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[soulmateszedits]

⌜ Jini ; An Iron Hand In a Velvet Glove ⌝ ᓚᘏᗢ

┊ ❀ Era

[silantryoo]

choi yunjin (jini) x reader (angst)

WARNINGS ; internalized & blatant homophobia

yunjin watches as you talk to your girlfriend, tears threatening to fall from her eyes as her members look at her in pity.

she stares, wondering if you still remember how everything was back then. she wonders if deep down, you feel the same way she does when she looks at you.

maybe if she had been different, everything would have been just like the way she imagines it every single night.

she just wants you back in her life, even if that meant hurting herself for a single chance, just like she had hurt you.

but yunjin knew it was too late.

[CHOI YUNJIN, FOUR YEARS OLD]

she was only four then, but she could remember it clearly.

you had been wearing a pokemon sweater paired with a light pink tutu. she was watching you from her window as your parents moved your things into the house. you sat on the curb of the street as cars passed you. she remembers going up to you, worried that you were going to get hit but you had been too preoccupied with your DS to notice her.

"you should move." she scolded you, your eyes still trained onto your device. "you're gonna get hurt."

"my mom said i shouldn't talk to strangers," you muttered out, scooting away as she sat next to you.

yunjin frowned. "i'm just a kid. i can't hurt you."

you paused your game and looked up at the girl.

yunjin didn't know what love was back then, but she was sure it felt something like when she first met your eyes.

"how old are you?" you asked her, watching as her tanned face turned a bright red.

yunjin cleared her throat and raised four fingers. "i'm four and one months."

"i'm four and three months." you smirked at her. you stood up, puffing your chest out as you locked eyes with yunjin. "you shouldn't tell your unnie what to do."

"you aren't my unnie." yunjin followed you, standing up and towering over your tiny body. "we're the same age."

"whatever." you rolled your eyes, watching as yunjin scanned your face closely. "can you go away now? i wanna play by myself."

yunjin shook her head. "no."

"why?"

"i don't want you to get hurt."

"why?"

yunjin hummed to herself, scratching her head as she thought of a reason. "because you're pretty."

you looked at her weirdly before shrugging.

"why didn't you just tell me that?" you gripped onto your DS as another car passed you.

yunjin shook her head. "girls can't call girls pretty."

"yeah, they can." you gave her another weird look. "i call my mom pretty all the time."

yunjin shook her head again. "that's not what i meant."

you tilted your head. she wasn't sure why you were confused. it was just common sense. girls can't call other girls pretty except themselves. it was something that you could only say to boys.

she watched as you walked away, and although she knew she shouldn't chase after you, she still did.

yunjin spent the entire day with you that day.

[CHOI YUNJIN, EIGHT YEARS OLD]

yunjin was sprawled on the ground, her body sore from the dance group that her mom had signed her up for. despite being tired, she wanted to hang out with you, even if that meant that you were doing your homework from cram school, mumbling as she groaned about how tired she was that day.

yunjin watched you, the radio in your room played 'nobody' by the wonder girls.

"i want to be an idol."

yunjin watched as you stopped writing and turned towards her. "okay?"

"aren't you happy for me?" yunjin frowned, expecting more of a reaction from you. "i figured out what to do with my life!"

you rolled your eyes at the younger girl's theatrics.

"you were always going to perform one way or another." you shrugged nonchalantly. "it's what you were born to do."

yunjin could feel herself blushing for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. she loved getting compliments from you. it always made her feel special.

"you think so?" she muttered shyly.

"yeah." you smiled fondly at the girl, almost as if you were thinking about something. "you're kinda like those tigers in the wild."

yunjin gasped. she sat up and threw the nearest pillow at your head. "that's mean!"

"no it's not!" you caught it mid-air, trying to hold down your laughter as yunjin continued to whine. "tigers are pretty and they're strong! you're mean!"

"well, how was i supposed to know what you meant?" she shouted back at you, slightly annoyed and embarrassed.

"you should already know since you're my best friend!" you frowned.

"well, i'm sorry!"

"me too!"

a loud knock cut the two of you off.

"do you guys want some ice cream?" you heard your mom's muffled voice through the door.

you stood up and looked at yunjin. the two of you raced towards the door.

"i want cheese flavored!"

[CHOI YUNJIN, ELEVEN YEARS OLD]

yunjin tucked her hair to the side, keeping her head down as she listened to the whispers around her. she knew that it was a bad idea that her mom knew. she was going to tell everyone (and she did).

"jinni!"

yunjin looked up before feeling herself getting lifted off the ground. she looked down to see who was holding her, only to find you smiling up at her.

her face turned red as everyone in the hallway watched the two of you.

"y/nnie!" she slapped your arm, too happy to put any force into it. "put me down, everyone's staring!"

"who cares?" you grinned wider, holding her with one arm as you pointed at the taller girl. "choi yunjin is a future idol in the making!"

if no one was paying attention, everyone was now. they giggled at your gesture, some even cheering for yunjin as she hid her face in her hands.

despite being nervous, her heart was beating fast for another reason.

"put me down!" she complained another time, feeling everyone's stares on her as the two of you disrupted everyone's break.

"she's gonna buy her best friend the biggest house in the entire world!" you added on, laughing as she yelled at you again.

she slapped the top of your head, causing you to put her down. yunjin looked over at you, wondering if she actually hurt you, only for you to look up at her with a grin.

"i'm so proud of you," you said softly.

yunjin could feel the air escape from her chest. "really?"

"yeah, duh." you rolled your eyes, earning another slap from the soon-to-be trainee. "it just sucks that you're moving."

yunjin nodded. it was one of the only things that she hated about the deal. although she was pursuing her dreams, she would always know that a part of her will be back here with you.

"we can always call," she muttered.

you covered your mouth as you thought. "or we can just dorm together."

"what are you talking about?" yunjin looked at you. you were supposed to be the smart one, not her.

you smirked as you raised your hands up. "i got into hansan."

"what?"

"we're dorming together, idiot!" you laughed loudly at yunjin's shocked face. "my mom said that—"

with adrenaline filling up inside her body, she launched herself at you, lifting you up as you screamed in terror. "we're dorming!"

"jinni, put me down!"

[CHOI YUNJIN, THIRTEEN YEARS OLD]

yunjin buried herself in what seemed to be a cocoon of her self-pity. she was embarrassed and disgusted with herself. she shouldn't have done what she did. it scared her that she did it without thinking, but what scared her the most was that she wanted to do it again.

she wanted to kiss you again.

