#jimin withdrawals

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

I don't care if it's RM content, I'll take it.

[lq-jikook]

i miss jimi so much can he please give us a sign of life soon :')

[goosetan-sonyeondan]

I’m so used to the Jimin content scarcity and now that he’s actually releasing stuff, I’m quaking 😭

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate (13) - Shall We?

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 13 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 9,681

Work count for Story: 96,460

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work because I almost died in August of 2024.

Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This chapter does have pack dynamics, comfort, possessiveness, angst, major mentions of past trauma, Violence, Loss of pregnancy, and Alpha fronting.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Knockknockknock

Startling you out of your depressing thoughts, you call out, “Who is it? I am in the bath still.”

“Ma’am, I am Bethan Ann, Omegan Alaskan Bear Hybrid and head of the preparation team. Prime Alpha Kim sent us to get you ready for the Gala. Whenever you are ready, please come out,” calls a sweet voice.

“Oh, is it really that time already?” you comment.

“Yes, ma’am but no worries, we have plenty of time. Prime Alpha Kim stressed the importance of going at your pace to ensure your relaxation,” Bethany Ann informs. “We will wait for you in the living room.”

You think whelp time for solitude is over as you climb out of the bath and dry off. You have to remember that in the future, you can ask the boys for anything, even alone time. They have told you that, and so has their manager, Sejin. 

After slipping on Namjoon’s robe, you cannot help but smile as the scent of leather blends with the vanilla from your bath. Surprisingly, it is a delightful mix. The vanilla softens the leather, offering comfort and a sense of safety. 

Namjoon is the leather boy of the group. Being a Prime Alpha, it makes sense that his scent is naturally stronger. It makes it easier for him to leave his scent behind as a show of possession and territory.

Walking out of the bathroom, a blush settles over your cheeks at the thought of having the Alaskan Timber Wolf hybrid claim possession over you. 

“Ma’am?” asks a younger woman standing at your doorway. “If you please, would you follow me to the living room? Bethany Ann thought that it would be easier for the Alphas of the house to watch you from there without being in the way.”

“Sure, but you won’t have to worry about them. Jimin and Yoongi know to stay out of the area,” you mention, following behind her.

“True, I believe it was the two of them that may have dragged the third one away,” she giggles.

“Oh? Third one? Jungkook?” Your confusion is showing.

“Ah yes, he wasn’t happy with Bethany Ann being present since she is of hybrid descent,” the young lady smiled softly. “He was worried about scent tainting, but Miss Bethany Ann doesn’t have any scent glands.”

“Yep, I was born with them but they weren’t very strong. My mother was human, and my father was a hybrid, which means I only got the smaller scent glands, fluffy hair, body structure, and strange sleeping habits,” Bethany Ann says as she joins the conversation. 

“Oh, I didn’t know that traits would pass down like that,” you say in awe. 

“There are more hybrid mixed humans out there than people are aware of. Many end up losing their physical animal features but keep some of the other behavioral or physical traits.” Bethany Ann smiles.

“How can you not have a scent but you have scent glands?”

Bethany Ann’s smile falters, but before you can withdraw your question, she says, “Bears have glands in either their hands or feet.  I ended up with skin cancer that spread to the scent glands in my feet. I was lucky enough that we caught it and removed the infected tissues before it got any farther.”

“Anyways, we are here to turn you from the pretty woman you already are into a gorgeous princess ready for her ball right?” Bethan Ann says as she has you sit in a salon chair. 

Everything before you that is set up on the vanity before you look brand new: makeup, jewelry, and hair pieces. Bethany Ann is the principal stylist and has two human assistants: Cindy and Kat. 

Bethany Ann oversees your makeup, Cindy works on your hair, and Kat deals with your nails. Soon enough, the three of you laugh, and it feels like you have known them for years. 

You learn that Bethany Ann met Cindy and Kat, a mom-and-kid duo rocking the Cosmetic industry, during BTS’s Love Yourself World Tour. They were set to go on the Map of the Soul tour, which got canceled. However, they got along so well and had an equal love for Ateez that they made their own line of cosmetics called MayNell.

You notice a purple, white, and silver trend in all of the choices. “I take it my dress is purple or white?”

“Ah, well we have a few choices for you that are either purple, white, silver, or black. Namjoon already has his suit ready and we will match his accessories to the color of your dress,” Bethany Ann informs you.

It seems time flies when you are having fun.

Kat, you had learned, is gender fluid, born female. Their mom, Cindy, was a widow and that “cat friend” that everyone had. Both were human but found themselves more comfortable around hybrids than anyone else. 

“Oh yeah, I… you guys were amazing. I feel great and relaxed because of you three,” you sigh. “I just wish I could see you again. Can we exchange numbers?”

“Oh of course! In fact, I am sure if you bat your eyes a little and let those boys know that you want us around we can find a way to become your primary team,” suggests Cindy. 

“Really?” You question with your hopes up as you hand over your phone. “I couldn’t flat out ask Namjoon for that. You have others to work on.”

“Actually, we are contracted. Which means we can take on any client we want, if the proposal to be your prep team comes by our desk…” Bethany Ann looks at the other two, “I don’t think any of us would be against it.”

Taking back your phone, you think about the proposal. Could you ask for that? You are just a Playmate. It’s not like you will be in front of the camera that often, right?

You got along with all of them, but Bethany Ann felt more like a sister, like how your Omega Evie felt. You could easily see her getting along with your family pack, but now wasn’t the time to add new members. 

You learned that as a hybrid descendant, she didn’t have a “predominant” second gender like full-fledged hybrids, but she identified as a Beta. When she was younger, she hated being a part of the hybrid “collective,” as she used to call it until she was an adult.

She got her college degree in fashion and cosmetics and started working under JYP. While working under JYP, she met several Idols and ended up working with StrayKids. She admitted that she now follows the hybrid culture because of one of the StrayKids members. This led to an almost hour-long session for all four of you about StrayKids. 

You confess that your Bias is Flix and your wrecker is Chan, which causes the others to almost fall off their chairs in laughter.

“Chan as in Bang Chan aka Christopher?” asks Bethany Ann.

“Well yeah, not Changbin though I used to get their names confused at the beginning because I knew Chan as Chris but that man has like so many names. I mean heck one of them even has numbers in it!.” 

You look at Bethany Ann as she continues to laugh but pulls out her phone.

She puts her phone on speaker, and you hear it ringing a few times before a voice comes on, “Hey, babydoll, aren’t you working right now?”

Your eyes turn to saucers as you hear the Australian accent in the voice over the phone. Involuntarily, you let out an unladylike gasp of “no way in hell” and cover your mouth, looking rapidly between the phone and the bear hybrid. 

“Hi Channie, I am at work and my client turns out to be a StrayKids stan,” she says with a giggle still in her voice.

“Oh, was that her in the background that I heard?” Chan asks. Of course, he would hear it. Like most idols, StrayKids has only two human members but Chan, the leader and Alpha, is a Tasmania Tiger-wolf hybrid.

Shaking your head, your eyes still unblinking, you attempt to stop Bethany Ann from bringing the phone closer to you. 

“You got it. Guess who her bias is?” teases Bethan Ann.

“Me?” questions the Aussie with a hilt of excitement.

“Nope sorry love. It’s Felix-ah. Is he nearby? Though maybe she could say hi,” inquires Bethany Ann.

“Nononononono,” you hiss quietly, “Bethany Ann… noo.”

However, to your luck(??), you hear Chan’s muffled yelling before he gets back on the phone, “Can I talk to the Stay, babydoll?”

You let out an undignified eek sound, which caused another laughing fit and a laugh from the phone: “Wait, wait… did you tell her?”

“Nope. Guess I should though. Y/n, Christopher is my mate. We found out the first time I worked with StrayKids, he courted me and it's been official for a little over a year.”

“Oh my god! My wrecker is Mated! I am sorry! I can pick someone else. I promise!”

Again, you are met with more laughter from everyone. “Babydoll, let me talk to my Stay.”

“You are on speakerphone, and her name is Y/n, and technically, she is Felix-ah’s Stay,” Bethan Ann says as she places the phone in your hand. You just look at it.

“Hello Y/n, I am Bang Chan, leader of StrayKids. Thank you for being a stan of my pack,” he says smoothly, his Aussie accent coming out the more he speaks. 

“Hi,” is all you can say. 

“You don’t have to worry about picking a different wrecker. Bethany Ann knows that I have people who like me. While I can’t say that I am happy to only be your wrecker, I can say that I am honored to have a fan who would respect my mate as well as you do.”

“Hey, Innie said you wanted me, Alpha?” A very deep-voiced Felix is heard through the phone, causing your breath to catch.

“Bethany called and wanted us to talk to someone. Here. Say hi and introduce yourself properly,” Chris says before you can hear the phone move around.

“안녕하세요, 저는 StrayKids의 Felix입니다. 잘 지내시죠?” the deep voice says. 

It’s at that moment you die. 

Like almost literally. 

It isn’t till Bethany Ann nudges your shoulder that you respond, “안녕하세요, Felix-ssi.”

“Oh, Y/n speaks Korean? She was speaking English,” you hear Chris comment in the back.

“Y/n, do you prefer English?” asks Felix.

You nod, then remember this is over the phone, “Ah yes, please. I know Korean... kinda but I am American so English is my first language. Icanspeakineitherwhicheveryouwantmeto.”

You hear a chuckle rumble over the speaker as Felix understands what he got brought into. Dropping his voice into his lower register, Felix asks,  “Y/n, you wouldn’t happen to be one of our lovely Stays would you?”

Your palms are sweating as you answer, “I am.”

“Hmm…” he almost growls. “I take it from Channie-hyung’s face that he isn’t your bias then?”

From the background, Chris comments, “I am her wrecker, at least.”

“That’s very nice,” Felix says, causing you to giggle softly. “I would think it would be even more nice if that meant… I was your bias, Y/n. Am I?”

“Ah huh,” you affirm, as you cannot believe you are even having this conversation.

 StrayKids is known for not working with any Playmate service companies, so you knew you would only get to meet or talk to them if you could only find a way to afford a fan meet or a send-off.

“Well now you at least have talked to us, Y/n.” Felix states.

“Shit. I said that outloud?” you question, looking around only to have the team trying their best not to die from laughter.

“Yes, you did, but that is okay, you're mine, and any friend of noona’s is a friend of ours,” the blonde Aussie says.

“Careful now, Felix-ah. Y/n-noona is Bangtan’s newest Playmate and my client. So keep the flirting to a minimum thank you,” Bethany Ann playfully scolds the boy. 

“Alright, noona, I will behave, but you have to find a way for her to come see us. I would still love to meet her,” says Felix with a whine.

“That is if she can get away from Bangtan Pack,” Chris pipes up.

“두 분이 계시네요,” another voice joins in . “이제 행사장으로 갈 시간입니다.”

“Okay Innie,” Felix agrees. “Oh wait, INNNNIIEEE.”

“뭐가 필요하세요, Lix?” the voice, now known as Innie, says.

“Say hi to my Stay Y/n-noona,” Felix instructs. “In english.”

“Oh. Hi noona! I am Jeong-In. You may be Lix’s stay for now but don’t worry. I will save you!”

“Yah!!!” you hear before a clattering noise takes over. 

“Jeong-In-ssi, Felix-ssi, Chan-ssi???!!!” you exclaim.

“Got it!” Chan says, picking up the line. “Innie always tries to convince Felix's stans to fall for him instead. No worries, noona. It’s all fun and games. But yeah, you should come see us one day,” Chris affirms.

“I hate to cut this short but we really do have to get over to MusicBank. Babydoll, you know what to do. See you when you get a chance,” Chan says before the line goes dead.

“I cannot believe you!” you playfully slap Bethany Ann’s shoulder. “I was not prepared! Like you cannot just call up someone like that!”

“Sorry, but I couldn’t help it after your 5- —or was it a 10-minute speech about why Chan is the best leader and how amazing Felix was for persevering,” Bethany Ann smiles at you and goes back to getting you ready.

(NOTE: If you would like to see what is being described, please go to American Mate- LACMA Gala with Namjoon)

After trying on a few gorgeous dresses, your heart stuttered in your chest when you tried on a specific purple one. Purple had always been your favorite color, and you had your fair share of purple dresses, but this… this was something else. 

It was a Fongt African Evening Maxi Dress, allowing you to move comfortably while showing off your natural shape.

There was a peephole in the chest area that was not very provocative. According to Bethany Ann, “You gotta keep it classy but still appealing.” 

The sleeves had a slit from neckline to wrist with one strip of cloth allowing it to still move with your arms just above the bend of your elbow. 

The cuffs were lined with satin and pearls, which you learned were real when they matched with beautiful dangle earrings with a flower resembling the bracelet that Seokjin gave you. 

Your shoes were made of white satin and wrapped around genuine pearl ankle straps. The heels were high enough to be a heel but still comfortable to walk in, but what they did was elongate your leg when you stepped forward, and the slit in the skirt of the dress opened to just above the knee. 

Your makeup was done with a dramatic black winged liner, purple eyeshadow to match the dress, and white accents to pull more pearl and satin into your look. Your lips were kept natural with a simple satin-speckled gloss.

Your nails were painted an almost hombre look, going from white tips to deep purple and an almost matching satin-speckled topcoat. 

Finally, your hair was curled, re-curled, and pinned within an inch of your life, but it looked amazing. It flowed like a river in soft waves down one side of your head. Somehow, they gave you volume and fake bangs, which you could never do on your own. 

“All done,” announces Bethany Ann.

Ring Ring

“Hello?” you answer your phone.

“Y/n, it’s Namjoon. Jen should be there with the car shortly. Are you almost ready to go? Did MayNell do well?”

“Yes, they were amazing. I haven’t had this much fun getting ready for a Gala in my life,” you say, smiling at the team. Movement behind them catches your attention as you see Jen approach.

“Oh, Jen is here now. I have to go, Namjoon. I will see you soon.”

“Really quick hand the phone to one of the team, please, before you go,” instructs Namjoon.

“Bethany Ann, he wants to talk to one of you,” you say, holding out the phone. A series of Yes, Prime Alphas, that won’t be a problem, understood, and humms come from her while you wave hello to Jen. 

The conversation isn’t long and ends with Bethany mumbling something about it being in the trunk before she hangs up and hands you back the phone. 

“It looks like we will be seeing you again, as we will be on stand-by at the Gala for last-minute touch-ups and maintenance throughout the night,” she says with a smile. The other two clapped excitedly as they piled up the used makeup so they would know what to use for later tonight.

“Miss Y/l/n, we should get going soon. Prime Alpha Kim is already on location,” Jen informs you.

Nodding, you make your way to follow Jen, waving goodbye to the team. Once outside, you see that it’s the same black car that was used for your date with Seokjin. Carefully making it down the stairs to the car, you hear a cat call coming from behind you. 

Spinning around, you see Yoongi still whistling at you, and Jimin and Jungkook join in with hoots and hollers.

“Who is that sexy beast?” Jimin calls out, causing you to blush.

Jungkook is snapping probably a trillion pictures while he yells, “Work with me, pose, and pose. Now Vogue!”

“Have a lovely night, Princess,” Yoongi calls out while holding onto the back of his younger mates to keep them from running after you like he wants to.

The drive is calming, Jen, having put on 104.3 MyFm. The pop songs allow you to just live in them for now. 

You thought you would be more nervous about tonight than you really are, but Bethany Ann, Cindy, and Kat made you feel comfortable, and the boys made you feel wanted. 

Even if they were a bit dorky about it. 

With that, your mind wanders to the rest of the boys. They all knew that you were nervous about tonight. It wasn’t just the Gala with the dancing, tons of famous people, and the media that was making you nervous– it was Namjoon.

Sure, you went on a non-date date with Seokjin, which felt more like an actual date than any you had ever been on, but that was with Jin. Someone closer to your age, not the Prime Alpha of a sizeable mate-bonded pack, and someone not powerful enough to make or break your career. 

Prime Alpha Kim Namjoon was. 

Looking out the car window, you see you are on a beautiful winding road, not the busy streets you expected.

“Jen, where are we?”

“We are almost there, Miss. Prime Alpha Kim is waiting for you just ahead,” she responds with a smile.

Turning around a final bend, you see the unmistakable dome of the Griffith Observatory. When you first got to California, you used to come here all the time. You can see a few spattering groups of people, but it was fall and getting colder earlier, so there weren’t many. 

After Jen parked the car, she got out and opened your door. Guiding you around the side of the building, you see a few men in suits blocking a path for visitors, but allow the two of you in. 

“He is right down this path, Miss,” Jen instructs. “The car will be waiting and ready to head to the Gala when you are finished.”

“Thank you, Jen,” you say as you walk down the path around the left of the main building.  

Once you come around the last of the curve, you see a stunning view of Los Angeles. The sun is starting to set, which is casting a red and orange tint on the skyscrapers. You can see the lights from homes and offices turn on, making it look like the sky has blessed the ground with stars, but that isn’t what falters your steps.

Right now, you see him. 

Namjoon. 

He was observing the same setting sun with his back to you. He looked like a king looking over his kingdom, and his power and presence exuded from his very being. 

100% Alpha.

His suit isn’t the one from this morning—no, no. It’s solid white from top to bottom, and against the bleeding colors of the sun, it makes him look stunning. His broad shoulders and solid back look like they could carry the world. The suit jacket accentuates his waist. The pants—wow, the strain of the material emphasizes the musculature beneath them.

Absent-mindedly, you have continued to walk forward with timid steps, and the slight breeze from behind you carries your scent to the Prime Alpha before he hears you. 

With a quick turn, he faces you with a smile that turns to awe and shock as he takes you in. He knew you were beautiful before, but now, “You look like an angel.”

You shy at his words as you join him, “You are the one in all white, Namjoon. You look more like an angel.”

Upon hearing your words, a faint blush dusts his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he genuinely smiles at you, dimples and all, “I could never be an angel, but you sure could be mine.”

“Thank you,” you accept his compliment with your own responding blush. 

Looking past him to gather your thoughts, you smile again at the view, “It’s so pretty up here. Isn’t it? I used to come here all the time.”

“I know,” he comments, causing you to look at him with a furrowed brow. “I may have asked your Beta, where your favorite spot in the city was. I hope you don’t mind?”

“Looking into me, I see,” you tease. “I don’t mind. I think it’s sweet that you were interested in knowing and wanting to surprise me. Brownie points for caring.”

Your last comment now draws a look of confusion from him: “Has no one ever brought you here before?”

Walking up to the railing, you debate how much you want him to know before the Gala. This would be the best time to discuss things with him before he goes from Namjoon to RM.

“I... I don’t have much experience in this, Namjoon,” you start. “Everything I tell you tonight, you should tell Bangtan.”

Without waiting for his agreement, you continue, “After moving to California when I was 11, I pretty much became an only child with a controlling but distant mother. I learned what it meant to be a family or a pack from Evie’s family.”

Namjoon joins you at the railing. His body turned to face you, his attention on nothing else. Glancing at the intensity of his focus, you pause and focus back on the slowly darling sky.

“I learned in high school that touching, hugging, cuddling was equal to whoring since I wasn’t a hybrid. So when a boy or girl would become comfortable with any of it, I took it as if they wanted to be with me.”

“How wrong I was,” you sigh out. Namjoon, having moved closer to you while slowly pushing his calming leather scent into the air.

“I dated a few times. According to my mother, I slutted my way through the short time I was in college till I ended up meeting Eric. I thought he was going to be my forever.”

It takes everything within Namjoon to keep his Alpha at bay while you talk about being with someone else. You are their mate and no one else’s. How dare someone lie to you about you being theirs.

At your silence, Namjoon tentatively takes a step forward and places a hand on your shoulder, “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, Y/n.”

“I know, but with you being the Prime Alpha of the pack, there are things you should know.” 

Taking a deep breath and leaning into Namjoon’s touch, you feel your nerves settle down a little bit more. 

“Eric was fantastic at first. He even helped my mother when she was ill and bought her a condo when we decided to move in together. Mom was thrilled that I was not only with someone from a societal class, but he wasn’t a hybrid. He was so kind, respectful, attentive, but that changed. At first, I thought it was me. I didn’t make dinner on time. I was being flirty with the waiter. I dressed improperly for the occasion.”

“It started with underhanded comments and backward compliments. It wasn’t long before it turned into leaving bruises from harsh grips to busted lips from getting slapped and the occasional twisted ankle from him pushing me out of his way.”

“I was with him for almost ten years because I thought he loved me. Why would anyone who didn’t love me buy me gifts and sleep with me if they didn’t love me? Right?”

You wipe the tears that start falling, only to have Namjoon hand you a handkerchief, “oh thank you.”

“I am sure you saw in the medical portion of the contract that I had a miscarriage, right?” you question, turning to face him.

Not trusting his words, Namjoon only nods in confirmation. His Alpha is eerily quiet now, waiting for your following words.

“I had found out that I was pregnant. Seven weeks along. I was so happy because it would explain why I constantly felt exhausted and nauseous. I just knew that this news of a baby would make Eric elated and then we could get married and he would treat me better because I was carrying his baby.”

By this point, your lip is trembling, your breath is stuttering, and your skin is hot from the turmoil of emotions, but you knew Namjoon had to know, not only because of the contract but because of his pack. He needed to know that you had so much more baggage than what the contract said. 

They all needed to know that you were broken and worthless.

“So I made his favorite dinner, wore his favorite pink dress, and waited for him to return home from work. I waited… and waited… and waited but ended up falling asleep at the dining room table before he got home.”

“He finally came home late that night, almost 2 am, and yelled at me for wasting food. He was slightly buzzed and had gone out with the boys. I of course apologized but told him that I had something special to share.”

“So I told him,” looking down at my nails, my throat so tight it is almost impossible to speak, I try to continue, “He wasn’t happy. He punched me for the first time that night. Right in the stomach. Then he grabbed my purse, took me by my hair to the stairwell, and pushed me down it.”

“The whole time, he was screaming at me about how ugly I was, how fat I was, how worthless and pathetic I was. He threw me my purse and told me to get rid of the devil’s pawn that I was carrying.”

“I ran and ran. I don’t remember calling Evie. I don’t know how she found me and got me to the hospital. But she did. I ended up with two fractured ribs, an ankle sprain, and a miscarriage.”

Next thing you know, Namjoon is pulling you into a hug. His large form engulfs you in leather and vanilla scents, a soft growl rumbling in his chest, and he just holds you like you will fall apart if he lets go. 

“It broke me,” you mumble into his chest. “I moved into my flat, brought Derek into the pack, and took time healing.”

Pushing slightly on his waist, Namjoon slowly releases his hold. Looking at you, you can see his eyes hold pain and anger for what you have gone through, but there is something else. It isn’t pity. It almost looks like awe.

“Namjoon, I haven’t been with anyone since,” you say, hoping he understands what you mean. 

Rubbing his hands up and down your arms, you see the thought process: “That is… he caused… skinship. This is why you are hesitant about skinship outside your family pack. The one person you allowed to be close to you with skinship destroyed the meaning and true purpose behind it.”

“Angel. Y/n. I don’t mean to be rude, but he is an asshole. He is worse than but, but,” growl. “I don’t want to rant. Thank you for telling me all of this. I can see why you have reacted to the pack as you have so far.”

Namjoon takes a moment to look at the now-set sun and the night skyline before continuing.

“First off, Angel, you are not broken; you are beautiful. Bangtan is so lucky to have such a strong and fierce woman to be with. Secondly, there is nothing wrong with not being with anyone else after going through what you have been through and we are not going to force you to do anything that you are not comfortable with.”

“But the contract said..” you start, but Namjoon cuts you off.

“I know what the contract says, and we are sticking to it. You don’t have to be the world’s best at skinship. Skinship takes time, trust, comfort, and connections. Omegas are naturally prone to want skinship, Betas see it as a way to regulate the pack but Alphas do it out of desire and want.”

“Yoongi-hyung wants to be your safe space, Jungkook-ah desires to be your happy place, and the rest of us are right there with them. We weren’t lying when we told you that you are special to us, but we just need you to see if we are special to you as well. In time.”

Taking in a deep breath, you shudder as you look him in the eyes. “Derek told me to heal and see where this all goes before he left the meeting yesterday. I know now that he was talking about more than just my wrist.”

“And are you okay with that?”

“I…I think I am.” Your statement draws a stunning smile from the wolf hybrid, “but. But… it’s still going to take time. I mean just today Jungkook and Taehyung barely kissed and I felt like I was watching a private moment.”

“It was a private moment but it was a private moment they wanted to share with you, Angel,” says Namjoon. “In front of the cameras, Bangtan pack is very playful, like on Run BTS, or stoic, like at Awards. However, behind closed doors… Bangtan is very affectionate. Sometimes, the younger ones can get a bit lustful and I have to shove them behind closed doors because it’s too much for even me.”

You giggle at the thought of locking the trio in a closet or “Have you ever tried a bucket of ice water?”

That pulls a hearty, honest laugh out of the Prime Alpha, “That would be very funny, but no, we haven’t. Jinnie-hyung would hate getting the packhouse wet like that.”

