#jin fanficton

[rosie4sstuff]

Why isn’t the more fanfic on Ghost of Tsushima? Like I would love fanfiction about the characters in the game, reacting to the future or peoples thought of how a sequel could’ve been. I would do it myself, but I can’t write :,)

(Mans is so fine 🖐️😔)

[miagwynwrites]

I don’t wanna be sappy and shit but I wanna write a cute lil marriage thingy where your partner looks for a pretty ring and you go look for a pretty dress and like make wedding plans and you hubby asks for your parents’ blessing and all that old times cute shit like I wanna write a hubby yonghoon and have wanted to for years but I also love the idea of hubby Geummie and hubby seunghoon :( idk but I would love to write something cutesy and marriage feels cause I’m having a time :(

I wish I could find someone to write for my favs and if the take requests but all the people that wrote either don’t write for who I like if they don’t write anymore or both or they don’t know about my favs ugh :( just feeling really icky with the sad and lonely lately and I want something wholesome and cute but I suck at writing lol :(

[littlemisskookie]

Love Me and Leave Me

Love Me and Leave Me Ship: Princess!Reader | Prince!Jin | Maid Description: Royalty!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU. You had no objections when you heard of your engagement to a faraway prince. In fact, you were elated! Especially when you caught sight of his handsome face and charming personality. You could see yourself falling for him easily. The only problem? He’s in love with someone else. Warnings: Impregnation Kink, Virgin Kink, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Intercourse, Oral, Multiple Orgasms, Cum Play, Handjob, Overstimulation, Infidelity? Angst, Slight Fluff, Slight Crack Word Count: 9,964

When you were told you were engaged to the eldest prince of a nearby kingdom, you had no objections.

Not as in you simply were quietly submitting because it was your duty- you were genuinely looking forward to it.

The quicker you were married the quicker you could get to the throne. Sure, some other princesses were distraught by the news, scared they'd be married to some old king, but you were lucky enough to get a prince. You liked to look on the bright side of things. Besides, arranged marriages have instances where they work- maybe if you were lucky you'd fall in love with the mystery man. A girl can dream, right? It would be just like the fairytales.

You heard he was the most handsome of them all. Prince Seokjin, eldest of the seven brothers. This marriage would align your two kingdoms and would be a joyous celebration.

So sure enough, upon your first meeting together you were absolutely ecstatic.

He was more beautiful than his portrait- a true show stopper. Plump lips and broad shoulders? Yes, please. He was as polite as he was handsome, kind as he insisted on pulling out your chair, instead of just having the staff do it. He made good conversation, with corny jokes you couldn't help at laugh at. Not because they were funny, but because they were stupid.

You really hit the jackpot with this one. The two of you agreed to get married immediately, your parents relieved to have no protest from their children.

As you sat there, seeing him animately laugh at his own joke as your families collectively shake their heads in playful disappointment, you only had one thought.

I can see myself falling in love with this man already.

There was only one problem, though.

He was in love with another.

You were approaching his bedchambers, his lounge for the time being before the two of you would be moved to the King's chambers, the coronation taking place with the wedding. Might as well save money and have two ceremonies in one, right?

You were about to ask him if he'd prefer your dress to be cream or pure white- (He was always so involved in your wedding planning, wanting to truly make it belong to the two of you instead of just hiring some wedding planner. You were so relieved to find out he wouldn't leave you to your own devices.)- when you heard something strange.

A moan.

No, not just that. A female moan.

You halted your footsteps, deathly quiet as you stood before the bedroom door, already slightly ajar. You were paralyzed.

A breathy sigh was followed with a grunt, the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the creaking of a bed as the headboard knocked ever so lightly against the wall.

"You're so tight, you feel incredible like always."

"Jinnie, oh my God-"

"Feel good baby?"

"Feels so great. More, Jinnie, please-"

"Anything for you."

The moans get louder along with the knocking of the headboard against the wall, and you wonder how no one else had come to discover the two. Creeping forward you look between the crack to see your prince with his lover.

You recognized the woman. She was one of the servants that came with Seokjin's family when he moved in for wedding preparations. You noticed she gave him a longing look- but that's what everyone gave him. Who could blame her? He was stunning, charming, and a prince no less.

Perhaps you should've noticed how he looked at her.

The two of them were naked, the sheets a mess and pillows tossed on either side of them. He was on top of her, her feet dangling on either side of his head, hanging on his shoulders. Her legs were spread and her head was hung back, mouth agape as she moaned, overcome with pleasure. Jin gripped her thighs, his hips moving fast in a familiar rhythm, sweat covering his forehead. He looked beautiful, even when he was sweaty and grunting anomalistically.

You couldn't help but feel yourself blush, face turning red as you brought your hand over your mouth, attempting to suppress any noise of shock. You could feel your face burning up beneath your palm, along with a betraying knock of arousal in the pit of your stomach. It was unlike you, looking at such a scene, and it felt like an invasion of privacy.

Still, you couldn't pry your eyes from the pornographic image, the intimacy between the two. You had no experience with this sort of thing- staying a virgin with the full intent of giving it to your future husband, just as you were raised to.

You should be appalled by this scene. Instead of being the lady you were raised to be, to silently walk away from the scene, you stayed watching, feeling your entire body ignite.

Maybe it was the scent of sex that hung in the air. Maybe it was the moans. Maybe it was simply because you had no frame of reference when it came to sex, and this was to sate your curiosity. More than likely it was all three.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" The girl let out a whine as Jin leaned forward, pinning her more firmly into the mattress as her legs bent back with him. His lips met hers, a sloppy kiss as the two interjoin more completely, chest to chest.

"I love you," he says breathlessly, the moment the kiss breaks.

"I love you too, Jinnie. I'm gonna cum, I-"

"Me too, love. Come with me."

Her eyes roll back and he presses his hips more firmly into her ass, letting out a low groan as he empties himself into her. The two stay like that for a moment, still joined together, breathless and sweaty as they stare into each other's eyes.

"I love you so much," he says tenderly, touching her face with a soft caress, as though he weren't fucking her into the mattress seconds before.

"I love you too, Jinnie," she says, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Why the tears, love?"

"Oh, you're getting married!" she cries, voice cracking. The two break apart, but he holds her in his arms, tight against his chest as she softly cries. For one who wasn't raised a lady, she sure knew how to cry daintily. "How am I supposed to feel?"

"I know, I know. I wish I could marry you, I really do."

"You're getting married to a princess. What need will you have with me?"

"Don't say that."

"I'm just going to be the nanny to your child, watching you play house with your pretty little wife! I can't just be a side piece."

"Hey, hey! Don't say that. Don't. You'll never be that, understand? I love you. I've been in love with you since we were little kids, I grew up with you. You know that."

"I know, but," she sniffs, wiping away a tear, "what about her?"

"What about her? She's a stranger. We're doing this because it's our duty."

"But she's pretty, she knows how to read. She's beautiful and educated and refined and rich! What am I? I'm a grubby little servant."

"You're the one I love. You're the one I choose."

"Then prove it."

"How?"

She thinks for a moment before turning to him. "Run away with me. Don't marry her. We can take some of your family heirlooms and run to some estate or something in a faraway kingdom. We can start our own family and forget all of this."

Jin's silent at that, simply staring at her in the dark.

Her face crumples. "Oh, I knew it. You want me to just act as... as some concubine! To be-"

"Let's do it."

"...What?"

"I'm serious. We can run away. We'll have to come up with a plan, but let's do it."

"You really mean that?" she asks softly.

"I do," he says, cradling her face in his, giving her small pecks all over her face. "I choose you. I choose you over a kingdom, over a crown, over a princess. That's how much you mean to me. I'll always choose you."

With that, you walk away.

You had to come up with a plan.

-

"Prince Seokjin, darling," you greet, a fake smile plastered on your face as you waltz your way over to him.

He was busy smelling different flowers that were offered, the maids before him beaming and urging him to pick their own, as though it would indicate he was truly choosing one of them. Once he heard your call, though, he turned, beaming at you with that brilliant smile of his.

"Princess Y/N! You look radiant as always," he says, your hand coming up in a familiar motion as he lets his plump lips press against it.

He's a marvelous actor, you think to yourself. You supposed he had plenty of practice. There was no way his parents would tolerate him being in love with a mere servant girl- he had to have snuck her around his own palace for years.

"How's the wedding planning going?"

"I think I've gone nose blind. It appears I cannot distinguish between even roses and tulips!"

You smile at that. "Why, you must truly be going mad."

"Oh, not at all. I find it a good pastime, actually. Feels easier to plan a wedding than to plan a war."

"Well, we can only pray we won't be entering one of those in our lifetimes," you muse.

"Gift for the grandkids, I reckon," he winks.

You can't help but chuckle at that. "I, too, have found myself invested in the planning. I was going to ask you what color dress you'd like me to wear. It's approaching so soon- the seamstresses are getting anxious for my decision. The dress appears to be the most difficult of all, though."

"I do think the color silver suits you. Iridescent, like the moon," he says.

Ah yes, his lover was the sun, outshining you always as you hung in the background, always there and always leering, only visible to him when she was away. You were sure, however, that she thought the same about you. The truth was, however, that she was Juliet and you were Rosaline.

"Sounds perfect. I'll notify them immediately."

"Best to hurry the wedding along. Seems the sooner in approaches the more hectic the castle gets. Everyone's so busy, they have hardly any time to even pay attention to the bride and groom," he notes.

Clever. With how busy everyone was, no one would notice his disappearance. By the time someone did, he and the servant girl would be far gone.

"I truly cannot wait to get married," you beam.

"As am I, dear," he smiles.

"Might we take a break from these busybodies and take a walk around the quarters? I still have much to learn about my future husband," you say.

He offers his arm, which you link your own around. "But of course! Perhaps along the way, I'll regain my sense of smell."

The two of you depart, slowly trickling out of the crowds, out of ballrooms and hallways and into passageways. All of the servants were too busy to know where you were, or to occupy these small spaces. It was the perfect place to whisper into each other's ears without the worry of being overheard. Whether those whispers were sweet nothings or secrets, no one would know.

It wasn't until you were sure no one was near that you unlinked your arm from his, your false, cheery demeanor dropping immediately.

"So, tell me about your lover, Jinnie."

The prince freezes in his tracks, stunned. He raises his hand, opening his mouth to say something, but you're quick.

"Don't make another move."

You lift your skirt, the hem reaching to your waist as you bunch up the fabric, revealing the knife strapped to your thigh.

Seokjin gulps, taking a step back. "Do you always carry a knife on you, Your Highness?"

"Not always," you admit. "Only when I'm alone with a man. A lady like myself should know better than to be in closed quarters with one and engaged or not, you're a stranger. I don't know what your reaction will be to knowing your secret is revealed."

"How much do you know?"

"Enough. She's a servant girl from your palace, one you grew up with. You love her, and she loves you. The two of you plan to run away together. Am I incorrect?"

"Not in the slightest," he says, shaking his head. "I truly got the brightest bride, didn't I?"

"Enough with the flattery, Seokjin. We can cut the bullshit with each other now," you say bluntly.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Princess. I promise you that." He raises his hands in surrender. "Secret or not, I wouldn't dare lay a hand on a lady."

You look at him skeptically, quirking a brow, your hand hovering over the knife. "Why should I believe a word you say?"

"I'm simply a man in love, who wants the freedom to love. Is that such a crime?"

"It is, and you know what the consequences are," you remind him. Still, you release the fabric, letting the skirt flow back down to cover your legs. "Surely you know the danger there is. It would cost both of you your heads- hers, at the very least."

"So what? Are you going to turn us in?" He still holds his hands up, searching your eyes, trying to find answers. "Are you scorned to know you never stood a chance? That I wasn't the faithful prince you dreamt of?"

"Once you leave I'll be humiliated. I've been groomed for perfection, to marry the best. So when the best runs away, it'll only be presumed that I'm not perfect enough. Shame will be cast on my family and kingdom, and I'll be forced to marry another. It might not even be one of your brothers, and perhaps our kingdoms will war against one another."

Seokjin hangs his head. "You'd have every right to turn me in."

"There would still be shame, perhaps even more. To know I was replaced by a servant girl- there'd be public outrage. The Cinderella concept doesn't work as well in real life as one might think."

"So what're you going to do? Kill me here before anyone finds out? Cover it up and frame it as something else and carry on the wedding with one of my brothers?" Seokjin's eyes harden as he clenches his jaw. "You can do whatever you wish with me, as long as you promise me she stays out of it. I want her safe and happy. You can send her far from this kingdom if you so wish, but I want her safe. Do that, and even if you kill me I'll die a happy man."

"Don't be barbaric," you say, huffing. "I'm going to help you."

The prince's eyes widen in shock, and he sputters, lowering his arms. "Wait- wait, what?"

You finally let out a genuine smile, amused by his reaction. "I'm going to help you two escape, my dear Prince."

"I- thank you so much- but why?"

"You two are going to need help. All of the known exits are going to be blocked by guards- an effort to prevent incoming assassins from crashing the wedding. This is my palace, not yours. I'm not sure how things run in your kingdom, but our security is top-notch. You'd never stand a chance, even now. And I'm not doing this to save just my own reputation, mind you. I find you charming, handsome, and a suitable husband. I could see myself falling in love with you, Prince Seokjin."

"Then why do you wish to let me run away with another?"

"Because I refuse to be the evil queen who prevents love from blooming. You deserve the freedom to love. You found the real thing- who am I to stop you? You'd be unhappy as my husband, and so would your lover. They say, happy wife, happy life, but what about the other way around?"

"You're truly doing this out of the goodness of your heart?"

"Not quite. As with all things, there's a catch," you admit.

"Name your price. I'll do whatever you wish," he promises.

You hold up your hand, silencing him. "Hear my conditions before you make any promises, Prince. Surely even you should know negotiation tactics. First and foremost, you'd still have to go through with the wedding and coronation. We still need our kingdoms joined, and the title will grant me far more power than I would have as a princess. I'd rather not wait until the next wedding to gain the crown. It'll make your escape run much smoother, which we'll start after all is said and done. Soonest we can do is about three months after the wedding and coronation when all of the guests are gone and things have simmered down. We'll need to prepare food, money, carriage, and living arrangements in the meantime to prepare for the escape."

"I can understand that much. I'm sure that'll be fine," he says.

"That's not quite the catch, though. I'm not sure your lover will be too fond of this one, either," you tell him. "There's another reason we'll have to wait until three months for you two to leave. It'll take at least that long for me to find out if I'm pregnant."

The prince's eyes widen comically at that. "Pregnant?"

You nod firmly. "Once you two have escaped, saying either you ran away or faking your death, they can always cancel the alliance or marry me to another. With a baby, however, the kingdoms would still remain permanently joined, and I won't be forced to marry another, on account that I'll no longer be a virgin. My main purpose anyway is to raise an heir, so this will give me at least 18 years to rule until they're of age. There would be no need for a king so long as I do the job myself. I also refuse to let rumors run amok about my baby being a bastard, for that matter. Once I show signs of pregnancy, it'll be your indicator to leave."

"So you mainly need me to knock you up?" Seokjin questioned. "Make sure it's me?"

"I have no doubt the baby will grow to be as beautiful as you, Seokjin. Genes like that don't just skip a generation," you say, trying to lighten the mood. "As I said, those are my conditions. They are non-negotiable. Unless you wish to continue sneaking your lover around for, perhaps, the next 18 years. And considering the fact I had simply stumbled upon one of your trysts during the night, I'd say you're lucky you haven't gotten caught sooner. I suggest you talk to her about the conditions and gain her approval."

"She'll agree, even at the price. Neither of us will be necessarily thrilled about the ordeal, but it's well worth it." Seokjin laughs for a moment. "You're a beautiful princess, anyway."

"And you're alright with everything? You do realize that we'd have to consummate our marriage several times to increase the likelihood of pregnancy."

"I'm well aware."

"And you'll be alright with abandoning your child?"

Seokjin's quiet at that.

"Perhaps I'll sneak in a visit once or twice," he says quietly. "Should a kid really be without a father?"

"They'll have to be," you say. "I'll raise them splendidly, though. I'll give them father figures to spare. And maybe I'll let them visit a quiet manor once in a while to visit a lord and a lady, perhaps faraway cousins. And maybe, just maybe, they'll look into your eyes and see their own. Maybe they'll even think of you as the father they never had."

Seokjin's eyes soften as he looks at you. "You're a far better person than I am, Princess."

You smile weakly, reaching forward to brush your fingers against his cheek. "I know."

You slip away, gliding at a familiar pace already, but stop. You turn your head to the side to look at him. "Tell them roses are overrated and to try and get something periwinkle. I think the color will compliment my dress."

-

It was the eve of the wedding, and anxiety was starting to overtake you. Why were you nervous? You had planned everything out. It wasn't like you'd even have to commit to the man, dreading a life with him. The concept of you having cold feet would be utterly ridiculous.

You were in the middle of a relaxation period, one maid combing your hair and another massaging your shoulders when there was a knock at your door.

"Come in," you call, not bothering to look their way.

Surprisingly, you see Prince Seokjin with his lover, though she stands demurely behind him, head bowed the same as any other maid.

"Why, my betrothed, what a surprise," you say, smiling to him. "You're lucky I wasn't trying on my wedding dress."

"Never took you as the superstitious type, darling," he chuckled, nodding to his lover to close the door behind him.

You turn to your own maids, waving your hand. "You're dismissed. I wish to speak to my fiancé. You needn't worry about us partaking in wedding night shenanigans- I'll make sure his maid is present. I'm sure neither of us will have trouble refraining ourselves from tomfoolery."

The maids bow deeply, quickly departing from the room.

You turn to the couple, a warm smile on your face. "Getting cold feet, Seokjin?"

"Not at all- simply pre-wedding jitters," he assures you.

You look over to the maid, stepping closer. You tried to keep your interactions with her scarce- the less you knew of her the better. Still, you tilted her chin up with your hand, urging her to stop staring at her feet and instead into your eyes. "And you? You're still alright with the arrangements?"

It had come to no surprise that she had agreed to your conditions, despite the fact she was unsettled with some of the standards. Still, she was compliant.

"I am, Princess," she confirms. "It's a happy compromise."

"If only lords had that wisdom," you muse to yourself. You clap your hands, remembering something. "Speaking of! Your manor is almost done. It'll take two months to complete, so by the time your murder or departure is announced, whichever you choose, you'll have a home all ready."