"jinni." you said, closing your dorm room.

you walked to the window, allowing the moonlight so enter the room. yunjin covered her head with her blanket.

"go away." she muffled out.

"jinni..." you sighed, sitting on her bed as she scooted away from you. "you know i don't care that you kissed me."

yunjin groaned, slamming her blankets away from her puffy face. "go. away."

you frowned. you didn't realize that she had been so torn up about something like this. she had always been supportive of your preferences, but you guessed it was different when it came to her.

"yunjin."

she whined, turning to look at you. she hated how you could be so calm about something like this. "leave me alone, y/n."

you stared at her with an emotion she couldn't place back then (but thinking about it now, she realizes it was hurt).

"why did you kiss me?" you asked.

"i don't know!" she kicked her feet around, almost breaking out into a sob. "stop bugging me!"

"choi yunjin."

she huffed and sat up, looking at your perfect face. looking at you made her angry. "you looked pretty."

you opened your mouth to speak, only to end up chuckling lightly, something that made yunjin angrier than she ever had been. "you could've just said that."

"i'm not like you, okay?" she growled back, her eyes turning into a sharp glare. "i'll never be like you."

yunjin watched as your smile slowly dropped, making her realize that she had messed you.

you smiled at her with watery eyes, your voice slightly wavering. "you didn't have to say that, y'know?"

yunjin gulped. she had only seen you cry once in your life, and that was when you had been so heartbroken about how your own grandparents refused to talk to you during last years christmas.

you had ran to her house, tears in your eyes and she held you for the entire night.

she never wanted you to feel that way again.

"y/nnie, wait." she moved the blanket off of her legs, trying to grab your arm as you made your way to your side of the room. "i didn't mean it like that."

"it doesn't matter." you muttered. "i'm going to sleep."

"y/nnie," she whispered as your figure turned away from her. "i'm sorry."

"goodnight, yunjin."

she remembers that she stayed up the entire night, listening to you as you tried your best not to cry too loud so she could sleep.

she remembers that that was the very first time you called her yunjin, and every year since then, she would have the same dream over and over again, like her brain was taunting her for breaking her promise.

yunjin wishes she could go back in time.

[CHOI YUNJIN, FIFTEEN YEARS OLD]

"jinni!" you waved at her, your uniform smoothed out and completely wrinkle-free.

"y/nnie!" yunjin shouted as you engulfed her in a hug, one that you made sure not to linger too long. "i'm so nervous."

"don't be." you punched her arm lightly, watching as she furrowed her eyebrows. "it's just graduation."

"i know but—"

"school doesn't matter anyways." you squeezed her arm reassuringly, sending waves of electricity up down her entire body. "you're gonna be famous, remember?"

yunjin shook her head. "i might not even debut."

"then they're stupid for that." you scoffed, ushering her to walk to the gym for the ceremony. "if i was jyp, i'd keep you in my company forever."

you cringed at the thought of you suddenly turning into an old, withered man.

"you aren't jyp." yunjin grinned, feeling much lighter than before.

you chuckled nervously, the thought of being the ceo terrifying you. "thank god."

"hey y/n?" yunjin stopped in her tracks.

you turned around to face her, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "yeah?"

yunjin remembers how many things she wanted to say to you, some of them even terrifying her to a point where it ended up with her hurting you in future situations.

she wished she was brave enough back then.

"thank you." yunjin said simply.

you looked at her weirdly. "for what?"

"i don't know." she shrugged, feeling her face burn in embarrassment.

"you are so weird." you laughed, grabbing her hand gently. "it's a good thing you're pretty."

yunjin rolled her eyes and punched you with her free hand, too scared to let go of you in fear that you would disappear.

"i hope you trip on your way up."

"i hate you." you stuck your tongue out, earning a laugh from the trainee.

she remembers when you used those words as a joke, instead of a truth.

[CHOI YUNJIN, SIXTEEN YEARS OLD]

her mom had agreed for her to stop going to high school. she was finally going to put her 100% into being a trainee. she was gonna reach her dream.

but there was only one problem.

"y/nnie." yunjin hugged you tightly, her luggage packed right behind her.

"jinni." you pulled away, wiping the younger girl's tears. "hey, don't be sad."

"i'm sorry," she said, meaning more than what she could ever tell you.

"it's okay." you smiled, patting her shoulder lightly. "this is your dream, isn't it?"

yunjin nodded. "yeah."

"don't let me hold you back." you whispered, almost as if it meant more than just meets the eye. "i just want to see you shine on stage."

"i don't want to leave you." she shook her head, pulling you into another hug.

"you won't." you laughed loudly. yunjin felt herself smile against your shoulder. "we'll still be friends. i'll text you every day, okay?"

she nodded against you shoulder, listening to your heart beat.

"y/nnie?"

"yeah?"

"thank you." yunjin wished (and still wishes) she could say more.

she felt her shoulder getting wet. "for what?"

"for you."

"well, thank you for you too, weirdo." yunjin hear you sniffle as you pulled back, quickly wiping your face. "don't forget to give me yuna-sunbaenim's number."

yunjin frowned, but quickly hid it with a playful smile. "i'll try."

"i'll be waiting." you winked, giving the younger girl a last squeeze on her arm. "you better work hard because you're definitely going to be my bias."

her heart fluttered at the thought of you supporting her while she was on stage. "okay."

"i'll miss you," you whispered, softer that she had ever heard you spoke.

"i'll miss you too."

yunjin wishes that she kissed you there.

[CHOI YUNJIN, SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD]

you groaned, feeling as if your arm was about to be torn off as yunjin dragged you out into the hallway. your other hand gripped onto the bento box that you had made especially just for her.

"why are you here?" she whisper-yelled at you, dropping your arm harshly.

you looked at her confused. "you said to visit?"

"not at the dorms! are you insane?" yunjin scratched her head. she looked around and saw that no one was to be found. "what if they saw you?"

you squinted, not sure what she was implying.

"what if who saw me?" you asked slowly.

she rolled her eyes. "y/nnie, please."

you scoffed at the taller girl. "are you embarrassed by me?"

"no." yunjin clenched her jaw, a habit you knew she did when she was lying. "look, just tell me first."

"you asked me to stop by." you yelled, gripping on tighter to the food in your hands.

yunjin shushed you, looking around.

"this wasn't what i meant though." she rubbed her forehead.

she watched as you smirked in disbelief. "what did you mean then?"

"couldn't we meet outside?"