Taking your hands with seriousness on his face, Namjoon says, “Y/n, I will let the rest of the guys know what you told me. I will do my best to ensure that none of them hunt down this Eric person.”

“But I want you to be ready for them to comfort you, to want to hold you, to show you what skinship is supposed to mean. Also, be aware that if we don’t want you involved in our private moments, as you call them, we wouldn’t do them while you are there.”

You smile softly, and something inside you vibrates with almost excitement about being able to feel all of these things again, even though it still scares you a bit. “Well, you don’t have to worry about Eric. Evie and Derek, even before he was a pack member, had been collecting documentation and evidence of Eric’s abuse, and now he is in jail. He isn’t getting out because there were others before me.”

Stepping away from him, you glance at the sparkling city below. “Even though this chapter of my life started with a minor disaster, I think it will be a journey worth taking.”

“And you have seven men to take it with you, even step of the way,” Namjoon says, stepping up behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders, observing the sights below.

You learned more about Namjoon's family pack, his underground rapping start in the music world, and some funny stories about their first few years as BTS before they became famous.

By the time you had to leave for the Gala, any and all nerves about being around Namjoon had vanished. He was super intelligent, caring, and thoughtful. 

You just felt calm around him.

He offered you his arm as you walked back to the car, which you were grateful for since it had turned chilly with the night sky. 

“Angel, I have something for you,” Namjoon says as he points to a purple and white bag one of the guards at the trail entrance holds. 

He reaches inside and pulls out a lovely satin and lace bundle. Shaking it out, you see that it is a cloak!

You reach out to take it from him only to get it pulled away, and Namjoon wraps it around your back with a flourish.

“I had this made for you after I heard how well your date with Jin-hyung went. I wanted you to join me tonight, and I knew what I would be wearing, so I wanted us to match.”

He continues talking as he ties the cloak in place, “It’s made of thicker satin around the shoulders because I heard you get cold quickly, and the lace is made in the design of our Smeraldo flower which symbolizes love and hope.”

Wrapping yourself tighter in the folds of the cape, you can’t help but feel like the material is hugging you back. “It's lovely, Namjoon. Thank you so much.”

“It also has a hood, but I don’t want to ruin your hair.”

After driving to a preparation area, you meet with Bethany Ann, Cindy, and Kat. All three rush to fix your make-up and playfully scold Namjoon for making you cry. 

When you try to explain that you were the reason for crying, they still playfully scold Namjoon for allowing you to discuss matters that made you cry. 

They also do a bit of makeup on Namjoon, transforming him from handsome to devastating. Yeah, you won't survive them all in makeup and suits. 

Nope.

After adding a purple pocket square, amethyst cufflinks, and button covers (you didn’t know that was a thing) to Namjoon's look to match you more, Bethany Ann deems you ready for the Red Carpet.

You are escorted to a different car with extremely heavily tinted windows. Jen is still your driver but is now in an all-black pantsuit with purple and white satin accents. 

You guess it is a BTS image thing to be all matchy-matchy.

The drive to the Gala is relatively short but still long enough for your nerves to try to kick in. 

Namjoon is holding your hand while scrolling on his phone, “Well, it looks like the news broke about you being our new playmate.”

You reactively squeeze his hand tighter.

“It seems like many are supportive of it because we are on tour, and they hope you can comfort us,” he smiles down at you with moon eyes. “Army already loves you and after tonight so will everyone else.”

The car stops, and you can see the flashing lights through the tinted windows. Both of you take a few deep breaths.

 “Ready?” he asks. With your nod, he knocks on the window, and Jen opens the door. 

The next eternity is spent getting blinded by flashing lights and being asked an excessive number of questions that you can barely hear. Namjoon, thankfully, noticed your anxiety. Bending to whisper in your ear, “Don’t worry about answering these questions, just ignore them.”

Well, you thought before that you were getting blinded and bombarded… now it was 100 times more than that just because of the whispering.

Finally, you go to areas where panels and cameras are set up. You notice a few Hollywood Stars, like Dakota Johnson from 50 Shades of Grey, Lil Nas X, who stopped to say hello to Namjoon, and even Kate Capshaw with Steven Speilberg.

You had lived in Los Angeles long enough to conduct yourself properly around the Hollywood Stars and not embarrass yourself or the name of BTS.

Soon, it was time for the interviews. Thankfully, most of the questions were geared toward Namjoon. The random few that were asked of you could be answered simply. Some interviewers made you laugh, while others were more serious, and Namjoon would step in and take over if they got too pushy or personal.

You were concentrating on the cameras and the questions so much that you missed how Namjoon’s attention was on you any time you spoke up. His pride in your strength to not waver or fumble your words was amazing. 

You were perfect. 

You were his angel.

The eternity you felt in the Red Carpet turned out to only be about 45 minutes.

“Well, that went smoother than what I thought. It’s not so bad and kinda easy now that I look back on it,” you comment once inside the Gala.

However, the groan and the headbutt on your shoulder contradicted your feelings, “Namjoon? Are you okay?”

Holding on to your shoulders with his nose at the nape of your neck, Namjoon breathes in your sweet pea scent laced with god knows how many emotions. His Alpha is back to clawing his way forward, wanting to get your scent to stabilize.

“Namjoon?”

“Hello, is everything okay?” A woman’s voice asks. Looking up, you see it is none other than Jennie from BlackPink.

“안녕하세요, Jennie-ssi. Umm.. I think everything is okay but umm,” you look over your shoulder as best as possible, only to be met with a deep growl. “Okay, maybe everything is not okay.”

“Your Y/n, right? The new Playmate for Bangtan pack?” 

“Yes, I am. My word travels fast,” you smile and attempt to bow in greeting again to be growled at by the Prime Alpha at your neck. 

“Miss Y/n, I don’t know if you know this, but I am a Siamese Hybrid and your Alpha is not happy with your unsettled scent… I think,” she states with a look of concern.

“Oh! Well, I don’t have a good handle on my scent. Umm.. Do you know if they have hybrid rooms for situations like this?”

“Yes! They do… umm, hold on,” she says as she walks over to another man, and they talk in rapid Korean. 

Soon, they both return to where you are, but now Namjoon has decided to band his arm around your waist, keeping you closer than before.

“Hello, I am Lee Jung Jae, human, but I know where the rooms are. Please come with us. We already told Jennie-ah’s manager to let Namjoon-ah manager know where you two are going,” the man says.

Following them down the hall and around a corner, you see a few rooms labeled “Hybrid only.” 

“Oh, 감사합니다 선생님! Thank you for all your help,” you smile, hoping they will excuse you for not bowing.

Jennie holds the door open for you, “I haven’t seen him act like this since Jungkook-ah joined the pack. It’s a good thing, you don’t have anything to worry about. Just take 5-10 minutes to relax and everything will be fine.”

Nodding in understanding, you shuffle the two of you into the dimly lit room. There is a desk with a chair and a small couch. Couch it is. 

“Alpha? Alpha, can we sit down, please?” you ask, moving toward the couch. 

You feel Namjoon move his head, hoping he is looking around the room. When he still doesn’t verbally respond, you try another tactic. 

“Alpha, my feet are hurting. Can we please sit together on the couch?”

That works.

Before you finish the sentence, Namjoon pulls you to the couch. Taking a seat, he grabs at your hips and sits you down on his lap. His arms curl around you, and his eyes, now a lovely forest green, observe your expressions.

“Hello, Alpha Joon. Are you going to be alright?” you ask while casting your eyes downward. You remembered something about eye contact and wolves not being an intelligent thing to do.

“Your scent is everywhere,” Alpha Joon replies, which shocks you since it's not the stilted speech you have heard from Alpha Yoon and Alpha Chim.

“Oh, well, yes. I suppose it is because this is a new experience for me,” you smile as you remember the reassuring touches from Namjoon during the whole thing. “Alpha was very helpful in keeping me safe and not panicking. Thank you for your attention Alpha Joon.”

The compliment pulls a smile from the wolf hybrid, “It’s my job as Prime Alpha. Need to calm your scent. Sweet pea. Angel’s sweet pea.”

Adjusting how you sit on his lap, Alpha Joon gips on tighter, but you smile and move a little bit more, allowing you to lean against the arm of the couch while still leaning on his chest.

“I should be fine soon, Alpha Joon. I actually enjoyed walking the carpet with you.”

“Too many were watching you. Lots of people were flirting with you and with what you shared earlier… I guess my Alpha was just in protection mode or something,” he grumbles, resting his head on yours.

“Oh, you are silly, Alpha. They are just doing their jobs. You saved me when it got uncomfortable, but everything is fine now. We just get to enjoy dancing and stuff now.”

The room is silent when you feel a large puff of air on your head, “Sorry about that, Angel. My Alpha has been trying to front since the observatory. I guess your mixture of emotions was too much,” the wolf hybrid says.

You tilt your head to see his eyes return to their darker brown color, “No worries, Namjoon. I am just glad that Jennie-ssi and Jung Jae-ssi were around to help find this room,” you smile at him, still looking between his eyes. “Your Alpha’s eyes are pretty, by the way.”

“Thank you. The green is a rare color but the pack says it makes sense because it takes a rare breed to be a Prime Alpha.”

“I would agree with them. Your Alpha also has better speech than the others so far.”

“Ah yes, that is also part of why I am the Prime Alpha. It allows for me to be understood in order to protect my pack.”

“Make sense. Now, do you think you are ready to head back out? I am sure Manager Sejin is worried by now.”

“I am, if you are or we could just go home… if you wanted to?”

“I would like to stay. I haven’t been to a Gala with a dance floor in a while and it looks like fun.”

Now that you didn’t have a leeched on Alpha, walking inside the venue was like walking into a fairytale. Beautiful works of art were tastefully displayed everywhere you looked. 

Those attending looked like they walked off the catwalk from New York or Milan’s fashion week. Quietly, you thank whatever powers that be granted you the talented team to make you look like you might be able to fit in with this elegant crowd. 

Before taking a seat, you were able to spot Jennie and Jung Jae, give them a quick thumbs up, and say thank you again for all their help. 

The evening's events started with Michal Govan and Eva Chow’s speeches about LACMA and why we were all here. They were followed by tributes to Amy Sherald, Kehinde Wiley, and even Steven Speilberg. A short film by someone you had never heard of but now were interested in was shown. 

Next came the dinner. 

Shit dinner! 

How would you avoid being rude and eat the food without knowing what was in it? Gourmet meals at these high-flaunting Shindigz never look like what they are made of.

As if sensing your internal panic, Namjoon squeezes his hand over yours. You glance up at him, your concern showing in your eyes, but before you can say anything, he leans over and says, “Are you worried about the meal?”

Nodding you, lick your lips, trying to figure out how to explain to Namjoon how you could… could… maybe hide in that room again til dinner was over?

Watching your tongue wet your lip, Namjoon smiles at the nervous habit you share with a particular mate. “It’s okay, angel. The seats are assigned, and they know your restrictions.”

Instant relief comes from his words. You should have known. They have told you many times that they will take care of you. He has told you that he will take care of you. 

Maybe it’s time to start believing them.

Smiling brightly at the Prime Alpha, you turn over your hand and lock your fingers with his. You hope this conveys gratitude for the precautions and attentiveness during such a grand event. 

Namjoon's eyes widen at your movement, now focused on your intertwined hands. His mate is holding his hand, not out of need but because his new mate wants to. 

At that point, a strong wave of vanilla comes over the Prime Alpha, the mate bond. It’s forming between the two of you. He can feel the pull now. He didn’t destroy the bond before it got a chance to start with his proposition. 

He may be known as the God of Destruction; however, when it comes to his mates and you, he will never allow any breaks.

The rest of the program was relatively interesting but boring. There were performances and more tributes, but once that was over… the party was on!

A famous DJ took over for the small, formal orchestra-like band that had been playing in the background. He played music from all around the world. 

Namjoon danced with you as best he could. That man almost had two left feet, which caused you to laugh never-endingly.

“How?!? Namjoon! How can you be so bad at dancing?”

“I can dance! I have only stepped on you twice and that was because you were doing some kinda fancy thing that I hadn’t seen,” he huffed but still danced along with you until you abruptly stopped in your tracks.

“Hey, you almost got stepped on agai…” Namjoon stops talking and takes in your wide eyes and blushing(?) face. 

You aren’t looking at him; you are looking past him. Turning around to see what you are looking at, he sees nothing but other guests. Looking back at you again, he notes that you are watching something or someone moving. Trying to track what you see, it hits him… Lee Min Ho. You are watching Lee Min Ho.

Stepping behind you, placing his hands on your hips, Namjoon leans into your ear, “Should I be jealous that your eyes are on another man? Not only that but Tae-ah’s good friend Lee Min Ho?”

You snap your attention back to Namjoon, “Friends? You know Mr. Lee? Wait… jealous?”

Chuckling to himself, Namjoon looks back at the famous Korean Actor and whistles, catching his attention. A smile blooms on Min Ho’s face at seeing Namjoon, and heads towards the two of you.

“Namjooooonnn! Why did you do that?” you harshing whisper through your own toothy smile. 

Whispering in your ear again, “I thought you would want to say hi to someone you clearly know of.”

“Min Ho-hyung! I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight. It’s good to see you. How is the pack search going?” Namjoon greets the stunning actor with a hearty handshake-guy hug thing. 

You move out of the way, and your brain is awed to see him up close. You can handle Hollywood stars because they are everywhere, but foreign stars… that is a whole different thing because they don’t come here often. 

You accidentally watched him film a little for his show The Inheritors back in 2012 or something. That is when you first noticed him, but since most of his stuff was on streaming channels you had to pay for, you didn’t watch many things until recently.

Namjoon noticed your movements but continued to speak with his friend to let you relax or fangirl out. 

“Joon-ah, may I ask who this lovely creature is?” Min Ho asks, turning his attention to you.

With a prideful smile, Namjoon introduces you, “This angel, is Y/n. She has graced me as my date for the Gala tonight.”

Attempting your best to maintain professionalism, you smile and respectfully bow, “만나서 반갑습니다, 선생님.”

“Oh, you speak Korean?” Min Ho says with a shock, “Joon-ah you did find a gem for tonight. Tell me, Y/n, how does it feel to dance the night away with this clumsy wolf?”

“Yah! I am not that bad,” exclaims Namjoon.

You giggle out, “It’s not bad. He keeps shying away from the classic dances with too much footwork but then again I think my feet are grateful for that.”

“I am not shying away from classical dances. I just don’t know much about ballroom forms. Besides, the band is there to give the DJ and guests breaks from dancing like we are now. That’s all,” Namjoon defends himself. 

“Guest breaks? And here I thought I was the oldest one,” you tease.

“You ballroom dance, Y/n?” asks Min Ho. 

Looking at the actor, you can’t tell if he is asking because he doesn’t think someone of your size can ballroom dance, or he is honestly curious.

“Yes, Mr. Lee. I have been trained in multiple ballroom dance techniques, but I prefer to compete in either a classic Waltz, Salsa, or Tango. " Your face sets into a defensive mask. “I wouldn’t expect anyone to guess that. Besides, it's not like those dances are very popular anymore.”

A look you are not sure of what it means flows over his face. “Joon-ah, you know it is rude to deny a lady her request to dance. Since you won’t be joining her, I will,” he says, stepping closer to you. He bows.

“Miss Y/n, I would very much like to have this dance with you,” he asks.

You stand there shocked, your mind trying to grapple with the fact that A)Lee Min Ho just asked you to dance, B)Namjoon is right there, and C) LEE MIN HO just asked you to DANCE!

Before you can accept or deny the request, the band starts up with a piece you recognize as Underground Tango by Goran Bregovic. The actor takes your hand, pulling you to the center of the floor.

“Mr. Lee. Mr. Lee, I..” you try to say before he pulls you into the classic Tango hold.

Bending down to your ear, he says, “Namjoon is a little slow when it comes to taking what he wants. Dance with me but watch him. Let’s see how long it takes before your Alpha fronts.”

You glance at Namjoon and see that he is, of course, watching you. You're his date, so why wouldn’t he? 

“Shall we?” Min Ho asks before he takes the first step into the dance. 

Your eyes automatically return to Min Ho’s, and your body falls into the dance like it was meant to be there. 

The Tango is an intimate dance with constant body contact and wordless communication between the dancers. It requires concentration to perform well, and at this highly publicized Gala, you don’t want to look like a fool. 

It was surprisingly easy to follow Min Ho’s lead. He kept his hands in proper and respectful placements, showed respect with his movements, and played up the sensuality of it all with his facial expressions. 

You maintained proper eye contact with Min Ho and followed the energy of the dance by adding flourishes to your movements and the flicks of your dress. Pretty soon, it felt like old times: just you and your dance partner on the floor, with the music acting as your lifeblood. 

In one turn, Min Ho brought you back into his hold but placed your back in his front, which, in the proper hold, pressed the two of you together. That’s when you hear a soft chuckle.

Glancing up at Min Ho, he tilts his head toward the audience, causing you to follow his gaze. You would have frozen in place if it hadn’t been for the years of training and Min Ho’s stronghold on your body.

No longer was Namjoon standing and watching you dance with his friend – It was Alpha Joon.

The forest green eyes are watching you like a predator watches his prey. Flicking all over your body, they sear heat into your skin as they trace all your contact points with the actor. 

“If I could wager anything, I would think your Alpha doesn’t like you being touched by me right now. Possessive much?” Min Ho says quietly.  “Let’s finish this with a show.”

Min Ho spins you around without warning and takes you into a dip. As he dips deeper, you cling to the actor, afraid to be dropped. Trailing his nose along your neck to your shoulder. His hand is securing your lifted leg through the slit at his hip. 

As the music dies, he pulls you up and stands you nose to nose. Your heart is pounding, not because Lee Min Ho looks like he will kiss you. No no. It’s because Lee Min Ho looks like he is going to kiss you, and Alpha Joon is somewhere seeing the same thing. 

A coy smile plays on his lips as he glances behind you, “I have a feeling you may be going home early, but still, enjoy the rest of your night, Y/n.”

Next thing you know, strong hands grip your waist, and a low growl rumbles through you. Your breath is stolen, and your body is not only thrumming from the dance but now from the Alpha at your back. 

Min Ho steps back, looking Namjoon in the eyes. He says, “Hello, Alpha Joon. Thank you for granting me the opportunity to dance with your date; she was divine.”

“Mine,” a deep, gravelly voice comes from the wolf Hybrid. 

“Is she?” asks Min Ho, his eyes flashing yellowish. “My Alpha thinks she is unmarked.”

“Your Alpha? You’re a hybrid?” You are shocked to hear this as you really take in the man before you, but you do not see any hybrid features.

“Alpha Bobcat hybrid. You didn’t think I was this graceful by being just any human, did you? Couldn’t you feel my athletic but lithe build while we were dancing so closely?” 

Min Ho’s eyes wander up and down your form. A look of something passes over his face when Namjoon’s grip tightens, and the growl grows louder. Putting his hands up, Min Ho steps back farther.

“Alpha Joon, I don’t want to push or pry. I only meant to allow your date a moment of fun. I will respect your claim on her… for now,” the actor says, his face turning into a mask of friendliness that does not meet his eyes.

Without looking at you, he says, “ Y/n, please tell Tae-ah he needs to give me a call. It was an honor to dance with you this evening.”

With that, he turns and disappears into the crowd. However, you want to disappear into the crowd but cannot because you have a Prime Alpha at your back with a death grip.

Glancing around, you are at least relieved to see that it is mainly hybrids watching with worried looks on their faces, but no one has responded or reacted like anything is out of the ordinary. 

This may be something normal for Alphas.

Running through all the things you could do next to get away from the dance floor, you think more about the fact that you didn’t know Min Ho was a hybrid and Namjoon is unhappy.

Instinctively, you should be scared, and you are… right? 

Or are you excited? 

It’s just adrenaline. That’s what it is; you attempt to convince yourself until you shift your weight and feel the so very telling dampness between your legs. 

Why?

Why are you, now of all times, turned on?

It isn’t from the dancing; you would have noticed that with all the movements. Here you go again, getting turned on by a mated man: his possessiveness, his Alphaness, the body-consuming growls. 

“Sweet pea, bergamot, and sugar,” Alpha Joon says as he takes a deep breath. “Min Ho left none. Good. Mine.”

“Alpha Joon, umm, should you be fronting right now at the Gala?” you ask softly.

“Fine, many hybrids are here,” he responds, rubbing his wrists along your sides and sending out calming scents to you. “Bergamot means scared. Nothing to scare from, my Angel.”

“Can we talk about this somewhere else, please?” you ask. Stepping out of his hold and quickly facing him. “Scenting in public won’t look good for your pack, Prime Alpha.”

His forest green eyes narrow at you. The look is calculating. Dropping his hands to his sides, the Alpha hybrid steps forward and cautiously asks, “Scenting is accepted, but not here?”

You smile at his tone and respond, “Yes, Alpha Joon. You may scent me, but please remember I am still getting used to this.” 

Reaching for his hand, you step into his personal space, “Alpha Joon, can we head home now? You can scent me in the car, if you’d like.”

His green eyes shine like emeralds, “I’d be honored, let’s go home.”

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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: suggestive ?? not really but it's implied, deceit

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟥𝗄

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲

“wony, i have to go. like now.” y/n stuttered out quickly, ignoring how close the other girl was to her.

the taller girl’s brown locks fell over her shoulders in loose waves and the cherry blossom perfume she wore smelled even stronger than ever. 

“oh, how come?” wonyoung replied in a soft tone, still leaning closer to the smaller girl. “i want you to stay.” she added, gently putting a hand on y/n’s exposed thigh. 

y/n could already feel the disappointment in her sister’s gaze with each passing moment she was with wony. 

“you don’t understand,” she asserted, moving to slide off the couch, only for wonyoung to grab her wrist to prevent her from leaving. “jennie–” “no,” wonyoung cut her off with a snap, and y/n couldn’t help but be startled at the sudden shift in her demeanor. “you don't understand. why are you acting like this? was it because of what kazuha said? i already told you she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” 

jang wonyoung had never snapped at her.

y/n's heart raced at the sudden change in wonyoung's tone and demeanor. it felt as though she was facing a completely different person, someone unrecognizable from the wonyoung she thought she knew.

"n-no, she didn’t say anything," y/n muttered, her voice trembling as she tried to pull her wrist away from wonyoung's grasp.

y/n’s cat-like eyes held a mixture of pure shock and confusion at the change in character. she didn’t like the icy stare the taller girl was giving her, it made her feel like she was making a mistake.

wonyoung thought the smaller girl looked pathetic. it made her smile.

“i want to kiss you, y/n.” wony muttered, placing a hand on y/n’s cheek in admiration. everything about her was everything she wanted. “don’t you want to kiss me?”

y/n's heart raced as she felt wony’s hand against her cheek, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. confusion battled with a strange sense of longing that she couldn't quite understand. she could feel her cheeks flush, her breath catching in her throat at wonyoung's unexpected confession.

when jimin confessed to her, it felt nothing like this. was this just different?

or was it just wrong? 

“wony,” kim y/n stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “this feels...wrong.”

wonyoung's hand slipped from y/n's cheek as if she had been burned, withdrawing slightly. her eyes, once filled with a glint of anticipation, now held a hint of frustration, though she tried to mask it.

“i understand,” wony said softly, attempting to maintain her composure. “it was stupid of me to think you’d like me like that. you’re just too good for me, huh?” the taller girl huffed and clenched her jaw as she rose from the couch and grabbed her keys from the nearby hallway shelf. 

“wait,” y/n answered back as she quickly followed the taller girl. “wony, it's not like that.”

as wonyoung reached for the doorknob, y/n's hurried footsteps echoed behind her. the desperation in y/n's voice tugged the ghost of a smirk on her own lips before returning stoic. with her hand hovering over the door handle, she turned to look over her shoulder.

"it's not like that," y/n repeated, her tone urgent as she reached out, gently grasping wonyoung's arm to stop her from leaving. "i didn't mean it that way."

"then what did you mean, y/n?" wony’s voice was raised as she turned to face y/n fully, taking in the panicked expression of the smaller girl.

“it's just unexpected," she quickly stammered, her eyes pleading for wony to understand. “i've never done this before. it's different, and i'm scared.”

wonyoung's expression softened slightly, a planned agenda in her thoughts as she looked down at the smaller girl. 

“scared?” the brunette echoed, her tone sounding something similar to sympathy. “scared of what?”

“yes, i'm scared,” y/n admitted, her grip on wonyoung's arm tightening as if seeking solace in the taller girl's presence. “i’m scared because…”

y/n hesitated, feeling torn between her instincts and wonyoung's persuasive words. her mind was clouded with uncertainty, her heart a tumultuous mix of emotions she couldn't decipher.

“i don't think i know what i feel,” y/n mustered out, her voice wavering as she struggled to articulate her thoughts.

"i understand," the brunette said, her voice laced with faux empathy. “sometimes, feelings can be confusing. but maybe... just maybe, you need a little push to understand them better.” 

y/n looked up, a perplexed expression clouding her features. “a push?”

wonyoung nodded, a faint glimmer of assurance in her eyes. “yes, maybe an action can help clarify your feelings. sometimes, actions speak louder than words.”

before y/n could process her words, wonyoung leaned in closer, her lips hovering near y/n's in both a tempting and coaxing way.

