he look so cute? The photograph must’ve had just the right lighting. Just the right clothes. Something. That night she had forgotten about her journal entry, and thought of one of her friends in that leather jacket, sucking on a lollipop, kept repeating itself in her head. )

“Almost done, Nari,” Jimin’s soft voice took her out of her own thoughts.

She offered him a smile.

“Thank you,” she beamed, leaning up after she felt the hair tie wrap around the end of her hair. “Does it look nice?” she chuckled, showing off the braid.

“Very pretty,” it was Yoongi who spoke up politely.

Yoongi didn’t give compliments freely and it made her blush a bit, the color dusting her cheeks.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” she chuckled before pulling her legs closer to her chest.

The air was still muggy – especially with them so close to the shore. The water licked at the truck’s wheels. The boys with their legs over the trunk’s edge could dip their toes into the waves. However, despite the humidity, there was an odd chill in the air. She already had her hoodie on, alongside Yoongi’s much roomier one and Seokjin’s jean jacket draped over her knees. Still, Nari reached over Namjoon tugging the blanket beside him over her lap, she looked out at the group of boys. The comfortable air was nice.

Namjoon was snoozing beside Seokjin, his head beside the elder’s legs. Yoongi and Hoseok were side by side near the back of the truck bed; Hoseok was showing pictures of this and that from earlier to the blonde. Jimin shifted away from her to stick his legs off the edge of the trunk swinging them carefreely. Jungkook was leaning against the side of the car, not able to sit still currently. His feet and edges of his jeans were wet with water, his shoes sitting in a pile in the trunk. Meanwhile, Taehyung had his back against the back of the car trunk behind her. The sunlight streamed over them, making some of them glow ethereally. A few of them – like Yoongi – squinted at the light.

“I love you guys, you know that,” she told them. Her smile was genuine and as warm as the sunset.

Nari’s gaze turned to look at the seven boys she had quickly grown to see as her best friends. She wished she could take a mental snapshot. She never wanted to forget it. Today felt just right. Perfect in the way, artworks are all perfect. It was their own. It wasn’t even the most exciting. There were fun silly moments – races, talking while resting against the sand, driving the car through the shallows, and taking too many pictures. Nothing was especially… amazing? But it felt right. It felt safe and warm and happy.

Reaching over, she snatched Seokjin’s camera. He didn’t even protest – though the look he sent her was one of warning. She leaned back, trying to get everyone in the candid shot as she snapped a polaroid. The sun’s glare took up most of the photo, and it was horribly framed. But it was there. She grinned, flopping back holding the still developing polaroid close. Her back hit the metal truck bed with a thud.

She felt like she was home.

She hadn’t felt this way with any of her previous friends.

“Thanks for graffitiing my car that night,” she teased, reaching out to squeeze Taehyung’s hand before curling towards the napping Namjoon, the smell of cigarettes, ocean spray, and convenience store men’s cologne filling her senses. The rumble of their laughter was as calming as the waves licking at the sand below their feet.

Nari hoped things wouldn’t change.

#taehyung x oc #seokjin x oc #taehyung x reader #seokjin x reader #bts hyyh fanfic #bts fanfic #bts hurt/comfort #bts hyyh

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Having Fun (Part 3)

The next morning, I wake up at 7:30 because we had so much to do for the concert. I quickly brush my teeth, get dressed, and eat breakfast. I wore a black crop Adidas hoodie, black leggings, and my converse sneakers.

I grabbed my car keys, put on my shoes and headed out the door. We were performing at the Kyocera Dome. Our concert was only in the evening, but we had SO MUCH to do before that. Once I got there, the other guys were by the entrance. I got out of my car and went over to them. "Good morning, everyone!" I say, waving. "Navya! You're here!" Jin says, running over to me giving me a hug. "Hey, Jin. So did everyone get a good night's sleep?" I ask. "Sure did." V says. "Let's head inside the dome." RM says. When we go inside, the dome is huge!

"Woah, this place is amazing!" Jin says. "Yeah, I can't believe we're gonna perform here!" V says. Everyone admired the dome. "Okay, let's get to practicing. Here are your mice." The staff says, handing them. "Everyone ready?" The staff asks. "Ready!" I say. Mikrokosmos starts playing. Everyone sings their part. I was feeling a little confident about singing. The chorus comes again. "You got me, nan neoleul bomyeo sum-eul swieo. I got you, chilheug gatdeon bamdeul sog-e." Me and Jin sing. The song ends. "Wow, that was really good!" RM says. "And Navya sang!" Suga says.

"Yeah, I did, but I'm having second thoughts about this. I don't think I should be in the concert." I say. "Why?" Jimin asks. "Like I said before, YOU guys are the stars, not me! And besides, the fans don't want me to be there! They want you! BTS! The biggest Korean K-Pop group out there!" I say, pouting. "Well, if we have you with us on stage, won't ARMY be jealous?" Jungkook asks. "I haven't thought about that." I say. "Just think about it! All those girls out there want to be you!" V says. "Hmm...that is true. I AM pretty lucky, aren't I?" I say, smiling. "Of course you are!" Jin says. "Ok, I'll stay!" I say.

Everyone cheers. "I think you guys should keep on practicing the song. And the dance moves. It has to be ready for tonight." The staff says. "Yes, we want the fans to enjoy it." RM says. So we keep on practicing the same song over and over again. We worked hard. After we were done, we were all exhausted and tired. "My throat hurts after all that singing." Jin says. "That's what singing is. It makes your throat dry and sore." I say. We drink water. "What about our outfits?" I ask. "We have all that ready for tonight. Don't worry." They say. "Wow, the staff has our clothes all picked out! Ooh, I can't wait to see what we're wearing for tonight!" I say.