"Are you sure three months will be enough time for them to believe you hadn't murdered me for power?" the prince questions.

"That is a good concern, but I don't think there'll be any turn about. No matter how much time passes, there will be rumors. The most we can do is act as in love as possible during your stay here. An endless honeymoon phase."

"I've heard some of the other servants gossip already about how the love is legitimate," his lover mentions. "They say it's something straight out of a fairytale."

"At least we know we're on the right track," you confirm. "So are we confirming it'll be a murder?"

"Less shame. It'll be cleaner that way. I may be leaving my family, but I know they'd grieve more over their own misfortune than my death. This will have the least amount of casualties," he answers.

"And we can claim that she was the one who killed you, perhaps? It would explain her disappearance as well."

"How will we stage the fake death, then?" Seokjin ponders over it. "We've been thinking about it for days now, and I can't come up with anything."

"That's why I'm the planner in this relationship, my Prince," you chortle. "Type A, remember? I've been thinking about it as well. I was thinking we could go hunting, perhaps a game of chase. We can bring a few servants, and I'll separate with you two momentarily. By the time my own ladies in waiting catch up with me, I'll be mourning, claiming that the maid that had come along with you pushed you into a rushing river, sweeping your body away and that she had run away. I'd most likely have to get a cut or two to make it seem as though I was also attacked. While the rest are looking for either Seokjin's body or the murderess, you two will be departing in a nearby carriage, where new clothes, food, and whatever else you'll need for the journey will be provided."

"You're brilliant!" Seokjin exclaims, giving you a peck on the cheek.

His lover's eyes brim with tears, and in a rush of emotion, embraces you, her arms wrapping around you as she pulls you close. "Thank you, Your Highness. You're a blessing to us, and you'll be a blessing to the people. We owe you our lives."

"Well, it'll be in exchange for a new one," you remind her, stiff as you were unfamiliar with the feeling of a hug. "Need I remind you we'll begin tomorrow?"

She stiffens as well at the reminder, releasing you. "Oh... yes..."

"And you're still on board?"

"It must be done. It's a small price to pay."

Was it though? It was a child.

You compose yourself, smoothing your hands over your clothes to get rid of wrinkles. "Well, I suppose I must get ready for bed. We have a long day ahead of ourselves, don't we?"

"Indeed. Tomorrow we'll be husband and wife," Seokjin says.

"We'll be king and queen," you add.

"And in three months we'll be gone," the maid whispers lowly.

-

Your dress was truly enchanting, an iridescent glow keeping all eyes on you as you walked down the aisle. It had a long train and high neck with a low back, all of it shimmering with every move you made. The veil you wore concealed your face, though beneath you wore golden lids and a tint that made your lips look like flower petals. One arm was linked with your father's, the King, and the other held a bouquet of periwinkles.

Any whispers or talks were immediately quiet, a shush amongst the people as you approached the altar, the oh so handsome prince waiting eagerly. You kept in beat with the tune the musicians played, hoping the song would be enough to mask the sound of your racing heart.

You reached the altar sooner than you would've hoped, and soon your father placed your hand in Seokjin's. The two of you interlocked fingers, giving one another a familiar, anxious smile before turning to the minister.

You could feel Seokjin's pulse through his hand, and you were sure he could do the same. You wondered if either of you were even listening as the minister questioned him about if he intended to stay true to you, caring for you in sickness and in health, as well as serve the kingdom as the new ruler. He asked you the same, and you were all too eager to answer "I do!" to every question he threw at you, though you knew you had no intention of keeping true to the promises made in regards to your husband.

The first to be crowned was Seokjin, a velvet cape being draped over his shoulders and a golden scepter in his free hand. A golden crown was placed upon his perfectly combed hair, fitting perfectly. You felt your heart race impossibly faster once it was your turn, a lighter cape being placed upon your shoulders. You couldn't help but shudder at the feeling of the crown on your head, a silver one to remind the people that though you were Queen, the King came first. It was beautiful, though, silver and littered with diamonds and emeralds.

"I now present to you, for the very first time, your King and Queen! You may now kiss the bride!"

Funny, that you were about to kiss Seokjin for the first time when tonight you'd be doing a lot more. You didn't think to ask before, considering it disrespectful to his relationship, but now you regret it.

Seokjin lifts your veil to reveal your face to both him and the public. You blink up at him expectantly, eyes trained on the plush, parted lips.

"You look beautiful," he says beneath his breath.

Hurry up and lay one on me.

As though reading your mind, he presses his lips against your own. They're softer than you dreamt of, enveloping yours, his mouth firm against your own. Your own lashes flutter shut as you pull him slightly closer, your hand coming up to his face to cradle his cheek.

The two of you break apart, gleeful smiles on your faces, almost as though you had gotten the hardest part over with.

But that was yet to come.

-

You look over to your husband, the two of you sitting on the lavish, silk sheets, neither of you moving. You weren't sure what was preventing you from taking action. After all, virginity was truly, at its core, a concept. You were a woman who liked to take charge and had more than enough confidence in herself and her capabilities.

The room had been set up as one would expect- candles, petals, chocolates. You had eaten three pieces already.

What was the hold-up?

You turn to Seokjin, taking in a deep breath as you finally made the first move, slowly removing your clothes. His eyes raked down your figure, Adam's apple bobbing up and down the column of his throat, seeing you in your unmentionables, your impeccable clothes now discarded to the floor.

"Do you like it?" you question, combing your fingers through your hair in an attempt to loosen it up.

"I..." He licks his lips. "I do. I like it a lot."

"I'm glad." You inch closer to him, reaching for his hand and pressing it against your cheek, slowly getting on top of him. "You know, I won't get pregnant if you can't touch me."

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm not usually like this. It's just been a while since I've been with anyone else. It's new... like... fresh, I suppose," he explained.

"If it helps, you can simply think of it as a transaction. Simply business. No offense to you, but I don't expect much. Or you can simply think of her in my place," you offer.

"No, that'd be unfair to you. I want to make you feel good, really," he says. As though mustering up the courage, he finally leans in, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is tender, sweet. It's slow and builds up, letting you two take your time at a leisure pace, knowing you didn't have to rush.

He breaks the kiss apart. "Also, I still take offense to the 'not expecting much'. I don't know what other guys you've been with, but I've been told I'm rather generous."

You couldn't help but snort at that. "Oh, please. I hope the baby doesn't inherit your cockiness."

He rolls his eyes, kissing you again, this time more firm as he begins to run his hands over your body. You're tense, but welcome the touch, the foreign sensation of having someone else's hands on you filling you with adrenaline. His hands squeeze your breasts, removing more garments from you before rolling the nipples beneath his thumbs, humming into your mouth as he felt them harden at his touch.

You find yourself enjoying the sensation, drawing him closer as he breaks the kiss apart, mouth on your breasts to simulate the hardened buds. You tilt your head back, concentrated on the feeling of his mouth against your hot skin, his hands along your back as he tried to push you further against his mouth.

Once he's done he pulls back, making you yelp in alarm as he flips you over onto the bed. "Fun fact, I prefer to be on top," he grins, causing you to swat him in the chest.

"Less talking and more doing. Take your clothes off too- it's weird if I'm the only one who's naked."

He complies, obviously having no sense of insecurity as he yanks his shirt over his head, pulling his pants down until he was only in his underwear. You couldn't help but let your eyes linger on his body, admiring the broad shoulders and smooth skin. You only tore your eyes away when you caught sight of the typical cocky smirk.

"Like what you see, Princess?"

"That's Queen to you."

"My mistake," he chuckles, spreading your legs apart before removing the last undergarment, leaving you completely bare before him. He settles between your legs, large hands spread against your thighs as he slowly inches them apart, revealing your wet heat.

"Wait," you said, suddenly nervous.

"What is it? Did I do something wrong?" he questioned, hands immediately off of you.

"No, no, you did nothing wrong. I just..." You took in a deep breath. "You should know that I've never... done anything with anyone before. This is my first time."

He pauses at that, soaking in the information. "You're a virgin?"

"I... Yeah."

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed from how you were climbing me like a tree back there."

You flush red, smacking him in the chest again as he laughs. "I did not, you buffoon!"

"I'm joking, I'm joking! Still, you have more confidence than most. I would've assumed you weren't."

"Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I'm completely 'innocent' and devoid of confidence and sexuality. Virginity is closer to a social construct and doesn't dictate purity in the slightest, but is instead a prudish and sexist concept that is meant to determine a woman's worth and a man's masculinity."

"I agree with that, trust me. You have a point," Seokjin admits.

"So... You're ok with me being a virgin? You being my first, I mean?"

"Are you kidding? It's... You're going to think I'm weird."

"Spit it out, already."

"Well, not going to lie, but it's really fucking hot."

"You're joking."

"I'm not!" Hesitantly, he takes your hand, pressing it against his clothed dick. You gasped in surprise, the erection far bigger than you had suspected it to be. He whimpers slightly at your touch as you press your palm down a bit harder, rubbing your hand against it.

"Why does me being a virgin turn you on so much?" you asked him, curious.

"I don't know. I guess it's the thought that you trust me enough to be your first? That I'll be the first man ever to do anything to you, with you. I'll be the first inside you." You felt his dick twitch under your palm at that. "I know you went on that whole shpeal about how it's a construct and doesn't determine your purity, but it really does make it feel like I'm going to corrupt me."

"Funny how your first time corrupting me is going to also knock me up."

Another twitch.

"You're going to make me cum in my underwear if you keep talking like that," he hissed. "We haven't even gotten to the fun part, yet."

"Alright, stick it in me then."

"No!" Seokjin swatted your hand away. "I've got to prepare you first so that it doesn't hurt. Especially considering the fact that you're a virgin. I'll be gentle of course, but it'll go a lot easier if you're wet."

"I'm already wet."

"Just trust me on this, ok? Spread your legs for me."

You couldn't help but shudder at his words, obeying his command as you reveal once again your core, hearing him let out a sharp hiss.

"You look really good like this," he says, licking his lips as he slowly descends down your body. "I'm the luckiest husband in the world."

"Does that mouth ever stop- ohh."

His mouth licked a stripe up your slit, hands pressed against your inner thighs as you attempted to cage him in. He let his tongue run over your folds, tasting what you had to offer before giving you a gentle suck on your clit, feeling your thighs already quiver at the action. He grins, coming back up. "What were you saying about my mouth?"

"Shut up and get to it."

He doesn't need any further instruction, proceeding as he eats you out, alternating between tasting you straight at the source and making your stomach twist with sharp sucks against your clit. He took his time, meticulous, french kissing your cunt with skill. He took the time to try and learn what you liked and didn't like, your moans getting louder when he paid more attention to your clit, and small whimpers emitting from your mouth when he proceeded to tongue fuck you.

Slowly he let one of his hands slide off your thigh, a digit circling your entrance before slipping in easily, the copious arousal preventing friction. Your body jerked slightly when he curled it, searching for your g-spot. When he found it you were letting out breathy gasps, fingers coming to his hair to push him further into you. As always, he complied, repeatedly curling his fingers as he ate you out, moaning into your head to send vibrations throughout your core.

"Oh my God, Seokjin, fuck."

"Mm?"

"More, please," you moaned, screwing your eyes shut as you focused on the pleasure.

"More what?"

"More fingers. Want you to fill me."

"That mouth is fucking dangerous," he growled. Slowly he inched in the second digit, your walls accommodating them as he scissored your cunt, stretching you out. It wasn't long before you could handle a third, his thick fingers providing a pleasurable burn you couldn't help but crave.

An odd feeling was brought up in the pit of your stomach, and you pulled harder at Seokjin's hair, heels digging into his back.

"I-I'm going- fuck, I-"

"That's right, cum for me," he growled, words muffled by your wet heat.

You felt it sooner than you could process it, an orgasm washing throughout your body in a wave of euphoria. It was better than even literature could describe, and despite how much you read and wondered about the real thing, even experimenting with yourself, it was nothing compared to the real thing.

Your breathing was hard, panting for air as he came back up. The visual stimulus of his handsome face smeared with your juices, his reward for eating you out as though you were his last meal on death row.

"How're you holding up, Your Majesty?" he chuckled, proud of himself. "I don't think you lasted even eight minutes."

You weren't in the mood to counter his gloating, instead reaching for his underwear, shucking them to the floor. He let out a gasp of surprise as you unapologetically wrapped your hand around his length, slowly pumping him.

"Fuck, you're so big," you said, mouth agape in awe. You were unsure if it was because you simply had no other frame of reference to compare him to or because he really was that big, but something told you that the sweet spots he'd be able to reach and the pleasurable stretch would be worth it. "Want you inside me."

"Yeah? Want me to give you a baby?" He groaned, bucking his hips as your hand continued to pump his length. "Tighter, just like that. Oh, fuck."

"Want you to fill me up with this big cock. Want you to fill me up with cum." Your mouth didn't seem to have a filter, your thoughts bubbling to the surface. You were cock drunk, it seemed, focused more on it than your own dignity. Oh, what your etiquette teachers would think if they saw you now.

"I'm ready," he said, removing your hand. "I don't want to blow my load too early. Want to cum inside you."

You laid back down, letting him climb on top of you, the head circling your entrance.

"I'm gonna go slow. Just tell me if it hurts, ok?" He seemed so sincere, staring into your eyes as though he was truly concerned he'd harm you.

You simply bucked your hips up against him, urging him closer. "I'll be ok."

He slowly pushes in, and you bite your lip, toes curling as he sinks the head in, the thickest part. You can already feel a bit of a burn as your walls stretched around to accommodate him. He studied your reaction, making sure you were alright before sinking in, slowly as he went inch by inch. You savored each second, eyes screwed shut as you toss your head back, lip caught between your teeth.

With each grimace or wince you gave, Seokjin placed a kiss on your forehead, assuring you that you'd be alright and that the pain would be over soon. You simply tried to concentrate on his voice, how low and oddly soothing it was.

It wasn't until he was balls deep in you, bottoming out, that you truly processed it. You were no longer a virgin, from this moment forward. Society saw you as tainted, taken, and impure.

And you loved it.

Seokjin buried his head in your shoulder, biting down as he tried to refrain from moving. "You're- fuck, you're tighter than I expected. I should've prepared you more. You feel so good."

Your pussy clenched around him at that, only making his arms buckle slightly above you.

"Move."

"You sure?" he questions.

You nod. "Yeah, I'm alright. Go."

He's slow, rocking his hips back and forth, the movements shallow. You couldn't help but watch where your bodies were connected, fascination evident in your eyes. There was a subtle pain, but not as much as you were expecting, and once it subsided you began to feel good. Before you knew it the two of you were moaning, his thrusts deeper and less careful, his more animalistic side creeping in to replace the sweet, tender lover.

You whimpered, nails digging into his back, raking down. He let out a hiss above you, gritting his teeth, though he showed no complaints. If you had drawn blood, he seemed to only let it fuel him further.

"G-Gonna fill me up? Get me pregnant?" you stammered, eyes rolling back. "Give me your baby?"

"Fuck, yeah, gonna make sure this tight pussy gets filled."

"You l-like fucking a virgin's cunt?"

"Feels like heaven," he grunted. "My dirty little virgin."

"You're so deep in me." You looked down, noticing the movement of his cock inside of you, evident at the pit of your belly.

"Gotta reach the womb," he explained. "Gotta fill it up with cum so a baby grows there."

"Want you to cum in me. Knock me up," you say, pleading. "Let me have it."

He groans, his pace getting sloppy. You could feel it- he was close. Still, he slithered a hand between the two of you, toying with your clit, sending sparks through your body. "Want you to cum with me. I won't give you my cum unless you cum first."

With how many places he could reach inside of you, hitting spots inside of you that you didn't even know existed, plus the stimulation of your clit, it didn't take long for you to do just that. As soon as Seokjin saw your eyes rolling back and felt your pussy repeatedly spasming and clenching over his cock, he became undone, making sure to bottom out inside of you and fill you up to the brink.

The two of you panted heavily, and it wasn't until he was milked of every drop that he rolled over and off of you, collapsing at your side. He snuggled against your side, however, kissing the side of your neck as he let his hand travel back down to your heat.

You cringed at the overstimulation, curling in on yourself. "Seokjin-"

"Shh, gotta make sure all my cum stays inside you," he says, voice soft as he murmurs against your skin. You tolerate the way his palm rubs against your clit as he pushes any trickling cum back inside of you with his fingers, sure to not let any drop go to waste.

He brings his hand back up, the digits glistening with both of your juices. "Suck."

You obey, mouth wrapping around it as you clean him off.

He smiled at that, letting his fingers escape your mouth with a lewd pop. "What a perfect, dirty little wife I have."

"What an idiot I've got for a husband."

-

Routine seemed to be your best friend.

You'd wake up in the morning with Seokjin at your side, the two of you getting ready for the day. You'd share breakfast together and go over paperwork and laws, planning negotiations. You typically did it, running the show, as most of your ideas seemed to be far more fleshed out than his. Between hours of work you'd have free time, Seokjin seeing his lover and you spending your time relaxing, often getting your hands massaged to ache the cramps in your hands from all of the writing. You'd typically go to bed alone, on the nights Seokjin didn't fuck you, but somehow he was always there when you woke up, snuggling by your side.

You couldn't help but feel a warm tenderness for your husband, enjoying the breakfast you spent with just him. Lunches were typically during free time, so he'd have his own hidden away, and dinners were with lords and ladies discussing what they thought ought to be done. (Most wanted to trample over one another to gain power, not even thinking about those who resided on their land. Countesses were vermin, in your opinion.)

You knew you were supposed to see Seokjin only in an analytical, logical light. A professional relationship. Perhaps it was how you shared the same bed, or how sweet he'd be at times. You felt yourself falling, however, before you knew it. Your parents would often note how happy you seemed together, pleased by how genuine your affection was for one another.

And he couldn't deny it either.

You stood before the mirror, trying to see whether or not you were showing yet. You weren't even three months in, but you were eager, wondering when you'd see the little bump. Soon enough you'd be inflated like a balloon, your feet swollen and back aching. Soon enough you'd feel tiny kicks and be picking out names.

Seokjin smiled, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you, his own hands over yours as he pressed them a lightly against your stomach. "Feel anything yet?"

"No," you frowned. "I can't even tell."