"like at night? with our faces covered?" you asked, watching as she nodded furiously, thinking that you finally understood what she meant. "i cannot believe you."

"i'm debuting soon." yunjin tried to explain, not wanting you to be upset. "i can't have people finding out that i'm friends with someone like you."

yunjin remembers how your face went stoic. she relives that moment every night, knowing that it was the day that you had fully closed yourself off to her.

she had fully lost you.

"someone like me." you nodded, an eerily happy smile on your face. "someone like me?"

yunjin's eyes widened. "that came out wrong. you know that isn't what i meant."

she watched as tears fell down from your face.

"screw you, choi yunjin."

yunjin reached out for your arm, but you pulled away faster than she could react. "y/nnie..."

"i've been so patient with you and you're gonna treat me like garbage?" you swallowed, trying to hold back a sob. "no one's gonna see me here!"

"the trainees—" yunjin pointed to her door, noticing how yoona and kyujin's heads were popping out from the doorway.

she could deal with them later. what mattered now was you.

"the trainees know who i am! even the idols do!" you sighed, tears now waterfalling down your face. "i get that you don't agree with it but why'd you have to be such a dick about it?"

"y/nnie, i'm sorry." yunjin reached out to you, but it was as if you were gone.

"don't ever fucking talk to me again." you shoved the bento in her hands. wiping your eyes, she remembers your last words to her. "i hate you, choi yunjin."

she watched you walk away, tears falling on the pokemon bento that you gave her, the same one that she had gifted you back when you were kids on your seventh birthday.

if she knew that that was the last time you would ever talk to her, she would've done things differently. maybe then, she would be standing with you instead.

but it doesn't matter anymore.

[CHOI YUNJIN, EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD]

yunjin smiles happily. she had finally won her first award after working so hard all those years. now she was standing in the back rooms as her seniors congratulate her team.

she knows that she should've been happy, but she couldn't help but feel like she was missing something.

yunjin feels a tap on her shoulder.

"yunjin?"

she turns around, and it suddenly feels like she was back on the curb at her childhood house, watching you almost get run over by a car.

"y/nnie?" yunjin says out of habit. her face twitches into a smile. "hey."

"congrats on your first award!" you give her a hug, one that doesn't last as long as the ones before.

yunjin wonders when the last time you hugged her was.

"thank you." yunjin bows to you, a smile on her face. "what are you doing here?"

you shrug, yunjin too busy staring at you to notice that you had been scanning the area. "nothing much. i'm just here to visit someone."

yunjin nods, suddenly feeling awkward about your last interaction more than a year ago. "i'm sorry about—"

"it's okay." you nod understandingly. you give her a light squeeze on her shoulder, and she feels like she was taken back in time. "i get it. you were scared and i shouldn't have said what i said either."

yunjin swallows. "y/n, i think i'm in l—"

"jagi!"

she watches as you turn around, her face dropping as soon as she sees the person who had yelled for you.

"shin yuna!" you giggle as the idol wraps you in her arms. "can't you be any quieter?"

yunjin watches as yuna pouts. "but i missed you."

"i missed you too."

yunjin was going to be sick.

"jinni-ssi, hi." the younger girl's head snaps up at her senior addressing her. "please don't tell anyone but this is y/n. she's my girlfriend."

she tries her best to seem unaffected, but she could tell by yoona's worried look over your shoulder that she wasn't doing a good job.

yunjin smiles tightly. "girlfriend?"

"i found her crying outside the jyp building a year ago, i think?" yunjin watches as you looked at yuna the way she remembers you looking at her. "i thought she was gonna get hit by a car or something."

"i was careful!" you whine.

yuna rolls her eyes, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. "no, you were crying."

yunjin hates that you look happy, but she what she hates even more was the fact that the reason you were with yuna in the first place was because of her.

she lost you. you didn't lose her.

"you guys look good together." yunjin nods, bowing once more at yuna who sends her a smile.

"thank you." you smile back, relief flooding your chest. "it was nice seeing you again, yunjin."

you bowed down, your eyes meeting hers. (i loved you, jinni, but you were too scared.)

"you too, y/n."

(i know. i'm sorry. i love you.)

[Y/L/N Y/N, EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD]

yuna looks at you with a curious gaze. "how do you know who she is?"

"she's just an old friend." you shrug, as if yunjin wasn't the first person to ever hold your heart in the palm of her hands.

you smile bittersweetly as yuna wraps her arms around you.

(maybe in another life, choi yunjin.)

> main masterlist.

[jazziwritesthings]

Missing You- Bang Chan Pt 2

Purely a work of Fiction.

Word Count: 2,183

Pairings: Bang Chan x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Miscarriage

All Dialogue in Korean unless otherwise specified

Flashbacks in Italics

A/N: Heres Part 2!

******

Chan’s POV

I hurried into my room quietly closing the door. She never stopped loving me? Then why did she say that to me? The thoughts wouldn’t stop as I lowered myself onto my bed. I’m not sure how long I was lost in my memories before I heard the front door close. Standing from my bed I grabbed my stuff for a shower and opened my door, only to basically run into Han. “Dude.” I said as I nearly dropped my clothing. “Did you hear any of that conversation?” My face must have shown my surprise at his question. “ Chan, you walk like an elephant, I’m not sure how she didn’t hear you. How much?” Turning to go back into my room I set down my stuff as Han followed me. “I heard enough.” Han nodded, “ Okay, so what are you gonna do about it?” My head whipped in his direction, “ What?” He threw his hands in the air, “ I know you Chan! I know you still love her so what do you plan on doing now that you heard her confess?!” All of a sudden there were two more faces in the doorway, Hans yelling must have woken Changbin and Hyunjin. “Who confessed what?” Changbin said from his position. Han turned to take in the two men who obviously just woke up, “Y/n told me she still loves Chan. She just thought it was better for everyone if she left.” This caused looks of anger/pain to cross both the guys' faces. “Why would she think that? We’re so much better with her around.” Hyunjin said as attempted to rub the sleep from his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.” The words slipped past my lips as I darted into the bathroom before locking the door and turning on the shower. I couldn’t even decipher my own thoughts between the pounding on the door, the pounding of the water and the pounding of my own heart. Truth be told I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do now that I know she never quit loving me. 