"I think we should practice more. We want this song and performance to be ready." Jimin says. "Good idea." Jungkook says. We practice until an hour before the concert. By then, we were all even more exhausted. "I think that was good practice." V says. "Yeah, I think we're ready for tonight." J-Hope says. "Man, I'm tired and hot." I said. I put my hair up in a ponytail. "Navya, I see your bruises have gone away." Suga says, looking at Jin. I blush. "Ah, Yoongi..." Jin says, embarrassed. "Okay, let's head home and get some rest." RM says. "See you tonight, Jin." I say. "You too, Navya." Jin says. We both wave goodbye and leave. Once I get home, I eat a snack and get some rest.

A few hours later, I wake up and check the time. It was 8:00. Our concert was at 9:00. "Oh, I better get going!" I say. I put on a sweatshirt and jeans and go downstairs. I put my shoes on and head out the door. I get in my car and drive to the dome. I parked my car and went backstage. The guys were all getting ready. "Navya, you're here!" V says. "Yeah! Where do I get ready?" I ask. "Your clothes are on that rack. Get dressed and we'll do your hair and makeup." The staff says. "Okay!" I say.

I grab my outfit off of the rack and go inside the changing room. I change. I was wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and pink converse shoes. I come out of the changing room. "How do I look?" I say. All the guys turn to my direction. "Wow, you look great!" Jin says. "Thanks!" I say. "Guys, go and get dressed! We don't have much time!" The staff says. The guys all get dressed. I wait for them. "Oh, I have to use the bathroom. I'll be back." I say, walking to a room. "Oh, Navya! That's not the restroom!" The staff says.

I open the door and see Jin, not wearing a shirt. He looks at me and I look at him back. I scream and close the door. I was so embarrassed! "Um, where's the bathroom?" I ask. "Over there." They say, pointing. "Thank you!" I say, running towards it. I close the door and take a deep breath. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe that actually happened! I literally burst into Jin's changing room! He must be so mad at me right now! Okay, I'm just gonna pretend everything is fine and enjoy the concert." I thought. I open the door and walk out of the restroom. I see the others getting their makeup done, including Jin. They were all wearing white t-shirts, jeans, and converse shoes.

I ignore him and walk to my seat to get my hair and makeup done. The staff curls my hair, puts foundation on my face, powder to set the foundation, mascara on my eyelashes, blush on my cheeks, and lip gloss on my lips. "You're all done!" They say. "Thank you!" I say, getting up. "You guys are on in 2 minutes!" The staff says. "Navya, stay here and when we perform Mikrokosmos, we'll introduce you and then you can come out." RM says. "Okay. Good luck!" I say. "Thanks!" Suga says. Everyone puts on their ear pieces and grab their mics and heads to stage. RM had a blue mic, V had a green mic, Jungkook had a purple mic, Jimin had a gold mic, Jin had a pink mic, Suga had a black mic, and J-Hope had a red mic. I had a silver mic.

ARMY screams when they see BTS. "Welcome to Love Yourself Tour in LA!" RM says. "We're so happy and excited to be here with you guys!" Jungkook says. ARMY yells again. "Are you ready to have some fun?!!!" Jimin says. ARMY screams yes. "Alright, let's do it!" V says. BTS performs their first few songs, DNA, IDOL, and Boy with Luv.

After they finish, ARMY cheers and they come backstage to get ready for the next few songs. Everyone was sweating and tired. The staff was giving them water, fixing their makeup, and wiping their sweat. Imagine how hard it was to sing and dance at the same time. I know how hard it is for them. Also, I was a nervous wreck. I've never sang in front of people. I've only sang by myself. What if I can't do this? What if I forget the lyrics? I don't wanna let the guys down. After the guys rested up, they went back on stage and performed the last two songs before Mikrokosmos, Airplane pt.2 and MIC Drop.

"For our last song, we have a special someone to sing with us today. Please welcome, Navya!" RM says. I come out and ARMY cheers and claps. "What is up, ARMY?! Are ready to rock and roll?!!!" I say. ARMY answers yes. "I can't hear you!" I say. ARMY screams even louder. "That's better! Now, before we sing our last song, I just wanna say thank you to BTS for inviting me on stage. I've always wondered how it's like to be on stage with thousands of people and now I will know. So, thank you." I say, smiling. Everyone claps. "Are you guys ready to sing?!!!" Jin says. "Yes!" ARMY says. "Let's get it!" J-Hope says. Mikrokosmos starts playing and ARMY cheers when they hear it.

[Verse 1: Jungkook & V] Banjagineun byeolbitdeul Kkamppagineun bul kyeojin geonmul Urin binnago inne Gakjaye bang gakjaye byeoreseo

[Verse 2: J-Hope & RM (with) Suga] Eotteon bicheun yamang Eotteon bicheun banghwang Saramdeure bulbicteul Modu sojunghan hana

Eoduun bam (Oeroweo ma) Byeolcheoreom da (Urin binna) Sarajiji ma Keun jonjaenikka Let us shine

[Pre-Chorus: Jimin & Jin] Eojjeom i bame pyojeongi itorok tto areumdaun geon

[Chorus: Jimin & Jungkook] You got me Nan neoreul bomyeo kkumeul kkweo I got you Chireuk gatdeon bamdeul sok Seoroga bon seoroye bit Gateun mareul hago isseotteon geoya urin

[Hook: Jimin & Jungkook] Gajang gipeun bame deo binnaneun byeolbit Gajang gipeun bame deo binnaneun byeolbit Bami gipeulsurok deo binnaneun byeolbit

[Verse 3: RM] Han sarame hanaye yeoksa

Han sarame hanaye byeol

Chilshipeok gaeye bicheuro binnaneun

Chilshipeok gajiye world

[Verse 4: Suga] Chilshipeok gajiye sam doshiye yagyeongeun Eojjeomyeon tto dareun doshiye bam Gakjamane kkum Let us shine Neon nuguboda bakge binna One