“maybe this will help,” wonyoung murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “do you feel like kissing me now?”

caught off guard once again, y/n's heart raced with uncertainty. conflicting emotions battled within her, but wonyoung's words laid a safety net, pushing her to act.

and before she could fully comprehend her actions, y/n leaned in and kissed her.

the kiss only lasted a few seconds before y/n pulled away, eyes widened in astonishment at her own impulsiveness. regret washed over her, and a sense of discomfort settled in her chest, leaving her feeling even more confused and lost.

"i-i'm sorry," y/n stuttered, her voice trembling with a mixture of shock and perhaps regret. "i don't know why i did that."

wonyoung tugged y/n closer to her, slipping a hand on her waist as she used the other to gently rest against y/n’s lower lip.

“don’t be sorry.”she whispered, ignoring the way y/n’s eyes filled with even more turmoil. “do you want to kiss me again?” 

even though y/n couldn’t think straight, she didn’t think kissing wonyoung was a bad thing.

but y/n couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. however, her head was too cloudy to figure it out. 

all she could give the taller girl was a hesitant nod, which made wony smile in a way y/n had never seen before.

“good,” she whispered, her voice lower than before as she gently kissed y/n’s neck. “because i want to kiss you again, too.”

y/n was too caught up in the cherry blossom perfume on wonyoung’s skin to remember that her sister was waiting at home for her. matter of fact, she forgot about it entirely until the next morning.

until jennie called y/n at 8 am, demanding for her to come home right that instant.

as y/n's phone rang incessantly in the early hours, she stirred from her sleep, her heart sinking with each ring. groggy and disoriented, she reached for her phone and saw jennie's name flashing on the screen. the urgency in her sister's tone jolted her awake.

"where are you?" jennie's voice crackled through the line, filled with frustration and concern. "you were supposed to be home last night. i've been calling and texting you for hours!"

"jennie?" y/n shot up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. y/n's heart skipped a beat as the memories of the previous night came flooding back. panic started to settle in when she realized how long she had been gone for.

“why didn’t you come home last night?” the idol repeated, frustration in her tone evident. “mom was worried sick.”

"i-i'm sorry, unnie," y/n stammered, scrambling to gather her thoughts. "i lost track of time. i'll be home soon."

without waiting for a response, y/n hastily hung up and turned to find wonyoung still sleeping peacefully beside her. guilt gnawed at her conscience as she realized the implications of her actions.

"wonyoung, i have to go," y/n murmured, gently shaking her awake. wonyoung stirred, blinking sleepily as she looked at y/n. "what's wrong?"

"i should have been home last night," y/n explained hurriedly, a sense of urgency in her voice. "i have to go now. can you take me back to my place?"

wonyoung's expression darkened for a moment, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features. nevertheless, she nodded silently and got up, helping y/n gather her things before driving her back to her house.

the atmosphere inside the car was thick with tension. wonyoung's silence spoke volumes, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, a veil of disappointment shrouding her usually expressive eyes. the air was quiet, uninterrupted except for the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of breathing from wonyoung whenever she vaped.

as they approached y/n's house, wonyoung pulled up to the gate, a faint sigh escaping her lips. “you seriously let her just control your life? you’re an adult.”

"she's my sister, wonyoung," y/n replied softly, her voice tinged with defensiveness. "it's not easy to go against her wishes, even if i'm an adult."

just as the gate opened, wony drove her mercedes through and made her way up to the front of y/n’s home. y/n could see her sister standing from the balcony, arms folded in a black chanel hoodie and matching sweatpants.

wonyoung also could see the idol, and for a moment she was thankful for her tinted windows. 

“do you want me to talk to her for you? i think i should do that.” wony’s tone held an edge to it as she continued driving, and y/n slightly panicked. wonyoung must have had a death wish if she wanted to do something like that.

but then that’s when y/n noticed the other car pulling up behind them, and y/n couldn’t help but thank every god in the sky for sending in the cavalry.

“oh,” y/n relaxed further into wony’s front seat as she put her hand over her face, both in embarrassment and relief. “she’s here already?”

confusion crossed the driver’s features as she glanced at the figure stepping out of a white bmw. “who?”

“minjeong.”

sure enough, the student council president looked at her watch before turning behind her and seeing y/n and wony through the windshield.

wonyoung took a long drag from her vape as she made eye contact with the president, exhaling a cloud of mist before turning her attention to y/n, still seated beside her. there was a mix of curiosity in her gaze as she observed y/n's hesitance.

"you sure you don't want me to stick around?" wonyoung asked as a joke, her voice tinged with what sounded like concern. y/n simply offered a weak smile, trying to mask her inner turmoil. 

“no, i'll manage. thanks for the ride, wony.”

wonyoung nodded slowly, though reluctance lingered in her expression. "alright. call me?"

“i will,” y/n hastily promised, finally stepping out of the car. she closed the door and waved a quick goodbye to the other girl before making her way toward the house, steeling herself for the confrontation awaiting her.

but when wonyoung took a glance at jennie on the balcony, she was shocked to see a set of piercing eyes already looking back at her. nonetheless, she offered a hesitant nod towards jennie before she swiftly pulled away from the front of the house, deciding it was best not to stay longer.

y/n turned to minjeong, who had both of her hands on her backpack straps, a pair of black frames, and a half smile on her face. the president surely looked the part of the highest gpa holder, that was for sure.

y/n felt a surge of gratitude as she glanced at minjeong, never once having this feeling from the sight of her tutor. perhaps it was because she was the only reason why wonyoung didn’t get out of her car and start WW3 with jennie. 

"hi, president," y/n greeted gratefully, trying to break the awkward tension in the air. "sorry i just got here."

minjeong adjusted her glasses, her smile widening slightly. “hi, y/n. no need to apologize,” minjeong replied awkwardly, not used to receiving such a warm welcome from the usually snappy girl. 

once inside, the two girls sat down across from each other at the dining room table. minjeong pulled out her pencil pouch and a few papers. y/n opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, the president quickly slid over a black pen to her.

“how did you know i was going to ask for that?” y/n chuckled in disbelief. without looking up from her papers, minjeong replied.

“you never have anything to write with at school. it’s safe to assume it's the same here at your home.”

before the idol’s sister could respond, minjeong turned the papers, setting them neatly in front of y/n. "so, here’s every single test you’ve done since having wonyoung help you.”

y/n nodded, smiling at the bright red a+’s on all of them. “yeah, what about them?”

the president gave y/n a pointed look before setting down a different colored piece of paper next to each exam. 

“these are the answer keys. i want you to tell me what’s different about your tests compared to the answer keys.”

and that’s when y/n jade noticed something she never had before.

her smile faltered as she stared at the tests and their corresponding answer keys, a sense of realization slowly dawning upon her. she began meticulously comparing each question against its correct answer on the key, her brows furrowing in concentration.

as she went through the papers, a growing sense of unease brewed. the differences between her answers and the keys were becoming apparent. major errors, misconceptions, and different other details stared back at her, starkly different from the perfection reflected in the answer keys.

her heart sank as she started to comprehend the depth of her mistakes. y/n had been consistently scoring A+ grades, thinking she understood the material thoroughly, but the discrepancies she was discovering now revealed a different truth.

she looked up at minjeong, her expression a mix of shock and confusion. “i thought i was doing well.” her brows furrowed as she looked across the table.

“you were,” minjeong's expression was compassionate but firm as she handed y/n four tests and their answer keys. “now, look at the ones you took with me.”

y/n took the papers and compared once again, ignoring the failing grade in the corner of each test. but she realized something she hadn’t ever thought about before.

minjeong was helping her more than she thought. 

there was a marked improvement in her understanding, even if her grades didn't reflect it. the tests done under minjeong's guidance showed more detailed workings, clearer explanations, and a deeper comprehension of the subject matter, even if the final answer was incorrect.

the only reason y/n got failing grades with minjeong were because of small, stupid mistakes. a forgotten sign, a missed step, or a miscalculated number.

it was never just because she didn’t get it.

looking up at minjeong, y/n felt a mix of gratitude and guilt. she hadn't realized the extent to which minjeong's help had made a difference. however, minjeong's expression remained inscrutable, her usual calm demeanor intact.

“i see it now,” y/n whispered, a tinge of sheepishness coloring her voice. “i've been learning more from you than i thought.”

the student council president nodded softly, taking back the tests and organizing them into their folders. “we need to get your gpa up so you don’t get kicked out.”

the idol's sister stared in disbelief at minjeong's blunt statement, the reminder hitting her like a train. she hadn't fully remembered the gravity of her falling gpa. 

"i forgot it was that serious," y/n admitted, her voice tinged with concern. "what do i need to do so that doesn’t happen?”

minjeong's expression softened slightly at the sight of the fear on the other girl’s face, a hint of concern flickering in her eyes. 

“don’t worry, i’ll help you.”

and from the hallway, jennie smiled softly to herself. she knew her sister was going to be alright.

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[yooglefics]

The casual type: 04 . The plans change

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader Wordcount: 4,832 words Genre ( for the whole series ): AU. College!verse. Strangers to friends with benefits to ???. Eventual smut. Hurt / comfort at times. Fluff for cute friends. Summary:  ( Series ) • Hobi and his girlfriend set you up with a friend of hers to help with whatever happened months back. However, no one really expected things to end the way they did. ( Ep. 04 ) • The night wasn't supposed to go like this, but there's nothing to complain about. Well, maybe a little. Warnings under read more.

Warnings ( for this ep ): The squad being annoying ( I <3 them ). Pet names ( princess , baby , doll ). Flirting. Making out. Grinding. Fingering. ( wash your hands, folks ). Yoongi's hands should be a warning. 1,1714 words of just smut and I literally don’t know how that happened lol. Author's note: The plans for this chapter also changed a lot because I only had like three notes for it lmao. Nevertheless, I'm excited to share it with all of you, thank you for sticking around and I hope you like this ep. Remember to leave a comment, send an ask, with your thoughts and also maybe reblog, and what not. As always, thank you for reading! <3

“No, the thing is, she doesn't want to share space. That's why,” Jimin accuses you from his position on the couch. Not being good at sharing himself since his whole body is on it.

“That's not true! I just don't want to be around sweaty boys.” 

“As if you don't sweat,” Jungkook argues.

“I don't.”

“She doesn't, she is a princess,” Is Yoongi's turn to pick on you. He called you that before at the club but this time surprises you since is in front of your friends and your relationship with each other has changed. And actually, you're supposed to be keeping that a secret from them.

“I love how she didn't argue that one,” says Jimin, chuckling.

“Because I am, duh.” You do an exaggerated flip of your ponytail while turning around, carrying another box of kitchenware to put away.

The guys finally decided to rent a house all together, and to make up for the fact that you refused to leave your dorm and follow them, you offered to help organize and decorate because, at the end of everything, you'd probably be spending a lot of time here. 

“You should have moved in with us,” You hear Hobi tell Yoongi after bringing more boxes inside the house. “Did you find a place?” 

“Yes, one of my classmates and his roommates were looking for someone. Is not too far away from here, actually.”

“That's cool. You guys can come over whenever.”

“You should come to the party tonight!” Taehyung says excitedly.

“Tonight?!” You walk out of the kitchen, a couple of glasses in your hands. “You're not even done downloading the truck. Jimin is not even moving!”

“I withdraw my offer for you to move in with us,” says your friend. “She is more like an evil step-sister,” he murmurs to Yoongi and he laughs along with everyone else.

“I hate you all.” 

Storming back into the kitchen, you decide to focus on putting everything away. Not a single thing that can be broken in sight of future drunk guests, that's why you are struggling to put mugs on cupboards you can barely reach.

“Do you need help, princess?” 

The nickname makes you almost drop Tae's last birthday present, and Yoongi is right there to catch you both. “Careful,” he says.

“Is your fault.”

“Did I scare you?” he chuckles, “Sorry.”

“You keep scaring me when you call me that,” you whisper.

“What? You don't like it?” Confused look on his face when he turns to you after putting the mug in place.

“I–why do you call me that?”

“Because sometimes you get kinda grumpy and you're cute, like a princess.”

It makes you smile, and it matches the one on his face.

“I'm going to ignore the fact that you called me grumpy,” you pretend to be upset about it, scrunching up your lips in fake dislike.

“Yeah, focus on the fact that you're cute.” you blush and he uses the excuse of grabbing another mug to get closer, making it so if you lean in a little you could steal a peck. 

But you still aren't sure about how the whole friends with benefits thing works. Nor confident enough to make a decision before Jungkook announces through the house: “the truck is empty, told you we could do it!”

And soon enough Yoongi is out of the room, helping move boxes here and there, and after everything that doesn't belong in the living room is out of it, he finally sits with you and Jimin on the sofa, you in the middle of the two.

“Are you really having a party today?” Yoongi asks.

“Of course! We have to baptize the place.”

“That sounds gross.” You say, noise scrunched.

“You're gross. That's not very princess-y of you,” says Jimin and Yoongi laughs.

“I feel gross, I'm going home to change. Do you want me to give you a ride to the dorms?”

“Yes, please!” 

You have thought about going alone, but after your failed kiss in the kitchen you wanted at least some time alone, and a car drive should be just enough. 

Or perhaps not. 

Because Yoongi drops you at your dorm and goes home to change, refusing to get close to you when he is all sweaty. 

You hit send with one hand and with the other make sure your door is open before sitting once again on the bed, grabbing your mirror and eyeliner to continue your routine.

“Hello?” He knocks a few times and you tell him to come in, all concentration on the task at hand. And that gives him time to look around a little, taking in your space. 

Is a large room, just looking a bit cramped thanks to the big pieces of furniture ( two beds, two dressers, and two desks ) but your method of putting everything against the walls definitely helps. That, and the fact that your roommate hasn't moved in yet. “Now I understand why you didn't want to move in with them. You have a room all for yourself?”

You laugh, “Their office was gonna be my room, actually. And no, this year I'm supposed to share it.”

“You didn't last year?”

“At the beginning I did. But then she paired with someone else.” You shrug, not sure about the details since you've only known her for a couple of weeks. “But it's not as cool as everyone thinks, sometimes it gets lonely, mostly on exam weeks when everyone is busy studying.”

“Well, you can invite me anytime.” He only partially jokes.

“Deal. But you've to bring snacks.” 

“Deal.”

Yoongi sits on your bed while waiting, scrolling on his phone and every now and then looking up to watch you apply the rest of your makeup, then perfume and pick a jacket, until you are standing in front of him with a smile as you announce you're ready. 

“That was faster than I thought,” he says, standing up. “Your eyes do look cute with the sparkle eyeshadow. Bogum was right.” 

“Oh, don't remember me that. I think that's the last time he is going to talk to me,” a sigh follows the exaggeration. 

“If he is really interested he is going to try again.”

“And if he is not?”

“Then he's not worth it.” The confidence in his voice is as contagious as his smile, and you match it.

For a second you wonder if it should be weird to talk about this with the guy you made out with just yesterday. If this is just normal encouragement because you are becoming friends or do all friends with benefits have this type of conversation?. Either way, you are glad to have someone to talk to about your little crush, and so, decide to not give it too much thought if Yoongi doesn't seem to do it either.

When he first asked you about it on Wednesday it was out of curiosity and you returned the phrase about the cat's tragic ending, receiving a “Well, I guess we are confidants now, kitten.”

You gave him a rundown of the situation and confessed about having a little bit of hope for his now teammate to invite you out again. He wished you the best and told you to let him know if something does happen because, according to him, Bo doesn't seem like the guy to be into sharing, and so, Yoongi doesn't want to be in the way.

“Maybe you should talk to him tonight. He is going, isn't he?”

“Uh, not sure. I asked Kook but I don't think he saw my text.” you turn to grab your phone and check.

But before you can open the app, Yoongi grabs your shoulders and guides you out the door, “Or we can just drive there and see.” 

You're surprised to see the motorcycle in the parking lot, thinking it had been just a thing of last week since you haven't seen him use it since then. You even wondered if it was his in the first place.

“What? Are you scared now?” He teases when you don't take the helmet he is holding in your direction. Just standing there without any movement. “You know I'm a good driver.”

“Yeah, I just… didn't expect it.”

He laughs at your genuine shock before explaining, “I always take it to parties because it's easier to find parking and get out of there whenever I want to.” 

“And I'm sure girls love it, too.”

“That's a plus,” He nods with a smirk, “but don't worry, baby, I’m not making you share tonight.”

“Shut up,” with your nose scrunched for good measure, you finally take the helmet from him. But instead of grabbing his own and getting ready, he gets closer to you, brushing your fingers with his when you're going to secure it and doing it for you instead.

“You tell me that a lot, you know.”

“You talk too much,” you defend, “it's your own fault.”

“Or… you just want to kiss me.”

Glad your smile is hidden by the helmet,  you push him a bit as you answer, "Actually, shut up.”

He laughs, and then goes on to put on and secure his helmet before claiming on the motorcycle and waiting for you. 

The shock about the vehicle wasn't only pure confusion, it was also the realization that your outfit was probably not the best choice. The fabric of your skirt was flowier than the one you used last time, and you aren't sure it would do well at a fast speed.

“Don't go too fast,” you ask him, hands on his shoulders to help you get on and sit behind him.

“I don't get that a lot,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes still fussing with your clothes. “You ready?” he waits for your signal before revving up the engine. 

He drives faster than last time. Or maybe you're just sober and more scared about it all. Your legs tighten on his sides, and your arms around his middle, all the while telling yourself is only to protect the wind from stealing your dignity. When he stops, you have to open your eyes to realize it is because of a red light and your body relaxes. 

Left hand leaves the throttle and goes to your tight, closer to your knee, the coldness of his fingers makes you jump and you feel him chuckle before caressing your skin. “You okay?” he asks loud enough to be heard through the street noises and your covered ears. You nod between his shoulder blades, even if your heart is racing. 

Remembering you had felt your phone ringing in your jacket pocket indicating a few texts, you figure there's enough time to check them before the light changes.

You show Yoongi and he gives you a thumbs down, making you laugh. Oh, well. Maybe it just wasn't made to be.

Thinking he would just drive you back to your dorm, you're surprised when he doesn't take the next turn back — is he driving to another party?

The answer comes only when he takes a turn before entering the highway. Right to the top of The Hill. Every teenager destination to run away from their problems. Every horny couple with a low budget looking for privacy, which yes, in itself destroys that very purpose. But, this is not a place to think about too much, even if there are also people who come here to think, like Yoongi.

He turns the engine off, puts down the stand, and takes off his helmet. You follow behind, curious.

“I figured we should make something out of being outside right now, the sun is about to set.” He looks at his watch and then to the front, at the view. From here you can see the city from above, at least a big part of it. Including the mountains and skylines.

“C’mon,” he pats your tight twice, asking you to get down. Complying, you use his shoulders for support again and get closer to the barricade at the edge. 

“C'mon,” you throw back to him when he doesn't follow you.

“I can see it from here.”

You frown at him, “really?” He nods. Your head tilts slightly to the side, “reeeally?” 

“Let a guy be.”

He looks… weird. 

And, suddenly, it clicks.

“I can't believe it.” You walk back to him, “Are you afraid of heights?!” 

“Don't make fun of me.” 

“I'm not!” But in fact you're fighting back a smile, “is just… unexpected.”

“Yeah. Unlike the death from falling from here to who knows where.” He reasons and you can't really argue with that.

But you can argue with him moving closer.

Grabbing his hand and pulling, amazed when you manage a few steps without problem, but soon he puts strength into it. The abrupt stop of his body pulls yours back, bringing you close to his chest, making a surprise noise cross your lips and your triumphant smile is gone.

“Don't make me leave you here,” and for a second you wonder if he really would. Wonder how much you can push before he actually gets mad. “Look!”

Your eyes stop scanning his face, following the direction he is looking at and you catch the sky changing colors for the next few minutes. Blue. Orange. Pink. Purple. Dark blue, because the lights of the city start to appear avoiding the complete darkness. But from here, you can see more stars than from your room's window and everything seems kind of infinity.

“Wow…” is a bit lame and predictable, but what else is there to say?

“Yeah. Is beautiful.” He agrees, hand finally letting go of yours and moving to your shoulder, “and you didn't have to stand at the line of death to see it.”

“So dramatic.” With an eye roll you turn to him. He appears calmer, with a smile playing on his lips as he keeps looking at the sky.

“What?” he asks.

You're in his room now, sitting on the bed Yoongi just told you he had to buy a mattress for because he used to dorm at his last university and didn't own one. You make no promises of not spilling any of your slushie on it and he laughs, tells you he will not forgive you and both of you know it’s not true. 

Going back to your room isn't a priority right now, you're having a good time talking about random things and siping your sugary drinks with a big bag of chips between the two. You were nervous about his roommates because apparently they are older and that scares you for some reason, but he reassures you they are busy with their own thing and he can drive you back before they arrive.

“Nothing.” But your eyes are still on his lips, on the color they are tinted thanks to the red drinks, “do you like it?”

“Is not bad. I prefer blueberry, though.” 

“I think this one is better,” you said that before at the store when you stopped for gas, convincing him to try it.

“Of course you think so, you love cherry things. I'd not be surprised if your favorite color is red just because of it.”

“How do you know that?” is surprising he says it with such security.

“It is?”

“No. I mean, yes,” you backtrack, “but how do you know that I love cherry things? Did the matchmakers tell you that?”

“Mai and Hobi?

You nod, too curious of his answer you miss the way his eyes are following your lips as they wrap around the straw.

“No. But you always have cherry candy with you. You gave us cherry lollipops on tuesday. I asked you for gum the other day and you gave me cherry. Jungkook gets you cherry cola specifically, from the vending machine at our building. And,” he pauses his list, the corner of his lip curving up, “like four out of the five times we've kissed, you either test or smell like cherry. Or both.”

“Well,” you answer after a couple seconds of silence, “I'm conscious now.”

He laughs, and you drink again.

“Don't be. Is like… your touch.”

“Ew,” noise scrunched up, “I don't know if I want that. Am I going to be known as the cherry girl?”

Again he laughs, your horrified expression making it impossible not to. 

“Do I smell like it right now?” Bringing your arm to your nose, you try smelling your clothes. Then your hair. 

“Stop,” he asks, reaching to put strains of hair back into place. “You smell good. Forget I said anything.”

“No, I can't. Now it’s in my head.” You try smelling your other arm, almost spilling your drink.

“Okay,” he catches it in time, tilting your hand back completely upright, “that way you really are going to taste like cherry and leave a trace behind.” 

“Wait. Do I really taste like it? When you kiss me, does it bother you?” 

“Why are you freaking out about this?” And seeing your seriousness, he bites back his chuckles.

“Just answer the question.”

“Okay, okay. Let's see,” and before you can process it, his lips are on yours, and he hums. “Can’t tell.” And he goes in again, free hand to the back of your head to bring you forward, to really capture your lips with his.

Running his tongue over your bottom lip sends shivers through your body since it’s warmer, softer. And a small moan escapes your lips, separating them and letting his tongue in. 

You're scared to move. Not because of him. But because you have been wanting to kiss him since sitting down — heck, since this morning — but didn't know how. All this feels so complicated in your head, with rules you have to follow and what not, but in practice, he makes it look so much easier. 

Of course you can't pull him for a kiss in your friends’ house, that is too risky. But when he kisses you like this, it gives you confidence to at least ask him to do it whenever you're alone and feel like it.

Somehow your hand is on his neck, fingers running through the hair at his nape as your mouths keep their rhythm going. And you decide to take the risk, kneeling on the bed and moving closer to him. You separate for a second only to make sure you're not making a mess and he smiles at you, “give me that.” Sipping one last time at the slushie, you give it to him to be secured and abandoned on his nightstand, bag of chips moves next and now his hands are free to pull you into his lap by your waist.

“You haven't answered the question,” you tell him, hands cupping his face, “Or you just wanted to kiss me?”

“Stop stealing my lines.”

“Is that a no?” You pretend to pull back and his hold tightness.

“You want me to say it?” a nod is your answer, and is a bit surprising when he obeys. “Yes. I wanted to kiss you,” and he does, making his point clear. “And also yes, you test like cherry sometimes,” another peck, “is sweeter now, but not so much like when is from your candies,” his voice gets lower each time, practically a whisper, “and your lips look amazing tinted red, I want to kiss you every time.”

And you make it happen. Kissing him softer this time, setting your own peace. Yoongi goes with it at first, but those thoughts he doesn't share with you are hard to keep on track when your hips grind against his. Not helping with the situation in his jeans. 

His hands hold you firmly, stopping your movements, and his lips move faster, fighting for dominance. He wants you and you know it and it gives you the confidence to move again. At first it was involuntarily, your body's own reaction to him, but then you put force into it, mostly to go against his hold. He groans into your mouth, feeling it rumble against your chest. 