"Maybe you just ate too much at dinner, sweetheart. I'm pretty sure I can feel a food baby right here." He presses your stomach for emphasis, and you swat him playfully, rolling your eyes.

"Like you're one to talk. Eat any more turkey and I'll start thinking you're the one who'll be eating for two."

You stare at the two of you in the mirror, his chin resting on your shoulder as you gazed at each other. This was nice. It felt so oddly domestic, as though you two were truly raising a baby together out of love and not necessity.

"I wish we could be like this all the time," he admitted, his voice soft. "I like this routine. I'm happy."

"I like this too," you admit to yourself. "It feels right."

"Doesn't it?" His mood dips a bit, his eyes sad. "Do you want me to at least stay long enough to help you through the baby? I don't like the thought of you having to deal with the pregnancy all on your own."

"Next thing you know you'll be saying you don't want me to give birth alone, or raising a child on my own."

"Maybe..." He lowers his eyes, pressing your back closer to his chest. "Are you happy like this?"

"I think I'm happier than I ever have been."

"Then why do we have to stop? Why can't we live every day like this?"

You knew what he was trying to say. Words he couldn't dare say out loud, for all of your sakes. You wanted to say it too.

I love you.

"You know why. You made a promise. We both did," you remind him, not wanting to humor him. "It wouldn't be fair to her, now would it? She isn't happy."

"She's eager. She doesn't see the attachment or the fear about the baby. It's all just going to plan," he explains.

"It is. I don't blame her. You know what they say- a woman becomes a mother as soon as she gets the news, and a man becomes a father as soon as he sees the baby."

"I don't want to be that kind of man, though. I'm a father."

"Seokjin, we don't even know if I'm pregnant yet."

"I know," he says. "I can feel it in my gut."

"I'm sure you can," you smile, chuckling softly. You stare at yourself in the mirror, hand running over your stomach once again, searching. "What should we name it?"

"Seokjin Jr. if it's a boy, of course."

Oddly enough you didn't object. "And if it's a girl?"

"I was thinking about that the other day. Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with a name related to periwinkles."

"Periwinkles?"

"Remember? It was the color you really liked, the kind of flowers you chose for your bouquet at our wedding."

"I'm surprised you remember," you say. "I was thinking something similar, in a sense. Selene."

"Selene? What does that have to do with periwinkles?"

"Not periwinkles. The moon. Like how you wanted my wedding dress to be silver? Silver as the moon. Selene was the goddess of the moon, at least in Greek mythology."

"I like the name." He laughs a little to himself. "Either way it's an S name. Seokjin Jr. or Selene."

"I didn't say it'd be Seokjin Jr.!"

"You didn't object!"

"I hope for your sake we have a girl, then."

"I'd love a little girl." Seokjin's eyes literally light up at the prospect. "She could have my lips and your eyes and little pigtails! Oh, could you imagine all the fancy little dresses she'd run around in? All of them periwinkle, of course!"

"You're obsessed with that color, aren't you?"

"What can I say, it reminds me of you."

Your smile is a sad one, and you squeeze your hand around his, looking down from your reflection. "You'd be a good father. You will be. I'll be sure to send our child over as often as I can."

There's a silence between you two, and you feel yourself start to tear up, your eyes getting glassy.

There's a lump in your throat as you slightly choke on your own words. "Is it bad I don't want you to leave?"

"No. I don't want to leave either."

"But you will, right?"

"You made a point- we both made promises. I can't keep her in this suffocating castle for much longer."

"Suffocating?"

"For her. It can't be easy to constantly hear about the one she loves being with another. She was first and... I still love her."

"I know."

"I don't want to leave you..."

"I know."

"...but you know I have to."

"...I know."

Another pause settles between you two, and you offer a weak smile, squeezing his hand again as you lock eyes in the reflection, small tears at the corners of your eyes. You reach back, caressing his cheek softly. "Let's enjoy the time we have left. Stress can't be good for the baby."

-

Morning sickness was a bitch.

It had been three days, in the middle of your third month, when it was confirmed you were pregnant. You had suspected, of course, with the sickness, but it could also be a bad case of the flu. The doctor assured otherwise.

When you told Seokjin he had a different reaction from you, leaping for joy and twirling you in the air. "I'm going to be a father! Can you believe it? Me!"

You smiled as brightly as you could, kissing him on the mouth with as much emotion as you could muster. You wanted to convey how much you truly did love him, and why today was the day you were letting him go.

He didn't have long to celebrate, as soon enough you had called upon his lover for a secret meeting, the three of you discussing plans.

"As I'm sure you're aware by now, I'm pregnant," you tell her, your voice soft.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty," she says, her tone wary, as though she was unsure of your next lines. It couldn't be easy for her, you knew, to know that you were carrying the proof of his trysts with you. "I'm sure you're pleased."

"I am. Everything's going according to plan," you nod. "Which is why the two of you must leave today."

Seokjin stands upright, shocked. "Today?"

"Yes. Today." You made eye contact with the woman, and she meets it for once, knowing exactly what you meant. If Seokjin stayed here much longer, with his excitement and absolute joy, he'd never want to leave. And all three of you knew it'd be best for him to be removed from the situation as soon as possible now that their end of the deal was complete.

"I've got a game on horseback scheduled already. Some of the ladies in waiting will be with me. You two will go off to the river- the one we planned for. Let one of the horses go free and escape to the hidden carriage. I've got everything set up, and the two of you will have to disguise yourselves. Remember, rub dirt on Seokjin's face and powder your own. You're a countess traveling back home with your favorite footman. The driver won't ask any questions and knows the way. I'll fix up the rest within ten minutes. Remember to leave Seokjin's horse by the riverside."

Of course, the three of you had practiced on multiple occasions, knowing exactly where the river was, where the carriage would be, and where to let the horse go. It didn't even feel real yet, and you were going to be doing it in but a few hours.

"But-"

"No buts, Seokjin. I'm pregnant. We don't have time to waste." You can't even meet him in the eye. "I'll get changed to prepare for the game, and I suggest you two do as well."

The maid nods, leaving the room to get ready. Seokjin is left staring at you.

"This is the last time I'm ever going to see you again, isn't it?"

"Seokjin, we both know you can't stay here much longer. We did what we had to do. It's time for what you were wanting in the beginning."

"Things are different now-"

"The plan is completed now," you finish. "We prepared for this."

His face crumples, and he looks like he's about to cry, holding back tears. He holds your hands, squeezing them as though through an act of desperation. "Y/N..."

"Seokjin." You can't even look at him. You know that if you do, you'll cry too.

"It's too quick. Give me a day or-"

"Seokjin," you interrupt. He's quiet, knowing that nothing he could do or say would change anything. You were stubborn, as was his lover. He had a type. This wasn't a battle he could win, and ultimately he knew that he had no other choice.

"I love you," he says in a sudden act of declaration. "I love her too, and I'll go with her. I just wanted you to know before I left."

You feel tears slip down your cheeks, your hands limp in his. You don't want to respond, knowing your voice will crack and get shaky if you even attempted to.

"Do... Do you feel the same?"

There's a lump in your throat that makes it hard for you to speak coherently. "You already know the answer to that."

"I want to hear you say it."

"I do." You look at him, staring him in the eye to let him know you truly, sincerely mean it. "I really, really love you. And that's why I'm letting you go."

He closes his eyes, tears clinging to his lashes as he kissed your forehead, pressing his own against it, the two of you just listening to each other's breathing for that small, intimate moment. "I know," he whispers.

Those were the last words you ever heard from Kim Seokjin.

-

"My Queen, might I say I'm surprised you want to celebrate your pregnancy with a game tonight," one of your ladies say. "Wouldn't you rather be laying down or hosting a party, rather than catching foxes?"

"Oh, well, you know how the King is. Something about catching some impressive game- promises a healthy boy- oh, I don't know. It's a tradition in his kingdom."

"You truly love him, don't you, Your Majesty?" one of the other questions, admiration in her tone. She seemed to be rather the romantic. You could remember when you were like that, once. "If you pardon me for asking."

"I do," you admit, your voice soft. "I couldn't have asked for a better husband."

"Speaking of him, where has he been? He and his maid have been up ahead for a while, now," the first questions. She pulls on the reigns, her horse stopping. "Do you suppose they've gotten lost?"

"I'm sure they haven't- but I'll go up ahead. Catch up with me later."

Before they can protest you speed up, making a beeline for the riverside. True enough, the only thing there was a horse.

They were long gone.

Your heart collapsed on itself, despite the fact you were expecting it. It made it finally feel real, knowing that you had now forever lost Seokjin. Your husband, your love, the father to your child, was long gone.

Only the harsh roars of the river drowned out your cry.

You sobbed, shaky as you got off your horse and approached Seokjin's, taking the saddle and retrieving the dagger. You add a cut or two to your shoulder and arm, making it draw blood but not deep enough to seriously injure yourself. Once the blade was messy enough you collapsed to the floor, overstruck with grief.

Your ladies in waiting find you curled in on yourself, immediately rushing to your aid, ripping the fabric of their dress to wrap around your injuries.

"T-The maid," you choke out, trying to remember your story, "s-she had killed Seokjin. Stabbed him and pushed him into the river. Sh-She came after me and I pushed back and she simply hopped on her horse and ran."

"My Queen, I'm-"

"He's dead!" You wailed, hands buried in your face. "He's gone. He's gone for good. I'll never see him again."

"We'll find the woman who killed him and see to it that she's put to death."

You only shook your head, rocking back and forth, overcome with grief. True, genuine anguish, but not the kind they could comprehend. With shaky legs, you stood back to your feet, your ladies attending to you and bringing you back to the castle, knowing the sad news would be a tragedy to the kingdom.

You clutched onto your stomach, the last piece you had left of him, and thought about how the father of your child was already on his way out to start a new life, with a new wife and perhaps a new family.

The two of you truly did love each other- and even now you didn't regret letting him go.

[yoongsisbae]

Hi! I am writing a dating show bts fanfic and need producers aka some lovely authors or beta readers who won’t mind to helping me with ideas from time to time ;_;

Help me please ;;

If you want to help, contact me and I will add you to the google doc party/brainstorming session :]

My goal is to make it really interactive with audience/reader voting and stuff. (We will see how that goes :'D)

Here is the beginning of the story to entice you further!

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Gangnam Girlfriend: Korea’s #1 Celebrity Dating Show with your Host, International Super Star, Jin!

“Hi yall! I’m y/n! I am so excited for this opportunity! What do I want from this experience? I want to find someone who can embrace our differences!” you cheer, looking directly at the camera. “How was that?” you turn to the production staff, lowering your voice to its normal register. 

“Hmm one more time, more excited,” the staff member waves his arms over his head. Ugh. Exactly how much more excited can you act?

Did you really want to do this? Not really, your agency convinced you. As a foreigner, you didn’t have many options, a struggling actor working in Korea’s film industry put you in a very specific box, and in order to get out of that box, you needed to make a name for yourself. Show them the real you. At least, that’s what your manager kept telling you, convincing you to take part in this dating show. It was the hottest thing on Korean TV at the moment, and you were very much single and alone, so you thought, why not kill two birds with one stone?

You repeat the script they provided for you, animated and cheerful and so not your actual personality. “How about we try something a bit different? Answer my questions.”

“Okay.”

“Why did you come here?”

‘To make my manager happy,’ is what you really wanted to say. “It’s hard to date as a foreigner. I’m getting older,” you shift, worried how the camera is picking up your expressions, can they see your laugh lines, your blemishes? “If I can find love with someone who also works in this industry, I think, I’d like that.” you nod, smiling.

“What is your type?”

“Hmm someone funny, smart, knows how to cook. If they were an actor too or maybe even an artist. Well anyone, BUT an idol!” you laugh.

“You would prefer not to date an idol? That’s something we don’t hear a lot on this show.”

“Well, I’ve been in relationships where we’ve had to hide our status. It was...horrible. I hate it. I’m old enough to realize, I don’t want a partner who is ashamed to be seen in public with me. I want to go on a date on the Han river and not have to worry about hiding my relationship. I want to be shown off. Idols have dating bans and there's so much stigma, that once we leave this show I would be afraid they’d want to continue our relationship in private. I don’t want that. I have pride, you know? I want to be happily shown off, not hidden away.”

“Ahh, I understand. Would you give an idol a chance?”

“I don’t know.” you grimace. “Why, are there lots of idols this season?” you laugh, joking, but the uneasiness from the staff makes you worried, chest tightening at the idea.

“I am here to show my real self to the Korean audience. I’m taking this seriously. I want to find love.”

The producer sees your sincerity and nods to the cameraman. He’s been in the industry a long time and knows these shows are stepping stones for actors and musicians to further their careers. Professionals want to look like perfect boyfriends and girlfriends to build a stronger fanbase, so your sincerity is a nice change. Good, because he plans to make this season one of a kind!

“You probably won’t like our new host this season, then!” 

“Why do you say that?”

“Our new host is Kim Seokjin from BTS.”

“K-Kim Seokj-jin?” 

“From BTS.”

“From BTS.”

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So, I need contestants that are not BTS members (I'm not saying that they won't show up >_>). I am still on the fence on whether I want to use other idols or OCs. They can also be modeled after your fav Korean singer/actor/idol. I know old school idols, but not that many new ones. So, any and all suggestions will be welcomed and appreciated <3. I've never done a collab before so here is me shooting my shot at all the bts authors out there :'D <333

[sun-flower-children]

New Stuff Coming Soon

I have been on a hiatus for quite a while and I have a few WIP’s and I thought why not finish them and post them on here?! 

There are two things coming out for sure:

Yoongi x Male Reader 

and a 

Taehyung x Male Reader ( supernatural au ) 

I will be posting teasers for both of these and I will also be working on the other WIP’s that are around the 50% mark. 

More updates soon to come!

[wonderingarmy]

Prince Kim Seokjin

Links 

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I have been really productive for two days, so here’s another part on Prince Kim Seokjin to all Jin bias like me. Hope you guys like it. Please look forward to part threes, they’re going to be under Princes POV. Thank you

A week had passed and Milo didn’t came back to your house or spread the video that he keeps telling you he’s going to leak if you leave him. So far, you don’t hear any news that he killed himself, which you hope he doesn’t ever do. The last thing you want to happen is for him to do that. You hate him, and he caused too much damaged to you mentally and physically, but you just don’t wish that to anyone.

You also haven’t heard anything from Jin because you chose to turn off your phone. You stayed at your parents place for awhile. Your mom said he tried to contact you but you just don’t want him to see you in that state. You just had your mom tell him that you’re busy with something and will reach him as soon as you get the chance. Yet, it never happened. You hate it when he worries about you because he drops everything he’s doing and come to you. You know he got so much on his plate too, especially now that BTS is selling out stadiums worldwide, you just can’t risk him having to stress out about you.

Weeks have passed and still nothing major had happened. While your on hiatus, you tried to heal physically and mentally, with the help of your family and some close friends. You’re friends were disappointed when they found out what happened but all they can do is be there for you and not judge you for all the poor choices you made. You did make some good friends and that’s all you needed in life.

You busied yourself with finishing all the projects that had a deadline. Going to a quiet place and taking beautiful pictures. You stayed at home and and painted, each painting represents how you’re still in a dark tunnel and still trying to get out. You also went to one of BTS concerts wearing a mask and a baseball cap, hoping no one would notice you.

Meanwhile, Jin already lost hope that you’ll ever contact him again. He hasn’t heard anything about you in the media considering that you’re a famous international model. He wished he could see you again. The more he doesn’t hear from you, the more he worries.

“Ah Jin hyung. Maybe she’s going through something” Jimin mentioned one time he seen that his brother is just sitting in the corner and just being quiet

“I know she doesn’t like me or I don’t really have a chance to being with her but I wish she tells me what’s going on. I mean, we’re friends. Like if I did something wrong so I know what to do.” Jin replied.

“Hyung,” Jungkook interrupted, “She’ll come when she’s ready. I am pretty sure she can explain what’s going on. Just try to be patient.”

“I think I am tired of waiting. It’s never going to happen. Plus we all know she is secretly dating that oh-I-look-too-good-on-everything model” he said and left the two maknaes, both looking at each other and shaking their head.

It’s been over a month and Jin lost his hope and tried to forget about you. He tried to get himself busy as well with tour and promoting their new album. It’s when you really started to miss Jin that you told yourself that you have to tell him what you feel about him before it’s too late.

You decided to go to a fanmeeting that will be happening in four days. You prepared yourself and told yourself not worry if he likes someone else as long as he knows about what you feel.

The day of the fanmeeting came and you wore a mask and a baseball cap so no one can recognize you at the fanmeeting. Jungkook recognized you as soon as you reached the panel.

“Noona!” he said surprised, “i didn’t think you’d want my signature for this photobook you made for us”

You smiled at him and said, “Let’s just say I am a big fan!”

“I missed you Noona, and you did really great in making the photobook”, he said while signing your copy.

Not long you were moved to the next member who is Hoseok, then Jimin, and Taehyung. Everyone recognized you and was so happy to see you. Then it was Jin, he recognized you as well, he recognized you the moment you reached the panel. You handed him your photobook, without saying anything and you gave him a small box wrapped in a floral wrapping paper.

“What is this?” he asked holding the box

“Please open it when you get a chance. I missed you Jinnie. Let’s talk soon?” you asked but he didn’t say anything. You smiled at him but you never got any reaction back. Not even a smile. Your time is up with him and you hurried to the next member, which is Yoongi, then Namjoon.

After Namjoon signed your photobook, you said goodbye to him and went back to your seat. You looked at Jin being busy talking to fans and signing their photo books.

After the fansign event, you left and went straight to the parking lot. Hoping that Jin is not mad at you or anything. He didn’t even looked happy to see you.

You were walking towards your car when you started to feel uneasy. You feel like someone is following you. You looked around but there are so many people that are walking down the parking lot. For some reasons, you feel like someone is watching you, and despite the fans walking with you to get to their cars, you don’t feel safe.

***

After the fansign event, BTS went back to their dorm to rest. They’re going to have another guesting the following day, so they were advised to rest for the rest of the day and sleep good. While the other members are doing a live broadcast, watching a movie and having conversations, Jin decided to go to his room and play video game.

“Jin-hyung, we’re going to order some food delivery, do you want anything?” Jimin asked while opening Jin’s door to his room.