Your POV

Walking into your own apartment felt like a punch to the gut. Leaving the place, you called home for so many years was hard, you just didn’t realize how hard. You decided to shower since you still felt the after-concert grossness on your skin. You slowly shed the shirt and shorts that Hannie let you borrow for sleep and folded them, leaving them on the counter with the intention to return them eventually. Turning on the shower you stared in the mirror as you waited for the water to heat up. Turning to your left you examined the word that adorned your hip, “Christopher” in a small cursive font. As far as you knew he didn’t know about it. It was supposed to be a surprise, then not even a month after you got it, the miscarriage happened. You were in such a low spot for the next year that you forgot all about it. During that time, you didn’t feel well enough to let anyone see you naked in any way, not even Chan. You ran your fingers gently across the area, you never had the heart to remove it. You were brought out of your thoughts by your phone notifying you of a text. You shook your head, I’ll check it later, you thought as you got into the shower scrubbing away the day before. 

By the time you got out of the shower you saw you had multiple texts and missed calls from the guys. Seeing that Hyunjin was the last call a few minutes prior you pressed his contact and put it on speaker as you got dressed. 

“Y/N!” 

“Geez, Jinie, what's up?” 

“Can you open your door?” 

“Oh, hang on.” You say as you pull on a big shirt and a pair of pajama shorts before going and opening the door. All of the guys piled into your small studio. You closed the door as they all took in your small place. “Make yourself at home.” You gestured to your couch. They all spread across the small space until there was no room for you. “What was so important that all of you came to see me at once?” You turned and hopped up to sit on your kitchen counter. 

“Chan still loves you.” Felix blurted out.

Your legs stopped swinging and you hopped down and got closer to them, “ What?” Your brain didn’t believe the words that were just spoken to you. You weren’t heard as the guys all started yelling at him for just blurting it out. 

“Hey!” You yelled and all their attention turned to you.

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” You crossed your arms, your hands playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. “Isn’t that Chan’s shirt?” Binnie asked as he sat front to get a closer look. This caused you to look down at the shirt you were wearing and it was indeed one of Chan’s t-shirts. One that you couldn’t bear to part with. “Don’t change the subject.” you scolded and used your arms to cover the shirt. Han got up and stood in front of you. ?He gently placed his hands on your shoulders, as if bracing you so you didn’t fall. “ Chan heard you this morning.” You furrowed your brows thinking back to this morning's conversation with Hannie. 

“And I miss him, Hannie, so fucking much.” You nodded your head.

“So he knows I miss him? There's nothing wrong with that.” 

“Y/n, you said you never stopped loving him.”

The whole conversation dropped into your memories. Your breath hitched. You flashed back to the night you left. 

*****

After a long fight with Chan, telling him that he deserved so much better than you, with him arguing that you were the only person he wanted, no matter what. You knew in order to leave him to find better you had to say something you would never mean, not in a thousand years. 

“I just don’t love you anymore Chris.” The words felt like a weight in your chest. Tasted like acid in your mouth. Watching the way his face fell, you felt like every bone in your body was breaking. He didn’t respond. You took that chance to grab your bag off the bed and leave before he had the chance to. 

*****

“What do I do?” You whispered out. 

“Was it the truth?”

You looked up and looked your best friend in the eye, “ I would never lie to you, Hannie.” Your voice cracked as tears started to fall. He pulled you in close to him and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, “ I don’t know. Y/n.” 

“Do you still love him?” Minnie asked from his spot on the couch.

“I never stopped.” You managed to whisper out. Hannie pulled back and tilted your face to meet his eyes. “ Then I think you should tell him.” 

Shaking your head you free yourself from his grasp, “ He won’t forgive me. I broke him.” 

Finally Lee Know spoke up, “ You did. You broke him badly. Yet your name is what he calls at night.” There was a chorus of agreement from the others. 

“That doesn’t mean anything.” They all started to argue.

“I can’t!” You yelled. This caused them all to quiet down.

“You love him, yeah?” 

“Of course I do.” 

“Then what's stopping you?” 

Closing your eyes you looked to the ceiling, “ Last time. I couldn’t handle the fans. The death threats. The blaming. I can’t take that again.” 

“You won’t have to.” This voice caught you off guard, causing your head to snap in its direction. Standing there at the now open front door was the love of your life. Looking from him to the boys they all had small unsure smiles on their faces. 

He let out a small laugh, “ You did always look better in my clothes.” He took a small step into your home and gave the guys a look. They all tried to leave at once, very quickly. Causing them to get stuck in the door as they made their way out. Chan gave them a gentle shove and out they went while closing the door. He stared at you from across the room. He wasn’t sure what to do. He knew you better then he knew the back of his hand, yet at this moment he couldn’t read your face. “Y/n.” He said as he now stood within arms reach. “Did you mean it?”

“Which part?” You squeak out now looking at the floor. 

“When you said you never stopped loving me?”

You nodded your head a little while keeping your eyes on the floor.

“Love, can you answer me with words?” He giggled a little at your reluctance to look at him or speak. 

“I never stopped loving you. Never. Not in a thousand years.” You felt his hand on your chin slowly lifting your head to look at him. Your eyes slowly met his. You searched them for any kind of emotion. Only you didn’t just see one, you saw them all. Anger, Fear, Hurt, Regret, Anxiousness, and finally Love. You'd recognize love in his eyes any day. He seemed to realize his hand was still on your chin as he slowly pulled it away. Before he could go too far with his hand you grabbed it and placed it on your cheek relaxing into it. All the worry and fear in his features seemed to just melt away. His eyes slowly moved from your eyes, to your nose, then your cheeks, like he was drinking in all your features. They finally landed on your lips before flickering back up to meet your eyes. You smiled a small smile before he placed both his hands on your cheeks and brought his face close to yours. He gently nudged your nose with his, causing a small giggle to leave your lips. It’s like that sound told him everything he needed as she gently closed the gap between you and placed his lips on yours. Your hands found his chest immediately. He pulled back slowly causing a small whine to leave your lips. He pressed his forehead to yours. “ I missed you so much.” His hands left your face and found their place on your hips. Your hands gently found their way to his neck and his hairline. “I missed you Chris.” You let out a small giggle, “ Did you even shower?” At this he chuckled and buried his face in your neck leaving a small peck there, “I did not. I was too worried about this. I changed though. ” You nodded, your hands moving and finding the bottom of the hoodie he was currently wearing. You slowly lifted it, asking for permission to remove it. He leaned back and removed it effortlessly. He moved to grab your hips again but you removed his hands and grabbed on in yours, leading him to the bathroom. “Shower first.” You gently closed the bathroom door and moved to the couch. 