[Pre-Chorus: V & Jungkook] Eojjeom i bame pyojeongi itorok tto areumdaun geon Jeo eodumdo dalbitto anin uri ttaemunil geoya

[Chorus: Jin & V] You got me Nan neoreul bomyeo kkumeul kkweo I got you Chireuk gatdeon bamdeul sok Seoroga bon seoroye bit Gateun mareul hago isseotteon geoya urin

[Hook: Jin & V] Gajang gipeun bame deo binnaneun byeolbit Gajang gipeun bame deo binnaneun byeolbit Bami gipeulsurok deo binnaneun byeolbit

[Bridge: V & Jin & Jungkook] Doshiye bul, i doshiye byeol Eoril jeok ollyeobon bamhaneureul nan tteoollyeo Saramiran bul, saramiran byeollo Gadeukhan baro i goseseo We shinin'

[Chorus: Jin with Me] 😉 You got me Nan neoreul bomyeo sumeul shwieo I got you Chireuk gatdeon bamdeul soge

[Outro: Jin with Jungkook, All] Shine, dream, smile Oh let us light up the night Urin uridaero binna Shine, dream, smile Oh let us light up the night Uri geu jachero binna Tonight

Na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na

We all dance and enjoy the song. This was one of my FAVORITE songs. As the song was moving forward, I was getting even more nervous by the second. I practiced so many times last night before going to bed. I wanted it to be good. I don't wanna disappoint the fans. Finally, it was a verse before me and Jin together. Then, it was time. Jin and I both walked up to each other. We were both very close to each other. ARMY screams.

"You got me, nan neoreul bomyeo sumeul shwieo." We both say, looking and smiling into each other's eyes. Then, Jin tucks a piece of loose hair behind my ear. ARMY screams again. He then puts his hand on my waist and pulls me closer to him. ARMY screams so loud seeing us. I put my hand around Jin's neck. "I got you, chireuk gatdeon bamdeul soge." We both sing again. Then Jimin sings his high pitch and we all sing the last lines of Mikrokosomos. ARMY claps. "Did you guys enjoy the concert?!" RM asked. "Yes!!!" ARMY yells. "Thank you guys so much for coming. We all had a such a great time tonight." Jungkook says. "We hope to see you again at our next concert!" Jimin says. "ARMY, WE LOVE YOU!" V says. ARMY cheers.

"Before we go, I just wanna say thank you to my friends, BTS for inviting me on stage. I had so much fun today and I hope to do it again someday." I say. Everyone claps and cheers. "I also wanted to say that I always wanted to sing with BTS but I never had the confidence to do it. I would get so nervous and my heart would be beating so fast." I say. "Awwww!" ARMY says. "But, that changed cause all my wonderful friends right here, helped me conquer my nervousness and I sang! Thank you guys so much for believing in me! You are the best friends ever! Saranghae!" I say. ARMY cheers and claps. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that!" Jin says. "Me too! Navya, we're all here for you, too!" V says. ARMY cheers again. "Well, ARMY! We'll see you at our next concert! Annyeong!" RM says.

We say goodbye to our fans. "ARMY, I LOVE YOU!" I say. ARMY cheers. "Navya, do a heart with your arms!" Jungkook says. I do a heart with my arms and ARMY cheers. We say our last good byes and the stage takes us down underneath. We all put our mics away and start packing our clothes. "That was an awesome concert we all did!" Jimin says. "Yeah, and Navya sang!" Suga says, looking at me. "I was so nervous, but I did it!" I say. "I knew you could do it! You believed in yourself and sang!" Jin says, smiling at me. I smile back. "And it was all thanks to you guys! You all helped me with it!" I say. "And that speech you said made ARMY go awww." J-Hope says. We laugh. "Yeah, I did." I say.

"Okay, everyone. Change back into your regular clothes and get going to the cars." The staff says. We all change back into our original clothes. Then I remembered about bursting into Jin's dressing room. I completely forgot about it. I guess the concert distracted me from it. I don't know if Jin remembers about the incident. Anyway, we pack our stuff and put our coats on. Then we head to the cars. I get into one. I wait to see if any other members are joining me but no one did. "I guess I'm riding home by myself." I say. Then, someone gets in the car sits right next to me. It's Jin. "Oh no! It's Jin. What am I gonna do?!" I think.

My heart was racing and pounding out of my chest. Jin looks at me and smiles. "Hi, Navya." He says. "Hi, Jin." I respond back. The car starts moving. "So, did you enjoy the concert?" Jin asks. "Yeah, I did. It was so much fun! I can't wait to do it again!" I say. Jin chuckles. "We're always excited to have you on stage with us so you can come anytime!" Jin says. "But, I first have to tell you guys that I'm coming on stage." I say. "Maybe you can surprise us once. Like, without telling us, you can just come up on stage." Jin says. I laugh. "Maybe. I'll think about it." I say. We both smile at each other. Then it gets quiet. It was awkward, especially for me. "Um...there's something I wanna ask you." Jin says. "Oh, what is it?" I ask. "It's about when we were getting ready." Jin says. I froze. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that." I say.

"When you thought my dressing room was the bathroom." Jin says. "Yeah, about that...I'm sorry, Jin! I didn't mean to barge into your room! I should've just held it in and waited! I'm sorry, Jin! Please don't be mad!" I say, looking down with my eyes closed. I look up and peek out of one eye and see Jin smiling at me. "I'm not mad at you, Navya." He says. "Wait, really?! I thought you would be. That's why I ignored you." I say. "Well, I'm not mad." Jin says. "Not even one but?" I ask. Jin nods. "Well, alright then. Just so you know, it was just an accident." I say. "I know you wouldn't do that to me. And I wouldn't do that to you, too." Jin says. I smile at him. "Jin, are you sure not mad? I just feel so bad and guilty!" I say. "Navya, I already told you. I'm not mad. Really! It's okay!" Jin says.