“I’ll have whatever you’re getting. Thanks” he replied, busy with his game.

When Jimin left, Jin remembered the box that you gave him at the event. He paused his game and went outside to asked the members that were in the living room where they put the box full of gifts from the fans.

“I think it’s still in the truck.”, answered Taehyung. “One of the staff is going to bring it inside later”

“Do you need something from there?” it was Hoseok

“Yes. Do you think it’s unlock?” Jin asked.

“It should be hyung.” replied Namjoon.

Jin went outside and went through the boxes in the truck. When he found the box with his name on it. He searched for the small box that you gave him. It wasn't long until he find it. He went back inside, passed the other members, and straight to his room.

He opened the small box and found a pink USB inside.

He had to turn off his game to see what is in the USB.

“She should have just wrote a note or something.” he muttered to himself.

As soon as the USB is in, he opened the only file that was there and it was a video. When he played it, he couldn’t help but smile.

The video was a compilation of your first dates. The stolen videos and pictures that you took of him. The beautiful moments of him that you captured from their concerts you’ve secretly been too. At the end of the video, you put a message that says,

“I have fallen in love with you Jin. I fall in love with you everyday. I have a lot of explaining to do to you. You say you like someone else, but I want to let you know how I feel. I am not forcing you to be with me like how you didn’t force me to be with you. But, I wish you did force me to be with you. I wish I could spend another lifetime with you.”

After the video, Jin didn’t know what to say. He loves you too and he never stopped loving you though he lost all his hopes on being with you. He was about to text you when Jungkook came barging in to his room.

“Jin-hyung, watch the news right now!” he exclaimed

“What happened?” Jin asked, curious why all of a sudden he looks like he’s freaking out.

“It’s Y/N! Something happened to her!”, he replied, still not sure how to calm himself down.

Jin ran to the living room and saw the news. The rest of the members are just as shocked as you are. You were rushed to the E.R. unconscious due to head injury. Milo is wanted and police are searching for him.

“The bruises..” Jin whispered to himself. “That explains the bruises”

“Jin-hyung, what are you talking about?”, Yoongi asked

“Y/N didn’t have a bleeding disorder. I should have known. I have to go see her, Yo--”

Just then the manager of BTS came rushing inside.

“Jin…” he said, just like the members, he still can’t believe what he has seen in the news.

“I have to see her hyung” Jin begged.

“Jin, you will see her.” he replied, tapping Jin’s shoulders. “Just not right now. The media and the police investigating is hot right now and we don’t want you getting involve. I am sorry but I hope you understand.”

“But, I need to see her right now!” Jin is starting to raise his voice and Namjoon had to hold him to calm him down.

“Jin-hyung we know what you’re feeling right now, but we need to listen to hyung. He knows what’s best for us” Namjoon said.

“You guys don’t understand. I need to see her or I am going to lose my m---”

Jimin interrupted Jin to hand him his phone. “It’s your Eomma”

Jin took a moment to calm down and grab Jimin’s phone from his hand.

“Jin,” his mom said, Jin can tell that she is trying her best to calm herself down. “I know you’ve heard the news and I know that you are worried sick, you probably want to go to the hospital right now and see her.”

“Eomma, I need to see her.” Jin replied

“I know. I know you want to see her. But, right now is not the right time. I hope you understand. Your dad already sent one his staff to the hospital and he will keep updating us on what’s going on. Jin, I know you’re worried. But, just try to calm yourself down and you’ll see her, hopefully after tonight.”

When it comes to his mom, Jin always listens. He tried to calm himself down yet tears are starting to fall down his cheeks. Jimin and Taehyung gave him a hug. Hoseok is comforting Jungkook, who is also crying, because he loves his noona and he is worried as well. Yoongi and Namjoon talked to their manager privately about what they’re going to do next.

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I should be asleep

But fanfics are too tempting

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

I Just Own the Café

I just own the café by That Nerd Who Writes Fanficton

A summary? In this economy? Ha!

But really, Izuku opens a café and accidentally becomes the unofficial ruler of the underground but no one knows it's him. The heroes are worried that there's a new villain who somehow managed to control the underground while Izuku just wants to help people.

I'm really bad at summaries but I promise it's good.

Words: 1048, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Toga Himiko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Eri

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Everyone, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Midoriya Izuku, Akaguro Chizome | Stain & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku & Toga Himiko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner & Midoriya Izuku, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice & Midoriya Izuku, League of Villains & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Pro Heroes, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Tsukauchi Naomasa, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul & Midoriya Izuku, Eri & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Smart Midoriya Izuku, Genius Midoriya Izuku, Quirk Analysis, Analyst Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst, Fluff, Dabi is a Todoroki, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, Oblivious Midoriya Izuku, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, League of Villains as Family, Midoriya Izuku Adopts Everyone, Midoriya Izuku Adopts Eri, Protective Midoriya Izuku, Protective Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Toga Himiko is a Good Friend, Toga Himiko Needs a Hug, Protective League of Villains, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Tsukauchi Naomasa is So Done, The Author Regrets Nothing, Author Is Sleep Deprived, How Do I Tag, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, I'm Bad At Tagging, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is a Little Shit, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is a Good Friend, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33606412

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin Additional Tags: they make fun of him, hecking gay, orginal work to fanficton, My First Work in This Fandom, vkook, yoonmin, Bullying, Gay Bashing, Intolerance, Stereotypes, College, radio talk show, Tae is from Daegu, Almost everyone is from Busan, this is just for fun, Jikook friends, Alternate Universe - College/University Summary:

I'll put something in here later I'm just being lazy

Howdy y’all I did a thing (or have been doing a thing) and maybe some of you might be interested? You really don’t have to pay attention to this but idk read if you want to???? If you like it let me know and leave some comments also after this is finished I’ll be posting some other fics as well <3

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Abominable 2.0 - Chap 19

Chapter   19

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22006036/chapters/54416830

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13463708/19/Abominable-2-The-Fanfic-Sequel

https://www.wattpad.com/840278476-abominable-2-0-chapter-19

Dave and Peng sat on the next flight to Kathmandu beside each other looking at the screen in front of their seat at the current Infos of their flight.

“And now 3 hours and 49 minutes to go” Peng mentioned as the screen showed the current location of the plane and the distance.

“You’re not watching anything?” Dave asked the boy,

“There are so many movies and shows I want to watch, but I can’t decide” Peng explained sliding down the list.

“What if you pick the first one in line, afterward you pick the second one and so on?”

“That’s kind of not fair. I would just pick the ones starting with A”

“Okay…...what about you close your eyes and you randomly pick out a movie’” Dave suggested, then Peng nodded at the idea and closed his eyes moving his hand over the screen, afterward he tapped on a image with a blue-skinned man in a black tight suit. Peng opened his eyes and smiled.

“Oh I choose a good one,” Peng said watching the intro of the company appear on the screen, then Dave gazed at the screen to see a baby with a blue skin complexion.

“I think I’ve seen this on cinema when I was 16” Dave mentioned. “Was really entertaining” “I agree,” Peng said then stopped the movie and opened his seatbelt. “I need to go to the toilet. I’ll be right back” The child told Dave, which nodded, therefore, the boy walked the corridor of the A340 back queueing behind two women, that were waiting for the restrooms to get free.

  Yi and Jin sat in the coach with the destination Kathmandu both watching a movie, that aired during the ride.

“Oh no, not him” Jin complained covering his ears as the credits of the movie came with a pop song on it.

“What a drama Jin. When was the last time you heard him singing?” Yi asked the boy, which rolled his eyes bothered with the question.

“I don’t know it, but it was better for me without it,” Jin confessed picking a water bottle, that stood in front of his feet to take a sip.

“I haven’t noticed you going to the toilet for the whole ride. How can you hold it that long when you have almost drunk the whole bottle all by yourself?”

“Last time it was about 8 or 9 hours ago when I went to the toilet. You were sleeping”

“Alright, was just wondering”

“We guys have a little larger bladders, as the women as we don’t have inside us the uterus,”

“Right, I’m aware of that” Yi stated, then the bus driver picked up his talkie turning it on to announce to the passengers' news.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re going to pull out at the next camping place out for a 30-minute break. Be aware, that our ride starts punctually at 18:50 again to be here or inside the coach at that time. The Toilets and the coffee machine can still be used during the break and outside on the camping lot contains a few toilets too, in case of longer waiting time”

“The toilet is free at the moment, I’ll be going” Yi mentioned earning a nod from Jin, which watched Yi walk across the corridor of the bus and disappearing at the stairs, which head to the exit. Out the window he watched a family share a table where they were eating dinner. Jin got up from his seat and took out from the overhead bin the shopping bag, which had the covers rolled up together in it and a few boxes with eatables in it.

Jin placed the bag over his shoulder crossing the corridor to the stairs, where Yi had passed before to go to the toilet and Jin stopped on the front of the entrance on the counter, where the coffee machine of the bus stood and several paper cups in different sizes. Jin picked two large cups and placed them inside the bag, then waited for the coach to stop.

Yi came out of the toilet, then encountered Jin waiting with the bag at the exit.

“Are we stopping?” Yi asked watching out of the window at the of the door at the bus turning into a free parking spot for larger vehicles.

“I don’t know, but are cereals enough for us as dinner?” Jin asked seeing Yi shrug her shoulders.

“For the rest of the trip, it should be enough. I think we’ve only got about 14 hours more or less until we’re in Kathmandu” Yi answered. “In Kathmandu, we can see, if we eat at least something warm and healthy,”

“You know what I miss?” Jin questioned the girl. “Your grandmother’s pork buns”

“You’re not the only one Jin” Yi mentioned, then the door unlocked itself and opened up, then the two friends left the coach followed by a few other passengers.

The two stopped on the grass, then Jin took out the cotton cover placing it on the floor like for a picnic.

“We better leave the table for others, which came with their family” Jin mentioned taking a seat on the cover along with Yi, then she took out the two cups he took from the coffee corner before.

“Well cornflakes would be more enjoyable to eat if we had milk, but the bus only has capsules of cream” Jin mentioned taking out two cornflakes boxes. “What do you prefer? Wheat semolina? Honey or there’s a chocolate one inside the bag”

“I’m good with honey” Yi answered, then Jin stored the wheat-flavored cereals back and opened the cornflakes package with the honey flavor up, then emptied a little on the large coffee cup, then for himself too. Afterward, the two picked up their cup and smacked with it against the other and Yi picked out a few cornflakes to eat while Jin placed the cup to his mouth to drop a few flakes into his mouth to chew them. Yi chuckled amused by the boy, continuing eating from the cup.

“Do you think we will make it in time to see Mr. Burnish’s ashes being scattered off the mountain?” Yi asked the friend, who swallowed down his food.

“We’re definitely going to make it. The other day Miss Burnish had mentioned, that Peng and Dave were in Hotan and we’ve been there about a day later. We could eventually even catch them before they head to the Himalayas,”

“That be good”

“Yeah it would” Jin agreed, then he thought about his cousin, then gazed at Yi, which had dropped into her mouth a few more cereals. “Do you think Peng will be angry if he sees me or happy?” Jin asked as Yi looked at him as he was questioning her. “Like I have been a little too strict towards this situation with Mr. Burnish’s last will and us all going to the Himalayas to scatter his ashes.

“I know you were worried since us three alone could lead us to trouble and I know Peng won’t simply hate you for the rest of his life, because of your brotherly instinct towards him”

“Now after this trip, we got at least to know a few more places and people ….Well we didn’t quite enjoy anything at all, cause we spent the major time traveling inside public transportation and us overnight at the hotel,”

“When we’re together with Peng and Dave we might have more time to have better look at those places again. They’re not as astonishing as the ones my dad had collected postcards from but still amusing to know about them,”

“Have you thought about passing by these places again?” Jin asked emptying the whole cup in his mouth. “Like with….your family?” Mumbled the boy.

“Yeah, we only managed to get to see the Leshan Buddha last summer. Nai Nai and my mom were really amazed by the statue and….we couldn’t help but share a tragic moment there together thinking how it would have been if my father was here” Yi mentioned having a tear running down her face. Jin noticed it, then sat closer to her placing his arm behind her back to comfort her.

“He would have loved it Yi” Jin implied. “I even believe he was up there watching over you seeing how much you three had grown closer together and the same with me, Peng and you”

“I know he’s up there watching down at us right now, seeing how our journey is going”

“Yeah” Jin agreed, then widened his eyes as Yi had leaned her head under his neck while looking up at the sky, which was slowly getting darker.

Near the departure time, Yi stood beside the bag drinking from her water bottle observing almost all passengers, that were from the same coach as Jin and Yi returning into the vehicle, then Yi looked at a small cottage signaled with restroom signs at the door. Yi walked towards the lodge to look around for Jin.

“Jin?” Yi called approaching the first closed toilet door, then she knocked on it, waiting for an answer then she opened it to see the room was empty, all she could see was a squat toilet. “Jin, are you alright?” Yi asked knocking on the second door opening it up to catch another empty cabin. Yi sighed and moved to the next cabin, then opened the door hitting with it on something, then she rolled her eyes down in shock to see Jin lying on the ground and the door had touched him on the back.

“Jin!” Yi cried trying to squeeze through the gap of the door, then noticed down at Jin’s feet the floor next to the toilet was wet and it had Jin’s shoe trail tagged on it and the left trail was smudged alluding that the raven-haired boy had slipped on the floor and hit his head somewhere. Yi crouched next to Jin lifting him up leaning him against the door, then slapped him gently on the face trying to wake him up. “Jin please wake up” Yi begged slowly managing to bring Jin out of the swoon. “Jin, can you hear me?” The girl asked seeing Jin open his eyes slowly to see Yi in front of him.

“Wha…..what am I doing here?” Jin asked passing his hand behind his head, followed by a groan. “Ouch, where did I hit my head?”

“I think the footprints there tell you, you slipped and hit your head on the lavatory or the wall” Yi explained showing Jin the prints on the floor.

“I should have peed in the coach or at the outside like anyone else” Jin complained, then Yi widened her eye in shock.

“The bus! We’re gonna miss it” Yi exclaimed, then got up and held her hand out at Jin to help him up slowly. “You’re okay?”

“I’m good, let’s go” Jin continued leaving the toilet along with the girl, then they saw their coach disappearing continuing their trip without them. “Wait! We’re here!” Jin shouted running on the side road, but it wasn’t worth it cause the coach was too far for them to reach it. “Damn it!”

“Oh great, how are we now going to reach Kathmandu without a bus?”

“If I knew I would hit my head back in the restroom and make us lose the coach, I would have waited in it instead until the toilet there was free” The raven-haired boy complained.

“Just forget about it Jin, it happened. I just came along to see, if you were feeling alright or not and good I did come”

“What are we going to do now?” Jin asked the girl. “I don’t know how high the chance is for another coach or anything else here to stop”

“It’s almost night, I don’t know, what’s a better idea, wait here until other people arrive or we keep going and hope to get picked up by people” Yi mentioned watching Jin use his smartphone to find out, where the two were located at the moment.

“Here is a national park, but…..that’s in India. That’s not the way we have to take”

“Jin, do you remember at the begin of the trip it showed us, that we were going on the 219 to Nepal and we would cross Bhutan before we arrive in Kathmandu”

“Yeah, that’s the only road we have to take to get down to Nepal. I can’t clearly tell to 100%, that this is the only road on the map thought”

“This sounds crazy, but if the road really is only that road we have seen on the coach and on your phone. We could walk along the road as far as we can and take a break on the hills before we continue?” Yi told the boy, which wasn’t really liking the idea. “We would be save from any harm...or not?”

“I feel unsure about that idea with spending a bit of the night on the hills. There could be mountain lions around here and we could be attacked”

“Jin you’re silly. There are no mountain lions in China,” Yi assured the boy. “But I think it’s better for us if we stay here waiting for the next day and we go on in the early morning”

“Or we still can go both together and one of us sleeps first for one or two hours, then we change and after that, we keep moving on” Jin suggested. “In case of something, one of us wakes the other up and we try to deal with that situation”

“Okay, and why do you suddenly agree with it now?” Yi asked curiously.

“There’s no danger as you’ve told me now,” Jin answered. “And I believe not everyone would stop right at this camping place, maybe somewhere else in the front….or when we’re out there and watch a car on the road we can also ask them for a ride”

“Okay, I believe we will have a chance at some point to find a ride” Yi added. “I mean who would let two people deal with their problem in the middle of nowhere?” Yi asked earning a nod from Jin.

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red blood rose (Bts Jungkook Fanfic) (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/jJbfnmfDLB i look back to the room i came from, he still hasn't come back. slowly i walk to the rose. the closer i come to the rose the sweeter it smells. like the cotton candy machine at the fair, the closer you get to them the sweeter the cotton candy will smell and the more you want to have it. carefully i sag down, sitting on both of my knee and stretch out my hand to touch it. the rose has taken over my mind, the only think i can think of is the rose. i almost am touching it as a hand pulls me up from where i was sitting. 'did i say to you to look around and go outside'. the eyes i look in stare angry at me. fear takes over my body and i don't know what to do anymore. 'i- i-i'

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Altercation

Yoonmin fanfic. Art credited to @tosh--tosh. Please check out her account, her work is beautiful!

Yoonmin are fighting. Their friends are picking sides. Their professors are noticing. And all Jimin wants? Yoongi.

College au, slight angst, fluff at the end, mentioned homophobia

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It’s easier this way. To pretend they’re not arguing, that he’s not angry and sad and betrayed all rolled into one.

Ignoring Yoongi by partying hadn’t worked, after all it was his best friend that was throwing the party. Of course he attended. Ignoring him by ignoring the world as a whole hadn’t worked either. Jimin stopped doing homework, stopped attending classes, stopped meeting up with Taehyung for lunch, and that had just resulted in him rethinking every aspect of their argument constantly.

So Jimin ended up doing this, throwing himself completely into his studies.

Sure, his solution is boring. And yes, it isn’t that successful. But at least this way he doesn’t have to be around people who’re all giving him pitying looks and walking on eggshells around him. Plus, he’s taken away the decisions his friends would have to make about which half of the couple they wanted to spend time with.

Taehyung, being the one with the least amount of connection to Yoongi, hadn’t been happy with this solution, but the others had yet to complain. Hoseok and Namjoon work with Yoongi, so they would’ve taken his side anyway. Which means Jin was dragged onto their side as Namjoon’s boyfriend. Knowing Jungkook he’s probably fawning over Yoongi as well.