The door to the bathroom opened and he stepped out wearing the same sweats but shirtless this time. “Can I maybe have my shirt?” He chuckled and pointed at you. Your cheeks heated up, “ Of course!” You grabbed the bottom and took it off and quickly handed it to him and watched as he put it on. You went to move past him to grab a shirt of your own when he lightly grabbed your wrist and spun you so you were in front of him again. You got a little self conscious seeing as you were now in just a bra and shorts. But he wasn’t checking you out like you thought. You saw he had focused on one spot. He slowly squatted so that he was eye level with your hip. “What are you d-” “When did you get this?” You were cut off by his question. “What?” You asked urgently. Then you felt his fingers lightly trace his name across your hip. “ Oh. That.” He moved you a little to look at it in a better light. “About a year before we broke up.” His face snapped up to meet yours and he rose from his spot, “ And you never told me?” You shrugged your shoulders as his hands found your hips again. “ I never really got the chance with everything that happened.” He rests his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry. So fucking sorry, Love. I should have protected you more.” Shaking your head you pull back and grab his face in your hands, “ There was nothing you could’ve done. You tried and I respect and appreciate that so much. I was just in too deep.” He gently pecks your lips, “ I wish I could’ve pulled you out sooner.” 

“I got out. With help. All that matters now is us.”

Kissing your lips again he utters the phrase you missed more than anything, “I love you.” 

[shuxiii]

Everyday pt.15

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13, pt14, pt16

a/n 5 more to go, credits to ''every day'' by David levithan

Day 6022

My plan is to wake up early—around six—and email Hanni.

But my plan is foiled when I’m shaken awake a little before five.

''Jini, it’s time to get up.”

It’s my mother—Jini’s mother—and unlike with Dana’s mother, there’s only apology in her voice.

I figure it’s time for swim practice, or something else I have to do before school. But when I get out of bed, my foot hits a suitcase.

I hear my mom in the other room, waking up my sisters.

“It’s time to go to Hawaii!” she says cheerily.

Hawaii.

I access and find that, yes, we are leaving for Hawaii this morning. Jini’s older sister is getting married there. And Jini’s family has decided to take a weeklong vacation.

Only for me it won’t be a week. Because in order to get back, I’d have to wake up in the body of a nineteen-year-old who was heading home to Maryland that day. It could take weeks. Months.

It might never happen.

“The car’s coming in forty-five minutes!” Jini’s dad calls up.

Under no circumstances can I go.

Jini’s wardrobe consists mostly of T-shirts for heavy metal bands. I throw one on, as well as jeans.

“You’re just asking Homeland Security to give you a full cavity search,” one of my sisters says as I pass her in the hall.

I am still trying to figure out what to do.

Jini doesn’t have her license, and I don’t think it would help for me to steal one of her parents’ cars. Her older sister’s wedding isn’t until Friday, so at least I’m not jeopardizing her attendance there. But who am I kidding? Even if the wedding were this evening, I wouldn’t get on that plane.

I know I am going to get Jini in a huge amount of trouble. I apologize to her profusely as I write my note and leave it on the kitchen table.

I can’t go today. I am so sorry. I will be back later tonight. Go without me. I’ll get there somehow by Thursday.

While everyone else is upstairs, I walk out the back door.

I could call a cab, but I’m afraid her parents will call the local cab companies to see if they’ve picked up any metalhead teens lately. I am at least two hours away from Hanni. I take the nearest bus I can find, and ask the driver the best way to get to her town. He laughs and says, “By car.” I tell him that’s not an option, and in return he tells me I’ll probably have to head to Baltimore and then back out again.

It takes about seven hours.

School isn’t out yet when I get there, having walked about a mile from the center of town. Again, nobody stops me, even though I’m an intimidating, jet-black-haired, sweating girl in a Metallica T-shirt storming up the steps.

I try to remember Hanni’s schedule from when I was inside her head, and have a vague recollection that this period is gym. I check the gymnasium and find it empty. The natural next stop is the fields, which are behind the school. When I walk out, I find a softball game in action. Hanni is at third base.

She sees me out of the corner of her eye. I wave. It’s unclear whether she recognizes me as me or not. I feel too out in the open, too much in the line of the gym teacher’s sight. So I retreat back to the school, by the door. Just another slacker, taking a smokeless smoke break.

Hanni walks over to one of the teachers and says something. The teacher looks sympathetic, and puts another student on third base. Hanni starts heading toward the school. I step back inside, and wait for her in the empty gym.

“Hey,” I say once she steps inside.

“Where the hell were you?” she replies.

I’ve never seen her this angry before. It’s the kind of anger that comes when you feel betrayed by not just a single person, but the universe.

“I was locked in my room,” I tell her. “It was awful. There wasn’t even a computer.”

“I waited for you,” she tells me. “I got up. Made the bed. Had some breakfast. And then I waited. The reception on my phone went on and off, so I figured that had to be it. I started reading old issues of Field & Stream, because that’s the only reading material up there. Then I heard footsteps. I was so excited. When I heard someone at the door, I ran to it.

“Well, it wasn’t you. It was this eighty-year-old guy. And he had this dead deer with him. I don’t know who was more surprised. I just screamed when I saw him. And he nearly had a heart attack. I wasn’t naked, but I was close. I was so ashamed of myself. He wasn’t even sweet about it. He said I was trespassing. I told him Artie was my uncle, but he wasn’t believing me. I think the only thing that saved me was that Artie and I have the same last name. I was there in my underwear, showing this guy my ID. There was blood on his hands. And he said there were other guys coming. He’d just assumed my car was one of theirs.

“The problem was—I still thought you were coming. So I couldn’t leave. I put on my clothes, and had to sit there as they came and gutted that poor deer. I waited there after they left. I waited there until dark. The cabin smelled like blood, Yn. But I stayed there. And you never came.”

I tell her about Dana. Then I tell her about Jini, and running out of her house.

It’s something. But it’s not enough.

“How are we supposed to do this?” she asks me. “How?”

I want there to be an answer. I want to have an answer.

“Come here,” I say. And I hold her close, because that’s the only answer I have.

We stand like that for a minute, each not knowing what comes next. When the door to the gym opens, we pull away from each other. But we’re too late. I figure it’s one of the gym teachers, or another girl from class. But it’s not even that door. It’s the door from the school side, and it’s Minji who’s walked through.

“What the hell?” she says. “What. The. Hell?”

Hanni tries to explain. “Minji—” she begins. But she cuts her off.