"What if I barged in when you weren't wearing pants?! Oh, how embarrassed and ashamed I would've been!" I say. "But, that didn't happen, did it?" Jin asks. "No..." I say. "Then don't worry about it! Accidents happen, Navya and we learn from them, right?" Jin asks, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Yeah. Thanks, Jin. You're an amazing friend. I know I can always count you." I say. Then smiles spread across our faces. Then it gets quiet and awkward again. The car stops in front of the hotel.

We all go to our rooms. "Good night, guys." RM says. "Good night." We all say. Before I could go inside my room, Jin calls me. "Navya, just a minute." Jin says. "What?" I ask. "I just wanna say...I love you!" Jin says. I laugh. "Seriously, Jin? That's what you wanted to say?" I ask. "Well, yeah. I do love you. A lot." Jin says. I giggle. "I love you, too. A lot." I say. "And, if you need any cheering up, I'm here for you." Jin says, with a smile.

Then he winks. I laugh. "Jin, what am I gonna do with you? And thanks. I'll make sure to call you." I say. "Well, good night." Jin says. "Good night." I say. I go into my room and Jin turns around to leave. Then I remembered something. I hesitated for a minute but I went back outside again. "Jin, wait!" I say. Jin turns around and walks toward me. "Yeah?" He says. We both lock eyes. I hesitated again but then I grabbed Jin's face and connected my lips to his plump lips. I break the kiss and look at him. "Just a good night's kiss. I'll go now." I say. Jin looked shocked.

I turn around but Jin grabs my hand and pulls me back to him. "My turn." Jin says. Jin leans closer to me and he connects his soft, plump, juicy lips to mine. I slide my hands from Jin's chest to his neck and wrap my hands around it. Jin puts his hands around my waist. God, his lips were so god damn soft. Then Jin breaks the kiss and we both gaze into each other's eyes. I see he has a smirk on his face. "You're in the mood, aren't you?" I ask. He winks. "I'll take that as a yes." I say. "I think you're also in the mood." Jin says.

"Yes, I am and you're coming with me." I say. I grab Jin's shirt and pull him inside my room. I close the door and lock it. I turn around. "So. How do you wanna do this?" I ask. "Like this." Jin says. He walks up to me and carries me. "Hey!" I say. He takes me to my bed and drops me. "Be gentle, Jin!" I say. "I won't be gentle when it comes to things like this, so get ready." Jin says. He gets on top of me and kisses me again.

I put my hands on his face and Jin puts his hands on my waist. He breaks the kiss and looks at me right in my eyes. "You want more?" Jin asks, softly. "Yes..." I say. He then starts kissing my neck. Jin gets the sweet spots. "More, Jin, more..." I say. I start moaning and groaning. Really loudly. I cover my mouth up. "I hope the other members don't hear." I think. I start moaning and groaning again. I couldn't help myself. Jin was good at this stuff. Then breaks and looks at me again. "Why did you stop?" I ask. "Because I think it's time to take it to the next level." Jin says. He removes his sweatshirt. "Wait, what?!" I say. He then starts to removes his t-shirt.

I sit up. "Jin, I'm not ready for this yet!" I say, stopping him. "You said that before." Jin says. "I know I did, but I just don't feel comfortable yet." I say. "Don't worry. Nothing is gonna happen." Jin says. I sigh and get off my bed and walk to the door. I open it. "I think you better leave. It's past our bedtime." I say. Jin stands up. "Don't be like this." Jin says, walking over to me. "What? I'm just asking you to leave cause it's late." I say. "You don't have to be mad at me about this." Jin says. "I'm not mad, I'm just annoyed." I say.

I walk inside my bathroom and turn on the light. I gasp. "Oh my god!" I say. Jin comes into the bathroom. "What? What is it?!" Jin asks. "I got bruises again! Jin!" I say. "I'm sorry!" Jin says. I had red bruises all over my neck! "What am I gonna do tomorrow?! The other guys are gonna know that we made out!' I say. Then I sigh and cross my arms together. I pout. Jin wraps his arms around my waist from the back. He rests his chin on my shoulder. "Navya, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you bruises again." Jin says. I don't respond. Instead, I walk out of the bathroom. Jin follows me. "Navya, can you forgive me?" Jin asks. I turn around and raise an eyebrow. "Please?" Jin says. Then he pouts at me.

He looked so cute! I couldn't stay mad at him. I sigh. "Fine. Jin, I forgive you. Your pout got the best of me." I say. "I knew you couldn't resist my pout. I do look pretty cute when I pout, don't I?" Jin asks. He puts his index finger and thumb on his chin. "Yes, you do. Now, get going. I'm tired after tonight." I say. "Okay, then. Good night." Jin says. He heads for the door and opens it. Then he stops. "One more thing." Jin says. "What?" I say. He comes back over to me, cups my face and kisses me. He breaks the kiss. "Another good night's kiss." Jin says. Then he winks. I smile. "Thanks. Now, shoo. Good night." I say. "Good night." Jin says. He closes the door and leaves. I sigh and change into my pajamas.

I brush my teeth and get into to bed. I turn off the light and lay down. I couldn't stop thinking about what just happened today. "Man, was today amazing. I got to perform on stage for the first time. It was an amazing experience and I can't wait to do it again sometime. But, I wasn't expecting Jin and I to make out. Again. It just happens unexpectedly. Whatever. At least I enjoyed it. I got bruises, though. I just hope the other members didn't hear me moaning and groaning. I also hope that they don't notice my bruises again cause they've already found out once. They're probably gonna find out tomorrow. Anyway, today was crazy. I can't wait to see what tomorrow has in store for me." I thought. Then I remember. I take my phone and text Jin. I get a response back.