Pushing his shoulders back, Yoongi finally gives in and lets go of your hips in order to help himself up with an arm behind him, other hand on your thigh. His eyes travel from there to your chest, moving as fast as his with your breathing, to your face, bottom lip between your teeth and his tongue touches his own in the same place. You just sit there, looking at each other for a few seconds until his hand moves up your leg, dragging the fabric of the skirt along. But he stops mid way, going back down. He chuckles at your reaction of puffing air as a sign of deception, “what's that?”

Prying your eyes from his hand is difficult, but you look at his face, smirk in place as he moves again, fingertips glassing over soft skin. “I should make you do it too,” he teases, “make you tell me what you think and what you want.”

The idea is both terrifying and a turn on at the same time. You have never vocally asked for anything like that, but the tone of his voice, the raspiness, it intoxicates you so much you may be willing to try.

“But I'm not mean like you, baby.” In one swift movement his hand is up your leg again, grabbing your butt and making your skirt rail up, exposing more of your thigh and you gasp as he bucks his hips upward.

“I’m not mean,” you breathe. 

“No?” Head tilts to the side, that playful smile of his should be a crime. “Are you a good girl?”

“I hate you.”

“So we are dirty talking,” he nods and you roll your eyes with a chuckle.

It hasn't been long, but you really like what you guys have. Is easy. Without drama or feelings being hurt. And, being completely honest, the way he kisses you is enough to know you make the right decision.

Do you still believe in soulmates and want to meet yours and live happily ever after like all the love stories you have consumed throughout your life? Yes. But maybe your story can also include an arc of exploring your sexuality with someone who is just a friend. Someone who gets your jokes and trusts you too. Someone who kisses you sooo good it takes your breath away without having to be scared of the future and what-ifs. 

Someone whose fingertips brush the top of your inner thighs, so close to their goal, but nothing more because he is waiting for you. Although it’s hard because of the little sounds that keep flowing out of your throat as you start moving your hips on his lap, grinding on his hardening erection.

He is kissing your neck, sucking here and there but not hard enough to leave marks, and his other hand has made its way down your t-shirt, looking for that skin to skin contact, glad both of your guys' jackets were abandoned way before at his bedroom’s entrance. 

“Tell me to stop and I'll,” Yoongi reminds against your skin and you nod, the hand under your skirt finally moving from its place and you miss the warmth it provided. But his fingers reach for the waistband of your panties and your breath hatch a little as they move south, thumb brushing over your clothed pussy. “Fuck.” 

You moan. At the touch, at his reaction to feeling you're wet. And before you can feel conscious about it, he is rubbing circles over it. “Ahh…”

“So responsive,” he groans, “Does it feel good?” 

You nod, unable to form words as he pushes gently over on your center, making your body move towards him, looking for more. And he gives it to you by sneaking his hand under your panties, ring finger sliding between your folds, a groan of his own accompanying your whimpers as he truly feels how wet you're.

“F-fuck. You feel so soft,” Yoongi points out and it makes a shiver run down your body, while he keeps rubbing expertly, cupping your pussy when even without realizing your hips start moving again, looking for more friction.

“Y-yoongi,” you call, asking for more. 

For a second you think he doesn't get it because he takes his hand out, however is only to bring his ring and middle finger to his mouth, humming around them without breaking eye contact. Brown irises over taken by desire and you could've gotten lost on that look alone, but soon his hand goes back to its place between your legs, “Breathe,” he instructs, “tell me if it hurts.”

And it does, a little. Because you're not used to it and every touch is a bit overwhelming, all the same, he is gentle, one finger pushing in slowly and not all the way before going back. Your eyes close under his gaze, inspecting your reaction as he pushes in again, letting you get used to the feeling. 

“Is it good?” his lips go back to your neck, kissing his way up to your lips. 

“S-so good,” you smile against his mouth, “you can go on.”

And he moans against yours before adding another one, two digits inside you.

The thing about Yoongi is: he is a pleaser. He likes making his partners feel good and the way your lips part as he pushes into your pussy makes him weak. He knows that if you asked him to finger you all night he would, no questions asked.

But he also knows you don't have much time. That's why you are still sitting on his lap and not laying on his bed, and why he kept your clothes on even if is now regretting it.

His eyes travel down your body, to your hand in a fist with the fabric of your clothes. “Pull it up, doll.” Yoongi requests. “Your skirt. Let me see you.” 

You do, the carmine color on your cheeks even deeper as your sight is filled with his hand movements. 

“...so hot, taking my fingers so good.” He murmurs, hand on your lower back holding you in place as he picks up the peace. Feeling how your walls tighten around him every time he pushes in and his dick requests attention at the thought of fucking you properly. If only he had time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuc-” is your new mantra as his fingers move expertly, breaking into incohesive moans when they touch the bundle of muscle that makes you see stars. 

“I got you,” he says, “f-fuck, so pretty, baby.” Yoongi's voice is so gentle and still filled with lust as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, getting you closer and closer to the end. “C’mon, let me see you cum, y/n.”

And that's all you need, hear your name so out of breath, to practically hit your orgasm on command. Head tilted back and lip between your teeth to suppress any noises, ignoring the voice of reason in your head that tells you is a bit late for that.

When you open your eyes again Yoongi's fingers are back in his mouth, sucking yourself off of them, and even if you just reached your high, you can't help the way your pussy reacts to that.

Catching you staring, he winks at you. 

And before you can decide the next move, your ringtone fills the silence, almost making you jump out of his lap. He chuckles, “Careful,” freeing you from his hands as you reach for your phone.

“Yes?” You answer, free hand fixing your clothes and putting black strains in place, trying to shake the feeling of being caught.

“Hi. Sorry about the time, my flight got canceled and then the next one took hours and—” taking the phone away from your ear, you realize that in the heat of the moment you didn't even notice it was an unknown number and not one of the guys. You're about to say they probably got the wrong number but the person keeps talking and it feels rude to just cut them off. “...but I'll have to wait until tomorrow. So apparently you're the only one with a key now and they said you were here but I knocked and well, I don't know if you were sleeping or…?” 

It takes you a second to process they do want you to talk now. “Sorry. I don't think I'm who you're looking for.”

“Are you not y/n?”

“Yes…” you turn to Yoongi, confused expression matching yours. “Who are you?”

“Oh, shit. I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I?” You nod even if it can't be seen through the phone, “I'm Subin. Your new roommate.”

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Just like Jimin rubbing his own head and being shook instantly, we will have many instances where we will be reminded of them... see a photo or a video, hear their voices or a song and instantly be shook that we won't be seeing Jimin and Jungkook much in the next 18 months.

Not gonna lie, it is rough for me to watch Jimin’s live. The level of vulnerability is just too much for me to handle. His uncertainty, his dismay, his level of discomfort and self-consciousness... humiliation(?) over the loss of his beautiful hair, I can't watch it yet. His own disbelief at looking at his own shaved head...

He is facing something unknown and unfamiliar. He's learned a lot over the past year diving into the appearances he had to do alone for his ambassadorships for Dior and Tiffany. I say "alone" but he wasn't alone, he had his manager and staff by his side.

He won't have them when he enters the military base.

I already said in a previous post that Jimin is disappointed that he must, once again, stop doing what he loves and do this instead. He’s just hitting his stride and he has a lot he wants to accomplish. All that, in addition to his habit of self-criticism and his anxiety issues, it is HUGE that he will have someone there who knows this about him and can help him redirect and calm down. He will beat himself up, put himself down and not allow himself to give himself credit for doing as well as he thinks he should. Jungkook will remind him that he's amazing and help him overcome all that noise in his head.

And keep in mind that Jungkook is a level of introvert that requires some amount of "alone time". This "alone time" is when this type of introvert “recharges” or “decompresses” in order to settle or center one’s self. We all see how different he is during group lives versus when he is alone. His introvert thrives by himself. The situation of being with strangers for such long periods is CHALLENGING! Without his fidget spinner lip rings, and again, staff and manager beside him facing something new by himself, he'll be ADHDing all over the place. Knowing that Jungkook has someone he is comfortable with, who understands this about him, is HUGE. He has a habit of tuning out, zoning out and withdrawing and Jimin can help him stay put in the moment.

Besides genuinely missing performing and his fans, it is no wonder that his frame of mind during his last live with us was downhearted.

This is not a situation where one needs the other more... it is a situation where they will both mutually benefit from having the other present.

These guys are not like us. These two have lived the past ten years in a world that is NOTHING like ours. They've grown up and matured living a life that we can't possibly know and understand. Jungkook has several $1000 bottles of whiskey chilling in his refrigerator that he mixes with Cloop soda water and drinks like its kool-aid through a straw. THEY ARE NOT LIKE US.

They've succeeded beyond all expectations, even their own, and had to deal with all the extreme ups and downs of all of that... and now they must put everything they know aside to step into a completely different world with the eyes of the world focused on them. The pressure to not fuck up has to be enormous. Everything they do is amplified. Its not fair, really.

Physically, they will have advantages over their younger fellow soldiers in that strenuous work is not unfamiliar to them, they are accustomed to pushing themselves and they know what it takes to master something that requires a lot of physicality. They are strong and athletic.

And now, emotionally and mentally, they will be fine because they will have each other.

I will miss all of them and be so very excited to count down the days to Jin's discharge... but I will be the most bereft waiting for Jimin and Jungkook.

[not-goldy]

i don't remember if you've talked about it but what's your theory on why jikook couldn't meet much that time? was it just Jimin being super busy or do you also have smth else in mind?

Oh I think we've talked about this no?

1. I don't think they weren't talking or hanging out at all post solo because at some point they had to discuss military plans and other things.

2. So I feel whatever they were bickering about was over a specific period in the time-line and how they both felt or dealth with eachother being busy.

It's clear from JK's POV he felt emotioanlly neglected and abandoned by that whole situation.

And Jimin doesn't fight much for his needs most times but dude lowkey pushed for it this time around so you can tell it's something that bothered him too🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

They both blame the other for not reaching out in that period. And Jimin tried to explain that even while busy he still made time to nurture his relationship with Tae. I feel that was him showing Jungkook he was open to connecting even when he was busy however it seems in his POV the ball was in Jungkook's court to be receptive of his initiatives.

Its a classic case of giver taker dynamics gone wrong due to miscommunication and insecurities.

Jimin is the emotional giver, the one responsible for taking emotional action and initiatives to nurture their dynamic while Jungkook is used to being the reciever.

The problem with that is, the receptive one can become complacent. It's easy to assume well since he is the giver he should always be the giver and since I am the reciever I should always be reciever.

So even when Jimin is busy he expects him to multitask and still meet his needs. It's a huge challenge with most men actually. It's not unusual for a man who is used to his wife or gf cooking cleaning etc to expect that always from his wife such that you could literally be popping out twins from your vagina and he would want you to cook clean for him😩

I think Jimin expects dynamism in their emotional roles at this point in their lives. Which is not to say he wants to perpetually switch their "roles" in there but he wants to see and feel emotional growth in their relationship 💀💀💀💀💀

Jungkook would need to step up. I suggest he goes to therapy with Jimin and read some self help books because we can't lose this one he's such a catch🥺

And I feel he can be blind to the fact that Jimin's ability to give is entirely predicated on Jungkook's emotional availability to recieve.

The one thing a giver wants more than anything is reception. He can't keep giving when you are blocked or not receiving its emotionally exhausting.

I've always said, Jimin has a lot of love to give. That's why Tae is holding on to him for dear life cos that man wants to be loved too💀

Jungkook however doesn't need much you know💀

Wait haven't we discussed this before????

That's not saying he doesn't need anything at all. Clearly he do. Obviously.

The disconnect is where Jimin starts closing off because he feels he's not being recieved- that's the 2nd stage of emotional disengagement and if thats what's happening Jungkook and I are fucked😭😭😭

Shit I can't breathe. Park Jimin dont you dare😭🤺😭

So basically Jungkook is feeling a withdrawal on Jimin's part and Jimin is feeling a blockage on Jungkook's part.

Good thing they are in Military service together. If I were Jungkook I'd beg that man not to leave me 😭😭

Like Jimin, whatever I'm doing don't leave me😭😭😭

I mean Jungkook

[musicloverxoxo7]

BTS reactions – the first kiss

BTS   x   reader

Summary: You kiss each other for the first time.

Themes/warnings: fluff with hints towards mature content, kissing, mention of alcohol

Wordcount: ca. 690 words

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

Jin:

You’re visit Jin at his place and cooking together, as you have done a lot of times before. You’ve been friends for a while, after all.

When you turn around to grab a few more veggies to cut, Jin suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you a little closer to him. He looks down at you. You are like frozen. His lips touch yours for a heartbeat. He withdraws and looks at you. When you start to smile, he leans down for a longer and much more intense kiss.

Yoongi:

Yoongi never misses how you look at his mouth when he raps. Or when he licks his lips. You work with him, so you get to see him rap a lot.

One day, when he practices a rap before going into the booth to record it, you keep glancing at his lips and away again. You can hardly focus on your work. Yoongi, who is sitting facing you, reaches out his hand and tilts your chin upwards.

He moves in closer, giving you time to change your mind. But you don’t. His lips feel so soft against yours. Until you both open your mouths and you get a taste of the infamous tongue technology.

Hobi:

You’re helping Hobi sort through some old clothes and whether to give them away or keep them. Occasionally, you try on some of the clothes or accessories. His hats all look weird on your smaller head, and he laughs.

At some point, Hobi finds a bright red scarf. He slings it around your neck and pulls you closer with it. You glance from his eyes to his lips and back. Hobi smiles before pulling you in the last little bit and kissing you.

Namjoon:

Namjoon and you are drinking and chatting. Neither of you has had nearly enough alcohol to blame it on that that Namjoon is suddenly holding your hand. You both ignore the fact and keep chatting.

Until Namjoon keeps losing his thread while talking about one of his recent favorite books. The reason is that you keep biting your lips. Namjoon stops mid-sentence, leans forward and places his lips on yours. It only takes a moment of shock before you return the kiss. You stand up to meet him halfway. Next thing you know you’re sitting on his lap, making out.

Jimin:

While visiting Jimin, you get dry lips and get out your chapstick. You apply it while listening to Jimin talk about how his week has been. His eyes are not on yours though, but on your lips.

When you ask him if he wants some chapstick too, he smiles in a way that gives you goosebumps of the good kind. He affirms, gets up, leans forward and kisses you. When he withdraws again his pupils are so big, they make his eyes look completely black.

“Mh, not enough chapstick yet.”

You smile as he comes back for another kiss.

Tae:

Tae and you are playing with Yeontan. At some point you let Yeontan play alone with his toy, while on leash and sit down on a bench. After a few moments Tae’s arm goes around your shoulder.

Soon, he scootches closer to you. When you look at him, he looks caught. But then he turns on his charms full blast. You’re kissing him before you know what you’re doing. Tae entangles his hand in your hair and deepens the kiss.

JK:

You always have fun when you practice fighting with JK. He’s much stronger and skilled, so it usually ends with you pinned to the ground, incapacitated. But today, after a few rounds, you take off your shirt and reveal your sports bra underneath. JK is distracted enough for a few seconds for you to gain the upper hand.

When you pin him to the ground, he is surprised, but laughs seconds later. He looks so cute, crinkling his nose, that you lean down and lightly kiss him.

After you break apart, you both look surprised. Until JK uses the situation to roll you around until you are pinned under him. The kiss he initiates is much less cute.

Question: Who is your bias?

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[94blazed]

OBSESSION

PART 2

WC: 13.5K

Genre: smut. fluff. crack. angst. (switch pov)

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: dom jk, rough sex, detailed smut, oral, toxicity, cursing, choking, slapping, spitting, nipple play, hickeys, unprotected, fingering, multiple orgasms, cock warming, simps, obsession, slight yandere, dirty talk, depression, alcohol; consumption.

Summary: Seven wednesday jungkook. You and Jungkook have been delusional about each other your whole lives, but when Jungkook is off the market, you start to wonder if it was all just one-sided. After the break-up with sohee, you became friends with benefits right after a simple hookup, but when he receives a text from his ex..

a/n: final part of the two part series! - no hate to sohee this is fiction! enjoy ! :D

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Jungkook received a notification.

- unknown: Do you like her?

- JK: who is this?

- unknown: Sohee.

- sohee: Y/N, do you like her?

- JK: why are you asking me this?

- sohee: because I still want us.

Jungkook pauses for a moment to glance at you, but you were too busy looking at the movie.

- JK: how did you get my number?

- sohee: how about you?

- JK: what?

- sohee: do you still want us?

- sohee: come outside.

Jungkook looks at you for a moment before he opens his mouth. "hey, I'll be right back. The pizza got here." you furrow your brows a bit, you could've sworn there wasn't a knock at the door, but he must have used the app, so you shrugged it off.

jungkook's pov:

Unlocking the door, you made sure no water got inside from the pouring rain. As you closed the door, you heard her speak up, "You don't want to come under my umbrella?"  "No. what are you doing here, Sohee?"  "I just wanted to see y-"  "cut the bullshit. what did you actually come here for?"  "Jungkook, do you actually like her?" After a brief pause, you replied, "Yeah, I do. why is it your concern?" she retorted "It's just...she's such a groupie whore. I mean, remember the way she used to look at you when we were together," she laughed.

"Remember how she would always be all up on Namjoon and Jimin? It's like she was attempting to keep track of who was the next fuck on her schedule" With a clenched jaw, you responded, "Sohee, you're so obsessed it's concerning. You do know those are her best friends, right? and me? we were a thing before you came along." you laugh "I'm honestly glad you were the one who fucked up" Sohee rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. so make up your mind, Jeon. Who's it going to be?"

y/n pov :

"Did he go help deliver the pizza? what is taking so long?" You get up and make your way to the front door. peeking from the blinds, you withdraw yourself from the window, opening the door, you ask, "What's going on?" Jungkook snaps his head towards your direction, while sohee smirks. "Oh, he didn't tell you? He wants to get back together. said you were only temporary." Before you look at him for any reaction, you slam the door as you begin to search for your keys. Tears on edge, but you refuse to let them fall, thinking that this was all going down the drain once again.

Hearing the door slam, the creaking of the floorboards grew louder with each step. "y/n, whatever she said, it isn't true," he says. pausing, you met his gaze, tears threatening to spill. "No, she's right. I felt like this was only to please our pleasures once again. temporary."  "y/n" he says grabbing onto your arms "this isn't temporary. It never felt temporary. Yeah, maybe before, maybe. but this moment to me right now feels endless. I don't know if you feel the same way about this, but I don't want this to end. not again" You didn't want to entertain your hopes, because when you did, it only led to disappointment. but this time, at this moment, it felt different. "Sohee wants me back after everything, but she was in the wrong, yet I know my worth. You showed me my worth."

Pausing, he looks into your eyes, never losing focus. "You've been my worth since the first time we met. I came to the realization that these aren't feelings of pleasure. They're more than just pleasing, and every time I would see you, be around you, hear your voice. I would feel this warm, bubbly feeling every time, and it never failed to come upon me." As he confesses his feelings, you felt the same way, yet a question lingered.. "why didn't you tell me about Sohee?"  "Because I was scared, y/n. I overanalyzed the situation and feared rejection, so I needed a distraction. a distraction from you." Although his response stings, you couldn't suppress your response any longer.

"It hurt, Jungkook, seeing you with her, especially after all that we have done together. You had the opportunity to prevent this situation, but you made it even more difficult than it already was. that night you introduced us to Sohee? was the night I intended to confess my feelings for you. I liked you a lot, Jeon, but then you and Sohee happened, and I had to know my place."

As the two of us sat in silence, the sound of the rain grew louder by the second.

He swallowed thickly before speaking. "You're right, and I admit it I feel like an absolute idiot an asshole at that for not putting more effort into us. I thought finding a distraction would help my situation, but it only made it worse. for you and me." tilting your head in confusion, he continued, "You know, ever since I got with Sohee, it didn't feel the same as what we had. It's like I had a void in my heart that has only grown with each passing day, month, and year. I believe it was the guilt that I had for not taking responsibility for our relationship."

"So, yeah, Sohee and I have been over since New Year's. She left me for her ex the same night before the final countdown. I've been emotionally drained since that night and looking back on what I had before, It was you who filled the voids. You made me feel needed back then and now. So, yes, this is a confession, and right now, in this moment, I'm hoping you feel the same." Looking into your eyes for confirmation.

The tears from before finally broke through. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment," you said, reflecting the same smile. He embraced you by the waist. Enjoying the moment he gradually released his grip around your waist.

With a gentle gesture, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, as he finally whispers the words you've been waiting for since the beginning, "so, does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?" You withdrew slightly, allowing yourself to meet his gaze with a smile. Latching your hand around his neck, you pulled him into a kiss. "Does that answer your question?"

Throwing you that bunny smile, he replied "No but I'll take it" he said jokingly, latched back onto your lips, melting into your embrace, not caring about how drenched he was from the rain. He lifted his thumb and gently pulled down on your lower lip, slipping his tongue past your lips, tongue against yours. As he tapped your leg, you eagerly jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, cupping the curve of your ass. He then proceeded to guide you to the edge of the bed, where he lowered you onto the plush mattress.

Jungkook pulled back for a moment to remove his drenched sweater, revealing his black compression shirt. loving the way the wet fabric clung to his abs that you admired so much. Resuming, he placed his hand under your chin to kiss you at a better angle. With his other hand, he smoothly slid it under your shirt, caressing your belly before cupping your breast.

Letting go of your lips, he slowly lifts up your top, revealing your girls. Officially you were wearing a lace bra with the detachable hook between the valley of your breasts. Detaching the clip he watches them bounce as they were held together. without wasting any time, he dives into them, starting with your left nipple, the contact never fails to make you moan. Of course, he didn't forget the right one, and with a pinch and pull, you were sent over the edge.

With a pop, he resumed cleaning up his left over saliva, tongue collecting every drop, tongue not leaving your chest he dragged it down between your breasts, over your belly, and arrived at the button on your pants. On his knees, he tugged on the material with his teeth, looking up through hooded eyes. "May I?" giggling, you land your hand on the top of his head. "You may." he undid your pants and flung them behind him. Now, looking at his favorite pair of panties that he loves so much. He honestly didn't want to rip through them, so he gently hooked them under his fingers and slowly pulled them down over your knees. Dropping them to your ankles, he picked them up and put them on the nightstand next to him. He slowly spreads your legs wide enough to observe the arousal you've accumulated down your folds, without noticing how he licked his lips—making him want to devour you whole. He lowers himself to suck on your inner thigh, biting in chunks and nibbles. Finally getting close to your pussy, you jolt when you feel a glob of spit trickle down your folds, you can't help but moan. Kook takes his fingers to his mouth, taking out his tongue to stroke in between his V-shaped fingers to demonstrate your pussy. putting them into his mouth, collecting all the saliva he can, and places them on your clit, as you whine at the feeling, slipping them down and inside your hole.

Squirming a bit he grabs your thigh securely, preventing you from moving. Sucking in a breath, you feel his tongue toying with your clit, the coldness of his lip ring swiping against your folds making it even more difficult to be still; "Baby stop moving," you're trying, really trying. Plunging his fingers deeper, he adds another to watch you struggle. With the way he's impacting your pussy, you instinctively tangle your fingers through his hair. Now imagine when he's in balls deep,  interrupting your train of thought he nibbles on your clit. His tongue now has taken the place of his fingers, hand coming around your thighs to rub at your clit "god this fucken pussy" whimpering you feel that familiar burning sensation in your belly building by the second "ju-jungkook im gonna cum" letting go of your clit, he looks up into your gaze, "then cum my pretty girl" and that fucken name has you coming undone, “so wet.. all for me yeah?”  jungkook drank up your arousal like he hadn't drank in years.

stabilizing yourself, you look up to see Jungkook already in his boxers, simply by the contour of his cock has your climax developing once more, walking up against you, pussy now against his clothed cock, he speaks "Tell me y/n. what exactly is it that you want, hmm?"  "You jungkook" slapping your pussy, he answers. "You're going to have to be more specific than that my love?. I'm going to ask you once more." Leaning down, he swipes his tongue along your earlobe, "what specifically do you want y/n?" not hesitating you answer, "your cock jungkook. your big fucken cock,"  heart now hammering at the thought of his cock tearing every last bit of your sanity, "you got it baby."

He finally dropped his boxers to the ground, the sound of his dick smacking against his abdomen echo's around the room. positioning himself, he finally sinks into you, both letting out a synchronized moan. Slipping through your core Jungkook let's out a groan, "f-fuck this pussy never ceases to amaze me." sucking in a breath at the burning sensation you composed yourself knowing this would only last for a moment. Pussy clenching Jungkook hisses at the feeling, "oh, fuckkk do that again". "Go faster and I'll do it," Jungkook cracked open an eye. "Oh really?" he stated "Yes, pleasee" you added. Jungkook complied, but instead, he wrapped his tatted hand around your throat, applying slight pressure on your airway. "alright then, answer this. who does this pussy belong to?" he asked. "Yours, Jungkook, '' you responded. As the pace picked up, he tightened his grip, making it difficult to breathe. "Do you desire this cock? or do you want me to stop?" he asked. "NO, no, I'm sorry," you replied. "Then I'll ask again. who does this pussy belong to? Who do YOU belong to?" he says in a firm tone, tightening his grip on your throat, "YOU JUNGKOOK, it has always been you. I belong to you completely, every inch and every breath in my body." you responded, "That's right baby, you belong to me and no one else. every inch." He released his grip, allowing you to catch your breath, as he increased the pace. Jungkook then leaned in to bite the salty skin of your neck, leaving a few territorial marks. Slowly pulling you flush against his chest, as an instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he positions himself against the headboard.