So Taehyung is the only one who talks to Jimin, the only one who comes into his drom to air it out and force him to take a break from studying for food. Sure, sometimes Jin or Jungkook tag along, but it’s obvious they’re uncomfortable with the situation.

Likelihood is, they don’t even know what the fight’s about. Jimin hadn’t told them and knowing Yoongi’s terrible track record of communication, he probably hadn’t either.

To be completely fair to the elder, this fight technically is Jimin’s fault. To be completely fair to Jimin, Yoongi should’ve just sucked it up and stopped pushing the boy. To be completely fair to their friends, it doesn’t matter whose fault it is. The couple not talking to each other has made life harder for everyone involved.

Even professors have stopped Jimin before he left class, asking if he’d like to talk to a professional about personal matters.

But Jimin doesn’t care about any of that. He doesn’t care what his coping mechanism is, who their friends choose, what people say, or even whose fault it is. Jimin just cares that he’s not talking to Yoongi anymore, and it hurts.

Because of this stupid fight he’s not getting his daily selcas that Yoongi had promised him when he’d asked the younger out. He’s not having those 3am calls they used to indulge in while Yoongi had to work late, or those cuddle sessions he’d convinced the elder to join him in when Jimin finally dragged him out of the studio. He’s not poking fun at Yoongi’s Kumamon obsession whenever the elder brings up the crappy jellyfish light Jimin bought in middle school and still refused to throw away.

Because of this fight he doesn’t have Yoongi. And not even constant studying can distract him from that.

But it seems like the elder is having the same struggles, because somehow he’s on Jimin’s doorstep right now, begging to be let in.

Jimin takes in the elders appearance. He’s dyed his hair a new color but aside from that everything looks the same. Yoongi watches him with tired eyes, as evidenced by the huge bags under them, his clothes the same dark color he claims match his soul. In his hand is takeout from the same crappy restaurant they keep going to despite always complaining about it.

Jimin wants to feel angry. He wants to kick Yoongi out for just traipsing in here as if nothing had happened. Except he really doesn’t want that. Jimin just wants Yoongi. That’s all he’s ever wanted.

So instead of saying anything he just opens the door.They eat in silence. And after they finish they just sit there for a little while in their usual spots, taking in each others presence without a word shared between the two of them.

Until Yoongi speaks up. “I’m sorry,” His voice is rough and low, “I should’ve let it go.”

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees, his hand dropping down to slap Yoongi playfully for the amused huff the elder let out. “I’m not done yet. Yeah, you should’ve dropped it. But I should’ve told my parents by now. I mean. We’ve been dating a year- and I’ve been gay way longer than that!”

Yoongi’s head leans back against his mattress. “I don’t blame you. Coming out is scary- especially to your parents. And paying college debt on your own? That’s even scarier.”

Jimin snorts. “If that happened, I’d just drop out all together and become some sort of internet sensation hobo that poses behind celebrities-”

“-That’s awfully specific-”

“-Point is. I need to get the hell out of the closet. I’m outgrowing it.”

Yoongi sits up and watches the younger closely. “You’re being serious.” He says, and Jimin knows it’s a statement, not a question.

“Yeah,” He bites his lip. “I’m just- I’m scared. I’m so scared. What if they hate me?” His hands clench the fabric of his duvet.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Yoongi pries his hand off the blanket and holds it tightly as he leans their foreheads together. “I’ll be there for you. If you want me to, I’ll be there for you.”

Jimin stares intently into the elders coffee eyes and nods intently. “Of course I want you there. I always want you.”

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I did not survive. 🥴

Caught! House of Cards - Chapter 4

You joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down…OT7 yandere!BTS x reader

Warnings: 18+ dark themes, bdsm themes, reader manipulation, dubcon, hidden camera, violence, blood, voyeur, rough sex, choking, breath play, phone sex, fingering, orgasm denial, oral sex, outdoor sex, sex toys, threesome, dom!hobi, you better enjoy all this sex while it lasts lol

Yandere, this is yandere, remember that >_>. Last warning! Okay? Still here? Okay! This chapter is mostly reader trying to get through her last week before she quits, so enjoy that lol, I feel like this ch is over 50% smut ;_; there's plot in there somewhere. So we just gonna get right into it from the jump start, let’s get get get it!

Word count: 14.1k

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How did you end up here, under the one man you promised Yoongi you would stay away from? It probably had to do with the way he pissed you off, and the way Jungkook seemed to worship the ground you walked on.

But that’s not the issue you need to focus on right now, the more pressing matter involves how you’re going to keep yourself from getting caught...

House of Cards found itself inside another vast mansion, the transformation of the event space still ongoing, still two days out until members and patrons were expected to arrive. The mansion’s vastness provided just enough feasibility to warrant yourself getting lost, or losing track of the time, a decent enough alibi if Yoongi were to notice you missing.

But that didn’t stop your fear from growing, as Yoongi always had a way of finding you at the most inopportune of times. That fear has your heart racing, fingers jittery, feebly trying to restrain the man against you who seems dead set on devouring every inch of you until there’s no place left on your body that hasn’t felt Jungkook’s lips and tongue.

That fear grips your muscles, fills your body with tension, and has you feeling pleasure heightened to mind numbing levels. Jungkook loves it, how you try to silence your moans, the way you try to push him away only to pull him closer, helplessly lost in his embrace. But unlike you, he doesn’t give a shit if he’s caught!

He has you out in the open, a tiny back room on a level not yet touched by decorators, where anyone could walk right in and see him on top of you, tangled on the floor like two animals in heat.

A shift of his head on your neck and you can see the room’s door in your peripheral, dark oak colored wood like a beacon telling you how close you are to discovery. A simple twist of the knob and you’d be exposed. His loud grunts, his needy moans, it all fills your head and makes your heart race with fear and desire.

His hand grips you tightly, finds your neck, pressing the edges of Yoongi’s gold pendant into your skin, making you wrap your legs around his narrow torso tighter. His words are breathy and hot in your ear, “This is what you like, right y/n?”

You grip onto his wrist, fingers tight around his forearm, as tight as the grip he has on your neck, legs locked around him, pulling him closer. You hope that answers his question enough, it’s not like you could really answer him anyways.

He steals another kiss and leans back, tattooed arm holding you down, watching the way your lips part ready for air. Jungkook groans your name, kneeling between your legs, in twisted prayer, worshipping, ready to give you everything.

And you take it. How could you say no to such reverence; prayers dripping in heat and lust, packaged in tight muscles and a boyish charm, still wild and free and so fucking passionate.

He releases his grip enough to have you heaving in air quickly, pulling at his shirt to bring him closer. Jungkook’s actions are just as urgent, his pants only half way undone, your panties pushed to the side, quickly pressing his full length into you, making you gasp and stutter again. His hand tightens as his hips slam into yours, crushing you into the floor, moaning a deep throaty promise, “I’ll give it to you exactly how you like.” And he does, filling you up so swift and hard, drowning you in pleasure, making you forget your fear.

Your lust, how can an emotion be so powerful? Stronger than fear...stronger than love? Is it just you that falls so willingly into it? Is it just you willing to risk everything for a moment of it, for a taste of Jungkook?

His lopsided smile makes you smile, pulls the corners of your mouth up despite yourself. Lost in ecstasy, you let yourself enjoy how good he feels. Your body shifts against him, his tight grip pulling you back to him with each jolt you feel inside. His sharp jaw flexes as he manhandles your body, the pit of your stomach feels full of butterflies, wings fluttering inside you with every sharp thrust from him, ticking your insides, making you vibrate from the inside out.

“That’s it,” he groans as your eyes roll back, “fuck, so good.”

You're in too deep now, lost in the dark irises of his eyes. His touch fuels you to give him everything he wants.

Your vision spots and you have a vague thought that you should probably tap him, make him let you go, but his pelvis ruts into you hard, his free hand presses down between your bodies, and it feels overwhelming enough to risk one more second in this state of bliss.

When he smiles down at you, it isn’t sweet, it’s a grin of a wolf who caught his target, predatory and wild. His hold on your neck tightens, and for the first time you feel true fear whirling through your lust filled haze. You want to look away, but his eyes are smoldering, all for you, and you want to burn.

But really, how did you let yourself get here?

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Your thoughts drift like sea birds soaring across the horizon, pelicans and seagulls hover around Yoongi’s boat as it takes off, wings outstretched and still, held midair by the wind’s currents. Yoongi wraps a blanket around you, the heaviness pulling your thoughts to the present as you notice two dolphins swimming along the boat. You pull the blanket tighter around you and over your mouth, enjoying some reprieve from the biting cold air.

“Look, dolphins. Do you see them?” you ask him. Yoongi hums in acknowledgement as they jump in unison next to the boat. “They look so free,” you sigh, closing your eyes.

When you look back at Yoongi you notice how he’s been staring at you, eyes studying your features, with a meticulousness that unnerves you. His eyes, so deep, transfixed on you, it makes you feel an onslaught of emotions...surprise, shyness, anxiousness, desire...

You quickly turn, watching the waves roll into the boat instead, the turbulence breaking through the water, creating seafoam. “Can I ask you something?” You wait, letting the sounds of the sea calm your mind, asking something you’ve wanted to know since Taehyung had wormed the question into your thoughts. “How did you recognize me?”

He pulls your chin gently, an action you’ve still haven’t gotten used to, his fingers warm on your cold skin. “Your eyes, then your lips,” his thumb brushes along your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open slightly. “And then your smart mouth.” he smirks as you scoff, looking away. “I just knew. It was you,” he said softly.

“Yoongi,” you take a deep breath, debating with yourself, then finally ask, “What is your alias?”

Yoongi just continues to smirk at you, and then turns on his heel to walk back inside. “Hey!” You struggle with the idea of following after him, but the weather is getting windier and colder now, so you gather yourself up.

---

You find him in the main cabin, in the room he first brought you in. “Hey!” You repeat, “Answer my question. Or whatever this deal is, it’s off,” you say, glaring.

“Does it really matter? You never cared to know more about me as a viewer, what does it matter now?”

“I...” You think about Taehyung’s accusing words. “I just want to know.” You cross your arms over your chest defiantly.

Yoongi matches your stance. “Maybe I want you to know me first. Maybe I want you to know the real me, without being influenced by the past.” He’s in your space, pulling the blanket tighter around you, pulling you closer to him.

It was true, Yoongi wanted you to fall for him all over again, his ego wanting you to submit to him again, choose him this way, choose him over and over so he can prove to you how meant to be you both are.

Why does he have to look at you like that? Why does he have to keep secrets from you? Why does he have to smell so good? You bite your lip, “Fine, Min Yoongi, for now,” and he gives you that grin you don’t know whether you hate or have grown to anticipate, but it has your heart racing just the same.

---

Taehyung wakes up groaning, wincing as he moves to his side. He cradles his ribs, the bones aren’t broken, but it hurts like hell.

“That fucking asshole. Did he have to jump me like that?” he groans. Jin looks up from his phone, legs sprawled out on the room’s loveseat while waiting for his friend to wake up, eager to hear what happened and more importantly what Taehyung knows.

“Why did you let yourself get caught in the first place?”

Taehyung scoffs, eyes glaring at the older man, “ Someone must have told him where we were.”

Seokjin continues to scroll through his cell, eyes fixed to his screen. “Who would do that?”

“Good question,” Taehyung glowers, slowly sitting up, wincing with every movement.

“So what happened?”

---

Taehyung had spent the early dawn watching you sleep, Namjoon already gone, creating his own alibi.

Taehyung danced his fingers along your outstretched arm, gently lifting your hand to his lips, leaving tiny kisses on each pad, tongue licking down each finger. He wanted to live in this moment forever, with you so soft and pliable under his touch and all his to enjoy-

There was a quiet knock on the door disrupting his thoughts.

“What do you want?” Taehyung’s head peeks outside the room.

Jungkook’s jaw clenches at Taehyung’s short attitude. He looks over Taehyung’s shoulder, watching your resting body, naked chest slowly rising up and down in sleep. He wants to push Taehyung aside, have you for himself, but right now he knows that’s not an option.

“Yoongi knows.”

Taehyung steps outside, not wanting to wake you with their discussion. “So?” Taehyung crosses his arms.

“Yeah,” Jungkook takes a deep calming breath, “Well he’s pissed, more than we anticipated. He has security with him, he’s tearing through the house to find her.”

“Okay,” Taehyung seems disinterested in what the younger man has to say.

“And he knows it was us.”

“What is he going to do? Kick me out of my own party?”

“I think I should teach you both a lesson instead.”

The two younger mens’ heads turn to their side, where Yoongi stands with six other men, each impressively more built than the next. Yoongi nods his head towards the pair and the men descend quickly.

“Don’t you think this is a bit overkill?” Taehyung says through gritted teeth, struggling against the hold three of the men have on him, one each restraining an arm, the other behind him so there is no escape.

Jungkook laughs, stuck in a similar position, “Yeah, you think I can’t handle this?”

“Is she in there?” Yoongi motions to the door behind them.

Taehyung smirks. “Yeah,” he jeers, eyes wide, mocking the older man, “but I wouldn’t go in there, she’s indisposed at the moment.” Yoongi walks around them silently, exchanging icy glares with the pair, entering the room and shutting the door.

Yoongi sees you and sighs.

You’re currently dead to the world, in deep sleep thanks to Taehyung’s and Namjoon’s relentless torture. Yoongi notices the marks across your bare skin. Tainted, he thinks, like a fallen angel tempted into lust. He’ll train you better, don’t worry. Now that you’re with him, you’ll learn to keep your legs fucking shut, he thinks. Walking across the room, he picks up the dress and bra he bought you. Bunching it up in his fist, he shoves the thin fabric into his pockets.

When he exits the room, he walks swiftly towards Taehyung and punches the restrained man in his jaw. Taehyung reels, surprised even if he could see it all coming, spitting out blood on the floor. As quick as his first, Yoongi lands a hard hit to Taehyung’s stomach. Yoongi’s face remained calm, his rage only made known by the sheer force he gave with each punch.

Taehyung doubles over in pain, and Yoongi shoves a knee into his side, hard enough for the younger man to go limp, held up by security. He grabs Taehyung’s head, nails digging into his hair.

“Pull something like this again and see what happens.”

Jungkook has already kicked one man unconscious, fighting off the other two men easily, making the other men leave Taehyung to help stop Jungkook. Without the support Taehyung falls to the ground, trying to pry Yoongi off of him.

“Worried she’ll come running to me once she sees what a monster you are?” he smirks up at Yoongi.

He returns the same smugness. “She won’t,” and he lets go, foot swiftly kicking into Taehyung’s crumpled frame.

Four men hold down a rabid Jungkook on the floor, knees digging into his back. Yoongi calls the men off. “C’mon, let’s not make a scene, we still have investors around. From now on stay away from y/n. I trust you can relay the message to Tae once he wakes up, Jungkook.”

Jungkook grunts against the men. “And how are you going to stop her from staying away from us?”

---

“I’m a lover, not a fighter.” Taehyung groans, sending Seokjin a smile despite his pain. Seokjin reaches for his side, poking the tender bruise. “Aish! You goddamn sadist,” Taehyung yells, swatting the older man’s hand away as Jin laughs at his friend.

“Aren’t you a bit of a masochist, though?”

“Where’s JK?” Taehyung asks, ignoring Jin’s question.

“Probably sharpening his knives, plotting ways to kill our Engineer.” Seokjin crosses his arms, “I hope this stunt was worth it.”

“Mhmm,” Taehyung smiles, his hand finds his pocket, fingers hitting lace, your panties still in his possession. “Oh, it was worth it.” He remembers your face, messy and full of tears, the image burned into his mind, making his dick throb even now. “And you'll never guess how Yoongi really found her.”

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A hard sway of the boat wakes you up abruptly. You can’t remember when you fell asleep. Yoongi’s blanket was placed over you and Yoongi nowhere to be seen. Your limbs ached, from playing in the water all day and from...other activities. Alone your mind wandered back to them. RM and V. Their phantom touches still lingering all over your body. RM’s strong hands, Taehyung’s desperate kisses, their deep voices taking turns whispering in your ears. Your stomach tightened, warmth blossoming inside again despite your tiredness.

No. You have to stop thinking about them. You can’t do this to yourself again.

You found your phone, looking over your new contacts. Jimin, Hoseok, Taehyung, and of course Yoongi’s phone numbers were added. Your fingers hovered over Taehyung’s contact. You wanted to ask him why, why would he do that to you? You even thought about blocking his number instead, because what answer could he give you? What answer would be sufficient enough?

You see an unread text from Jimin:

you left without saying goodbye :( tell me I get to see you again <3

You hesitate, you hadn’t expected to see any of them again. You hadn’t expected to be in this kind of situation at all. And now you’re wondering what the right thing to do is, should you let them into your life, your real life...

Or at least let Jimin in, who's been so sweet to you. You still can’t believe he’s the same Jimin from your streams.

hey! yoongi is taking me home so idk

His reply comes back quickly:

you’re not staying? please don’t go away :’( I already miss you so much

He’s already calling your phone before you have the chance to text back.

“Hey,” you whisper.

“Hey, Dahlia.”

“Don’t call me that,” you wince.

“Sorry! Y/n...I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Jimin...I…” This reminded you of all the nights you talked with him, the private chat rooms he would pay extra for.

“I had so much fun with you today. It was better than I imagined. Remember, all those times we talked about meeting up?”

Those were just silly fantasies to you, things you’d tell him to get him off quicker. Had you known how good-looking and alluring he was in person you would have never had the courage to say those things to him.

“Where are you now?”

“On Yoongi’s boat, headed home I think.”

“Why?” You can hear the disappointment in his voice.

“I have to, Jimin.” You didn’t know if you were ready to tell him you were probably going to be around again, now that you gave into Yoongi’s ridiculous proposition.

“You looked so good last night, and in the pool today, I could barely keep my eyes off of you,” he admitted.

You felt your face warm at his words. “You looked good too.��� ‘That’s an understatement,’ you smile to yourself, “I honestly can’t believe how good looking you are,” you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you wearing right now?”

You pause, looking around the room. The door is closed. Should you...What should you do?

“Y/n?” You shouldn’t.

“The same clothes you saw me in,” you whisper.

“Where are your hands?”