Me: Thanks for believing in me. You're an amazing boyfriend. 💜💜💜💜 Jin: Anytime. Also, Navya? Me: Yeah? Jin: I love you. 😘 Me: I love you, too, Jinnie. Jin: Good night. I'll see you tomorrow. Me: You too. Good night.

I put my phone down on the table and fall asleep.

The End.

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sombreboy · 5 years ago

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Previous » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff ▎ word count: 4.5k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, slight angst.

Jungkook slowly flickered his eyes open when the sun peeked through the windows, squinting as he groans, stretching out his body until his joints popped. He rolled over to his stomach, arm searching for the warmth of the elder as his skin only found the cold of empty sheets. “Tae?” He mumbled, hand once again searching the spot next to him as if he’d reappear if he called out for him. Jungkook heaves himself up on his elbows, eyes searching the room. Taehyung left while he was asleep, huh? “Of course...” Jungkook couldn’t help it, but he felt his chest tighten, because a part of him almost believed that.. maybe this could be something more. But he was a fool, wasn’t he? A fool for Taehyung.

Jungkook started to feel frustrated, his sadness slowly shifting into anger. He got up, still sore, still feeling the aftermath of Tae’s touch lingering on his skin.

“I’m a fucking idiot!” He growled to himself, pulling at his hair as he went to the bathroom to take a quick shower-- cool his nerves. When he got back out, he caught a glimpse of the markings all over his neck, a trail of purple and pink hickeys adorning his skin down to his collarbones. He reached up to smooth the pads of his fingers over the marks, a clear reminder of what had happened last night. He could still feel Taehyungs lips on him, a short, heavy exhale pushing through his lips at the thought. He couldn’t come to class like this. He couldn’t face Taehyung after this.

He put his clothes on, going back and forth around his apartment until he decided to call in sick. As he put his phone down on the small table next to his bed, he found the sweatshirt Taehyung had left behind. He bent down to fish it up, holding the fabric close to his nose, inhaling deeply. Sweat. Cologne. Taehyung. It was both comforting and painful, but he decided to lay down in bed once more, keeping the sweatshirt close as he bit his lower lip to prevent it from trembling, forcing his eyes shut, and hopefully be able to escape reality for just a little longer.

“Soo.. what rave did you go to last night?”, Jin chuckled, making everyone else’s head turn around to face Taehyung. “Fuck off.” Was all he had to say, ignoring the stares of his close friends as he leaned against the locker, hands dug deep in the warmth of his pockets. He really didn’t feel like partaking in heavy conditioning today.. After leaving Jungkook’s house, Tae couldn’t seem to fall back asleep; all of the thoughts rushing in and out of his head were deafening as shit. One moment he’d be thinking of Kook and how it felt to lay next to him, how cute he looks when his nose crinkles up, if he’d written his history paper, Jungkook’s visibly smaller hand, fuck he should really write that paper— It got to a point where Taehyung got a headache. “Tae, what happened?” Jimin’s concerned voice rang, placing his petite hand on the taller’s shoulder. “Nothing.” He shrugged him off, oblivious to everyone else’s knowing looks. “If it makes you feel better..” Hoseok nudged Tae at his side, “you’re rocking those eye bags.” It made Yoongi smile, but not Taehyung. “Hey, where’s Jungkookie?” Jimin asked once again, looking around for the younger’s presence in the locker room. Suddenly, everyone’s attention was set on wondering just where the hell Jungkook could be. Taehyung included. It was so unlike him to arrive late, even less miss a day of practice. “I don’t know, he should’ve been here by now.” Namjoon sighed, looking down at his watch. In a sly manner, he snuck a glance over at Taehyung, noticing how he didn’t utter a word when Jungkook’s name was mentioned. Joon knew Tae reassured him that nothing was going on between the two, but, he still had some doubts.. Fishing his phone from out of his pocket, Namjoon tapped on Jungkook’s contact.

To: Kook Hey, where are you?? are you ok? everyone’s losing their shit cause you’re not here

Jungkook was staring up at the ceiling when his phone chimed, interrupting the swirling thoughts in his mind. He wasn’t able to fall asleep, feeling too anxious about everything. Taehyung, for starters. He needed space, there was no way he could face him and act like everything was normal after last night. Not yet. And not to mention the fact that he’s straight up skipping practice at school, the one thing he had put all his effort into, never missing a single day, never ever late. All because of his stupid feelings for Kim fucking Taehyung.

He sat up in the bed, Tae’s sweatshirt in his lap as he reaches to grab his phone. Right, practice.. Normally he’d be like a bunny, full of energy and never ending passion to be the very best. Today? Drained. Exhausted... he had no drive to go, and there’s no way he’d let anybody see him like this. He needed to recharge, heal and then everything could go back to the way it always used to be.

Jungkook sighed, he’s never one to text. But he felt like he at least owed Namjoon, and the team, something. Even if it’s a lie.

To: Namjoon Hey. I’m ok, sick.

Simple, to the point. Jungkook presses send, he didn’t want to see whether or not he read it, and just wanted to get back into his own mind. He went to the living room, plopping down on the couch, which now rocks a dried cumstain, and turns on his PlayStation. Maybe this could distract him for a while.

Namjoon stared at the vague text message that Kook replied with, his lips pressed together in a tight line. There’s no way he’s sick, his immune system is off the charts. Namjoon would know, he had the entire teams health checked regularly. He sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingers, as he was met with the obvious confused faces of the team. They also wondered where the fuck their golden boy were. “So, eh, Jungkook won’t be here today, but we will hope he comes back tomorrow.” Joon announced.