"Jungkook, faster," you commanded. He complied, proceeding to deliver a rapid speed that consistently aimed at your g-spot. Instinctively, you dug your nails into his back, eliciting a pleasurable groan from jungkook, He gradually released your hips, allowing you to take control and ride him. As you tighten your grip on his length, obscene noises uncontrollably spill from his lips, struggling to articulate his pleasure. "shit y/n just like that baby" He gently raises your hips, grinding thickly into your walls making sure he can see his bulge plunging through your belly. “fuck fuckk kook just like that”  “yeah?”  you couldn’t even speak at that point. Drunk on his cock. 

Clenching tighter, he utters, "fuck it's the way that you can ride." You sense the pressure building, "kook I'm close, please." he leans in for a reassuring kiss. "Hold on a little longer, my love. I'm ngh-almost there." you reach a point where your entire body is stuttering. Despite the strain, you feel his cock twitch, knowing that his climax is near. With a few more strokes, he reaches, "now ruin me baby" releasing the pressure you smear his abdomen while he simultaneously paints your walls. Exhausted, he collapses on top of you, cock still inside, as you both pant in unison.

After both of you have stabilized your breathing, you gently brushed his hair away from his eyes, lifting his head to meet your gaze. chin resting on your chest, you maintain eye contact and offer a smile before bringing him in for a kiss. "How was it?" he asked. "as always, my love, perfect," you respond with a smile. "hmm good," he replies as he pecks your nose as he slowly withdraws from you, hissing at the feeling of emptiness. He proceeds to the bathroom to prepare a warm rag to clean you with, and although you are still sensitive, you comply. As you sometimes spend the night, you have clothes stored in the dresser next to his. After dressing, you help change the sheets while he cleans himself.

After cleaning up the mess you two created, both of you slide into bed. Allowing him to hold you, with his arms encircling your waist, tracing circles beneath the soft material of your shirt. He plants a kiss on your hair uttering, "I have loved you since day one." You smile at this heartwarming sensation, holding onto his arm until you drift off to sleep. From that day forward, the routine has remained unchanged.

PRESENT

July ‘23

You two moved into your apartment, sohee was nowhere to be seen since that day. This year, you all graduated from university and celebrated with a party for the occasion, alongside other colleagues. You and Jungkook are content to be together. "I fetched you a smirnoff screwdriver. sorry, it was the only one they had left," you smile kissing his cheek. "kook, it's okay. I appreciate it a lot thank you" but before he can respond, Jimin inserts himself by sitting between the two of you. “so what are you two love birds talking about?” Jungkook rolls his eyes while you chuckle at the remark. “nothing jimin what do you want” “Nothing I'm just curious about what you got my best friend for her graduation gift” jungkook raises an eyebrow "Well, I was just about to mention it-"  "Do not hesitate, Jungkook. please share" namjoon interrupts "I was just-" "well go on" jin inserts “I WAS JUST GETTING THERE” everyone laughs at jungkooks outburst, "someone offer him a tequila shot," taehyung yells "even tequila can't help that," Hobi responds.

“well, I just wanna say I’m happy for you two, as always jungkook. you better not break her heart or I’ll kick your ass”  “Yeah yeah like that’s gonna happen”  “Keep it that way” jimin replies, blowing a kiss to you farewell as he returns to the kitchen. “I’m sorry he’s a little overprotective”  "It’s okay I understand, I wouldn’t want anyone to hurt you either. but on another note, I do have a gift for you though" he grins, lending you his hand, taking it, together you made your way through the group of individuals that occupied the living room and into the neon uv-lit hallway. This is Jin's residence, which he rents out seven rooms, all of which are occupied by the other boys except for one that was reserved for the two of you; and that’s where you two were headed. opening the door, you spot a small white piece of paper resting on the bed before you. approaching, you grasp the paper. only to see the bold lettering 'SURPRISE' curious about this surprise, you turn around but were directed to take a seat on the bed. you observe jungkook removing his shirt, of course, you can’t complain, but questioned, “babe what are you doing?”

“It's Saturday baby, 7 days a week, remember?” 

“fuck”

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a/n: obviously she was still sore from yesterday lol . but thank you sm for reading this little series of mine! I hope you enjoyed ! all feedback is appreciated <3

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[7ndipity]

When Their Crush Has a Crush

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: In connection with the Secret Crush HCs, how they would react/get jealous to finding out that their crush has feelings for someone(or even another member)

Warnings: angst, swearing

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! We’re back with more of that unrequited angst that y’all apparently love lol! This also kinda reminded me of this jealousy reaction I made awhile back, so there’s that if you want to check those out too!

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Jin:

Oh, he HATES it. And does not hide it, though he’s giving you five different reasons why he hates it, and none of them are the truth, at least not entirely.

“They don't strike me as the relationship type.” “I think they might be a murderer.” “They’re just not good enough for you.”

Tries to make himself look better in comparison.

But he’s not trying to make a move! Nonono, he would never do that. He just wants you to know what a better option looks like.

Yeah, that’s it.🙄

Yoongi:

Tries to not let it bother him, and by that I mean he’s like “of-course-you-would-find-someone-why-wouldn’t-you?-it’s-not-like-he-ever-told-you-how-he-felt-but-it’s-totally-fine-and-not-haunting-his-every-waking-moment-but-omg-what-if-you-actually-get-with-them-”

Yeah, no, he’s going to majorly overthink the whole situation, like it’s bad.

Would probably withdraw for a bit, but then realizes that he can’t stand the distance and gets kinda clingy.

Which clingy Yoongi is like? A whole different person?

This would probably be one of the few moments that would tip you off about his true feelings.

Hobi:

Tries not to be bothered at first, bc it’s just a crush, it doesn’t mean anything… Right?

Queue him getting in his head and starting to worry about literally everything.

Throws so much side eye though and knit picks whoever's caught your attention, but he can’t quite help it.

Would end up slipping up and saying something about he doesn’t think they’re a good match for you. Which leads to you asking who would be a good match for you then?

And then he either just says idk, or ends up basically describing himself and hoping you don’t notice how desperately he’s trying not to confess right then and there.

Namjoon:

Gets jealous super easily, you already know, though you don’t quite know why.

As I said before, if you so much as even mention being into somebody, he’s pulling back and distancing himself a bit as a kind of defense mechanism.

Or else he tries to avoid being around them or bringing them up in conversation, though he’ll deny that’s what he’s doing if you ask.

Is so fucking passive aggressive about anything relationship related, you end up thinking that he must’ve got dumped or smth and feeling kinda bad for him.

Which ends up triggering this weird sort of truce between you where you just don’t talk about it for a while.

Jimin:

Lowkey panicking inside. Because yeah, hypothetically he wants you to be happy and live your best life, but does it have to be with them? Or anyone?

Would want to try to dissuade your feelings for them a bit, but he doesn’t want to come off as manipulative or disrespectful of your opinion.

“They don’t seem like a good match for you.”

He’s mostly kinda mad at himself, cause if he’d just told you how he felt earlier, he wouldn’t be in this situation.

Would probably start seriously considering actually confessing, cause he cannot stand being in this weird limbo state with you.

Taehyung:

Ngl, he’s so dramatic, even if it’s just a tiny crush, he’s going to be kinda heartbroken, like you might as well have kissed them in front of him.

Okay, maybe it’s not that bad, but you get what I’m saying. He’s not cool with this.

Does not hide his feelings of disdain for whoever’s caught your attention.(they are not passing the vibe check)

Gets hella clingy and wants to be with you constantly, so that you don’t really have time for them? If that even makes sense?

Tries to find things to impress you and get you to take notice of him cause don’t you think he’s nice too? Don’t you think he’d make a good partner too?

Jungkook:

The sulkiest man to ever exist.

He can not stand it, even if it's a purely theoretical situation, like all you said was that you thought some guy was cute, and now he’s imagining all the worst case scenarios where he could lose you to them.

Like Tae, he’d get soo fucking possessive and clingy, trying to prove himself to you, though he might not exactly be sure what he’s trying to prove.

Would actively try to put himself between you and them if at all possible.

As I said before, this would probably be his achilles heel that pushes him over the edge and leads to him confessing, even if he knows it’s the wrong time.

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[lovebaby123]

Shy Seductress

Summary :Jeon Jungkook finds his new interest in a specific "part" of the new shy girl in his college. Despite his cold nature, his perverted mind pulls him towards her in secrecy while she tries to run away.

Pairing : Jungkook x fem!reader

Rating : 21+

Genre : cold boy x shy girl , bully!jk, pervert,nasty!jk, sweet!reader, quiet!reader, nasty smut

Warning: Jungkook is very dirty minded, bold and nasty with reader. Secret intimacy. Reader is a virgin. Milf reader. Hidden grope. Public grope,unprotected sex( dont ) , fingering , eating out, boobs play, dirty talk, etc.

A/n : enjoy guys! Let me know if you like it in the comments. Love you all🩷

Jungkook's POV:

I scrolled through the hallways mindlessly, utterly bored of the lectures going on. Fuck their psychology shit. I aint the one to hear their bullshit as i look around the campus to find something fun. Suddenly my phone rang as i stopped to take it out of my leather jacket's pocket. Jimin. I pick it up as i randomly lean against the locker to talk.

"hey buddy whats up" His oh so bored mumble reach my ear as i sigh, feeling the void as well.

"Just passing the most boring day of my life." I whisper ,not having the mood to even talk.

"Damn you sound like you have been bitchless for more that 2 hours kook." He laughed at his own joke and I rolled my eyes.

"Yea you mo-..."

What. The. Fucking. Hell.

"Hey? Kook?"

My eyebrows crease a bit as my grip on the phone tightens up. My jeans seemed a bit too bothering at the sight in front of me as i could'nt keep my eyes off the absolute slutty of the body i have seen in my career of slutting bitches down.

Long black open hair. Tight black tank top holding in those oh so juicy tits , that i can just tell must be so so soft to hold in my rough fingers. That very..short red skirt, reaching her mid thigh as those long chain earrings in her ears that hide in her black hairs but my eyes can easily see, make my fingers tighten. Her face looks down as she walks prettily slow towards my side.

Oh god.

Finally some fun.

"YAHH FUCKER??!"

I hear jimin's voice in my ear as i was pulled out of my dirty trance as my eyes refuse to lose the sight of those gorgeous covers milkers.

"Yea yea ..im...listening" My hard voice reached her ears as she looked up.

Oh fuck me.

Fucking doe eyes.

Her pace slowed down as she quickly looked away as I saw her ears going red.

I smirk. Hah. Got ya.

I lean more against the locker as my head falls back taking in her baby as she slowly stops right beside me, inserting the key to the lacker that must belong to her.

I keep talking to jimin in a very low voice, knowing she is obv listening.

"Yea...just found something very....interesting to look at". I say on my phone looking directly at her milky thighs.

Her face heats up as she puts her bag in the locker slowly.

Aww. Shy baby aren't ya?

I fucking love it.

Her vanilla scent inserts in my nostrils as I inhale the air closing my eyes, open them again, gazing at her long locks flowing with the wind.

My hand withdraws from my right pocket as it slowly advances towards the locks, holding a silky strand in my index and middle finger, curling it softly as i feel her going still.

"Uh huh. I do love big things you know right jimin?"

My fingers slowly trail down her very silky arm as i keep talking to him, not really listening.

Slowly, standing straight, my hand holds her hand softly, turning her around as I turns to face the locker, trapping her between my very big body, compared to hers. Shorty.

Her eyes ,wide, not looking at me. She stares at my neck chain. As i lean my arm above her, leaning down to her face. Very close. She still refuses to look at me as my hand holding hers leaves it, and advance it back to her curls.

" Yea? Oh i love it uk"

I whisper right in her ear.

Her fingers fiddle with each other in nervousness as i continue my intimate closeness with her not so cute body.

"Hmm..talk to you later kay. Bye. "

Finally. I pull my phone away from my ear, slipping it in my jeans back pocket as her body tenses up.

Oh you dont know...

My eyes again scan her body.

"Hmm..."

I hum as i lean closer. She leans back looking away.

"New here?"

My deep voice, coming out in the whisper, startles her as i chuckle.

She nods slowly, not looking up.

"Hmm. Whats your name pretty?"

I ask her as my eyes again get stuck on those mommy milkers.

Damn. This is bad.

I hear her whisper something. Not quite listening due to my "distraction".

I lean my ear to her mouth to hear her better.

"huh?"

"y..y/n.." She whispers again. Very softly.

My eyes close as her voice, as silky as ever reaches my ears.

However, controlling myself, i pull away a little. Letting her breathe finally.

"You can call me jeon"

She looks up finally as she stares at me.

I smirk. Oh she knows thats not a name. But a surname. Smart too.

I finally step back.

My hands in my pocket as she breaths out.

"See you...later"

I say looking directly at her tits. Her face turn bright red at my action as i smirk turning away.

This. Is going to be very funny.

Y/N's POV:

I stand there. My knees about to give up as his manly scent still lingers in my nose.

I breathed out the much longer held breath that i couldnt let due to that....guy.

I fixed my clothes and hair and my neck was sweaty due to the very sudden meeting.

Regardless i advance towards my very first class.

I enter the class, my books against my chest, nervously. The majority of the class is looking at me, As i try to find an empty seat. Finally, i found one in the very corner of tge class as i smile a bit. As i advance towrads it, my eyes shift to the person beside it.

I freeze.

Shit.

He is staring right in my eyes as a small smirk plays on his lips. A devilish smirk.

I look down as i slowly advance to the seat.

He gets up, his musky scents filling the air as he stands towering me, letting me enter the desk.

I settle slowly, as he settles with a sigh.

I avoid looking at him as i can feel his eyes on me.

The teacher enters as the class starts.

His eyes, roaming on my body. I can feel it.

Suddenly, he puts his arm behind my chair, spreading his legs, making himself comfortable.

I play cool. Writing notes.

Author'pov.

The cool breeze from the air conditioner sends shivers down y/n's spine, her bare legs rubbing together beneath her skirt. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, the rough texture of the wooden desk scraping against her sensitive thighs.A faint, barely audible groan escapes Jungkook's lips, his fingers tightening their grip on the back of y/n's chair. He leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear ,"Cold, princess?" He murmurs, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.

Y/n swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the heat radiating off Jungkook's body, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. Her hands tremble slightly as she tries to focus on taking notes, but it's proving to be an impossible task with him so close.

"N-no.." She whispers

Jungkook smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he notices y/n's trembling hands. He slowly trails his fingertips up her arm, his touch light but deliberate.

" Looks like someone's freezing their butt off over here".He leans in even further, until his face is mere inches from hers.

Y/n can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something distinctly masculine - a heady aroma that makes her head spin.

"Maybe I should warm you up, huh?"  Jungkook suggests, his voice low and husky. His free hand reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind y/n's ear before drifting to rub her arm with his warm hand. The pressure is gentle, but the intent is clear.

Y/n closes her eyes at the relief, making jungkook smirk.

His hand drifted down to her torso.

Jungkook's hand pauses just above y/n's hip, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that makes her skin prickle. For a moment, they simply stare at each other, the air thick with unspoken tension.Then, with a sudden movement, Jungkook slides his hand around to cup y/n's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies are almost touching. 

"Tell me if I'm going too far", he whispers, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

Y/n gazes in front as the dim lights from the room due to projector hides their deed from the rest of the class.

Y/n's mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the sensation of Jungkook's strong arms encircling her. She can feel the heat of his body seeping into hers, the hardness of his muscles pressed against her soft curves.

"I...I don't know", she manages to stammer, her voice barely audible.

Y/n's pov.

My body feels strangely hot.. his fingers, so light yet so rough. His breath , so warm at my neck as i look straight to my book, not being able to look in his eyes.

His fingers slowly inch closer to the side of my breast, slowly grazing over the shirt. My thighs press together on their own.

"Jun...jungkook..." A breath of his name leaves my mouth before i could control it.

"Mmm, what's that, princess? Need something?"

He touches the swell of my breast gently, watching me intently as i squirm in my seat.

" Go ahead, ask me nicely. I might just give you what you want."

Author's pov

The teacher clears her throat loudly, snapping them both out of their trance-like state. Jungkook reluctantly releases y/n's breast, tucking his hand back into his pocket as if nothing happened.

"Pay attention, class", the teacher chides, shooting Jungkook a stern look.

He just shrugs innocently, a smirk playing on his lips.

As the lesson continues, Jungkook keeps sneaking glances at y/n, his gaze lingering on her chest where his fingers had been moments ago. He shifts in his seat, adjusting himself subtly to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

When the bell rings, signaling the end of class, Jungkook stands abruptly, grabbing his backpack. "See you later, princess," he says with a wink, before sauntering out of the room without another word.

Y/n watches him go, her heart racing and her skin still tingling from his touch. She knows she should be disgusted by his behavior, but instead, she finds herself craving more of his attention, no matter how inappropriate it may be.

With a shaky breath, she gathers her things and heads out to face the rest of her day, wondering what other surprises Jungkook has in store for her.

Time skip. Next morning.

Author's pov.

Y/n walks through the corridor, her body still bothered by the unexpected touches from yesterday, overly sensitive than she already is.

Today she came with a commitment to avoid him as much as she can as she walks confidently, ignoring the continuous tingles in her body from yesterday.

Suddenly she saw Mr. Edward advancing towards her in a hurry.

"oh y/n...thank god i found someone." He breathes in relief as he stops her.

"Good morning sir. Everything good?" She asks in curiosity.

"Oh nothing to worry. Actually, the annual inter football tournament is on the vay, and our boys are practicing their backs off. And I was just going to check on them and give them these confirmation slips, but the principal has asked for me urgently. So dear, will you please hand these to the boys for me?" He explained in a hurry

"Oh. Yes sir. Why not." She replied casually.

"Oh thanks dear. Here. Go. The boys must be done in their changing room. U have my permission. U can go. " he hands the slips to y/n as he rushes off to the office.

Y/n casually strolls towards the ground, finding it empty.

Then she nears the changing room, when she sees many boys coming out together.

They stop when they see her looking utterly hopeless standing there.

One of them come forward.

"How may we help you lady?" He asked with utter respect.

"Umm ..Mr. ED asked me to hand you these slips." She answers.

"Oh. These. Yes. You can hand them to our captain. He takes care of these. He is inside. Don't worry it's safe. You can go." He replies simply.

"Oh...ok.." she answers , watching them all leave, smiling at her.

She slowly advanced to the changing room, finding no one there.

Suddenly she felt a presence behind her back. Heat. Dense heat.

She didnt dare to move as she froze, eyes wide.

A face slowly nuzzles in her neck, gently inhaling, as her mouth falls open, but nothing comes out.

By now, aware of the person's identity, she looks down nervously, as two strong arms circle her waist gently.

"Hmm.. looking for me, babydoll?" His husky voice whispers in her ear with a kiss on her earlobe, making her bend her neck.

"y...yes." she whispers back.

Suddenly, he swirls her around in his arms, facing her. His nose touching hers, as they finally look at each other's eyes.

His grip tightening on her waist, and hers on his biceps.

"Why babydoll?" He asks again.

She looks down, pulling the slips between them. "Mr. Ed..." She whispers.

He looks down at them and smirks.

"Oh. Thank you babydoll."

She blushes hard at the nickname.

"You deserve a reward for your work don't ya think so?" He whispers in her ear, making her squirm in his arms.

"Jungkook...someone will see....let go.." she says looking down shyly, as he chuckles.

"Aww babydoll. Why so shy?" He chuckles as his hand cups her cheek, pulling her up.

Her breasts press against his chest tightly, shifting his gaze to them.

"These little things are driving me crazy", Jungkook admits, his thumbs stroking over y/n 's hardened nipples through her shirt. 

"Can't stop thinking about sucking on them, feeling them in my mouth." He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispers, "I bet they taste as sweet as you do, don't they, babydoll?"

With that, Jungkook captures y/n's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue probing past her lips to claim every inch of her mouth. His hands roam her body, squeezing and kneading her curves as he presses her back against the locker room wall.

Y/n feels her bosy melt in his touch as she closes her eyes.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he gazes down at y/n with dark, lust-filled eyes. She lifts her eyes to look at his dark ones, before looking down in shyness.

"God you shy little minx." He breathes in her ear as he lifts her up, pressing her against the cold metal lockers. His hands deftly work open the buttons of her blouse, exposing the lace bra underneath.

Jungkook hooks his fingers into the cups, pushing them aside to free y/n's breasts."Mmm, perfect" , he mutters, leaning down to capture a rosy nipple between his lips. He sucks hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hand gropes y/n's other breast roughly.

Y/n moans, arching her back to push more of herself into Jungkook's eager mouth.

"j...jun..gkook..." She moans in pleasure.

Jungkook releases her nipple with a pop, grinning up at her with a wicked glint in his eye. "What's wrong, princess? Don't like having your tits played with in public?".

Before she can respond, he drops to his knees, yanking down y/n's skirt and panties in one swift motion. Cool air hits her exposed pussy, making her gasp.

"Oh, fuck yeah" , Jungkook groans, burying his face between her thighs. He licks a long, slow stripe up her slit, savoring her sweet flavor.

"Ahhh!" she cries out, her hands flying to Jungkook's head, tangling in his hair as he devours her cunt. "Jungkook, oh god, ahhh". She gasps at the strange yet addictive pleasure.

Jungkook laps hungrily at her dripping folds, his tongue delving deep inside her tight channel. He alternates between thrusting into her hole and flicking over her swollen clit, determined to make her come undone.

"Fuck, you taste amazing" , he mumbles against her flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through y/n's core. "I could eat this pretty pussy all day"

.He pushes two fingers knuckle-deep into her slick heat, pumping them in and out as he suckles hard on her throbbing clit. She writhes against the lockers, her juices coating Jungkook's chin as he feasts on her relentlessly.

"So close, Jungkook! Don't stop, please don't stop!" she begs, grinding shamelessly against his face.

Jungkook doubles his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips while pumping his fingers faster, curling them to hit that special spot inside her. He wants to make her scream, to hear that delicious sound only he can elicit from her.

As her walls start to flutter around his invading digits, Jungkook knows she's on the brink. He adds a third finger, stretching her impossibly wide as he fucks her with them, rubbing mercilessly against that sweet spot.

"Yes, yes, YES!" She wails, her legs buckling as the orgasm crashes over her. Her juices gush out, drenching Jungkook's face and hand as he milks her clenching pussy for every last drop of pleasure.Panting, Jungkook slowly pulls away, licking his lips clean of her essence.

She breathes, in his arms, half lidded.

Jungkook rises to his feet, towering over her trembling form. His cock strains painfully against his zipper, rock hard and leaking pre-cum."I'm going to fuck you so good, princess" , he promises darkly, reaching down to palm his erection.

" Gonna fill this needy little cunt with my big dick until you're screaming my name." He spins her around, bending her over the bench. The cool leather meets her overheated skin as Jungkook kicks her legs apart, settling between them.

The blunt head of his cock nudges against her entrance, teasing her soaked folds. "Beg for it, y/n. Beg me to fuck you raw" , he demands, his voice rough with barely restrained lust.

Y/n eyes close as her bare tits graze the cold metal table, making her bite her lip. With eyes close she whispers,

"please jungkook...take me..make me yours.."

Jungkook grips her hips tightly, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh as he notches the tip of his thick cock against her dripping opening.

"You want this, don't you, babydoll?" he growls, rocking his hips slightly to rub the head of his dick along her slit. "Want me to split you open on my huge cock and make you mine?" Y/n whimpers, nodding frantically even as tears of desperation prick at the corners of her eyes. 

"Please, Jungkook... I need you inside me. Fuck me, make me yours!" Emboldened by her plea, Jungkook surges forward, impaling her on his rigid length in one brutal thrust. A high-pitched keen escapes her as he stretches her impossibly wide, filling her to the brim with his pulsing pussy.

Jungkook sets a punishing pace, pounding into y/n's willing body with savage intensity. Each powerful stroke drives him deeper, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against her clit with every retreat.

"Ahh, fuck, you were made for my cock", he snarls, his fingers digging bruising marks into her hips as he rails her. " Take it, princess, take every inch of my dick!"

She screams in ecstasy, her nails scrabbling uselessly at the bench as Jungkook's thick shaft rips through her defenses again and again. The pain and pleasure mingle into an overwhelming sensation, threatening to consume her entirely.

"Yes, yes, YESSSS!" she chants, her voice hoarse with exertion.

Jungkook looking down panting , grabbing her tits in his palms, he ravishes her pussy.

Jungkook's grip on her breasts tightens as he pounds into her, his fingers pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples. The added stimulation sends jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core, amplifying the intense sensations already coursing through her.