“Yeeun texted me to say you weren’t feeling well. So I was going to see if you were okay. Well, I guess you’re real okay. Don’t let me interrupt.”

“Stop it,” Hanni says.

“Stop what, you bitch?” she asks. She’s on us now.

“Minji,” I say.

She turns to me. “You’re not even allowed to speak, bro.”

I’m about to say something else, but she’s already punching me. Her fist crashes right against the bridge of my nose. I’m knocked down to the ground.

Hanni screams and moves to help me up. Minji pulls at her arm.

“I always knew you were a bitch,” Minji says.

“Stop it!” Hanni cries out.

Minji lets go of her and comes back over to me. She starts kicking my body.

“This your new girlfriend?” Minji yells. “You love her?”

“I don’t love her!” Hanni yells back. “But I don’t love you, either.”

The next time she kicks, I grab her leg and pull her down. She crashes onto the gym floor. I think this will stop her, but she jabs her boot out again and gets me in the chin. My teeth rattle.

At this point, some whistle must blow outside, because within thirty seconds, girls from softball are streaming into the gym. When they see the carnage, they cluck and gasp. One girl runs over to Hanni to make sure she’s okay.

Minji gets up and kicks me again, just so everyone can see it. It barely grazes me, and I use the momentum of dodging the blow to stand up. I want to hit her, hurt her, but I honestly don’t know how.

Plus, I have to leave. It will be easy enough to discover that I don’t go to this school. And even though I’m the clear loser of this fight, they can still call the police on me for trespassing and brawling in the first place.

I teeter over to Hanni. Her friend makes a move to shield her from me, but Hanni gestures her off.

“I have to go,” I tell her. “Meet me at the Starbucks where we first met. When you can.”

I feel a hand on my shoulder. Minji, pulling me around. she won’t hit me with my back turned.

I know I should face her. Hit her if I can. But instead I duck out of her grip and run. She’s not going to follow me. She will bask instead in the victory of seeing me run.

It is not my intention to leave Hanni crying, but that is exactly what I do.

I make my way back to the bus stop, then use a nearby phone booth to call a cab. Nearly fifty dollars later, I am at the Starbucks. If before I was an intimidating, jet-black-haired, sweating girl in a Metallica T-shirt, now I am an intimidating, jet-black-haired, sweating girl in a Metallica T-shirt who’s beaten, bruised, and bleeding. I order a venti black coffee and leave twenty dollars in the tip jar. Now they’ll let me stay as long as I want, no matter how scary I look.

I clean myself up some in the bathroom. Then I sit down and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

She doesn’t arrive until a little after six.

She doesn’t apologize. She doesn’t explain why it took her so long. She doesn’t even come to my table right away. She stops at the counter and gets a coffee first.

“I really need this,” she says as she sits down. I know she’s talking about the coffee, not anything else.

I’m on my fourth coffee and second scone.

“Thank you for coming,” I tell her. It sounds too formal.

“I thought about not coming,” she says. “But I didn’t seriously consider it.” She looks at my face, my bruises. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Remind me—what’s your name today?”

“Jini.”

She looks me over again. “Poor Jini.”

“This is not how I imagine her thought the day would go.”

“That makes two of us.”

I feel we’re each standing a good hundred feet from the real subject. I have to move us closer.

“Is it over now? With the two of you?”

“Yes. So I guess you got what you wanted.”

“That’s an awful way to put it,” I say. “Don’t you want it, too?”

“Yes. But not like that. Not in front of everybody like that.”

I reach up to touch her face, but she flinches. I lower my hand.

“You’re free of her,” I tell her.

She shakes her head. I’ve said yet another thing wrong.

“I forget how little you know about these things,” she says. “I forget how inexperienced you are. I’m not free of her, Yn. Just because you break up with someone, it doesn’t mean you’re free of her. I’m still attached to Minji in a hundred different ways. We’re just not dating anymore. It’s going to take me years to be free of her.”

But at least you’ve started, I want to say. At least you’ve cut that one attachment. I remain silent, though. This might be what she knows, but it’s not what she wants to hear.

“Should I have gone to Hawaii?” I ask.

She softens to me then. It’s such an absurd question, but she knows what I mean.

“No, you shouldn’t have. I want you here.”

“With you?”

“With me. When you can be.”

I want to promise more than that, but I know I can’t.

We both stay there, on our tightrope. Not looking down, but not moving, either.

We use her phone to check the local flights to Hawaii, and when we’re sure there’s no way Jini’s family can get her on a plane, Hanni drives me home.

“Tell me more about the girl you were yesterday,” she asks. So I do. And when I’m done, and a sadness fills the car, I decide to tell her about other days, other lives. Happier. I share with her memories of being sung to sleep, memories of meeting elephants at zoos and circuses, memories of first kisses and near first kisses in rec-room closets and at Boy Scout sleepovers and scary movies. It’s my way of telling her that even though I haven’t experienced so many things, I have managed to have a life.

We get closer and closer to Jini’s house.

“I want to see you tomorrow,” I say.

“I want to see you, too,” she says. “But I think we both know it’s not just a matter of want.”

“I’ll hope it, then,” I tell her.

“And I’ll hope it, too.”

I want to kiss her good night, not goodbye. But when we get there, she makes no move to kiss me. I don’t want to push it and make the first move. And I don’t want to ask her, for fear that she’ll say no.

So we leave with me thanking her for the ride, and so much else going unspoken.

I don’t go straight into the house. I walk around to run out the clock more. It’s ten o’clock when I am at the front door. I access Jini to find out where the spare key is kept, but by the time I’ve found it, the door has opened and Jini’s father is there.

At first he doesn’t say a word. I stand there in the lamplight, and he stares.

“I want to beat the crap out of you,” he says, “but it looks like someone else got there first.”

My mother and sisters have been sent ahead to Hawaii. My father has stayed back for me.

In order to apologize, I have to give him some kind of explanation. I come up with one that’s as pathetic as I feel—there was a concert I had to go to, and there was just no way to tell him ahead of time. I feel awful messing up Jini’s life to such a degree, and this awfulness must come through as I speak, because Jini’s father is much less hostile than he has every right to be. I’m in no way off the hook: the change fee for the tickets will be coming out of my allowance for the next year, and when we’re in Hawaii, I may be grounded from doing anything that isn’t wedding-related. I will be getting guilt for this for the rest of my life. The only saving grace is that there were tickets available for the next day.

That night I create a memory of the best concert Jini will ever go to. It is the only thing I can think to give her to make any of it worth it.