“Why? What’s wrong with him?” Jimin asked

“He’s sick. Now, chop chop,” Namjoon clapped his hands, “Warm up! Then we will continue with heavy conditioning!”

As everyone mumbled about the topic of Jk, they headed to do their thing, all while Namjoon let his focus shift to taehyung. He surely must know something.

Tae wasn’t stupid; he could feel Namjoon’s gaze dig a hole in his skin from a mile away. During practice he’d catch him staring, gaze so intense and inquiring. It was unsettling.. Joon desperately needed to mind his own fucking business before Taehyung walked over there and— The boy’s fists relaxed, inhaling a sharp breath. He was angry. Angry at himself for whatever the fuck last night was. He allowed Jungkook to snuggle up to him, wrap his arms around his chest, run his fingers through his hair.. Maybe they should come up with a set of rules or some shit, it would make things a lot easier. After practice was over, Taehyung did his usual routine. He got dressed and attempted to cover the musty smell with some cologne, ignoring his friends’ obvious look of worry. Even though Taehyung wore a deadpanned expression on his face most of the times, they’d never seen him this closed off. By now, everyone was sure it had something to do with Jungkook being gone. Knowing them, they most likely got into another verbal fight, “Tae, are you sure-“ Jimin’s voice got cut short by the loud slam of Taehyung’s locker, wide eyes watching as the latter left the locker room without looking back. “Well, he seems angry.” “No shit, Yoongi.”

Hours had passed in the blink of an eye, Jungkook has been glued to his video game the entire time, focusing on anything but his own mind. He mashed the buttons until his fingers hurt, knuckles whitened at the intense pressure he used until he threw the controller on the floor with a frustrated grunt, “fuck!” This wasn’t working anymore. He got up and wandered to his fridge, but it was empty. His stomach growled, he hadn’t eaten all day, his appetite suppressed until now. He figured he should go get something, even if it’s something small from the nearby noodle spot. The lady there was always extra generous with the meat, knowing he’s a ‘young hard working boy that needs to eat properly’.

He headed to to the door, slipping on his shoes and jacket as he caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror hanging on the wall. Right, the marks . Jungkook grabbed his black scarf and wrapped it around his neck before combing his fingers through his long curls. He really hoped he could just eat and go back home without seeing anybody from school. Not many would go there anyway.

Jungkook stepped out the door with his hands deep in his pockets, sauntering in a comfortable pace due to his sore muscles down the street until he reached the small restaurant. The bell chimed when he pushed through the door, greeted by the old lady with a smile,

“Little Jeon! It’s been a while. Are you eating well? Here, sit down, I’ll get you the usual.” Jungkook smiled, taking his seat, “Thank you noona. I’m well.”

The lady shortly placed a big bowl of noodles with sides of rice and meat, happily waltzing back to the kitchen as he stirs the soup. This was nice. Tae would love this pla- no. Not everything has to draw him back to Taehyung.

After bidding farewell to his friends, Jimin took quick, determined strides over to his car, his colorful keychain dangling by his hand. There was only one thing he’s been craving since this morning, and that was a bowl of warm, tasty chicken soup to satisfy his tastebuds. When Jimin got into his car, turning on the radio to the latest hits, he made eye contact with Taehyung as the latter stepped into the car next to his. He seemed.. distressed? Definitely not like himself, that was for sure. The elder decided not to question it, ultimately all Taehyung would do was ignore him. “That brat..” Jimin disappointedly clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, watching as the younger recklessly sped out of the parking lot until he disappeared off into the distance. He felt his heart drop at the noise of the heavy engine, his protective hyung side kicking in. He shook it off, though. Jimin was just a natural worrier. Minutes later, and the latter found himself in front of the familiar noodle spot, feeling his body wiggle from excitement. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Jimin pushed open the door, immediately greeted by the gentle voice of the old lady whom he’s come to know when him and his little brother would eat here late at night. By now, he knew most of her life story. He didn’t mind though, Jimin found it interesting. After ordering what his mind’s been set on since early in the morning, he looked around for a place to sit when his eyes stopped at a familiar figure, “Jungkookie!” Jimin waved at him, not wasting another second before rushing to his side, “How are you feeling?” He sat himself down on the empty chair, hand coming up to brush Jungkook’s bangs out of the way before resting it on his forehead.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was getting close to the younger’s apartment. He didn’t know what the fuck he would say, but.. he knew he needed to say something. Establish some ground rules, perchance.

Jungkook swallowed a mouthful of noodles with a loud gulp, surprised to see Jimin here. shit, he was one of the ones extra close to Taehyung out of the group, ''H-hey, Jiminie.'' He choked out, giving a small smile to him, letting him feel his face. He's always been a physical guy, and at this point he was fairly used to it, ''I'm better.''

''Everyone was wondering where the hell you were today, we were worried!'' Jimin withdrew his hand to sit down across from Jungkook, waiting on his food. He observed Jungkook for a moment before continuing, ''Taehyungie seemed the most distressed, I mean, he's usually grumpy, but today he was completely off.'' Jimin was never one to keep quiet about anything.

''He was?'' Jungkook crooked an eyebrow, taking another bite off of his food, ''That's weird.''

Jimin momentarily turned to thank the lady when she arrived with his food, picknig a mouthful up and blowing off the steam before putting it in his mouth, pointing his chopsticks at Kook, ''Isn't it? I was wondering if it had something to do with you. You've been acting weird lately, both of you.''

Jungkook exhaled quietly, this was turning into a conversation he'd rather not have, but if anybody was gonna worry, it was him, ''Why would you think that?''

''Because,'' Jimin paused to take another bite, ''You two always bicker, everyone knows that. But lately, it turned into silence, and suddenly, you disappear. I don't think this is a coincidence.''