"Look at you, taking my cock so well" , he rasps, his breath hot against her ear." Such a good girl, getting fucked silly by me"

With a particularly deep thrust, Jungkook brushes against her G-spot, sending her careening over the edge into a shattering climax. Her inner walls clamp down on him like a vice, milking his throbbing member as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her."Fuuuck, baby! "Jungkook roars, his own release barreling towards him.

Y/n kept trembling in pleasure, lost in immense ecstasy as he pounds.

Jungkook rides out y/n's orgasm, his cock twitching inside her as he fills her with hot spurts of seed. He buries himself to the hilt within her, relishing the way her walls milk him dry.His breathing is ragged as he gradually comes down from his high, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

Slowly, he withdraws from her spent body, his softened length slipping free with a wet pop."Fuck, that was good", he murmurs, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

He turns to look at y/n then, seeing how vulnerable and sated she looks lying there beneath him.

Jungkook reaches out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from y/n's flushed face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. Despite the harshness of their encounter, a tender smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You okay, babydoll?" he asks softly, his concern genuine. "That was... intense. I didn't mean to overwhelm you."

Y/n's eyelids flutter open, her gaze meeting Jungkook's with a mixture of adoration and exhaustion. She nods weakly, a small, contented sigh escaping her lips. Shyly, she covers her bare breasts, smiling.

Jungkook's eyes linger on y/n's hands covering her breasts, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.

"Aww, what's wrong, baby? Feeling shy now that I've seen every inch of you?" he teases, nipping playfully at her earlobe. "Don't hide from me, princess. Your body is mine to admire." Jungkook gently pries Ayla's hands away, exposing her pert breasts to his hungry gaze once more.

He cups the soft mounds, kneading them appreciatively as his thumbs circle her stiff peaks.Beautiful, he murmurs reverently, lowering his head to capture one rosy nipple between his lips. He suckles gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before giving it a light bite, making her whine softly.

"That's enough." She whines slowly.

Chuckling her leans up to plant a chaste smooch on her lips before standing straight and helping her too.

As she wears her shirt, he disappears in a room. She continues just then, he comes back with a clean damp warm towel.

"Lemme clean my babydoll." He whispers as he spreads her legs again.

Speechless, she lets him do it, face red.

He parts her fold to dab the towel, making her gasp.

He looks up grinning boyishly.

She shies away again.

After getting dressed, they both get up, y/n having trouble in walking, from obvious reasons, as he leads her out.

Suddenly, they noticed that the boys were about to enter the room. All of them stopping by looking at both of them .

Taking in their messy states, they hooted suddenly, making jungkook glare at them.

All of them shutting immediately, as y/n just stands there looking down.

Then they both leave the place.

" Couldn't you find a better place?" Y/n asks jungkook, with red face.

Jungkook leans down to whisper in her ear,

"Should've asked your tits to calm down babydoll."

The End.

Tell me if you guys need a part 2. Enjoy!!

[haechanhues]

Is This Goodbye?

pairing : brother’s best friend!hyunjin x fem!reader (mentions of other members x reader) 

genre : smut. angst. 

warnings : switch!reader + switch!hyunjin dynamics (mostly dom!hyunjin). food play. dirty talk - my guy is a talker. heavy degradation and name calling. orgasm denial. fingering. messy foreplay (you’ll get it). VERY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP - they literally try to hurt each other emotionally. more to the story that isn’t explored. a lot of mocking. probably terrible writing like listen, love...thank you if you’re reading this. 

summary : he’s your brother’s best friend but he knows just as much as you do that that’s not all he is to you. // where your history is the reason you won’t work out. 

word count : 6.4k

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AU masterlist 

dedication : to my cousin who has been trying to get me to finish this….I finally did it! aren’t you proud? but i know i was going to get you to beta this but i can’t, i physically can’t anymore so i’ll send you the link later. 

playlist : in the stars - benson boone / ex i never had - lany / like crazy - jimin / here’s your perfect - jamie miller  

From the moment Hyunjin walks into your life again, you knew that life wants to fuck you over. Clearly. 

You find him in the kitchen, laughing with your brother and the rest of his friends. The centre of attention. His inquisitive eyes dart towards your face through his eyelashes, his lips slowly pulling into that knowing half smirk full of trouble and charm. Looking like he dabbled in the work of being the muse of a lovestruck goddess. 

Your appreciative gaze across his figure burns him like melted candle wax. You’ve always been pretty. So pretty that he looks for you in others. Only to be disappointed that none of them are on par with you. 

Initially, you were unattainable and then you weren’t. Since then, the line between the two is something you toy with religiously. So he burns. First to figure out what your deal is. Second for answers he’ll have to pull from your throat. Third because he would burn forever for you if that’s what you believed love was. 

You startle as the group turns and your stare flit across the familiar faces that are the leading forces of your apocalypse. Hyunjin’s stare turns knife-like, cutting into you deeply as each of them pass you, withdrawing different emotions from your chest. 

But when your eyes linger on Minho, who dawdles past you looking like he needed to say something before spotting Hyunjin and deciding it’s best not to. Hyunjin’s insides turn into knots, twisting and twisting until every negative sensation makes up his entire personality. Minho was your first boyfriend, before Hyunjin....before everyone. Although Minho is friends with him now, the memory remains a hard pill to swallow. 

Hyunjin remains where he is, looking past you to the wall as you reach inside the freezer to pull out two ice creams. 

“Want one?” You ask, your voice all soft and weirdly vulnerable, hand outstretched towards him, eyes big. 

“Hmm,” He makes a non-committed shrug, his eyes dipping to the icecream in your hand before lifting to your lips. A small smirk graces your face as you shrug back playfully and you place one of the ice-creams back. Hyunjin’s own expression softens. 

So pretty. 

You’re so pretty. 

“Baby learned how to play,” Hyunjin comments sarcastically, bringing attention to the corner of your mouth with his finger. His body shifts so that your back is against the counter and his figure leans over you. You roll your eyes and Hyunjin’s momentary silence lingers, making the hairs on your skin rise with every second. As a distraction, you bring your ice cream to your mouth, smacking your lips happily and eyes lolling everywhere but him. 

Hyunjin can feel something akin to frustration bubbling in his blood at your faux disinterest and snatches at your chin, dragging your attention back to him. His eyes hard enough to break through skin. 

Because he likes the pain, his mouth meets yours first. He tastes the sweetness of your ice cream and the faint scent of your perfume. With a mind of their own, your hands fall to grip at the bottom of his shirt, your ice cream dragging messily underneath his shirt as you pull him closer into your body and tilt your head to meet the plushness of his lips. 

It’s almost ferocious how good it feels to be kissed by him. Like you were made for each other. Like you had all the time to be together and it still wasn’t enough. Too good. Too toxic. A juxtaposition. 

That’s what the both of you were. 

A juxtaposition of good and bad. 

A juxtaposition of not okay and more than okay. 

Something inside Hyunjin’s breaks at the way your kiss softens and your free hand finds his hair, twirling at the strands. His kiss, however, remains unyielding against yours. Desperate. Your mouth opens obediently and your whole body melts against his dominance. 

“Still in love with Minho, Y/N?” Hyunjin pulls away briefly, scrutinising your futile attempts at chasing after his lips. 

“Why does it matter?” 

Hyunjin growls as lifts you above the counter, opening your jean clad legs enough for him to slip in between them. HIs palm presses against your sex firmly, holding it in place. Your eyes falter at the contact and Hyunjin’s mouth is at the shell of your ear, leaving you hot and bothered, and hisses “It matters... because it determines whether you cum in your jeans or cum on my cock.” 

“Cock,” You order, impatient, hips already seeking his touch. 

The man laughs sarcastically as he reminds you of your earlier actions, “But you’ve left me all messy.” 

“That’s what my tongue is good for,” You argue back, pressing tempting kisses that lead to the heart of his throat. You feel his hardened cock rub against the leg of your jeans and it takes everything within you not to rut against it. 

Hook, line and centre and the treasure shall be yours. 

“Is that right?” 

“Mhmm,” You mewl as his hips shift so that his pelvis directly meets yours. His eyes alight with pure lust that burns through him the same way anger does. 

“You’re so easy to please, like a good for nothing bitch,” Hyunjin comments, displeasure written all over his face with how much you preen over the comment. He takes your lips for his again, his hands in your hair as he stakes claim. His hips are driving wild against your own, driven by the sound of all your impatient whines and pleading. 

“Hyunjin,” You whine against his lips, “Hyunjin….” 

“Are you going to stop acting like a slut?” Hyunjin warns. You nod incessantly. Anything he asks. You’ll do it. Anything, “My room, then.” 

You’re quick to get down from your perch on the kitchen counter, your wetness collecting in your underwear. You hurry across the kitchen, stopping when Hyunjin pauses in his following stride. He cuts your eye contact short with angry narrowed eyes and a hand on the fridge door. 

“I could fuck you in the hallways if you wanted to,” Hyunjin smirks, “But I’d hate for your brother and your exes to find out that I’m fucking their precious Y/N.” 

You rush to his bedroom without another word, and without you in his sights he opens the fridge door, picking at the vanilla yoghurt and plastic spoon attached, a foreboding glint in his eye. 

Hyunjin’s eyes are feral and heavy as he pulls you in for a kiss that is as thick as the air around you. He finds it unfair that you taste sweet like ice cream whilst he tastes like he could break you. Your lips are swollen as they drop at the feeling of his hands trailing down your body to rest on your navel.

“Lie down,” He orders and you gently fall backwards to sprawl on the bed. Your eyes, big and innocent, soft and fond. Nothing but poison to the boy in front of you. To the boy who knows exactly how poisonous they can be.

With a quiet acceptance that only he can see, he reaches for the hair tie around his wrist, pulling it with his teeth. He leans forward, his lithe body looming over you as he expertly ties your hair tight and away from your face. You swallow as your hands find and linger on his waist, trying not to moan at a particular pull of your hair. 

Hyunjin removes the yoghurt from his pocket and hooks his leg over you so that your body is snug in between his thighs. A formality, tone monotone and eyes murderous, “Traffic light system. Give me a colour.” 

Your eyes are eager and they drink him in. You’re nervous but excited. You want him. You’ve always wanted him. 

“Green.” 

He nods without much expression before leaning back on his ankles, his full pink lips part and his tongue licks at them, assessing your body appreciatively. His first touch is over your shirt, eyes curious as his hands explore your body over the fabric, feeling every curve that has teased him. His eyes darken at the way your nipples perk through freely. Unrestricted. He brushes his fingers over the sensitive bud and the whimper you let out is a surprise to you both. 

“Hyunjin,” You plea. 

“No bra?” He notes, feeling the way you lean into his touch, no matter if its a simple brush of his fingers or a slight squeeze, “Expectant?” 

The squeeze of your nipple makes you jolt, the suddenness of it all pulling you briefly from your dazed enjoyment. 

“No.” 

“I think you’re lying to me,” He growls. 

“I’m not,” You whimper again, your voice doused with desperation. 

“You’ve lied to me before,” Hyunjin doesn’t pull on his rage, the leash abandoned, “I believed you then. Remember that?” 

The words you want to say are listless and without control. But he’s not going to listen, every plane and ridge of his face is cruel and unforgiving. The tears fall from your eyes slowly and it only seems to fuel his fire of tyranny. 

“Don’t cry,” Hyunjin collects your tears with the pads of his fingers, tapping at your under eyes so softly, despite the fact that his face is devoid of the softness that belongs in his touch, “I got over it.” 

He kisses you then like he didn’t just break your heart. He kisses you like he loves you again, that he’s never stopped. You return his kiss eagerly, your hand resting on the crook of his neck and your fingers on his face. A kiss that tastes like the sea and problems bled and buried. Unresolved. 

He pulls away. Hard exterior staring back at you. Waiting for a signal. 

“Green.” 

He smirks then, perhaps even grateful, before he pushes your shirt up, the fabric dragging lovingly up your body from your torso, tickling every bit of your skin. Your eyes flutter shut, confidence reawakened. Lust, a strong beacon. Hyunjin feels something akin to pride in the way you seem to bask wholeheartedly in your own body. Loving, almost. It’s a feeling that is peach scented and spins his whole world. 

He rips at the yoghurt lid, licking at it once before he dips the spoon in. His gaze is teasing as he smears the vanilla yoghurt along the swell of your breast, chuckling when you let out a hiss at the feeling. 

“Cold?” Hyunjin teases, swiping his thumb underneath your nipple before placing it in his mouth, moaning at the taste. “Is it really that cold, baby?” 

You nod incessantly, your mouth full of lead and incapable of replying to him. Hyunjin cocks his head in fake thought, “You’re quiet.” 

Your face crumbles pleadingly, hoping it will soften his heart up and finally give in. Eyes, half lidded stare back down at you as he only presses his hand to your mouth, shutting you up with a demanding, “Sshhhh….be a good girl.” 

Your eyes blink at him obediently and you’re rewarded with a small quirk of his mouth that has your whole chest enveloped with warmth. His hand goes to cup your left breast and his mouth meets your nipple and when you find your voice again, it is only a moan. 

Hyunjin immediately wants to come at the way you fall apart. The ceiling lights above you blossom into flowers in spring as you feel the way his tongue drags across the sensitive bud. Your nails drag down the back of his scalp, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your momentary smugness is stolen from you as he begins to leave open mouth kisses, their sounds only serving to fuel your longing. 

At your silence, he looks up and you’re both taken aback by each other. How beautiful one another is. For just one second, you had forgot how lovely he was. How pretty. How beautiful. His blonde hair is messy and itching to be tangled up within your fingers.  Eyebrows furrowed but his eyes too warm. He freezes at the way you’re staring at him, nostalgia waving its victory flag as it seizes all his movements. He can only watch as you lean your whole weight on your elbows to envelop him in a kiss that inspires doubt. He falls into it, despite the promises he spat to himself. 

He snaps away slightly, lips inches apart and he’s reminded once again of your past and your relationship. What you are to him. He remembers then and he won’t make the same mistake twice, “If this is what it takes for you to stop being mouthy, I should’ve done it a long time ago.” 

A crinkle of your expression is all Hyunjin needs before your hand takes hold of his hair and tugs. Hyunjin mewls at the new position, looking at you from his chin. You laugh in his face, like every villain does, “And pain is still yours.” 

Hyunjin can only watch as your position is flipped and he finds himself on his back, his hair splayed out and your whole body drenched with a sexual need. He scowls and you watch on amused as your little puppy tries to call on his claws, “I’m different now.” 

“No,” You giggle slowly, sitting yourself comfortably on his lap, the outline of his cock brushing in between your legs. Hyunjin can’t help but lean into your teasing, a snake completely charmed by its charmer and living as a puppet for all who are curious but he continues to act. 

But you’re not buying it. 

You know him too well after all. 

The trace of your fingers is mocking, and your gaze drops slowly to his pretty fingers curling into fists, “I don’t think you are. I think… you want nothing more but to take your fingers and ruin me with them. To gain control. Power. But you’ll wait…” 

A pause, pregnant with tension and empty promises. Drunk on the way he’s staring at you and how it makes you feel. Bewitched by the way you reach for him. How you want nothing more but to let him ruin you. Ruin him. Ruin each other. The same toxic cycle that tastes nothing but exquisite. 

“Because we both enjoy it when you beg,” You pout then. Your tongue nestled into the roof of your mouth as your finger dances across the creamy skin of his collarbone, “C’mon baby, you used to be so good at it.” 

A fire is all it takes for the castle to burn down and light it you did. 

He snatches your wrist, mouth in a tightly straightened line, utterly furious, “You like it when I beg?” 

You smack your lips, your eyes lingering on every bit of his skin. Every strand of hair. His eyes. His eyelashes. Every bit of him has your attention and your body purrs. Memories of his pleading to please let him come. Please. Please. Please, “Mhmm.” 

“Do you really want me to beg, baby? Tell you what I want?” 

Suddenly, Hyunjin yanks your legs further apart and you can’t help but gasp at the movement. His eyes flash and he can’t rein in his pleasure. Hyunjin’s hand slots itself in between your thighs, his thumb pressing onto your clit through your jeans and you whimper. The cheshire grin on his face growing when he feels you rock into his hold. 

“I’ll beg for you then, since we both enjoy it,” His tongue swipes against his bottom lip and if you hadn’t been so tunnel visioned by his unmoving fingers on your clit, your gaze would have focused onto the action. But it’s the frustrating way he lets your arousal grow and grow. Your legs aching with need for him to move. 

His voice lowers into a whisper, “Please, baby, let me fuck you until I’m the only one that can make you come.” 

The little magic word sends you completely into overdrive. You hate that it has such an effect on you. That it pulls you in completely different directions until you’re only a shell of a person. But, you also love it. You love the eye contact that transpires between the two of you. You love the way need feels - emotionally and physically charged until it encompasses every sense. Taste. Scent. Touch. 

You start to rock on his fingers and circle your hips in search of the friction he knows you need. 

Hyunjin’s hands slip into the front of your jeans and your underwear, growling lowly at the wanting need of your entrance. Your breathing deepens as uncontrollable need takes over you and you start to rock feverishly against his fingers. Slowly building up orgasm. 

Sneaky. 

Pathetic. 

Hyunjin loves it. 

His gaze is dark upon you as he takes notice of your increasing insanity and wants nothing more to control it, to witness you lose all autonomy. 

“Are you going to come?” Hyunjin mocks, his voice more than a whisper but incredibly devilish against your skin. You throw your head back as his fingers start moving faster and deeper inside of you, a home run in sight. 

“You really going to come ,you filthy thing? Come for me?” Hyunjin taunts, pulling the rope inside you so hard you almost snap at his words alone. 

Yes. 

Yes. 

The clouds of heaven that are approaching are ruthlessly ripped away from him and you’re left in Hyunjin’s bedroom again, blanketed with disappointment and the desperate urge to cry. Your breathing deepens to catch your breath but the effort feels useless. Like you’ve been cheated from your rightful sensation. 

“Sorry,” He gloats, unable to control his cheshire grin, “That’s too bad.” 

Hyunjin feeds on your distraught with a vengeful kind of glee, letting it devour him. He brings his finger to his mouth, savouring the taste of your stolen orgasm and wearing it on his lips. You only watch him, upset and furious. But obedient. 

Hyunjin wants to moan at the sight. 

If only you would cry. 

“Are you upset with me?” Hyunjin laughs, breathy, feeling like he soared through the whole sky. Your betrayal contorts your face into a scar that is only cute to him. Taking pity on you, he leans in as if to tell you a secret, “Here, I’ll let you decide what of me you have next….” 

Hyunjin takes note of how mistrusting the tongue in your mouth is. Yet, his attention is completely taken by the way your body leans into him. How your gaze wanders over his frame, a witness to the outcomes of your hidden temptations. 

All the better to wreck you with. 

“Anything,” Hyunjin whispers conspiratorially, “And you have it…” 

As your silence lingers, his palm cups your breast before it begins it’s descent down your front, “My fingers again?” 

A sensual kiss pressed at the crook of your neck, the plumpness of them lingering like nothing else, “My mouth…” 

“My abs,” He whispers, “Imagine how messy my filthy girl will get me?” 

Your mouth waters at the preposition and Hyunjin smirks. He forgets how easily you fall into the idea of getting him all messy. Greedy, you were. You already had his heart ripped apart yet in your pocket for safe keeping. But his body was something you would conquer every time, knowing and cherishing him for the nights you were together. Washing away every other that came in between with your invisible claim that completely fucked him up. 

“That one, huh?” Hyunjin murmurs and you nod incessantly. Once again wordless and headless and completely in a trance. He raises his eyebrow in challenge, “You’re not the only one that loves being dominated...tell me what to do.” 

With a smack of your lips, your hands reach for the bottom of his dress shirt, pulling it above his head and ignoring his fixated stare, “Lie down.” 

It’s all art to him. Love. Sex. Revenge. Like a stroke of his paintbrush, he falls backwards, making sure that you’re trapped within him. Your body falls after him, straddling him with a rushed calmness that shouldn’t make sense. You sit on his pant-clad legs, his erection sitting snug in between the gap in your thighs. 

Every girl or guy he sleeps with and you’re the one that stands out. You’re not quite his favourite. It’s more than that. He sleeps around, leaves others high and dry and yet you’re the one he goes back to. Like you’re his only. But you’re not. You’re not his ‘only’. You’re not his ‘current’. He doubts he was your ‘ever’. 

You’re just the girl he’ll never get over. You’re the girl that has fucked him up to unbelievable lengths and he’s always been hell bent on revenge. So for that, you must suffer. 

Only, you must suffer in a way that your brother will survive through your suffering. In the only way he can really stand to hurt you. In a way that he can be with you over and over again despite the way he hurts and burns. 

It’s torture. 

The only way you can suffer is within the forbidden clouds you both created when you were eighteen. 

“Hyunjin,” You’re calling his name, tone all lustful with a thinly spread layer of concern, one that Hyunjin refuses to believe, “You with me?” 

Hyunjin nods, silent now. He hates you but he doesn’t. You both shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t have even started this. Yet... he can’t seem to stop. Never has. 

Your concern bubbles inside of you now, and you watch his face soften as he gets lost in his thoughts, “Traffic light system, Hyunjin. Give me a colour.” 

“Green.” 

You exhale, leaning forward to seal his consent with a small kiss. Your lips prickle pleasurably at the feeling of his lips on yours again, completely taken by him. 

Your hands are explorers as they travel down his body. Experimentally, your hand wrap around his neck, feeling the air trap in his throat and his face developing a beautiful red blush. You release and drink in the way his mouth opens to allow the oxygen to enter his body. 

If poetry was a person, it would be Hyunjin. 

You get lost within your thoughts and Hyunjin feels himself get increasingly restless at the feeling of you straddling him without touching him in any way - close to being romantic.

Just like you both used to be. 

Hyunjin lifts his knee slightly, letting your body fall forward and your hands gripping at his biceps like safety nets. His skin tickles at the feeling of your surprised exhale. You cast him a quick glare that he answers with a dismissive quirk of his eyebrow. With an uncontrollable urge, you squeeze at his biceps appreciatively, noting that they had grown since you had last seen him. 

“Are you always this taken by the boys you let in your bed?” Hyunjin teases. 

The quirk of his eyebrow is now directly on your face, written so meanly like the girl he likes to think you are, “You want to know about the boys in my bed?” 

He can’t help the whip of jealousy that licks up his body from the feet up. His tongue fits directly inside the right of his cheek, ignoring the excitement that grows on your face and daring to challenge the thick sauce of his jealousy, “Yeah, tell me about them.” 

“Are you sure?” You croon, “They’re all your friends. Can you handle that?” 

You fucking heinous bitch. 

Every time he tries to convince himself that you were worth the trouble of betraying his best friend, you do or say something that proves otherwise. You’re a taker and you took his trust, his heart and broke it into millions of little tiny pieces that nobody could put together again. 

The anger is painted across his body in the way that tickles you externally. But inside, you can feel dread freeze you over and you fall and fall within its ice age. Hyunjin scoffs. 

He grips at your waist hard, “I’m starting to get bored, sweetheart.” 

You growl back, “You asked.” 

Before he can reply, Hyunjin’s voice is poached at the feeling of your arousal coating his abs, almost dripping onto the bed cover. Your head is slumped forward at the sensation and you let out an involuntary sigh of relief. 

You slide against his tensing stomach, enjoying the curves of his abs with your head thrown back. You’re moaning and your thighs are starting to burn at the effort. Hyunjin grips your hips in support, and you succumb completely to the pleasure you feel. Your hands seek for something to grab onto, but only manage to scratch at the sternum of Hyunjin’s naked chest.

Your breathing quickens as you use him to make yourself come and Hyunjin all but falls into it. You look like you’re his again with your eyebrows furrowed in the way he remembers. Your body is slick with the lovechild of the yoghurt and Hyunjin’s mouth and his with your arousal which he yearns to lick and suck until the early hours of the morning. 

Then you’re stopped. 

Again. 

Malignant pressure on your waist halts you and you want to cry and sniffle with the fact you were so close to coming. So fucking close. Your eyes implore into him, hoping he’ll take pity on your tears and your silent desperation. 

Pity that. 

Hope. 

Hyunjin notes that expression with a surface level type of contempt, ignoring the deeper emotion he doesn’t want to deal with right now. Not ever and especially not with you. 

He hums softly, unable to banish the mocking and true intentions away, he sings “I forgot how easy you come.” 

So did you. 

You grit your teeth, interior hardening despite the sticky tears layering about your eyelashes, “I don’t have to try this hard with Changbin.” 

The humour in denying your overdue orgasm is ripped away from him, “You didn’t do to Changbin what you did to me.” 

Your heart drops. 

Without context, you are two people having sex. Used to the way the other tastes. Knowledgeable about what makes the other tick. A little messy. But if you were to open each other’s heart and devour it… memories upon memories. Locked away in a safe, finally seeing the light of day again. 

“I-” 

Hyunjin’s eyes roll before he shifts the position around, your back now against the plush bed sheets. You melt into the blankets, previously warmed by the body heat of his back. His lips are a breadth away from yours and you yearn for it. For him. For the both of you. 