[miniemalism]

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[capapers]

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[neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child]

--roleplaying as detectives or something idk--

Hunter: What did you do with Yul's body? Jini: What didn’t I do with the body? Hunter: Jini: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.

Yul’s just sitting in the bathroom because he has to be dead so Jini locked him in there

[nako-doodles]

@jinbestboy @jinjagi @taejinnies @bonsaipapi @rmftjin @baekjin @blondesuga @flowerseokjin

stop it he’s adorable 😭

[seokjins-luigi]

warmth | KSJ

pairing ↠ husband!jin x reader

genre ↠ established relationship | smut | fluff

word count ↠ 1.1k

18+ | warnings ↠ cockwarming, language.

summary ↠ your husband seeks your attention after a long day of work.

A/N ↠ I'm sorry everyone I just got obsessed with this idea and >I HAD< to write it ok I AM SORRY ~ even tho I'M FLUSTERED feedback is always appreciated, yall 💜

permanent taglist ↠ @goldenhoney-cas

“Jagiya”, you hear your husband’s voice whispering in your ear softly, as he shakes your shoulder in a lightfeather touch, waking you up tenderly. “I’m home”.

You squeeze your eyes and open them slowly, still trying to adjust to the dim light coming from the bedside lamp near you. Seokjin has the habit of turning it on whenever he walks into the bedroom, so you’re used to having them on. Unfortunately, you’re also used to falling asleep while you wait for your husband to come back from work. Not that you were complaining, this promotion was his biggest professional achievement and you’re very proud of him for accomplishing it and, to be honest, being married to a CEO had silver linings as well, but most of the time you just missed him.

“What time is it, love?” You ask, still a bit dazed from having just been awakened.

“It’s past two am”, he answers right away, probably having just checked it himself.

“My god… This late, babe?”

“All thanks to the eight hour time difference, jagi… And the meeting went on forever. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t cut them off. I'm trying to convince them to invest in our company, after all. I’m sorry”, he coos, as he towel-dries his black locks, looking at you with a guilty expression. “I couldn’t wait for that shit to be over so I could come home and enjoy a nice home cooked meal prepared by my jagi…”

“It’s ok, babe, it’s your job… Come here, the least you can do for me now is being the big spoon”, you whine, not completely awake yet, arms extended in his direction making grabby hands. “I missed you, Jinie”.

Your husband tosses the towel on the floor as a smirk appears on his plump lips and as soon as you know, he’s got his body pressed onto yours from behind, arms around your waist as he nuzzles his face at the crook of your neck.

“I missed you too, jagi”, he whispers, holding you tighter and you can already feel him semi-hard against the warm flash of your ass. “Why do you do this to me?”

“What, babe?”

“Why do you have to sleep wearing my shirt and the fucking tiniest piece of lingerie you own?” He groans against the sensitive flash of your neck. “You know it drives me fucking crazy, don’t you? Now I’m hard… How am I supposed to sleep like this?”

“Oh, babe, not today… I’m really tired, Jinie. I’m sorry”, you whine, pouting, which only makes your husband even more turned on. “I promise I’ll be good to you tomorrow, but right now, I just need to get some sleep”.

In all honesty, it was really hard saying no to your husband, specially because after you’ve felt his arousal, you could already start to feel the familiar sense of wetness between your legs. But you’ve had a long day too, you went to work too, you got stressed there too, came back home, prepared a full course meal and had to eat all by yourself, because of Seokjin’s endless meeting. You didn’t complain, after all, you know it’s part of his job. You’ve fallen asleep while scrolling through your feed, even though you tried waiting for him awake. You try not to stress too much about it. You know he’s as madly in love with you as you are with him, but you allow yourself to sulk a little from time to time.

Seokjin gets silent for a while, but then, after letting out a noisy breath, Seokjin plants a kiss on your cheek, humming in agreement with your pleading.

“Of course, baby. I’m sorry that I woke you up, it’s just that… I really miss you”, he whines, his hot breath fanning against your skin.

You shake your head negatively, dismissing his apologies. Nestling against your husband's warmth, you close your eyes, taking in his scent and allowing your body to completely relax in his arms.

“Baby, do you know what would help me fall asleep?” He whispers hesitantly against your ear.

“What?”

“Being inside of you”.

You simply nod at him and he bites softly the skin of your neck, which has you biting your own lips in order to stop a moan to escape. He knows your body too well, he knows exactly where to find your weak points. He knows what he’s doing. Since the first time you tried cockwarming, it became one of his favorite things in the world and you have to admit you enjoy it quite as much. Not only did you find it extremely hot, but simply feeling him inside of you, warming himself up between your legs was also an act that highlights how intimate you and your husband are and you simply love it. You two enjoy it a lot more than you should.

He slides your panties to the side and inserts a digit between your slightly wet folds. “Oh fuck, I can’t believe you’re wet for me already, jagi”, he breathes faintly.

“You were the o-one humping me five minutes ago, Seokjin… What did you expect?” You concentrate on not choking on your words as he bends his finger inside of you.

“Then there’s no need for me to stretch you out then, right?” You shake your head no. “Then spread your legs for me just a bit, babe”.

He licks his fingers and honestly, you need to make indiscriminate use of your self control at this point. You do as he asks you, giving him space to adjust his hips and push himself slowly inside of you. After two years of marriage, you already had enough time to get used to his length, but he is always very careful not to hurt you at first. Both of you let out shaky breaths when he’s accommodating inside of you, your husband fighting the urge to thrust into you and you fighting the urge to ride him.

“Oh, babe- I love being inside of you”, he squeezes your uncovered ass with his large hands. “I’m gonna make sure I get home early tomorrow night, so I can fuck you properly”.

“You better…”

He wraps his arms around your waist again, snuggling against your body, both basking in the glorious sensation of him being inside of you. After the long day you’ve had, all you could ask for was ending it by sharing a cozy, intimate moment with the man you love. Between some love confessions and a good number of pecks on your neck, you drifted off to a sound sleep in the arms of your husband.