Oh fuck, his voice, down at least three octaves lower than the usual sweet airy tone you’ve gotten used to. You pause, shifting in bed.

“Where are your hands, angel?” Fuck. This definitely reminds you of the nights you spent talking to him, filling the void of loneliness you both had. Those nights always ended the same...

“Where do you want them to be?”

Jimin groans, making your legs press together. “On your mouth”

You know he can’t see you, you know you shouldn’t, but your fingers drag across your lips still as your breathing escalates.

“On your tongue.” You wet two fingers in your mouth.

“You there?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Do you wish it was me instead?”

You remember how he always wanted you to praise him. “Yes,” you say softly, let the words drag slowly, “I wish you were here on top of me instead.”

“Fuck, the next time I see you, I’m going to make you mine, y/n.”

You close your eyes. To have someone like Jimin, so breathtaking, so enthralling, call you his, would be a dream come true.

“Put your fingers on your clit.” Oh, that’s right, this was just a fantasy, like all the other times you talked to him. “Slowly, I want to hear you.”

You rub your thighs together, biting hard into your lip, torn on what to do. You were still sore from last night, and this was definitely not the place to engage in this sort of activity, but Jimin’s sweet moans, the sound of his hand working over his cock coming softly through the phone, made your stomach tighten, building a pressure you needed to release.

You take a quick scan of the room, quiet. Yoongi is probably asleep somewhere.

You move your hand down lower.

As he picks up the shift in your breathing, he moans louder into the phone.

You remembered the past twenty-four hours with him, his playful eyes looking you over, his tongue rolling over his lips while you talked, the way he invaded your space like an old friend, doting on you, his attention on you, his hands on you, his soft laughter and flirty banter.

Your legs widen, knees laid on the bed, making it easier for you to build upon your mounting pleasure, drawing quick precise circles in tandem to Jimin’s strokes. Jimin moaned your name, his voice loud through the speaker, the phone’s hard glass pressed up against your ear and shoulder, you wanted his soft lips instead. You were so close, you told Jimin so.

A soft knock on the door stopped you abruptly.

Shit! You sit up quickly, ending the call. “Give me a second!” You manage to smooth your dress out, crossing your legs a second before Yoongi is opening the cabin door wide, stepping inside.

“H-hey. Where have you been?” You say, wiping the sweat off your forehead. Cursing your jitteriness, you give Yoongi space as he takes a seat next to you.

“Who’s that?” Your phone is buzzing in your hands with Jimin’s call, you silence it quickly. It vibrates again.

You look at your phone, already knowing the answer. “Oh. It’s, uhh, Jimin.”

Yoongi rests his hands in his lap, looking at you. “Are you not going to answer?”

“Uhh, well...wait!” You try to pry your phone out of Yoongi’s hands as he answers it for you. He grabs your wrists tightly in a single hand, giving you a sharp look.

“Hey Jimin.”

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Need something?” Yoongi asks.

“Yeah, for you to fuck off. Bring y/n back to the island right now.”

“I think he misses you,” Yoongi whispers, pulling you closer by the wrists and placing the phone back to your ear.

You yank yourself away from Yoongi, gripping the phone tightly as he scoffs. “Uh hello, Jimin.” You can feel Yoongi’s penetrating stare on you. This whole situation is so fucking awkward you want to throw yourself overboard, all because you let Jimin’s breathy moans affect you so much, what has gotten into you?! Is there something in this island air?

‘You hung up on me, I’m disappointed in you.” Jimin pouts, his voice whiny and soft again.

“I’ll, umm, call you back later, Jimin.” Your eyes look over Yoongi’s face, you can’t tell if he’s upset with you or not, his features unreadable, but he sure doesn’t look happy.

“If you don’t I’ll be mad.” It sounded like a joke, but to Jimin, it was a warning.

“Okay,” you try to make your voice sound light, “Talk to you later!”

“You didn’t come, I bet you're so wet.”

“Bye!” You end the call quickly. “Where did you go?” you ask Yoongi.

“Checking on some things. We’re taking a detour. You like Thai food right?”

“Yeah...How did you know that? But...I need to get home.” You grip your phone tighter, defensively.

“Don’t worry, I’m not kidnapping you.” His eyes traveling down and up your body, “I’ll get you home before Monday.” His hand wipes the remaining sweat off your face, watching you closely “Are you okay?”

“I’m f-fine,” you say, moving away.

“What were you doing?” He gets closer to you. You feel wound up, ready to snap at anything, trying very hard not to make your anxiousness noticeable and Yoongi isn’t making things easier, the way his eyes feel like they’re searching you, about to uncover everything.

Of course Yoongi already knows, watching you fall apart on the boat’s camera system. The room was full of hidden cameras, strategically placed at every vantage point so he had the perfect view of every part of your body. He watched you touch yourself for someone else, anger and desire swirling in the pit of his stomach with every passing second, enjoying the show despite his irritation, until he heard you moan how close you were and decided to teach you a little lesson.

“Just resting.”

Silence ticks by, dragging out tension that feels suffocating. His eyes lower and stop at your hands, fidgeting on your lap. “Behaving?”

You scoff. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Silence, the cabin’s creaks, and your leg shifts, your core still sore, the wetness between your thighs warm and slick.

He leans in closer, chest bumping your shoulder, acting as if he was sharing a secret, “You haven't changed.” His lips brush against your cheek as he speaks, “You’re insatiable.” The way Yoongi looks at you makes you think he knows exactly what you had been up to, he looks ready to devour you. He glances down to your lips, slowly and purposefully.

You tell yourself it’s because you were still so worked up, that’s why you leaned in closer to him. But he pulls back from you quickly, leaving you feeling stupid for giving in to him even in the slightest.

Wait, why is he denying you? It makes you feel inferior, good to watch online, another faceless body that he can command and jerk off too, but he is above kissing you? He whisks you off to a paradise, acting like a possessive boyfriend the whole time, and he won’t even kiss you?

Your hand stayed hovering between your bodies, so you let it drop down onto his lap, he’s hard under your palm, he wants you, just like you thought, but before you can do anything else, Yoongi is gripping your wrist and twisting it away.

You yell in his grip, “Ow! What the fuck?!”

He laughs softly, “You’re such a brat, do you know that? You already forget what you did, and you think you deserve a kiss?”

‘So this is about last night?’ you think. How about right now, you want to talk about this present moment, first he barges into the room (ruining your orgasm, but you don’t want to tell him that), then he teases you and rejects you all in one breath, and now he’s acting like you owe him something.

Your eyes narrow, “You know, you don’t own me.” He doesn't react, or chooses not to listen. So you hit him with your free hand, shove him away in the chest in your annoyance.

“Throwing a tantrum just because I won’t kiss you?”

A tantrum? He is so full of himself! He is so fucking annoying! Min Yoongi is the most annoying person you’ve ever met. If he wants a tantrum you’ll give him a tantrum-

You twist your arms, shoving him even harder when he lets go, pushing him down. He catches your hands easily, pulling you onto his lap. His lazy aloof demeanor made you forget just how strong he was. He flips you easily on your back, his knee pressing between your legs.

“All you have to do is say you’re sorry, brat.”

“Fuck you.” You try to land another hit, but his hands still hold yours, making your movements jerky, unable to make contact. You grunt in annoyance.

“If you say you’re sorry.” He stretches your limbs, hands above your head, pressing his body down on yours. Min Yoongi, insufferable, and so hard against you.

“You know what? I’m not sorry. I would do it agai-”

His palm hits the cabin wall above your head, the sound reverberates loud making you yelp.

You were going to call him crazy, you were going to scream at him, tell him to take you home, that there was no way in hell you would ever work for him, that’s what you were going to do...

Instead you kissed him back. His lips captured yours in a crushing kiss, stealing your breath and all the unspoken insults died in the back of your throat, replaced by his tongue, hot and heavy, invading your mouth. He kisses you and kisses you, until your lungs are burning, body twisting against his, trying to get a full breath in. He’s so insistent, so heavy against you, you’ve only managed to shift against his leg, escalating your arousal, whimpering into his mouth.

There’s a sharp knock against the boat, a loud thud on the ceiling, making him finally break away from you. Yoongi holds you still while he listens, and while you gasp for breath.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, pulling away from you despite your protests.

You feel like jumping out of your own skin, wetter and needier than ever. You get up too, silently following behind Yoongi.

When you reach the top it’s still night, a couple more hours until sunrise. The sea air helps lift whatever spell you were under, now you just feel sticky and pissed.

There’s another boat, smaller than this one, but still an impressive size. It’s that man again, the one who makes Yoongi smile. You watch them whisper to one another while you sulk on the deck, trying to make sense of what just happened. You definitely were about to strangle Min Yoongi with your bare hands before he decided to return your kiss tenfold.

You watch as Yoongi hands the man something small, it looks like a USB drive, receiving a large suitcase in return.

He notices you watching, smiles at you and waves. ‘Cute,’ you think. So you give him a small wave back.

“Take me home,” you say flatly once the other boat leaves and Yoongi comes to your side.

“Stop sulking.”

You decide you’re going to wait away from him until you’re back home, turning on your heel to go back to the cabin.

Yoongi grabs your arm, “If you want me to make you come you just have to ask.”

You think you’d rather jump in the ocean. “I’m not in the mood anymore,” you glare, yanking your arm away. You are entirely too annoyed to get off now.

---

Seokjin opens the door and ushers Jimin and Jungkook in. The two men take over the bed, jumping on either side of Taehyung.

“Why did you let yourself get caught?” Jimin asks, cuddling next to the bandaged man.

“Ugh, you think I wanted to get beat up?” Taehyung groans.

“Well, you are a masochist,” Jimin says.

“Someone ratted us out!” Jungkook seethes, feet kicking the mattress, shaking the bed and making Taehyung wince.

“You know how paranoid Yoongi is, he probably had eyes on her.” Jin offers.

“No,” Taehyung mulls the thought over, “I doubt it, not this time, or he’d know about Joon,”

“Do you think it was Namjoon?” Jungkook’s wide eyes go even wider.

Jin barks with laughter, “Joon?”

Taehyung thinks about it, it makes sense. He’s already backstabbing Yoongi, Taehyung should have known he was going to backstab him. Namjoon gets to have you, gets to gain Yoongi’s trust further, gets to make it harder for others to get close to you. The thought hurts Taehyung more than Yoongi’s blow to his rib.

“Yeah, I don’t believe it. He’s smart, but not evil mastermind smart,” Jimin says.

“Let’s just keep our distance from both him and Hoseok, I don��t trust either of them.” Taehyung says, and Jimin pouts.

“But I already promised Hobi we’d go together to make a surprise visit at a certain cafe.”

“What?! How did you know about that?”

Jimin points to the eldest, “Jin told me.”

“Yeah, he told me too,” Jungkook adds.

“I might have also told Namjoon too, sorry.”

Taehyung groans, and then subsequently winces again.

---

You wake up, head resting against something warm and moving.

Yoongi.

The boat isn’t swaying, it feels anchored, but your head moves steadily up and down with each breath Yoongi takes. It feels nice, you haven’t woken up next to someone in so long. Waking up alone and snuggling into your covers feels great on a lazy weekend morning. This feels better, having another wrap their arms around you, snuggling into their embrace instead. It’s a special kind of warmth, an intimacy you haven’t shared with a lot of people.

Your movements are slow and your mind is still half asleep, so you don’t question why he’s here and you’re not in a hurry to leave. You study Yoongi, this man who inserted himself into your life like a lightning rod. Now in bed with you like a lover, clothes discarded to only one layer, in a tight white tee, slacks still on, quietly snoring against you. Even if you ultimately agreed, you wondered what he would have done if you hadn’t. You don’t know how to feel about it, you should hate him, but you don’t, you should pull away from him, but you don’t.

His arms rest securely on your shoulder. You remember the day you first met, and his uninviting grip on you then. Well, that ruined the moment, you throw his hands off you and pull yourself away, sitting up on your elbows. At least he looks pretty unthreatening now as he stirs awake, mouth slightly hanging open, hair a mess against his pillow.

You check your phone, it’s almost two in the afternoon, you slept all day in his embrace. Had you really been that tired? You poke his side. He rolls over, arms pulling you back to him.

“Go back to sleep, lunch is being prepared,” Yoongi mumbles into your hair.

You sigh. With his arms lazily wrapped around you, leg thrown over yours in such an intimate way it makes you warm all over, you’re too comfortable to put up a fight. Instead, you think about everything that has transpired to get you into this spot. You relive the party in your mind, your thoughts drift back to where they shouldn't be, and you think about RM.

---

“Jin, can’t you just let this one go?”

“Funny how you say that after you were the only one who got to fuck her again. I covered for you, you owe me.”

Namjoon sighs. The older man pats him on the back, eyes sparkling. He looks radiant, no one would guess the darkness that lies underneath. “So I can count on you to back me up with the proposal?”

“Why do you want to move up the date? Do you really think Yoongi is going to let her anywhere near us now? She’s not an active member anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter if he does, as long as she’s there, it’s not a show I want. And it won’t be like before, she is much more willing to play. Isn’t she?”

Namjoon hums. You have changed, he thinks. Not a scared little lamb like before, it makes him wonder what Jin has in store for you.

---

Thai food, just like Yoongi promised, his boat docked in an unfamiliar harbor, food prepared fresh and presented beautifully. A table spread not over the top, but dripping with elegance, a luxury you’ve never experienced.

It’s quiet, peaceful, and honestly, you could get used to this.

“Can you take a picture of me?”

You hand Yoongi your cell and hop onto the boat’s bow and drape your legs across, hold your champagne flute up and give Yoongi a soft smile.

You inspect the picture. Just like you thought, you look like one of those rich assholes flexing atop their yacht. Well, you don’t hate the picture. You look back at your own rich asshole, who leans against the boat's railing, watching you quietly. “Do you want to take a picture together?”

---

why are you ignoring me?

Taehyung’s message lights up your phone, his call follows, and you ignore it again. You have more important things to worry about, like how the fuck you’re going to tell your manager you’re quitting.

You pace your apartment, it’s past midnight and you’re wide awake, too anxious to even sit.

“You know, that whole two week’s notice thing is bullshit. Did they give you two week’s notice when you lost your job? You could just not show up, he’ll get the idea.”

‘Or he’ll send the police looking for me,’ you think, groaning.

Min Yoongi stands in your living room, looking over the bookcase in your apartment. “Stop touching things! You should leave, I have to wake up early tomorrow,” you grumble.

“Sleep in. Go into work late.” His hand holds a small stuffed bear you used as a book end, inspecting it. You grab the bear away, “Didn’t I say stop touching things?!” you groan, “Stop, before I change my mind,” you glare.

Yoongi kisses you. It was soft at first, heated and possessive, hand cradling the back of your head so you wouldn’t get hurt when he pressed you to the wall.

“You can’t silence me with a kiss, that’s not how real life works,” you murmur against his lips.

“I don’t want you to be silent,” he says, mouth on your neck, hands encasing your wrists, holding them tight to the wall while he bites down hard. You yell in pain fidgeting against his hold, and he pulls the sensitive skin into his mouth, sucking hard, again. You know it will leave a mark, you know that’s probably what he’s aiming for, licking at the spot above your necklace, unable to be hidden by a shirt collar.

You try to move your hands, first with not much force, then when his hold stays, all the force you have. Yoongi stays pressed against you, sucking marks into your skin, holding you still, listening to your stuttered moans. The way he dominates you switches something inside, ice turns into heat, melting you from the inside. You’re so wet.

You test him again, pushing against him, secretly hoping he doesn’t stop, secretly wishing he doesn’t act like all the other men you’ve brought to your apartment, too scared to try anything improper. And when he presses into more, drags your arms above your head, inhaling into your neck, driving his thigh between your legs, your insides burn and you feel you may erupt at any moment.

Molten lava pools in the pit of your stomach. Experiencing the overpowering way he desires you ignites something inside you, a part of you you’ve tried to ignore. A moan escapes you, and then another until you’re moaning and whimpering, wrapped in his embrace. His lips working over your exposed skin as you grind against his thigh, panties soaked, muscles burning.

You moan his name, head nudging his, wanting to get closer to his lips, let him pour his desire into you. His grip tightens and your body heat rises, you feel like you’re floating, overwhelming desire making you lightheaded. You’re so close to begging him to fuck you when he pulls away, finally releasing you.

“You get a week, then we’re leaving, let your boss know,” he pants. He wanted to rip your clothes off, fuck you into the cushions of your couch, but you were supposed to be giving into him, not him giving into you.

“A week?!”

---

“Taehyung, I don’t want to talk to you. Stop calling.”

“Why?!” his voice cracks, Taehyung sounds like a wounded animal, small and sad.

“You just...left me.” The line stays quiet. You look at your phone to make sure you weren’t disconnected. “Well?!”

“I didn’t mean to. I never wanted to leave. I had a good reason, please believe me, y/n!” he whimpers.

“You took all my clothes!”

Wait, what? Realization dawns on him, and he knows who did this, who poisoned your thoughts against him. He had underestimated Yoongi. Taehyung feels foolish, upset, and murderous.

“I’m so sorry, I was going to come back, I swear,” he pauses, “How can I make it up to you?”

“I don’t want you to, I want you to leave me alone.”

“Please, y/n...please...it’s not what you think-”

“Listen, I have to get back to work, we’ll talk later, okay?” He sounds desperate. ‘Good,’ you think, now he knows how you felt the moment you woke up all alone.

---

You thought waiting until the end of your shift would be better, but you’re exhausted and still not prepared to go through with this. Why exactly are you uprooting your life again? you ask yourself. You think about all those zeros, and the addicting way Yoongi makes you feel, and maybe you want to be selfish.

When you first joined House of Cards, it wasn’t out of greed at all, it had been out of survival, and then somewhere along the way, when your bank account was always full, you could afford take out every day, you didn’t have to shop at the discount rack, and you had more attention than you’ve ever had in your entire life, you did fall into greed, into sin. You became a full fledged sinner, full of lust, greed, gluttony...was there also envy? Were you envious of the way Yoongi had it all? Did you want what was his?

After a painful amount of silence, you repeat yourself.

“I’m, um, quitting.”

Your manager is staring you down like he’s trying to pick up on any signs of distress, but you just stare back at him, determined, slightly regretful, but ready.

“Does this have something to do with what happened?”