“Shut up-” His mouth drives forward to slot onto yours. At the lick of his tongue against yours, you feel tingly and your hands go to lock over his neck only for him to lock your wrists in a dominant grip against the bed, “No.” 

His lips find your jaw then, slowly enjoying the taste of your skin and the sounds of your writhing and mewling, “I am going to fuck you like the slut you are.” 

You gasp at the combination of his lips finding your sweet spot and his words. But Hyunjin is relentless and he’s sweet and he reminds you of the both of you back then, “Do you want me to?” 

“M-yeah,” You moan, the peppering of his kisses like body glitter. 

“Not good enough,” He’s stern, “If you want me to fuck you, let me hear you. Let me know you need it.”

“Hyunjin,” You whine, your ankles locking his body to press against yours. You opt to tease him with your hands, coaxing him to have his way with you. To no avail. 

“More,” Hyunjin whispers and it tickles against your cheek, “Or I stop.” 

“Please fuck me,” You plead, he presses evil kisses to the tears slowly trickling down your chin, “Please. I can’t wait anymore.” 

“Hmm,” He hums in a non-committal way that makes you want to yank your hair from the roots. You’re incredibly horny now and your whole body prickles. Your body screams out for him and you writhe and writhe and struggle. Your tears a little ocean for Hyunjin to bask in. 

“If you don’t fuck me,” You splutter, the tears lining your cheeks and marring your eyesight, a hindrance to the frustration crawling up your arms like spiders, “I will go down there and find Minho.” 

There you go again, 

Ruining his fun. 

“Turn around,” His tone and the air are both stagnant, caught in warfare of emotions. His eyes completely dark and devilish. 

With bated breath, you get into position, your hands gripping at the sheets and your ass facing towards Hyunjin who strokes at his cock languidly. His tongue is in his cheek and it’s a sure sign that he’s annoyed. He rips the packet with his teeth roughly, rolling the condom onto his erect cock. 

He glances at your peeking with a growl, “I don’t want to fucking look at you. Face the front.” 

With a swallow, you obediently turn to follow his orders. With a huff, he sends him palm straight to the curve of your ass, and you let out an embarrassing moan, “Y/N…you really are a bitch.” 

At those words he squeezes at the flesh before spreading and revealing the mess on your pussy. He wants to whine at the sight but he refrains. After all, he’s still pissed at you and right now, he has the power over you. He decides when you come. He decides how you’re going to come. 

It’s all him. 

He spits in his hand before gliding the makeshift lube across your sex, enjoying the way your body tenses and attempts to chase after his tinkering fingers. The names come to him in waves, each degrading. Whore. Slut. Bitch. 

His. 

You’re always his. You’re always his whore. His slut. His bitch. 

And he was going to make sure you knew. 

He lines his cock up with your entrance, his eyes going weak at the feeling of your wet walls that swallow him whole. His hips drive into you, the slap of the skin sounding pornographic and he lets out a pleasurable groan. You whimper as he continues to wreck you over and over again. 

His grip on your hips is brutal and yet you can’t get over how full you feel. How good it all is. Him. You fall to your elbows with a high pitched moan as he drills in and out of your pussy. He loves the way you lose yourself in the pleasure, primitive in your vocal responses. 

“Ah-” At a particular delicious thrust that has your moan buried within the sheets in front of you, your mouth drooling, “O- Fhuck-” 

You’re not even making sense at this point. Past the point of dignity and ambitious only for your pussy to swallow his come. For his body to press up against your back, his hands traveling across the expanse of your naked body. 

“Minho,” Hyunjin scoffs, his grip tightening and his thrusts harder, “He couldn’t fuck you harder than I do-” 

You only moan. Moan. Scream. Whine. It’s not enough. Not enough indication of how good you feel- 

“Still want Minho to fuck you my pathetic baby?” Hyunjin coos, his whispers dancing along the naked skin of your back. 

You shake your head. 

“Don’t stop,” You plead, you think you’ll cry if he stops now. You wish upon any star in the night that he’ll continue. That he won’t leave you high and dry despite the ways in which you fucked him over tonight. 

Hyunjin only laughs, “I’m not going to fucking stop. You hear me?” 

“Mmm,” You cry as you attempt to watch the way in which your body and his meet. You make eye contact with Hyunjin and expect to be degraded, be told to face the front or moan in the blanket like the pathetic whore you are, but he doesn’t. Instead, he surprises you with a small smile. 

If only he had his camera, he would’ve taken multiple photos of you whilst you were in the throes of your shared passion. This moment, however would be ‘that’ photo. With your mouth heavy and your eyes wet, you’re a complete mess. His mess. His trouble. His torture. 

He lets out a loud moan, “Oh fuck Y/N…” 

The shit you do to him. 

At the stuttering of his hips, your butt chases after his cock, bouncing wildly for any sound of pleasure. Greedy for it. You can feel the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching and as his energy levels start to dwindle, he’s found the same path.

“Fuck,” He curses as his come spills into the condom. He remains still inside you, he winces as you continue to move against him and you’re both grateful that your orgasm follows almost immediately after. Breathing heavily, he pulls out of you gently and then you spin around to greet him with a sweet kiss that absolutely steals his breath away. All the sex in the world and yet this is the shit that gets to him. 

His lips massage yours in the sweetest way and you can’t even pretend that the clouds of lust remain anymore. Hyunjin’s him after all. Your tongue hesitantly licks against his bottom lip and Hyunjin tries to deepen the kiss, make the kiss hotter, messier, wetter… 

But your kiss remains fond.

And he doesn’t like it. 

He doesn’t like this. 

You. 

He can’t. Not after the first. Not the second. Not the third. He knows if you push him, he will surely fall into you again, convictions forgotten.

That’s what scares him the most. 

He pulls away like he’s been electrocuted, pushing gently at your shoulder. He stares at you, eyes wide with betrayal written all over his face. It’s Deja Vu. From the very first time you had initiated this type of relationship. When you coldly broke up with him and then within days announced you were in a relationship with Changbin. 

Forgive. Forget. None of that matters. 

Revenge does. 

“Remind me what this is,” Hyunjin’s voice is low and purposeful. As if daring you to cross him. Challenging you, “Because one of us seems to have forgotten.”

“Fucking,” Your voice is soft.

Hyunjin hates it. Hates you. But also not at all.

“Yes, fucking.” He laughs but there’s no humour laced into the words he spoke, “So why is there so much drama when all we do is fuck?”  

Your lips press against each other, keeping silent. Calculated. Hyunjin reaches for your mouth, squeezing at your chin before his mouth is beside your ear.

“Do you love me, Y/N?” Hyunjin croons, “Is that what this is?”

You freeze, and you stare at him, your eyes glazed. But Hyunjin is frozen just as much as you are. Not in the same way. His ice makes him crueler, more condescending. He was once water, flowing freely. Gentle and rough at the same time. Only for your hand to freeze all that were rivers, ponds, streams. Blood.

Although you feel your heart decaying and crumbling with every word, strangely, you don’t shy away from his cruelty. Instead, you find yourself slightly marvelling at it. You are its creator, after all. A feat that continues to stand against time. 

When he takes your silence as an answer, he leans back so that he’s all you see. The hard ridges of his prince like face and his wet mouth stare down at you, a soft whisper brushing against your skin, “I loved you. Cherished you… Now I know better.”

He laughs then, every part of him evil but his heart. But it’s not fun. Not at all. Not when your lip is starting to tremble and he can see your heart beating erratically on your sleeve. Not when he can feel his own heart breaking. 

But it’s fine. 

Because he’s better. It may have taken time, but he can be completely over you. He can hurt you. He can. 

He will. 

“That’s not true,” You choke. His smile drops and his mouth hardens-

You’re unbelievable.

You can’t fucking do this. 

It’s not fair. 

“Fuck this,” He mutters, fun dead and buried, removing himself from you to remove the condom before throwing on pants and a shirt and hurriedly walking out the door. 

The room is silent. Too silent. You miss the sound of his breathing. You can hear him in your head. In your heart. And it’s too loud. He’s too loud. You can’t help the first sob that escapes you, the heartbreak running along the trenches of your heart. 

Hyunjin stares at his reflection in the mirror. 

His lips are raw with bites and his cheeks are flushed with post-sex glow. He clearly had a good time. But his eyes, hollow and lifeless. Rimmed with tears that threaten to unleash a howl crawling to escape his throat. 

He wants to cry. 

A pathetic kind of sob. 

He quickly swipes at the tears falling down his face with cold water, praying that the symptoms of his turmoil will no longer leave a physical mark. Systematically, he reaches for a hand towel and douses it with cold water, squeezing at the fabric. 

He walks down the hallway, dead to the world but his heart reaching for you. He pauses at the door listening to the sound of your sobbing that only has his soul wrenching at the pure agony. 

Hyunjin opens the door tentatively and he feels his chest swell up like a balloon at the sight before him. He can’t breathe. The walls close in on him and his throat knotted too tight for oxygen to pass through. 

It feels like death. 

Minho has your naked body in a loving embrace, his nose buried into your neck and his hands around your torso. You sob into Minho’s hold with such a familiar vulnerability that makes Hyunjin’s heart ache more than it ever has. Minho’s warm hoodie is bunched within your tightening grip and you’re murmuring into his skin and Minho just holds you. 

It’s so warm and so loving, it makes Hyunjin feel physically sick. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

He was supposed to break you. Show that he was unstoppable without you. But he’s not. He’s a shell. A hollow shell. 

And you’re the cause. 

With another decisive wipe of his tears, he turns away from the scene before him, trudging down the hallway with new battle wounds and his worn out mantra. The urge to tell Felix all that has transpired between the two of you since you were eighteen rushes through Hyunjin’s ears, to let your brother and his friends know that you weren’t as innocent as you liked to pretend you were. 

But he can’t, because he loves your brother and he loves you. 

He will forever love you. 

It’s always going to be you. 

author’s note : there is so much more to their relationship that i haven’t explored (if you’re interested) and i edited it but like barely. i’ve lost my will to go on. i just want to be finished with this. right now. hopefully this didn’t suck! happy extremely late birthday hyunjin <3 i actually do love you. but i also finished editing like literally a bit ago! so here it is!! 

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Moonstruck (14)

Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid!AU, Supernatural!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader | Werewolf!Taehyung x Hybrid!Reader (ft. BTS)

genre: angst, e2l, supernatural, thriller, slow burn

rating: mature

description: Ari wants to see who truly loves you by pitting your lovers against each other.

word count: 6.3k

warnings: contains SPOILERS!!! kidnapping, cussing, fight scenes, betrayals, blood, dark magic, attempted assault, (temporary) deaths, 

a/n: The series is almost over! Just one chapter and I hope you’re enjoying reading as much as I am writing. Hope to hear your thoughts. Thanks for sticking around so long and giving my series a chance. <333 It's also on AO3 if you prefer reading over there!

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“It’s a pity our own granddaughter has to die,” a gentle voice said. 

Your eyes slowly opened, revealing the old couple from before. An immediate realization dawned upon you as you noticed the chains, bounding you in the shape of an X to the cold stone wall. These were no ordinary chains—every wriggle, every struggle, intensified the pain. Wolfsbane and vervain were laced into the links, sending stinging sensations to your wrists and ankles. Your body felt groggy, so it was certain you were injected with something beforehand.

Last thing you recalled was falling into the frozen lake. The freezing water filling up your lungs… oh right. Jimin had killed you too. Just your luck.

Looking around, it was evident this wasn’t the lake. But it wasn’t the underground cellar or cave in the mountains. Where exactly were you?

“Don’t get soft on her now. She’s awake,” a gruff voice responded. 

“Granddaughter?” The question hung in the air, escaping your lips in a hushed whisper. Another whiff of your mother’s familiar perfume triggered a sudden realization. “You’re…” 

“Your grandparents? Yes, dear. It’s sad we had to meet this way, but we had to make sure you died once these stupid 100 days were over,” your grandfather replied. “Frankly, we should take matters into our own hands.”

“We can’t. We don’t have the stake and that witch girl is frightening. They’ll kill her at the end of the day anyway,” your grandmother assured. “Besides, it’s nice not having to get our hands dirty.”

“100 days?” you breathed, unable to form a coherent sentence. It was difficult battling the drowsy state forced on you.

“God, she sounds delirious. Yes. Because you sired that other abomination and Jimin and that Ari girl are so insistent in breaking that bond first before killing you.”

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter,” your grandfather retorted with his arms crossed. “As long as you’re dead in the end, all the hybrids you’ve sired will cease to exist too.”

The weight of this revelation jolted you out of your drowsy trance, and you shot them an alarmed glare.

“What did you say?”

“Oh? You didn’t know? When you create those repulsive hybrids and sire them, you form a sireline. It’s like a family tree that never goes away. So if you die, then all the non-Original hybrids you created will die too. Even if the sire bond is broken.”

“Is that true?”

"We didn't dedicate our lives to learning everything about you just to lie now."

"Then... does Jimin know about this? He'd never let Jungkook die," you questioned, sensing the answer in the subtle withdrawal of their body language.

“Of course he doesn’t know. He’s too hellbent on killing you to realize he’s gonna kill his lover too,” your grandmother sneered. She approached you and bent down eye-level, analyzing your features carefully. “Remarkable. You look just like your mother.”

You spat in her face and she wiped it away immediately, taking a few steps back. She chuckled at your feisty behavior, a dark amusement in her eyes.

“Mom will never forgive you for doing this!” you exclaimed.

“Do you think we care? We disowned her when she eloped. Who would’ve thought she was pregnant with you…”

“You’re my family. Why does it matter so damn much to you?” you asked, your voice teetering between anger and disappointment.

“Blame your mother and father. They were never supposed to fall in love, much less have a child. Your existence is a loop in Mother Nature and unnatural!” your grandpa exclaimed. “It took us an eternity to track you down. Imagine our surprise when Jung Dawon showed up to the hospital where we worked.”

You held your breath. “She was your patient?”

“I think her name is Jiwoo now, honey,” your grandma reminded with a pat on her husband’s shoulder.

“Ah, right, right. What would I do without you?”

The two of them started to snuggle their noses together, their display of affection making you want to vomit. 

“Hey! Don’t ignore me! You two treated Jiwoo during her coma?!” you asked.

“Yes. That’s how we crossed paths with Jimin, H.O.P.E.—shame they’ve disbanded now thanks to your professors, no doubt. And then the Jungs had to die or Jimin wouldn’t have upheld his deal in the bargain,” your grandmother informed.

“You killed Hoseok’s parents… You deserve hell.” A past memory suddenly resurfaced to the forefront of your mind. “Years ago, Dad said you reached out. Said you apologized and wanted to meet me. Was that all a lie?”

Her gaze met yours, an expression of feigned pity playing on her face as she nodded, and your grandfather, reveling in your naivety, let out a cynical chuckle.

“You’re lucky your mother was so stubborn and unwilling to meet us. She even went so far as to make you move homes time and time again. It’s like she knew we had cruel intentions,” the old woman remarked.

“Cruel? Is that what you call it? This is diabolical, I deserve to live just as much as you do! You call my existence unnatural, which is hypocritical considering none of us are human!”

“She talks too much,” the old man interjected.

“Yeah, let’s shut her up.”

“No, no! I’m going to reveal everything! You won’t get away with—”

It was futile. Your grandmother held your head still while your grandfather retrieved a ball gag from a nearby table. Your nose picked up wafts of vervain and wolfsbane, causing you to whimper. As the straps secured around your face, your skin ignited with pain, and you couldn't contain the sobs that escaped.

Your relatives walked away from you once the task was complete, heading for the stairs. The last words you heard were from your grandmother.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, darling.”

Meanwhile, back at the dimly lit cellar…

Cage 1: Jungkook, Taehyung, Sunghyun

In the first cage, Jungkook stood tall, his back against the bars. Taehyung was standing on the opposite side, muscles tense, while Sunghyun minded his business and rested on the cot in the middle of the two. 

Cage 2: Namjoon and Yoongi

In the adjacent cage, Namjoon lay unconscious, sprawled on the cold floor. Yoongi sat with his back against the cage, observing their surroundings with a calculating gaze.

Cage 3: Jin, Hoseok, Jiwoo

The third cage housed Jin, who gazed through the bars with a mix of determination and worry. Hoseok stood tall with his sister Jiwoo sitting beside him, a protective arm wrapped around her. 

No one dared to utter a word. Each person bore the weight of their own struggles in the metallic confines, the atmosphere oppressive and thick with tension. The silence broke when Taehyung got down on all fours.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook questioned.

“I’m getting out of here. [Y/N]’s in danger.” He closed his eyes, narrowing his focus while using his werewolf instincts.

“Turning won’t work. These cages were built to withstand supernaturals,” Jungkook recalled, his arms crossed in a display of frustration. Taehyung, irritated by the diversion of his focus, furrowed his eyebrows and then opened his eyes. 

“Well, it worked for Hoseok. Didn’t it?” he declared as he stood up, hands planted firmly on his hips.

“I was set up by you and Jimin! You tainted my food!” Hoseok argued. 

“Are you sure it wasn’t your lover over there?” Taehyung smirked, his words a venomous tease.

“Go to hell, Taehyung!” Yoongi exclaimed.

Chaos reigned as accusations flew, each member of the imprisoned group hurling blame and calling out their short-comings. Only did the sound of the creaking cellar door garnered their attention. The unexpected arrival turned out to be Ari, who was descending down the staircase in a frantic scramble. 

“Oh my god, what have I done? You all have to get out of here!”

A collective confusion lingered, yet none dared to question Ari's sudden change of heart. Retrieving the keys from her pocket, she approached the nearest cage—Taehyung's. Nervousness interfered with her attempt to unlock the padlock properly.

“Come on, Ari!” Taehyung yelled.

“I’m trying here!” 

In an unexpected twist, Ari fell to her knees, clutching her chest and breathing heavily. She let out a pained groan, followed by an unsettling expulsion of water. “Oh… that can’t be good.”

“What the hell is happening to you?” Professor Jin asked, gripping the cage bars for a closer look. “The dark magic is killing you!”

“It’s not that. Jimin’s trapped in the frozen lake. He’s drowning and dying over and over.” Struggling to stand, Ari's focus remained on the stubborn padlock. “I’m running out of time. She’s going to come back soon.”

Moments later, the padlock clicked open. She swung the cage door open, urging the boys to escape.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A dark, menacing voice emanated from Ari's lips, her face contorting as if an evil force sought to break free.

"Let them go!" The familiar, authoritative tone sounded like the Ari they knew, yet beneath the surface, a fierce battle between the light and darkness waged.

“No. You’re too weak to stop me!” 

Ari threw up some more water as she collapsed to the floor with a thud. She reached her hand out to the boys and whispered. “Run…”

Her hand dropped and she was unconscious. The shock of it all left everyone frozen when her eyes suddenly fluttered open, pitch black, and she scrambled to her feet at lightning speed. 

Taehyung, Jungkook, and Sunghyun rushed upstairs but it was too late. Ari used dark magic to telekinetically rip out Sunghyun’s heart, permanently killing him. His remaining corpse fell down stairs as Jiwoo shrieked. Hoseok shielded his sister away from the sight in a tight embrace, trying his best to calm her down.

“Now… you two. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. We still have to go talk to your beloved [Y/N].”

She knocked them out with the snap of her fingers before teleporting them to your location.

You gave into exhaustion and surrendered to a nap for however long possible. Nothing mattered anymore. You were trapped and because of your reckless plan, so was everyone else. Your grandparents wanted you dead and at this point, you yearned for an end. 

What stirred you from your slumber was the sound of groaning. You slowly opened your eyes and saw Taehyung and Jungkook lying on their stomachs a few feet away. They were chained to the floor like animals. 

Jungkook was first to fully regain his senses, sitting up right away at the sight of you. “[Y/N]! You’re alive—oh fuck. What did they do to you?”

The ball gag and restraints didn’t aid in your efforts to communicate as the only sounds you could make were whimpers. Taehyung, driven by desperation, got on his knees and tugged at his chains madly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out. It’ll be okay!”

In the heart of the room, Ari manifested from the ceiling and floated down like an angel. A dark one, that is.  

“What is it about you, hmm? You have not only one but TWO suitors who are willing to do whatever it takes to save you. To love you. Meanwhile, I can’t even have one…”

She landed gently on the ground as she circled around Jungkook, eyes locked into yours. “You said Jimin never loved me, but what about you? Do you really think Jungkook loves you? He admitted feelings for another.”

You bit your lip to fight back tears. This was too painful to deal with.

“[Y/N], don’t listen to her. Listen to me,” Jungkook begged. The sadness within your gaze caused a pang in his heart. “This is the truth. There were times I spent the night at his dorm because I couldn’t stand watching you with Taehyung. I got to bond with him on a deeper level. He was the first friend I had outside of you that didn’t judge me. Didn’t make me feel like a loser. Like I was weak.”

“So you kiss him,” Taehyung remarked. “A little heart-to-heart and you’re all tongues.”

“He kissed me!” Jungkook snapped at him. He refocused on you. “During the sparring session. I was trying to get information out of him. Promise! Of course I felt something; it was a kiss. It surprised me. But that doesn’t mean he’s the one I love.”

“Excuses, excuses,” the werewolf said with a dismissive hand gesture. 

“You don’t get to judge something you don’t understand. The sire bond affects emotions and it’s almost broken. I’ve been living my life through a filter! I don’t know what’s what anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter. You didn’t believe her when it mattered most. Nothing’s worse than not being believed. She must’ve been crushed.”

Taehyung’s right. You were.

“You watch your mouth!”

“Or what? We’re all chained because that bitch of a witch can’t stand the fact her boyfriend is in love with you! This is all your fault!”

Ari cackled and rushed over to Taehyung’s side like a devil whispering in his ear. “That’s right. Rile him up.”

“Get the hell away from me,” Taehyung huffed in disgust. “You killed Sunghyun.”

Your eyes widened, devastated at this information. Professor Jin was right. The Ari you knew was long gone; she would never murder someone in cold blood. 

Your ex-best friend paced back and forth and then shrugged. “Oh, please. You don’t care about him.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want you near me.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re not dead. Sunghyun was asking for it by trying to escape. And he showed Jungkook my journal.”

Jungkook’s ears perked up at this. Ari smirked and continued, “Yeah. I know about it. My old self had a tendency to jot everything down and then spelled her drawers, so I wouldn’t be able to see it. That is, until you and Sunghyun used his amulet to bypass it. Thanks for that.”

She snapped her fingers and the journal in question appeared in her hands. She flipped it open and hummed in amusement. 

“Hmm… wow, I really did not hold back. Lots of juicy information in here. But,” she closed the book, “she didn’t write everything down. You really want to know the truth, Jungkook? The whole truth?”

“What is your end goal, huh? Where’s Jimin?” Jungkook questioned. Ari replied with nothing but a smirk. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Let me talk to him. I can stop all of this. He can have me as long as he lets [Y/N] go.”

Ari grabbed his neck in a chokehold and he wheezed, powerless against her unexpected strength. “You really are stupid, aren’t you? Jimin is mine and mine only. There was a time when I’d share him, but not anymore.”

She released him with a fierce anger, and he coughed, struggling to regain composure on all fours.

“Turn,” she commanded and Jungkook snapped his neck up to look at her. 

“What?”

“It’s the last day of the sire bond. You have to turn one more time, right? So do it.”

“You’re delusional. I’m not doing anything you say.”

“Come on. Amuse me. You might be able to save your precious [Y/N] by turning.”

“No.”

Ari fumed at his response, kicking him in the stomach and forcing him to fall on his back. She stomped on him multiple times, your muffled screams rendered useless. The air was charged with tension as Ari spoke, her voice tinged with frustration and jealousy.

"Do you have any idea how infuriating it is, Jungkook? Watching you and her, with your damned sire bond, risking everything for each other. It's sickening!"

Jungkook grabbed her foot to stop her from crushing his ribs any further. “Ari… this bond is beyond our control. It’s not something we asked for.”

Ari scoffed at his response. “So why won’t you turn? End it. End this stupid connection you have with her. Show everyone your love was conditional, a hoax!”

She left his aching body and went up to you, a clawed hand in front of your face with a malevolent black glow. 

“Turn or I’ll kill her,” she threatened, the White Oak Stake presenting herself in her grasp. Panic gripped you at the sight of the weapon. “That’s right, bestie. This is the one and only stake that can kill an original hybrid.”

“Don’t lay a finger on her!” Taehyung roared. She turned around, tapping the stake against her palm in a rhythmic cadence, reminiscent of a stern ruler used for chastising children in the past.

“Ah, yes. The other lover is vying for your affection. God, you just can’t catch a break with these two!”

“This doesn’t have to end this way. We both want the same thing. I’ll talk to Jimin, we’ll figure something out. As long as Jungkook is out of the picture, it’ll be worth it! We can still be a team.”

“Team?” Jungkook questioned. 

“We?” She let out a chuckle. “There is no ‘we.’ You and Jimin have dictated everything from the start. He strung me along like a fool. All I wanted was his love. I was willing to risk it all only for him to want someone else and cast me aside entirely!”