Shit, Jimin was sharp. Jungkook kept eating, avoiding the question for as long as possible until Jimin's eyes were basically piercing him, ''Spill it, Jungkookie. You know you can't bottle things up. Were you even really sick today?''

Jungkook's shoulders shrunk into his seat, he felt defeated.

''No...''

“I knew it!” Jimin exclaimed through a mouthful, the food suddenly not his main priority anymore. He had to get to the bottom of this, no matter how many times Jungkook objected to the idea of it. It was the least he could do for having him worried out of his mind! The doe eyed male was never absent. Everyone in the entire planet knew this. Hell, even their Literacy teacher, Mrs. Kang, was thrown off in the middle of taking attendance. “Come on, tell me what’s really got you all mopey.” Jimin softly urged, “if Tae was mean to you, I’ll gladly smack him in the back of the head for you. That’s a promise!” The shorter knew Taehyung could be an ass sometimes, so he completely understood if Jungkook had fallen victim to his “jerkiness”. Again.. “Even if it’s not about Taehyung, just let it out.” The sound of the bell chiming, signaling that someone else had stepped into the restaurant, caused Jimin’s eyes to momentarily avert his gaze from Jungkook’s face to the door. He didn’t think anything of it at first, until he took another look. After Taehyung had tried, multiple times, knocking on the younger’s door to try and get his attention, an answer never came. He tried calling him, but Kook never picked up. Maybe his phone was on silent.. Either way, Tae left without hearing a word from Jungkook. “Fucking childish..” He mumbled, thinking the other was set on ignoring him. It wasn’t even that big of a fucking deal! They just needed to talk it out. All of this chasing around in an empty stomach played with Taehyung’s appetite, a rumbling noise catching his attention. Tae opted for driving around until he came across a nearby restaurant, thinking he was going to get a moment for himself to recollect his thoughts when he noticed Jimin from the corner of his eyes. “Taehyung!” Just what he fucking needed. To make matters worse, Jungkook was also there.

Before Jungkook could answer, his attention turned to the door as well to see the very last man he wanted to --- or expected to see walk in. Shit. This was weird. The anxiety in Kook's chest started to swirl, seeing Taehyung's eyes widen as they make eyecontact only triggering him further, his fight or flight instincts kicking in. He wanted to get the fuck out of there now. But he remained frozen, dropping his chopsticks onto the table with a clattering sound, ''Taehyung...'' He whispered, the movement of his lips calling his name made them tremble. He averted his gaze, looking down at the table, hoping that maybe if he didn't move, he'd go away. However, a part of him was glad to see him. Always would be. But Tae left, it was obvious that Jungkook had expected too much, been to greedy to think that he'd ever become something more than a hole to fuck.

Jimin waved Taehyung over with a smile, he knew something was up, and this was his dream scenario for a drama lover like himself. Or, problem solution, he was fine with whichever.

Much like Jungkook, Taehyung froze in his spot the moment their eyes met. His piercing stare observing the way Kook’s brown orbs would slightly quiver in the heat of the moment, showering him with a look that made him feel guilty. What Taehyung didn’t understand was.. why the hell was Jungkook so bothered by this? Last time he checked, they weren’t dating. Tae didn’t feel the need to explain himself, or why he did what he did. But, he knew that if he still wanted to continue seeing Jungkook, an apology was the key to putting an end to this bullshit. At least he hoped. Taehyung just wanted for things to go back to normal.

The tallest of the three hesitantly took a seat next to the pair, making sure to leave some extra room between Jungkook and him. Jimin’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. “Taehyungie, are you not ordering anything?” The longing for food was no longer there; his appetite had gone nonexistent, “No, I’m fine.” Taehyung shook his head, eyes awkwardly traveling around the unfamiliar restaurant whilst listening to the sound of Jimin slurping on his soup. He made some more uneasy eye contact with Jungkook, his leg nervously bouncing in its spot from under the table. Taehyung bit down on his lip, sneakily inching his foot closer to Kook’s as Jimin ate, greedy for the younger’s attention. They needed to talk and figure some shit out, but they couldn’t do that with Jimin in the picture.. For now, Taehyung prayed that the look in his eye was enough.

Jungkook kept his gaze fixed on the table for a long moment after their eyecontact before he gathered the courage to look back up, catching Taehyung already staring at him with... the most emotion he's ever shown in a single gaze, probably ever. What did it mean? Was he feeling bad for what happened? Was he worried for him? He wanted to ask, but their third wheel company was in the way.

Jungkook heard Tae's stomach growl, a telltale sign that he definitely was hungry, even if he lied about it. He must've felt the same as him, this very moment killing off his appetite as well. However, he had finished half of his bowl, and figured... Maybe.. ''I'm full, you can have some if you'd like. It's a shame to waste... It's, uh.. delicious.'' Jungkook pushed the bowl over to Taehyung, hoping this could serve as a small sign that he wasn't mad at Tae. He was just mad at himself and his feelings.

Taehyung’s subtle glances never faltered from Jungkook’s face, trying to meet his eye. That was until the younger slid his bowl of unfinished food over to him, causing his eyes to widen at the kind gesture. So.. he wasn’t mad? Or was this just a cover up.. “Uh, you sure?” Tae took a hold of the same chopsticks Jungkook was using, not thinking much of it. Looking up at Kook as if wanting to make sure he was undoubtedly fine with it, he scanned every inch of his face. Hell, it was food, Taehyung wasn’t about to turn that down. After mumbling a low ‘thanks’, the boy happily began eating away at the still warm meal, oblivious to Jimin’s amused stare. “I thought you said you weren’t hungry?” He cocked a brow, impressed by how easily Taehyung gave in to Jungkook. “Yeah, well, I lied.” Tae shrugged his shoulders, cheeks fully stuffed with rice. All Jimin could do was nod, shaking his head at how much of a kid Taehyung acted when food was placed in front of him. “Okayy, well, I should be heading home..” The shortest said after he finished eating, standing up with a small stretch of his arms before pushing his chair back in. Part of him wondered what would happen if he left Jungkook and Taehyung alone together, but he hoped that whatever was going on between the two of them would get resolved at this time. Maybe he was doing this for a purpose. Who knew what went on in Park Jimin’s mind. After he left, that’s when Taehyung felt comfortable enough to talk about what’s been bothering him the whole day. “Are you really sick?” He started, “or are you ignoring me? Jungkook, I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Jungkook placed his elbow on the table, leaning his chin against the palm of his hand while looking straight at Taehyung, “No, I wasn’t sick,” he sighed, exhausted, “I’m not ignoring you, I... I just..” he struggled to find his words, eyebrows drawn together in frustration. Why was he so emotional of a person, but an absolute idiot when it comes to dealing with them, yet alone talk about them out loud.