You shake your head, unable to speak the lie to his face. “I’m leaving the city at the end of the week.”

Your manager looks at you in disbelief. “Well,” he sighs, “I’m sorry to see you go...is there anything I can do to change your mind?”

You give him a wary smile and shake your head. “Thank you,” he was one of the few good things about this place, so you feel the need to add, “You’re a great manager, by the way.”

He calls your name as you’re about to leave, “Y/n!”

“Yeah?”

“If you need any help, you have my number.”

You feel sorry, but you wouldn’t mind if you never had to clock in to a morning shift ever again.

---

You thought your last week would go by fast, Yoongi has left you alone, only stopping by your apartment at night with peace offerings of food and wine, because you made him promise he wouldn’t make things awkward with you and your boss.

Everything was going smoothly, until half way through the week you come face-to-face with Jimin. Jimin! Your Jimin! That Jimin, with the sexy face and sexy body and sexy everything. Why is Jimin at your job?!

There’s Jimin, walking up to the front of your line in a chic burgundy suit that makes him stick out like a sore thumb in a sea of frumpy earth toned working class men.

“I missed you.”

You try not to flinch while you stare back at him with wide eyes, lowering your hissing voice, “How did you know where I work?!”

You look like shit, frumpy and plain and nothing like how he first saw you. You feel exposed and embarrassed and so not prepared to deal with him staring at you like that. Why why why did he have to come here?! Every pair of eyes in the near vicinity are on him, and consequently on you too.

“I just wanted to see you, Yoongi can’t have all the fun.” He gives you a bright smile, but that doesn't answer your question. “Are you really going to go work for him?”

You shush him. “Please order something,” you whisper urgently.

“One Cafe Americano.”

“One Cafe Americano,” you repeat, “Anything else?”

“You,” you look up from your register, trying to contain your mortification.

“Anything else to eat?”

“You,” he winks.

‘This is not happening. This is not happening.’ You repeat the phrase in your head while you hand him his drink and his fingers hold onto yours noticeably longer than they should. Jimin lingers around the counter, sipping his drink and staring at you while you try to concentrate on the next customer.

If you weren’t careful, you were going to make another scene. You let your coworker know you’re going on break. She giggles, not at you, but at Jimin, who is running his hand through his hair and smiling at you both, her face red at his attention.

Ugh, that’s not how you act, right?

You can feel Jimin’s eyes on you as you quickly make a beeline for the exit, ignoring him. You have a feeling you don’t have to ask him to follow you.

“You can’t just show up to my job, Jimin!” you dart through people outside.

Jimin whines, hands in his pockets, “I missed you.”

You sigh, trying to find a quiet place where people won’t notice you. “And how did you even know where I worked?” ‘How did you find me?’ you really want to say.

“I have my ways.” It wasn’t that difficult when he had your phone to turn on a tracker, and with Jin’s insight, once your position landed on a cafe he knew where to go. “So, you and Yoongi...you’re going to be working under him?” The way he emphasises ‘under’ has you hot in the face, stuttering out your reply.

“That's the plan, yes.”

“So...you and him...are together? You have feelings for him?”

You stop walking. “What?! No?”

“You don’t?” Jimin sounds suspicious by your reaction.

“I just want-” ‘money, some adventure, not to waste away alone in your small shitty apartment slowly shriveling up like that plant you always forget to water’ “-to be free.”

You think about the dolphins swimming along Yoongi’s boat, the fresh air and calm atmosphere that made you forget for a couple of moments everything else in your life.

“What do you mean?”

“I just want to be free, Jimin! Like you! Start something new, live a better life, have an adventure. I didn’t realize how much I hated how mediocre everything was until...until...” You don’t want to say his name, you don’t want to give Yoongi that power. You can already hear his cocky voice, ‘See, I was right about you.’ Like he knows you, please! You start walking again, uncomfortable with standing idle and thinking too much about it.

‘Oh, sweetheart, you really have no idea,’ Jimin thinks. ‘You have no idea how much freedom will cost you.’

“I could give you that,” he says, catching up to you, “I mean, if you think your only option is Yoongi, it’s not.”

“I will keep that in mind.” You don’t doubt Jimin means what he says, but Yoongi feels dependable in his promises. You’re afraid Jimin would get over you as quickly as he’d have you, he seems to enjoy the chase too much, he’d move on to bigger and better and leave you in the dust, and you don’t blame him for it. In short, Jimin plays too much.

“Tell me something, did you ever think about me after you left the site?”

“Yes.” you admit. You did, sometimes, late at night. Your thoughts drifted to quite a few of your viewers. It’s not like you had a huge social life anymore.

“I’ve thought about you, ever since that night. I should have been with you then. That never would have happened.”

Your breath hitches. You knew exactly what night Jimin was referring to. You didn’t like to think about it, that night had been pure chaos, the night you visited House of Cards. You didn’t like to think about how far your limits were pushed, how unprepared you were for it. It kept going on and on and more. You didn’t like thinking about it, the way you felt disgusted with yourself, because at some point, your body betrayed you and you reveled in it.

“It’s okay to cry, baby.” When did you start crying? You shrugged Jimin’s hand off your face, wiping your tears off quickly.

You don’t want to think about it. “I have to go back to work.”

Jimin places his hand on your shoulder, holding you firmly. “Wait! Don’t leave, I put you in a bad mood, I’m sorry,” he says as he hugs you close.

“I’m fine,” you say, but Jimin is running his hands up and down your back soothingly, and you can’t help but melt into his embrace. You’re fine, aren’t you? His hands cup your cheeks, lips pressed against your forehead in a tender kiss. He kisses your left cheek lightly, moving to the other side and repeating the action, kiss after gentle kiss, he places like bandaids across your skin, until he lands on your lips. By then, you were already relaxed enough, giving in to him felt right, you kissed him back eagerly.

“My break-” you try to speak between his soft kisses, “-is almost over.”

“We still have some time, please, y/n,” he whines needily, already pulling you further away from your job, to his car.

“Less than ten minutes,” you tell him.

“I can work with that.” His tongue drags across his lips as he pulls you along, fingers interlaced tightly together.

It is broad daylight! His windows are tinted sure, but in a car?! In an Aston Martin, where, how?! “Jimin, wait-”

“Trust me.” He opens the passenger door for you, ushering you inside.

“I said ten minutes,” you say worriedly as he’s pulling out of the parking space.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you back on time, but first, some adventure,” he winks, reaching over to cup your cheek. He pinches your cheek, and you both giggle. Jimin is too much fun. They probably won’t notice if you take an extra five.

Jimin speeds into a nearby parking garage, racing through the floors until you’re at the top level. “Here?!” you tell him when he reopens the passenger side door for you. Instead of letting you leave, he presses the seat recline, entering your side. “What if someone sees us? I-I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Baby, please, be good for me. I just want to make you feel better.” He places his hand between your legs, pressing into your core, rubbing your clothes against you. The door is still open, his body half way out, strong thighs straddling your lap, muscle pressing down on your legs. “But what if we get caught?!”

“There’s no one here,” Jimin laughs, standing up. “No one is going to come up here,” he grabs your hand, placing it on his growing erection. “I need you, y/n.” He feels thick and hard in your palm, your fingers itch to feel his skin. He moans when you press your thumb up the outline of his bulge.

With you finally receptive he eagerly unbuckles his pants, pulling himself out. This is even more reckless, you think, watching him stroke himself out in the open, so shamelessly, and so hot. He places your hand back on him again, this time you get to feel him completely, his soft tight skin, his veins and pulsing muscles, he feels so good.

His free hand guides your head closer, until your lips bump into the tip of his cock, soft and warm, you lick it slowly. He rocks his hips forward, filling your mouth with his length. The way Jimin whines for you, makes you suck him harder, eager to hear more.

He grips the car’s roof, muttering encouragement, so responsive to your touch. You feel him swell, close to release. So you move quicker, sucking harder, tongue rolling over his skin, up and down, until he holds the back of your head still, pulsing in your mouth.

You swallow and lick him until he jolts from oversensitivity, hands pulling your jaw back, enjoying the sight of you, lips swollen and eyes wide staring back up at him. He wishes he could take a picture...Jungkook or Tae would go crazy for something like that, he’d have them eating out of the palm of his hand in no time. No matter, he’s sure he’ll have plenty of opportunities later on.

He pulls out from the wet warmth of your mouth, bending down to kiss you, his tongue licking into your mouth, tasting his own saltiness on your tongue. “You have too many clothes on.” Pulling at your clothes, Jimin kisses your jaw, pulling down the turtle neck you had to wear under your work clothes and reminding you why you needed an extra layer.

“I think we’ve run out of time, Jimin.” you gasp, trying to organize your thoughts while Jimin’s adept fingers move inside your pants. He caresses your cheek, the action so soft and sweet compared to the way his fingers unforgivingly press inside your tightness, in short harsh movements, strained against your pants. His fingers run along your lip as you breath heavily, “I h-have to g-go,” a change of pace has you shivering, “fuck oh fuck, Jimin!”

“Give me just one.” he bites his lips, hovering over you, watching as you move your hips to gain more friction. “Go on, angel.”

You fuck yourself on his fingers. He presses another finger into you to reach deeper, earning louder moans. “Look at you, so fucking perfect, all my friends fighting over you, but you’re going to be mine, aren’t you?”

You rut against his hand, the weight of his words unable to reach you, slipping through your mind before you can fully process everything he’s saying. Who is fighting over you? His thumb swipes across your clit, sweeping back and forth so quickly your legs are shaking.

“You better hurry up and come, angel, you don’t want to be late.” You roll your hips quicker, so so close. “Tell me when you’re about to, how you used to, baby.”

---

Stuck in your apartment during lockdown, you went to bed late and slept in late. It ended up being perfect for you, your shows were always more lucrative at night. But in the early morning hours you woke up to your inbox flooded with messages from a viewer you spoke regularly to, questions to see you with a familiar tone of loneliness and sadness laced through the words, like he was reaching out for you, because you were his last lifeline. So you promised him your undivided attention this afternoon.

“How are you feeling?” His messages worried you.

jimin-bby: happy now that I can see my baby

jimin-bby: you look so fucking cute

“Thank you, Jimin” You act shy. Act shy, because you know it’s what he likes, and when Jimin is in a good mood, he tips well.

“I wanted to look good for you.” Legs spread, baby doll dress hiked up around your waist, lace and tulle bunched up around you, camera angle centered to show all of you, all for Jimin to enjoy.

Following his instructions on how to get off, you give Jimin what he wants; egg vibrator, glass dildo, you tell him you wish it was him, you tell him you’d do anything to feel his cock inside you instead. He’s your favorite viewer, you want him to fuck you, so so bad, you tell him. He tells you to go faster, moan his name, pull the dildo out, stay like that, fuck your fingers instead.

“Can I come? Please, please, can I come?”

It makes him happy when you beg, when you whine and whimper for him to let you release, and when Jimin is in a good mood, he tips well.

---

“Please let me come, please, please!”

“Hold it!”

On your streams, when they told you not to come, you could lessen your movements, soften your pressure, slow your fingers down, and pretend. But Jimin’s fingers inside you become harsher, persistently pressing into the spots that make you shake the most.

“I c-can’t. Fuck!”

“Don’t come until I say so!” You try to hold his hand still, buck him off of you, think of anything else, but his hands are all over you, inside you, driving you closer to the edge. You pulse around him, stiffening under him, and he knows.

“This time listen,” Jimin rubs his fingers over your walls and you clamp your legs shut, too sensitive for any more.

“No! My break is over, Jimin, no more,” you pant, trying to calm your breathing.

‘No?’ Jimin doesn’t like how you’re acting. You never told him ‘no’ before, you always listened to him. You always gave him what he wanted. You were so good to him before, you were so well behaved. Jimin frowns, he wants that version of you back, he wants ‘Dahlia’ back.

Jimin pulls around to the front of your job. This entrance for you is way too flashy, you almost want to tell him to take you to the back, but you have to get back to work. You unbuckle your seatbelt and he kisses you on the lips, surprising you, acting like a boyfriend dropping you off.

“I’ll stop by for lunch tomorrow. Wear something easier to take off, yeah?” he winks.

This is going to be a long week.

---

“Give me a minute!” you yell from your kitchen.

Another impatient knock at the door and you already know who it is. Yoongi walks in, handing you bags of takeout and a bottle of wine.

“I was making fried rice,” you say as you watch him make himself at home.

“Good, it will go with the food.” He settles down with you in the living room, you think tonight will actually be pleasant, until he asks, “How was your day with Jimin?”

“How did you know?” your eyes narrow.

“Jimin told me,” he lies.

Silence, with neither of you willing to break first. You wonder just how much Jimin told him, eyeing Yoongi from the corner of your eye, but he remains passive like always.

He sighs, “I will be away until the end of the week when I come to get you, we’ve changed dates for our next House Meeting, everything needs to be rescheduled, it’s going to be hectic.”

“Another meeting?”

“Yeah, I didn’t plan for this to happen, it was a board decision. They wanted to hold one large event for all House members while restrictions are still lax. Our biggest yet.”

You tense, reminded of your conversation with Jimin.

“You’re worried.” Yoongi can sense the anxiousness radiating off you in waves.

“I’m not worried! I just...don’t know if I can attend something like that again.”

“You’re not participating. Unless you wanted to.” He checks your expression. “You will be behind the scenes, with me.”

You nod your head. ‘It will be fine,’ you think, what’s the worst that could happen?

“So how long have you and Jimin been friends?” you take a sip of wine.

“It’s been a long time. Almost a decade now, since we started The House together.”

“He and you founded House of Cards together?!”

“Well, it was seven of us. You met them.” Those men, no wonder they were so intimidating, you think. “The House wasn’t my idea, I agreed to help a friend, I was introduced to Jimin then.”

“So what was it, some kind of pet project you and your rich friends decided to start for fun?” This screams bored rich people shit.

Yoongi laughs. “You know some of us weren’t always rich. Want to guess what I used to do before we started The House?”

Hmm. What could Yoongi have been, someone with such a commanding presence, yet reserved attitude. “Were you like some kind of disgruntled project manager, wanting to stick it to the man?”

Yoongi looks down, smirking. “I worked as a late night DJ.”

“You? A DJ?” you try really hard to imagine Yoongi in a club, headphones and turntable...no, you can’t see it.

“Yes, me a DJ.”

“Why haven’t I heard of you?” you tease.

“Hitting it big is practically impossible now. Anyone with a laptop and second hand controller thinks DJing is his ticket to stardom. I had some regular jobs, but the market for live entertainment is oversaturated, and opportunities are only diminishing.”

“Like everything now,” you sigh. “I still can’t imagine you as a DJ.”

“I was pretty good at it,” he smirks. “Clubs, weddings, birthday parties, the moms loved me.”

“What!” you laugh, nudging his shoulder. “I bet they did.”

“What I do now,” he pauses, “it’s a means to an end like all things in life.”

You hum. “I wish life wasn’t so extreme. Why is it so hard to live out our own dreams? It’s the 21st century, and we are still fighting just to survive.”

“I’ll show you, people like us can have everything we want in life too.”

What Yoongi wants is you.

--

The next day, when you’re clocking out of work, you run into a stranger. Except it wasn’t really a stranger at all. Before you can apologize, Park Jimin drapes his arms around you, sparkling eyes meeting yours.

“Jimin!”

The stranger in question turns around, and Hoseok smiles back at you.

“Sorry I missed our lunch date sweetheart, work has been busy.” Jimin says. “But now we are here! And we are taking you out!” Before you can object Hoseok is pulling you along with him.

Even though you were tired from work, you found yourself trying on dress after dress for the pair. They took you shopping, it was fun even if you felt like you were playing dress up, wearing expensive clothes that were not your style, but Jimin and Hoseok made you laugh and feel pretty, and it was easy to feed off their energy.

They took you to a local club. “We have a private room,” Jimin promised. You walk through a crowd of men, loud music and strobe lights, and half naked women dancing on polls. True to Jimin’s words, they took you to a private room overlooking the dance floor.

“I didn’t even know there was a club like this around here.” you muse, finally in a place quiet enough where you can hear yourself think, as you watch the crowd below through the room’s window.

“Jimin knows all the hot spots.” Hoseok's distinct deep voice carries through the room over the muted music.

“It’s my specialty,” Jimin purrs, hugging you from behind, drawing the curtains closed.

“Is that what you do for The House? Yoongi said you founded it together.”

“You’re talking about me?” Jimin says playfully.

“And he didn’t mention me? I’ve known him longer! I’m the one who introduced him to Jimin.” Hoseok takes a seat. The room is small, one long couch facing the window and a pole in the center of the room, a table pushed in the corner. The purpose for a room like this is unmistakable, and you have a better idea why Hoseok and Jimin chose such a revealing outfit for you. Jimin takes a seat next to Hoseok, calling you to his side. The space between them is too small for another person, but they still sit you in between them.

“So how did you all meet each other?” You try to make your question sound lighthearted, a way to start conversation, not the reason you endured running around all day acting excited for the pair.

“Well, I worked together with Seokjin and Namjoon at a night club,” Hoseok says, “We realized we all enjoy a certain type of lifestyle,” his bright eyes watch you carefully, “which ended up being perfect for The House.”

“We all brought something to the table that the others needed. I think that’s why it ended up working so well.” Jimin added.

“Oh? What was that? What are your specialties, gentlemen?” You wanted to learn more, and the pair seemed more than willing to tell you. You tried to stay focused, but Hoseok's hand stayed close around your waist, palm splayed on your ribs, thumb and fingers rubbing along the undercurve of your breasts while you talked. It was difficult not to become distracted by him.

“Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi run the tech side of things,” Jimin says.

‘Jungkook and Taehyung are like...Yoongi?’

“And Jimin is a party planning extraordinaire,” Hoseok adds.

“And Hobi handles the finances, among other things.”

The way they both look at you, you can only imagine what ‘other things,’ Jimin is referring to. “And um, Seokjin? And...what's his name?”

“Joon...Namjoon.”

“Well, they both came up with the idea,” Jimin shrugs. “Seokjin pulls all the investment deals together and Namjoon controls everything else. The site has grown so much, but in the beginning they really were the ones who ran the show, so to speak.” He winks. “Seokjin invested his own money and Namjoon orchestrated The House sessions. Now we have a large enough following, we can sit back and supervise for the most part.”

“And participate,” Hoseok laughs.