She faced Jungkook. “My journal revealed all of Jimin’s plans, but not Taehyung’s. I think you’ll find this interesting.”

Taehyung's gaze narrowed, a subtle intensity flickering in his eyes as he shook his head slowly.

“You’re making a big mistake.”

“Where do I start? Oh. Taehyung is the one that ordered H.O.P.E to attack you that dreaded day. You know, the day that started it all.”

Ari reveled in the chaos she had orchestrated, the atmosphere thick with tension and despair. Jungkook's eyes burned with fury as he faced Taehyung, betrayal and anger intertwining in the lines of his furrowed brow.

“You planned this? The attack, the kidnapping?”

Taehyung, unapologetic, met Jungkook's accusatory gaze with a stoic expression.

“[Y/N] could’ve died! We all could’ve!” Jungkook exclaimed. 

“The plan was only for you to die. That way [Y/N] would find comfort in me and only me. But then you survived. Stupid sire bond.”

“Oh yeah, the whole scavenger hunt thing was also Taehyung’s idea. Jimin pretended to be a hunter to kidnap [Y/N],” Ari added. Jungkook’s confusion was blatant.

“What on earth could that possibly accomplish for you, Tae?”

The werewolf shrugged, reluctant to answer. Ari, the puppeteer of chaos, was more than willing. 

“He was betting on [Y/N] saving him with her blood. Then he was going to kill himself to become sired to her like you.”

“You crazy bastard!” Jungkook roared, chains rattling as he attempted to pounce on Taehyung but couldn’t. “All of this pain and suffering, all for some twisted desire to be bound to her?" This isn’t love, it’s obsession! You don’t deserve her!”

Taehyung held his ground. “And you do? I actually want to be bound to her for life. All you’ve ever done was taken her for granted! Just turn already!”

“If I do turn, it’s to rip you to shreds!”

“Yes~, yes~!” Ari cried. “Indulge in your anger! Let the beast out!”

She ripped his clothing off with no remorse, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Seeing him stripped against his will left him vulnerable and the humiliation almost killed him. He punched the ground, the concrete pulverized into tiny pieces and his knuckles bloody. 

Clapping eagerly, Ari urged for him to turn. You hated seeing him in such a vulnerable state. When your gazes met, there was nothing but shame and heartbreak. You didn’t know what to expect once the 100th day arrived, but this definitely was not it.

“Maybe one isn’t enough,” Ari remarked, striding over to Taehyung’s side and tearing his clothes to shreds. “You turn too. Fight each other. You want Jungkook dead and [Y/N] all for yourself, right?”

“Fuck you, I’m not some pawn for you to toy with!”

“Aw, come on. I’m actually helping you out here. I know tonight’s not a full moon, so it’ll hurt like a bitch. But don’t you want [Y/N] to see how sexy it is for you to turn anyway? You said you love her.”

She sauntered back over to you, the White Oak Stake dangerously close to your chest. 

“Either you guys turn and battle each other or this goes through her heart.”

She casted a spell and had the stake hovering in front of your chest and the boys roared with anger, but had no choice. The air thickened with an impending sense of dread. You, restrained and unable to look away, watched as Taehyung and Jungkook grappled with the impending transformation, a painful struggle that unfolded before your eyes.

The first tremors wracked Taehyung's form as his body contorted with the agony of shifting. Bones cracked and muscles rippled beneath his skin, the visceral sounds of transformation echoing in the confined space. His anguished groans reverberated through the cold, unforgiving walls. Without a full moon, this process was far more difficult to go through, but he persevered thanks to the emotional intensity of his love for you.

Beside him, Jungkook's transformation mirrored Taehyung's torment. The once-human features distorted, replaced by the primal visage of a werewolf emerging from the depths within. Claws unsheathed and black fur sprouted, a physical manifestation of the feral power coursing through him.

You’ve watched countless transformations over the years, but none were as painful as this one. It was as if your heart was being incinerated, the connection between you and Jungkook severed. A part of you cherished the pain because it’d be the last time you two would feel each other’s emotions. 

Ari watched with a sadistic smile, leaning close to your ear. 

“This is fun, isn’t it? Love versus obsession. Or maybe love and obsession are the same. They’re trying so hard to save your life.”

Your silence earned a “tsk” from her.

“Don’t feel like talking?” she taunted. “Well get this. Remember how my grandmother was the one who taught me magic? She visits me in my dreams sometimes. Do you want to know what she told me?”

Jungkook and Taehyung’s combined screams of agony made it difficult to focus on her voice, but she leaned in even closer, whispering ever so softly.

“My grandma delved into dark magic once. Your father made a deal with her. He paid her to make your mother fertile. With you.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. You clenched your fists in disbelief and whined, not wanting to hear more.

“That’s right. You were conceived with dark magic. You always told me it seemed like the universe was against you and now you know why. Darkness follows you wherever you go; you’re not meant to be happy. That’s how you were able to use my dark potions. That darkness lives inside you. And it’s your father’s fault.”

Tears welled up in your eyes before cascading down your face. She giggled at your suffering, adding salt to the gaping wound in your heart.

“It must hurt to know every single person in your life has betrayed you in some way. You have no one left.”

The transformations were nearing completion. Sounds of bones snapping and muscles contorting filled the basement, a symphony of agony that echoed the torment of Taehyung and Jungkook’s dual existence. Taehyung's body convulsed, his once-human features now obscured by the emerging gray fur, streaked with haunting shades of white. Jungkook's transformation mirrored the shadows, his form engulfed by inky blackness as he fought against the pain that laced every fiber of his being.

As the final moments of the agonizing metamorphosis approached, the chains binding them groaned under the strain, holding firm until the transformation reached its peak. 

“One more thing,” Ari whispered. “The stake has been spelled to kill Jungkook once he finishes transforming.”

“No!!!” you screamed, although muffled. “Jungkook stop!!!”

Jungkook, having more experience, finished his transformation before Taehyung’s. Ari turned to you with a wicked smile. 

“Enjoy the show, [Y/N].”

You watched in despair as the spelled stake launched through the air straight for Jungkook when Jimin emerged from the shadows, his silhouette cutting through the dim light. His eyes, determined and resolute, locked onto the impending threat aimed at Jungkook. He leaped in the way, the impact of the enchanted stake against Jimin's body resonated through the basement. 

His shoulder had been hit, but it was not a fatal wound. In the stunned silence that followed, Jimin's eyes met Jungkook's with an unspoken understanding. 

The next few minutes were a blur. Taehyung completed his transformation and was liberated from his chains seconds after Jungkook. Ari, relentless in her pursuit, launched another attack at Jungkook, but Jimin intercepted with a spell of his own. You squinted and recognized the blinding glow of Sunghyun’s amulet around his neck. 

The black wolf and Jimin united forces and the two of them battled Ari together. 

Meanwhile, Taehyung sprinted to you, using his teeth to pry the chains from your limbs. As the metal links fell away, you fell on top of the beast’s body. Using his agile speed,. Taehyung bolted out of the building as fast as possible, leaving Jungkook, Jimin, and Ari behind to hash things out.

You clung onto his back as he navigated through a common neighborhood with the veil of nighttime, your fingers tightly entangled in his fur. Though a bit groggy, you could feel whatever was in your system was wearing off gradually. It dawned on you that you were held captive in the Jung family’s old house, specifically the secret basement Professor Jin and Yoongi had uncovered months ago.

Taehyung kept running until he reached the secrecy of the woods. As he eased to a stop, you rolled off his back, laying on the forest floor and taking deep breaths. The wolf nudged your cheek with his nose, a comforting gesture, followed by a few licks to your face, as if to ease your worries. 

As much as you loved the notion, you couldn’t erase the truth of what he had done. You swiftly got to your feet and shook your head.

“Stop. I know what you’re doing.” He lowered his head and let out a whine. Human or wolf form, he had mastered the puppy dog eyes. He nuzzled his head against your side, desperate for solace, but you rejected him. “Taehyung, no!”

As you retreated, your foot came into contact with something, kicking it further backwards. Turning around, the moonlight revealed the mystery object buried in the snow. The sight pulled an involuntary scream from your lips, causing a startle strong enough to make you fall on the cold snow.

There laid your grandmother’s decapitated head and with little effort, you spotted your grandfather’s nearby.

Taehyung had reverted back to his human form and wrapped his arms around you in a protective embrace.

“Shhh, shh,” he cooed in his deep, soothing voice. “It’s okay.”

You pushed him hard enough that he fell onto the snow. “Did you do this?”

His eyes widened as he stared at you, shocked. “I’ve been spending the last few hours TRAPPED because of you. How the hell would I have time to do this?!”

You sat criss-cross, hands on your head in distress. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

He grunted, rising to his feet, and offered you his hand. You peered up, finally registering he was without clothing in the moonlight. The soft glow accentuated every chiseled feature of his handsome face, rendering you speechless. Staring at his hand, you contemplated taking it. 

“No,” you finally said, getting up by yourself. “I don’t even know why I’m apologizing. You brought the hunters here. You were working with Jimin. YOU wanted Jungkook dead.”

“I promise when I conspired with Jimin, he didn’t tell me he was going to kill you. He wanted to be with Jungkook and I wanted to be with you. Believe me, darling. I had no clue of his true intentions.”

You were sick of crying, but that was all you wanted to do. Angry tears were slowly dripping down your face as you used hand gestures to convey your frustration.

“I can’t just forget it all.”

Taehyung cupped your face with both hands, his eyes full of hope and desperation. “But what if you did? Let’s run away together. Start over and forget all this misery.”

“I can’t.”

“You can,” he murmured, placing a chaste kiss on your lips to seal his words. “You and me.”

He continued to kiss you despite your feeble pleas for him to stop. Your tone lacked conviction, perhaps due to exhaustion. Maybe you found a glimmer of belief in his words. Or maybe deep down, you craved his touch to momentarily replace your ache. 

The warmth of his lips, the weight of his breath, the hand on the small of your back—you melted for a fleeting moment. In the end, you had to force yourself to pull away.

“Tae—”

“Allow me to tell you my offer before you make a choice.” He placed his hands on your shoulders, staring deep into your eyes. “If you allow it, I will whisk you away to where you will only experience peace and be loved the way you deserve. In the daytime, I will be your loyal companion, a listening ear, anything your heart requires to feel at ease. Soft kisses, warm candlelight, watching your favorite show on repeat,” he said with a chuckle. Then his eyes darkened with lust. 

“Later deep into the night, I will be your source of release, making love to you for hours on end until you’re drowning in pleasure that humans wish they could experience. Passionate kisses, lingering touches, our sweaty bodies pressed together.”

He squeezed your shoulders with gentle pressure and brought you closer until your chests were touching.”

“I don’t want nobody else. You are all that matters. Not your fertility, not your history. Just you.”

Your resolve was crumbling. Taehyung knew all the right things to say and knew how to make you feel good. You wished things were different but at the moment, you wanted no one. You just wanted things to end.

“Tae… I can’t. I need… I need to be by myself. This is too much.”

“Too much?” Taehyung’s grip on your shoulders suddenly felt tighter. You didn’t even register how fast he pinned you down, hands held above your head. “Was it too much when I fucked you?“

“Stop! What are you doing?”

“Answer me!” He started to grind his cock against your thigh unashamed, the heavy pants causing chills to go down your spine. “Didn’t it feel good? Didn’t you enjoy it?”

He slipped a knee between your legs, pressing down hard enough to elicit a whimper from your lips. 

“Let me take you again. I’ll make sure you feel good.”

He placed searing kisses along your neck much to your dismay. You refused to lay still, squirming around to avoid contact, but you were still too weak to retaliate. 

“S-Stop,” you sobbed. 

He removed his hands from your own and grabbed onto the column of your throat, admiring your struggle. “You always did like it rough. So beautiful. So sexy…”

To your relief, he didn’t choke you but caressed your neck gently like it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Realizing his true intentions behind that action, you summoned every ounce of strength to act quickly. Planting your feet firmly on the ground, you arched your back, utilizing the leverage to break free from Taehyung's hold. In a swift, well-timed move, you twisted your body and managed to flip the situation.

Now he was the one pinned down and you swung at him once. Twice. Then once more to ensure he was unconscious. You let out screams of rage while doing so, hating everything he’s become.

When he no longer moved, you rose from the cold ground, your steps heavy in the snow. That was when he grabbed at your ankles, forcing you to stumble forward.

“There’s no reason to stand,” he said in a venomous tone, “I like you better on all fours.”

The sounds of your struggles entwined with his grunts as he scrambled to lay on top of you, clawing at your body with his greedy hands, not caring how he was shredding your clothes or how you were getting bloody scratches from his nails. He wrapped his arm around you in a secure chokehold and you began to lose vision.

“You sure pack a punch. I’ll bite.”

Taehyung’s eyes shifted to a fiery goldenrod as he bare his fangs, sinking them into the side of your neck harshly. You let out the most blood-curdling scream as crimson dripped down and tainted the snow. It was like the world stood still, the betrayal amplifying the unimaginable pain. 

He finally released you after he got his fill, making an obscene lip-smacking sound after having tasted you. 

“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up. I always claim what’s mine, [Y/N]. And that includes y–”

A sudden blast of magical energy knocked Taehyung off your back and his body landed far away, rolling in the snow until it came into contact with a tree. You’d be sure to thank your savior if you made it out of this alive. All you desired was to fall into a deep slumber, hoping this was a simple nightmare. 

You felt someone’s hand rolling you onto your back and you saw the shiny amulet around his neck. 

“Jimin… what irony…”

“I’m not saving you,” he said, holding the White Oak Stake above you. Seems like he was going to end you for good. “I just needed him out of my way.”

You didn’t have it in you to explain why you deserved to live. Not even for Jungkook’s sake, considering your lives are linked. You closed your eyes and accepted your fate. Jimin watched you carefully, his hand trembling. He couldn’t do it. 

When he was drowning in the lake, the amulet fortunately collided with his body and ended up saving him. He then had an encounter with your grandparents, overhearing them talk about the sire line. He was left in the dark, hating that if he ended you, he’d lose Jungkook too. So he murdered them out of spite for hiding something so crucial.

And now, when his plans were so close to fruition, he just couldn’t risk it. Part of him hoped your grandparents were lying, but what good would that do them now? Their main objective had always been eradicating hybrids. The thought of them going after Jungkook never crossed his mind and he felt incredibly stupid.

You opened your eyes after some time had passed. Jimin was quick to notice, so he raised the stake up high, forcing himself to express determination to kill you. Underneath his facade, you could see the internal struggle raging within him.

“You can’t do it, can you?” you breathed. 

“Shut up!”

“You know about it. The sireline. That’s why you’re hesitating, isn’t it?” Your question reignited the conflict burning within him and he snapped, bringing the stake downwards with force, aiming towards your chest. 

However, your moonstone necklace blazed with intense light, stopping Jimin in his tracks. You couldn't help but notice the eerie similarity to the glow emanating from his amulet when they were in closer proximity. No matter how hard he pushed, the stake wouldn’t budge any further. 

That’s when Taehyung pounced onto Jimin, sinking his teeth into his neck. A struggle unfolded in the snow, but Jimin finally overthrew him. Blood spurted from Jimin’s neck and mouth as he fell to his knees and then collapsed completely. 

You stood up, mirroring Jimin by clutching the side of your neck as you walked toward him. There was no way he was going to survive a second werewolf bite. Not this time. 

Silence lingered between you and Jimin, an unspoken exchange of emotions, a complex tapestry of anger, sadness, and spite colliding with exhaustion, frustration, and burnout.

But the ordeal was far from over.

Taehyung ran over to you, shaking you by the shoulders. 

“Do you fear me? Do you hate me?” His eyes gleamed with madness, a wicked smile on his lips. “Nothing is going to stop us from being together. I want you to do it. Kill me!”

You were tortured by his existence and he knew it, exploiting it to his advantage. But if you ended him, that would be falling right into his twisted trap. With his blood in your system, he’d become a hybrid. 

“N-No.”

“Kill me, [Y/N]! I know you want to! Do it!” He roared, forcefully grabbing your hands and pressing them against his neck. “Strangle me! Rip my heart out!”

“You’re being crazy, stop!!!”

A snarl in the distance froze both of you. As Taehyung looked over his shoulder, a black wolf emerged, lunging at him. Taehyung was jovial in his struggle against the wolf, elated to have his wish granted.

“That’s right. Take your anger out on me. She doesn’t love you anymore! Your love was a sham!”

Jungkook growls intensified, clawing him to a gruesome death. You ran over as fast as you could, desperate to stop him.

“Jungkook no! Don’t do it! He bit me!”

As if your words reached him, Jungkook transformed back into his human form, staring at his blood-covered hands in horror. Seeing your neck wound, guilt consumed him, and he fainted.

"What have I done?" he whispered before collapsing. You caught him just in time.

"Jungkook? Jungkook, wake up!" You patted his face urgently. "No, no. What's going on?"

In the distance, you spotted someone crawling through the snow toward Jimin's dying body. Marching over, you grabbed Ari by the collar.

"Ari, what the hell is happening?! Fix it! You're a witch, you're strong. Do something!"

She shook her head. "I can't… I'm dying too. Jimin and I… we're linked."

“What?!”

“The night of the banquet when we took shots of alcohol… I spelled it to link our lives forever.”

“Oh my god… what about Jungkook? He’s not waking up!”

“Why do you think?” she said in a hoarse whisper. “He and Taehyung are linked too.”

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American Mate (13) - Shall We? (TEASER)

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 13 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 9,681

Work count for Story: 96,460

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work.

Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This chapter does have pack dynamics, possessiveness, history of abuse discussed (bring tissue box), jealousy, forced interactions (phone/in person), and self-doubt.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Knockknockknock

Startling you out of your depressing thoughts, you call out, “Who is it? I am in the bath still.”

“Ma’am, I am Bethan Ann, Omegan Alaskan Bear Hybrid and head of the preparation team. Prime Alpha Kim sent us to get you ready for the Gala. Whenever you are ready, please come out,” calls a sweet voice.

“Oh, is it really that time already?” you comment.

“Yes, ma’am but no worries, we have plenty of time. Prime Alpha Kim stressed the importance of going at your pace to ensure your relaxation,” Bethany Ann informs. “We will wait for you in the living room.”

You think whelp time for solitude is over as you climb out of the bath and dry off. You have to remember that in the future, you can ask the boys for anything, even alone time. They have told you that, and so has their manager, Sejin. 

After slipping on Namjoon’s robe, you cannot help but smile as the scent of leather blends with the vanilla from your bath. Surprisingly, it is a delightful mix. The vanilla softens the leather, offering comfort and a sense of safety. 

Namjoon is the leather boy of the group. Being a Prime Alpha, it makes sense that his scent is naturally stronger. It makes it easier for him to leave his scent behind as a show of possession and territory.

Walking out of the bathroom, a blush settles over your cheeks at the thought of having the Alaskan Timber Wolf hybrid claim possession over you. 

“Ma’am?” asks a younger woman standing at your doorway. “If you please, would you follow me to the living room? Bethany Ann thought that it would be easier for the Alphas of the house to watch you from there without being in the way.”

“Sure, but you won’t have to worry about them. Jimin and Yoongi know to stay out of the area,” you mention, following behind her.

“True, I believe it was the two of them that may have dragged the third one away,” she giggles.

“Oh? Third one? Jungkook?” Your confusion is showing.

“Ah yes, he wasn’t happy with Bethany Ann being present since she is of hybrid descent,” the young lady smiled softly. “He was worried about scent tainting, but Miss Bethany Ann doesn’t have any scent glands.”

“Yep, I was born with them but they weren’t very strong. My mother was human, and my father was a hybrid, which means I only got the smaller scent glands, fluffy hair, body structure, and strange sleeping habits,” Bethany Ann says as she joins the conversation. 

“Oh, I didn’t know that traits would pass down like that,” you say in awe. 

“There are more hybrid mixed humans out there than people are aware of. Many end up losing their physical animal features but keep some of the other behavioral or physical traits.” Bethany Ann smiles.

“How can you not have a scent but you have scent glands?”

Bethany Ann’s smile falters, but before you can withdraw your question, she says, “Bears have glands in either their hands or feet.  I ended up with skin cancer that spread to the scent glands in my feet. I was lucky enough that we caught it and removed the infected tissues before it got any farther.”

“Anyways, we are here to turn you from the pretty woman you already are into a gorgeous princess ready for her ball right?” Bethan Ann says as she has you sit in a salon chair. 

Everything before you that is set up on the vanity before you look brand new: makeup, jewelry, and hair pieces. Bethany Ann is the principal stylist and has two human assistants: Cindy and Kat. 

Bethany Ann oversees your makeup, Cindy works on your hair, and Kat deals with your nails. Soon enough, the three of you laugh, and it feels like you have known them for years. 

You learn that Bethany Ann met Cindy and Kat, a mom-and-kid duo rocking the Cosmetic industry, during BTS’s Love Yourself World Tour. They were set to go on the Map of the Soul tour, which got canceled. However, they got along so well and had an equal love for Ateez that they made their own line of cosmetics called MayNell.

You notice a purple, white, and silver trend in all of the choices. “I take it my dress is purple or white?”

“Ah, well we have a few choices for you that are either purple, white, silver, or black. Namjoon already has his suit ready and we will match his accessories to the color of your dress,” Bethany Ann informs you.

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The Car Conversation Was Actually Validating !

Anyone that pays attention can see that Jungkook can spend all day with Jimin and still miss him when he isn’t near.

Anyone that pays attention can see that Jungkook’s love language is quality time. This is why he so frequently visits Jimin at night, because it’s the only time they have alone together. For Jungkook it doesn’t matter if he spends all day with Jimin if that time is spent with him and other people. This is why we get Tae saying things like “Jungkook is keeping Jimin from coming.” Or why Jikook have been coined the “All nighter friends.” Or why they will stay up ALLLL night together regardless of their busy schedules…it’s the only time they ever have alone together. 

So why do I say all this…I say this because some people struggle with not seeing the big picture...or to put it more simply they struggle with contextualizing conversations like the Car Conversation.

In the car conversation Jungkook and Jimin both implied they hadn’t spent time together due to their conflicting schedules. And we all knew this. This is what every Jikooker was shouting since their solo careers started. When Jimin was busy Jungkook was not, when Jungkook was busy, Jimin was not. This made it difficult for them to see each other. That said, we also know for a FACT that they did see each other within that time. Jungkook goes to JM’s rehearsal, Jungkook records Letter in the studio with JM, Tae and Jimin hangout with Jungkook, they have drinks together before Jins enlistment, they see each other at concerts, JM mentions discussing music over drinks with Jungkook for hours, JK mention (although disputed) JM moving his lamp, Jungkook and JM both correspond over lives together, and there are other times we can suspect Jm was over JK's. So it’s clear that they did see each other and talk during their busy schedules.

SO why did JK speak as though they never did? It goes back to what I mentioned first...Jungkook seems to quickly go through Jimin withdrawals...he often looks sad the minute Jimin is pulled away from him and simply doesn't like it.

Or sometimes JK would even cheat if it meant being near or on the same team as Jimin.

Above all else, JUngkook desires Jimin's time and attention. He wanted JM to make more of an effort to see him, which is why JM defends himself in this conversation with but "I did call you."

But, the calls and the times they did see each other weren't enough for JK. Most of the times they’d seen each other was around other people, it wasn’t quality time. Jungkook was used to seeing Jimin daily…and that daily went to once every blue moon and often with other people around. Jungkook was clearly bothered by this…the car conversation and Jungkook’s lives made this clear. Jungkook was not okay with this distance .

Jungkook in that same conversation says if it weren't for these trips they probably wouldn't have ever been able to hang…in my opinion this statement alludes to his busy work schedule and ultimately their enlistment ."We wouldn't have been able to have quality time together prior to enlistment" is the sentiment I felt. Jimin responds looking into JK's soul "that's why I came here" Neither one of them knew at this point that they were going to be able to enlist together, so in their minds if they weren't able to do these trips they would have been separated for a year and a half. So when Jungkook said “you’re here finally,” this was elation…it’s a sign that their “distance” wasn’t by choice. It was circumstance. They wanted to be together. and now that they were he was happy!

People taking this conversation to mean they aren't that close are wild... because it actually proves the opposite! They are incredibly close...so close in Jimin's own words he went to NYC and Connecticut and did this show to be spend time with Jungkook. And even Jungkook in the midst of his busy schedule did this show to spend time with Jimin. If that does not SCREEEEEAAAAAM closer than close to you . . . Than think about what he said a little deeper . .

Jimin wanted to spend time with Jungkook so he planned to travel to NYC to see him, but due to military restrictions he could only travel out of country for work, so he came up with the idea for a travel show. All to spend time with Jungkook. This can be downplayed but JM confirmed this by saying..."that's why I came here!" And what was Jungkook's response to all this... "you're finally here." Not just yay you're hear...no...you're finally here!

So if that convo got you doubting ask yourself why? We been knew they weren't hanging out as much as they were before due to work schedules,,,this convo confirmed it. We been knew JK was struggling with not having his Jimmy (don't let that laugh fool you) this convo confirmed it. We speculated this whole travel show was a ruse to spend time together...JM slick confirmed it!