He groaned, annoyed by himself, was he even ready to talk about this? He didn’t want to put all of this on taehyung without even being sure about what he wants. And he doubted taehyung would be, and that fear of rejection was making him feel sick just thinking about it.

“You just..?” Taehyung leaned in, sliding his chair closer as he silently encouraged Jungkook to build onto that, to give him anything, something to work with. When the younger’s words simply drifted off into nothingness, Taehyung scoffed to himself. He looked off to the side before gazing intensely into Kook’s doe eyes, drawing his breath and releasing it before speaking, “Look,” Taehyung pushed the plate to the side, leaning further on the table, coming closer to Jungkook’s face so he could easily be heard, “I only agreed to fuck.” The elder stated matter of factly, seemingly not fazed by his words. “I-I’m not gay or bi or whatever the hell, got that?” Tae swallowed, the confidence that once lingered in his deep voice no longer there. He took a small pause, striving to even out his tone. This time, his voice had softened. “If you’re mad at me for leaving you this morning.. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Any of it.” Taehyung’s back fell against the backrest of the chair, arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at his feet, deep in thought about where to go from here on out.

“I’m not mad at you....” Jungkooks voice was weak, his hands clasped together underneath the table. He was holding his own hand so tight that his knuckles were turning white, eyes staring down at the table as his lips part once more, “I’m the idiot here, aren’t I..” Kook scoffed to himself, of course. It was too good to be true, to think that Taehyung did anything, said any of the things he said because he might actually be into him as well. He despised himself. Why did he have to fall for a guy. This guy, “It’s fine, I get it” Jungkook needed to get out of there, already half way out of his chair, “I don’t want...” he hesitated, his hands instinctively reaching to rub his covered neck, reminded by the sweet words that replayed in his head at the small sting of his hickeys being touched, “Let’s just go back to normal.”

“Jungkook..” Taehyung also sat up from his chair, sighing out loud when he realized the conversation wasn’t going his way. He still wanted to.. feel Jungkook, in a sense. And what better way to feel closer to a person if it wasn’t for sex? However, something from deep within Tae’s guts told him that Jungkook envisioned it differently; his version of ‘feeling’ was in the form of emotions, and passion. The elder wasn’t ready for that, if ever. Ever since he was a little kid, he was taught it was bad to be vulnerable, to feel compassion. His father wouldn’t allow it, his excuse being, “When he’s old enough to take over my spot of the company, Taehyung’s gonna thank me I trained him the way I did.” His mother never really liked his choice of words. Even though Jungkook was trying to keep himself together, Tae saw right through it. After all, he gravitated towards hiding how he felt most of the time, Taehyung was bound to see himself in someone else alike. “It’s..” His mind was blank, no other words would dare follow suit. It was annoying as hell, yesterday night he couldn’t get any sleep because his head was full of thoughts. Now, it was like they’d vanished into thin air. “Yeah.” He ran a hand through his black hair, pulling at it slightly from frustration. “That’s probably for the best.”

“Are you boys alright?” Taehyung turned around to face where the sudden croaky voice came from, meeting eyes with an older lady. “Yeah. We’re fine.” No, they weren’t.

Jungkooks heart was pounding painfully hard, every beat felt like a punch to his chest. "Yeah. See you at practice, Taehyung." His voice came out clearer, trying to sound okay, but his eyes were swirling with regret. He didnt want this to end, but it was necessary. He had to protect his heart. With that said, he let his eyes linger on Tae for just a moment, tracing his features. Getting over him would be the hardest thing he'll ever have to do. Kook shoved his hands back in his pockets as he strode towards the door, pushing through it to leave. The bell chiming as it opened and closed echoed in his head for the rest of that day. Tomorrow's gonna suck.

Standing still in his spot as his jaw locked in place; Taehyung took the time to recover from his initial shock, eyes dumbly following behind Jungkook’s figure after he left his side. He felt alone, and maybe it was because there were no other customers in the small restaurant besides him, but.. that excuse did nothing to ease his racing heart. How many days has it been?— Two days? It’s only been two fucking days since they decided to get a sample of this whole, ‘friends with benefits’ thing and it’s already turned to shambles. He knew he shouldn’t be this attached already, but he was. The latter didn’t know what he was attached to, really. If Tae truly wanted to feel the warmth of somebody else’s body pressed up against his, he could hit up any girl he wanted and they’d be over at his house in a heartbeat. But it wasn’t that easy, apparently. His brain was being a complete dumbass. Plopping down onto the driver’s seat, not having any specific destination in mind, Taehyung’s foot pressed down on the gas pedal. Unlike his mind, one thing was for sure.. Tomorrow’s gonna suck.

Co-written with: @velvetwicebang <3 This chapter is a little shorter, but don’t worry, the next one is quite long.

#fic: Love maze #taekook fic #vkook fic #taekook series #taekook high school au #bts high school au #bts series #bts fic #sombreboy

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