“So you’re all founders and members…Hobi,” you pause, “What is your alias?”

“Guess!”

“Hmm, did you watch my streams?”

“Of course, even the private ones,” Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows, “We had a lot of fun. You really can’t guess?” Who could he be? “I always loved when you wore those bright colored outfits for me.”

Okay, now you remember.

---

You were excited, tonight you were holding a special stream, just to enter members would have to put down a sizable donation, and if everyone answered your personal invitation, this stream was sure to be your most profitable yet!

The chatroom fills and you’re jittery with excitement. You bought toys, so many new toys. In your personal experience, you’ve always relied on two faithful companions, tiny and discrete in their own ways, but tonight you decided to be adventurous! You know, put on a good show. Don’t let anyone tell you you were becoming boring!

You wore a large white button down, while the chat filled you took your time unbuttoning the shirt and revealing a neon green one piece underneath. It matched the neon green eye mask you wore, it was a pretty sequined one you found.

PlayboyJK: u are a goddess, so fucking beautiful

“Hey JK,” You giggle as he keyboard smashes replies. You notice another user joining, and you can't help but address him by name. “Hey Suga, I missed you.” You blow a kiss to the camera, waiting for his reply.

Suga: hey Dahlia

jimin-bby: no kiss for me? I thought I was your favorite :(

V: we all know I’m Dahlia’s favorite :)

j-hope: Dahlia is wearing my color, I’m the favorite tonight

You laugh and throw kiss after kiss to the camera, giggling at the reactions.

RJin: thank you for the invite. I feel very lucky

“I’m the lucky one tonight,” you say, noticing user 'RM' joining the chat room as well. “So,” you bend over, searching for a green vibrator, cleavage in full view of the camera, “let’s get started.”

---

“J-Hope.”

“Smart girl!” Hoseok yells encouragingly, pulling you into a hug.

You should be surprised, but it makes sense now, he is very much like his online persona. “What is Yoongi’s alias?”

The pair hold a silent exchange. “He hasn’t told you, I wonder why that is,” Hoseok says, looking you over.

The atmosphere shifts and becomes awkward. You feel like an insect, clipped to glass, being observed for faults and defects. “You’re a smart girl, you’ll figure it out.” Hoseok smiles brightly, it would seem encouraging, but he still looks at you like a puzzle to solve, it reminds you of...Yoongi.

“Why are we talking about Yoongi,” Jimin groans, his eyes briefly fixated upon your choker. “You have us, aren’t we more than enough?”

Jimin moves closer to you, the centimeters of space you had between you dissolved into hot muscle pressed tight to your side. “You’re really thinking about him?” His hand runs along your thigh, under your dress, fingers pressing your thighs apart. Hoseok hugs you from behind, hands holding your hips tightly. “Now?”

You were thinking about him. You couldn’t help it, you closed your eyes and imagined him in the corner of the room, dark eyes watching you, getting jealous. “No.”

Hoseok chuckles behind you, breath tickling your neck, pulling your hips back against him.

“You didn’t listen to me yesterday either. Hobi, you should teach her a lesson.” You twist your body around to face Hoseok, who takes the opportunity to capture your lips in a kiss. Jimin places soft pecks against your shoulder. “Hobi is very talented in discipline techniques. You could say it is another one of his specialties.”

Hoseok breaks his kiss and runs his tongue along your other shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses up your neck. If Jimin was the devil on your shoulder, what was Hoseok? Certainly no angel, but still taking you to heights of pleasure that feel like heaven.

“Do you want to dominated, y/n?” Hoseok asks, his hand tips your jaw towards him. Jimin is pressed so close to your side, smiling devilishly at you, licking his lips, placing a hand over your hand over his thigh.

Do you...want to be dominated...by J-Hope...Hoseok? Is it him who you really want?

“Yes.”

Hoseok gives you a bright smile, profile glowing under the fluorescent blue club lights. “Yes Master,” he whispers, waiting.

“Yes Master.”

Your words affect Jimin more than Hoseok. At least at first glance, Jimin pulls at your clothes, kisses becoming rougher, teeth and tongue dragging along your skin. Hoseok moves away, sitting back, watching as Jimin feels up your body.

“C’mere.” Hoseok beckons you over, fingers twitching impatiently. You start to pull away from Jimin when Hoseok says, “Crawl.”

A spark of fire drops into your stomach, heat bursting at his command. Your knees shift along the couch as you crawl slowly towards him. Hoseok is warm and inviting, yet looks at you with such imposing confidence, like you’d do anything he’d say. Your heart beats wildly, because you just might...

He pulls your body over his lap, settling you face down across his thighs, pulling your dress over ass, exposing your backside to Jimin who makes his appreciation known, loudly.

“How many, Jimin? Twenty? Twenty-five?”

“Twenty-five,” Jimin agrees. “Next time you’re with Yoongi, I want you to think of me.”

Hoseok lands one sharp stinging hit on your left cheek. There was no hint of holding back, no easing into the pain. You’ve been spanked before, during sex, from zealous partners, but this was not like that. This hurt. “Count, Sunshine.”

“One.” your voice comes out as a whisper.

“Louder,” Hoseok punctuates the command with another slap. Stinging even more as he hits the same spot. You scream.

“T-two.” His hand runs along your tender skin, caressing and massaging, and then hitting the same spot another time, hard enough to have you rocking forward, grabbing onto his calf.

“Three,” you whimper. Jimin inhales sharply, watching your skin darken, hand gripping his dick.

“Four!” your body goes rigid, you clench as he lands another hard hit lower, bruising new skin.

“Five,” you cry out, grinding your teeth, hands instinctively reaching behind you to cover the spot and stop the pain. Hoseok didn’t like that, he grabbed your arm and lifted his leg so you were pushed forward and almost falling off his lap. You felt powerless and dizzy and hurting and wet.

You wanted to jump off his lap, but the way Hoseok held you over his knee, taking away your balance, holding onto your body with the same power he held over your voice, controlling you so you didn’t have to think about anything other than following his commands, you endured the pain for more .

“Count!” You counted hit after hit, as he alternated between each cheek, his small mercy becoming just as unbearable.

“Twenty,” you pant, head ringing, muscles tense, skin burning, ass and pussy throbbing. Just when you thought you couldn't handle any more pain, Hoseok’s nimble fingers press into you, skillfully stroking you inside and out, taking no time just as quickly to work you into a frenzy. You almost forget the pain, almost. You clench around him.

“Don’t let her come, this is punishment, remember?” Jimin’s voice is uncharacteristically cold. He really wanted to punish you, but you were hurtling fast towards orgasm.

“You heard Jimin, don’t come and I’ll spare you the last five,” Hoseok says, voice dripping with mirth at the way you whimper and cry out, in pain for another reason. You shudder, shaking like a leaf, you can’t hold back, you can’t and you don’t want to. Hoseok knows all the tell tale signs, and as you start, he swiftly stops, pulling out of you and slapping you hard again, effectively ruining your orgasm as you jolt in shock. You cry out, and then he slides his digits into your wet heat again. “You aren’t counting, baby.” he teases.

“Twenty-one.” You’re almost to the end, body weak and submissive for the pair, you sink deeper, legs opening for him. Jimin tends to your stinging skin, massaging and pulling to get a better view as Hoseok quickens his pace.

You feel Jimin’s fingers travel to your center, a finger entering you along side Hoseok's, filling you up. His pace is different, two hands stretching you out, two men using you, it drives you wild.

You feel like you're falling, pressure building from each stroke.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

One hard burning slap has you clenching down on their fingers. You scream, you feel so tight, core aching, gushing over their hands. Hoseok's digits slippery and moving fast inside you, Jimin's short fingers thrusting in hard, rocking you over Hoseok's thighs.

“Shh, you’re getting too loud, baby. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

“Or would you like that, have everyone watch?”

“Twenty-three!”

“Shhh, that’s it, so fucking good.”

You come undone in a silent scream, so lost in ecstasy the sting of Hoseok's last two slaps only add to heighten your release.

“You did so well for me, baby.” Hoseok pulls your head up, kissing along your jawline, you fall against his chest, trying to catch your breath.

Jimin pulls your body down, lying your head on the couch, aligning the head of his cock with your mouth. "I'm not done with you yet.”

“You look so pretty, whimpering on Jimin’s cock.” Hoseok lifts your leg over his shoulder, stroking his cock through your folds. “You're taking this so well, baby.”

Jimin thrusts down into your mouth, shaft filling your throat. “You won't forget this night now, will you?”

---

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” you exhale, finishing the last of your duties in the back, handing your manager your badge.

“You’ve worn long sleeves and a turtle neck almost every day...and it’s the middle of summer.” Your manager says wearily.

You absentmindedly pull at the collar of your shirt, shifting your weight between legs, your pants rubbing painfully over your bruised bottom.

“Yes...well...” you shift slowly away to the front, glancing over to the entrance, trying to think of a decent excuse. Goddammit. You stop in between the doorway. Yoongi is outside, very obviously waiting for you. “Thank you again.” You try to block the front view from your manager, stumbling awkwardly in his way. “For everything.”

“If you come back into town, stop by here, okay? Don’t be a stranger.”

“Of course. Thank you so much!” Turning on your heels, you rush towards your freedom. You're not running away, you're not! You're moving forward! You say goodbye one last time, to yourself, and then you say hello to Yoongi, leaving your job and everything else behind.

---

“We’re staying here?”

“Yeah, I have to set up the camera system, it’s going to be a few days' work.” You stand in the entrance of an estate, the space is bustling with workers moving in boxes and setting up decorations.

“Because Yoongi is too paranoid to let anyone else supervise.” You jump, surprised by Hoseok’s presence. He smiles at you, Hoseok’s hand gliding over your ass as he walks by with lunch for the crew.

“Do you, um, want some help?”

“Jimin is in charge, go find him.” Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows at you, but Yoongi’s hand finds its way around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to help, I want to be useful.”

“You’re useful by my side.” You are not quite understanding how it is useful to follow him around like a lost puppy.

“I’m going to help,” you say, tone sharp.

“No, you're not,” Yoongi’s hand tightens around your waist.

“Trouble in paradise?” Taehyung walks in, looking as striking as when you first met. His hair is pushed away from his face, he wears loose fitting clothes with two small cardboard boxes in his hand. You look away, trying to ignore his presence. You haven't forgiven him. The man next to him carries an impressive four large boxes, stacked high hiding his face, but you notice his tattooed arms right away.

Jungkook puts the boxes down next to the rest, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. He wears a black suit, sleeves folded up. He does not look like the shy young man you met before. He calls workers and explains where to take each box, they address him formally, there is an air of authority surrounding him that takes you back.. You’re so mesmerized by Jungkook, you don’t realize someone had been calling your name until a body slams into yours, lifting you in a hug.

“Jimin!”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Jimin hugs you to his side.

“Can I help decorate? I want to help!” You look over to Yoongi, challenging him to stop you.

“Of course! We need all hands on deck. And I’m still pissed you guys moved up the date!” He yells at the young pair. “Oh Yoongi! Joonie was looking for you.” Yoongi nods, reaching for you. “Don’t worry, I got her.” He pulls your shoulders in to him tighter, shaking you. “Some trust, hmm?”

“Don’t let Tweedledee and Tweedledum touch my cords,” Yoongi mutters.

“Aye aye Captain!”

Jimin hands snakes around your waist with Yoongi away, pulling you even closer against his frame. Jimin holding you doesn’t feel wrong, but it doesn’t feel entirely right either. At least not right now, in front of everyone. You gently push him away.

This doesn’t feel right, even if Yoongi annoys you, to be so touchy with someone else out in the open doesn’t feel appropriate.

“Jimin, I can’t,” you whisper.

“What’s wrong?” He cocks his head to the side.

“Not right now, aren’t you busy?”

“Mmm I can make time for you.” Jimin nudges your nose with his.

You turn away, “Jimin, please. Just...What if Yoongi sees us?”

He sighs, annoyed. Maybe you are more loyal to Yoongi after all, he thinks. That complicates things. But Jimin doesn’t mind the challenge, he has no problem driving a wedge between you and Yoongi. And he knows the perfect axe. “Alright alright, y/n. I have to go set up the main floor. Actually, you can help Jungkook, he is always taking on more than he can handle.” Jimin calls over the younger man, who comes jogging over.

“Hey,” Jungkook says breathlessly, noticing your attention on him.

“Kookie, you’re taking y/n. Show her the ropes,” he winks.

“Is that okay?” you ask. The youngest nods furiously, grabbing your hand before Jimin takes back his request in some cruel joke.

---

Moving boxes into empty rooms, you stayed on the upper levels with Jungkook. ‘These must be the private rooms.’ you think. You never got to use them, so you’re not entirely sure.

“You can relax, we don’t have that many more boxes to move.” Jungkook stretches, pulling off the jacket of his expensive suit, flexing in his shirt. You watch as he carefully rolls up his sleeves again. He acts so effortlessly sexy, you doubt he’s doing it on purpose, but it’s hard to concentrate on anything else.

“I don’t want to sit here while you do all the work, that’s not fair to you.”

Jungkook smiles, “It’s okay. You didn’t have to help at all.”

“I want to! I don’t like the idea of doing nothing when I’m fully capable, you know? I’m not as strong as you, but I have some muscles,” you joke.

“You’re not how I imagined you would act in real life.” Jungkook admits. He spent his days dreaming of meeting you, taking care of you, treating you like a princess. But you were strong and fiery and he liked what he saw even more. Jungkook wanted to fan the flame, to learn more about you.

“No?” You laugh. “Well, I guess we all put on a different face online.”

“I like you.”

“I like you too.” You didn’t catch the weight of his confession, and didn’t see how Jungkook could misinterpreted your words, how your actions became kindling to Jungkook’s fantasies. “I never expected you would be one of the men running this whole thing. You had me fooled,” you tease.

Jungkook shakes his head. “If it weren’t for Jin, I wouldn’t be where I am.” Wait, Why does the name Jin sound so familiar to you? “You okay?”

“Yeah, just tired.” You move to the next room, dragging the remaining boxes inside.

“Take a break.” Jungkook easily lifts the large box over his shoulder.

“Show off!” You can’t help but laugh at his confused face.

You turn to leave, but Jungkook closes the door. “I got the rest, seriously.”

“I said don’t worry, you should be the one resting, you carried at least a fifty boxes up those stairs. You should take a break,” You reach for the handle but he blocks you.

“I’m fine.” Jungkook licks his lips. Quickly, he bends down and wraps his arms around your legs, lifting you up. “I could carry things all day,” he smiles, acting playful. He walks with you in his arms around the small room. You squeal, up too high to feel stable.

“Put me down!” You laugh. He loosens his hold, letting you slide down his body until you’re face to face.

He had an innocence about him when he talked to you, smiling sweetly, ears red, but his smile was gone now, gaze hard and focused on you instead. Cute teeth hidden behind hard lines of his mouth.

"I-I should go." Why did Yoongi's words come to you now? You're reminded of his warning to stay away from Jungkook, even when he hasn't done anything wrong. And even if he did, so what! It should be your decision to make, like you did with Taehyung.

"Is that what you want? To leave?"

"I-"

"Y/n, can I touch you?"

---

It was him who stopped, pulling away after he came inside you a second time. It was you who wanted to go another round, by that point lost in your head, lost in bliss, one track mind going along the path to destruction so willingly you both would have certainly gotten caught just so you could quench your base desires. Until he used the one phrase that had you questioning your own sanity, "Yoongi will be looking for you."

Maybe there are things about Jungkook that are dangerous after all. Like a switch being flipped, he changes so suddenly, animalistic and uncontrollable. He's so much like you. Now you both shared a secret.

Jungkook walks down the stairs with you as if nothing ever transpired. He wasn't scared of Yoongi, but he was scared of the lengths Yoongi would take to keep him away from you. If he wanted to go further with you, he needed some restraint. Which is why he stopped you, watched your features wash over with guilt at Yoongi's name. You're still choosing Min fucking Yoongi over him, when Jungkook could treat you so much better! “Can I ask you a question?” You nod, in step next to him. “I know it doesn’t matter now, but-” he pauses, “did you have a favorite viewer?” Jungkook looks at you expectantly.

You shift awkwardly. Favorite? You haven’t really thought of that. But disappointment bubbles inside you, remembering a single encounter that makes you realize your answer.

“A certain playboy, you might know him, goes by JK,” you link your arms together.

Jungkook is not stupid. He knows, like every one knew, who Dahlia had a particular affinity for, but you chose to say his name, you chose to make him happy, and that counted for something to Jungkook.

---

You wait, holding your breath as the woman took your member card, entering your information on her tablet. You wait in a line of girls much prettier, skinnier and sexier than you, nervousness consuming you.

“Okay, you’re all checked-in Dahlia! You can use our facilities to get ready, let us know when you’re all set and then we’ll put you with the other performers until your name is called. Do you have any questions or requests?”

“Could you tell me if um, a certain member is also checked in?”

The woman pauses, it seems she thinks your question is odd. She looks through her tablet. “Name?”

“S U G A.”

“Well, it looks like that member hasn’t checked in yet, but I am sure they will. Have you tried contacting them through the site?”

You bite your lip, you wanted it to be a surprise. “Thank you, y-yeah, I’ll try that.” Your fists dig into your jacket pockets, worried this was going to be all for nothing.

---

I am sorry this took much longer than normal, writing smut scenes are like walking through waist deep water for me, it takes soo much longer for me to get through compared to normal scenes, so of course my brain was like, let’s have practically everyone get it on with y/n this chapter. Also my brain wanted to fit all her work week in this chapter, or I would have definitely broken it up. Sorry for the delay and slight OCD when it comes to chapters ;O; but hey! You got like 4? 5? I lost count - smut scenes! Did you survive? D:

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Chapters: 12/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin Additional Tags: they make fun of him, hecking gay, orginal work to fanficton, My First Work in This Fandom, vkook, yoonmin, Bullying, Gay Bashing, Intolerance, Stereotypes, College, radio talk show, Tae is from Daegu, Almost everyone is from Busan, this is just for fun, Jikook friends, Alternate Universe - College/University Summary:

I'll put something in here later I'm just being lazy

Last update for this wasn’t too good but I know where I want the story to go and honestly I’m already super proud for getting this far. This is my main focus currently so I’d appreciate if you guys could check it out and give me some feedback on it thank!!!!!