[couplejinkai]

Before Sunrise:

Jini changed 'Before Sunset' to 'Before Sunrise'. She deleted a photo, locked the comments and thought no one would notice. LOL

🤫🤫🤫🤫

[shy-lee-chu]

:Reaction:

BTS Discovering That

You Are Ticklish~

Side note: Contains NSFW'ish themes, and mentions of sex. If this kink isn't your thing than feel free to stop reading. Don't forget, my inbox is open for requests~ and please reblog and give me feedbacks so I can improve myself~ love you💙 -Chu

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Namjoon:

You two were reading your books at your shared bedroom like the nerd couple you were, and you've been reading for almost an hour so namjoon got bored but you were so focused on the chapter you were currently on, you really wanted to know how your book ended and you almost looked like you were in a trans. He stared at you and smiled to himself about how cute you looked. Suddently, he wanted you closer to him so he stood up and laid next to you in the bed, he tried to swoop his arms around your back but you were focused on your story so much that his feather-like fingers catched you off guard and before you even try to supress your giggles building up in your throat, a silly smile was all over your face and your breath hitched without you even realize. You didn't want him to understand that you were ticklish. You tried to hide this information desperately since you started to date. Because you have withnessed him tickling almost all of the members to death a lot before and the idea of him using this playful torture method on you as well, made your blood run cold. Unluckily he noticed the slight change on your mimics, he smirked to himself when he watched your lips shape into a supressed little smile, it was too late for you to hide it from him... He cocked his head to the side and asked mischeviously:

"Sweetheart, is everything okay?"

You tried not to lose your temper about it and answered as cool as possible, you still had a little hope that you could get away from him without being tickled but... You were wrong.

"Yeah joonie, why are you asking?"

You tried to supress your smile by biting on your cheek and you did your best to keep reading that book of yours but your mind couldn't seem to focus on words anymore. You were too nervous and you waited for his next move.

"Oh nothing, you just seemed a little bit giggly all of a sudden"

"I am n-not giggly, w-why would I be giggly namjoon?"

You tried to sound serious but you felt your voice shake and stutter. He chuckled with a deep voice than you felt his index finger, drawing a little, tiny, baby circle on your bare side under the shirt -oh- so slowly, you couldn't help the little giggle out this time. You cursed yourself mentally and blushed for that.

"Oh? What was that? Is somebody.... Hmm how do I say it?... A little... Ticklish?"

This words made you drop the book and look into his mischevious eyes. You could read what was on your mind from his eyes, you understood that this was the end of the road, goodbye world, goodbye friends...

"Namjoon, p-please."

You tried to beg but , he quickly marked the page you were on and turned you around, so you were on your back now. Than he straddled you and pinned your arms above your head pretty quick. He was strong you could feel it from how he grabbed your wrists. He really wanted to tickle you, he was so happy that he discovered that you were actually ticklish. Now it was time for him to have some fun.

"We've been dating for almost two years! How dare you hide something like this from me? Ah I am so disappointed jagi~"

He mocked and spidered his fingers all over your tummy, making you squeak and pour cute giggles out of your mouth. It tickled a lot more than you've expected.

"Nahahahamjohohooniehehahahahaha! Wahahait nohohohahhahaha!!!"

You squirmed from left to right and tried to get away from his evil fingers but, haha! You failed every single time miserably. Namjoon was just hovering above you and smirking to your desperate reactions. It made him feel so powerful to watch you squirm and try to get away. You looked so innocent, and so ticklish~

"You know how much I enjoy tickling baby ! Why did you hide this from me? Well you know what? Actually whatever.... you are going to get what you deserve now as a PUNISHMENT!"

"Well... j-johohonie this is why I tried to hide w-WAIT NO P-PLEASE I BEG YOU!!- "

He than went crasy over your midsection, scratching your underarms, poking your sides and ribs and sometimes kneading the area... having quite fun since your reactions were so amusing to him.

"Tickle tickle tickle, my pretty, helpless, ticklish baby~!"

"JOONIEAHAHAHA! STOHPAHAHAH~ PL-AHAHAHAHAH PLEAH-HAHAHAH!!"

"Stop? But baby we just started~ "

you tried to form sentences and plead but you could barely breathe from how bad it tickled all you could do was stomp your feet wildy on the bed and arch your back. He was cooing at you with a deep voice, his teases were wrecking you alone by itself. You squirming wildly and arching your back only lead you back to the bed and your cute torture continued over 20 minutes, he was mean but playfull at the same time, he leaned down and started to plant butterfly kisses all over your ribs, he also nibbled your ribs.

"Mmm~ you are so delicious. I never knew that ticklish people have tasty ribs~"

He than decided to take things to another level and lean down to blow a deepsarpberry at your belly button, he nuzzled his face there as he did so, letting his hair dance on the sensitive skin back and fourth, his free hand went up to your armpit and gave no mercy, he scribbled away randomly and that was when tears started to roll down your cheeks because of how hard you were laughing and your laughter went silent. He quickly understand you needed air and stopped. Massaged you to get rid of the ghost tickles...

"Well well well... You were ticklish huh? Why have I never noticed that before? Oh and by the way don't think you are in the clear yet honey! I am not anything near done with you yet!!"

He said cockily, smirking at you. You rolled your eyes but than smiled back when he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you this time. You couldn't hate him no matter what. And you two fell asleep in eachother's embrace.

Seokjin:

You were playfully wrestling with him. Actually it was more like you've jumped on his back and started to yell like a madman. He just laughed at how childish you were and spinned you around. You giggled cutely at first because it was one of your favourite activities, being childish with your boyfriend.

"SEHEHEOKJIN PUHUHUT ME DOHOHOWN!"

"NO, YOU STARTED THIS! NOW YOU HAVE TO STAY THERE AND SPIN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!"

You two yelled back and fourth playfully. But than you started to feel dizzy because he had been spinning you around a little too fast~ you patted his back, signing him to stop. You weren't really feeling good.

"B-BABY I AM G-GOING TO TH-THROW UP STOOPP!!!"

He slowed down and waited for you to calm down on his wide shoulders he was still smiling at you but he was also worried on the inside.

"You alright jagi?"

"Yes , I mean... I guess am much better now... Thank you..."

You jumped down from him and shook your head from side to side.

"Geez... That was seriously so crasy~"

He smiled to you and tried to pick you up once again in his arms but he tried to lift you up from your armpits. It tickled a little and you jumped away from him. Your reaction suprized him very much but soon that suprized expression turned into a little smirk and you could see his hands shaping into little, teasy claws. To be honest, you didn't need to be told twice and started to run as fast as you can. Anywhere away from him. He started to run after you. So the chase started... You both ran around the house untill you two were out of breath. You legs couldn't carry you anymore so you collapsed on the floor. Jin had a little more stamina, he approached you slowly, he was also tired but that didn't stop him from achieveing his goal; "tickling you"! He giggled at you on the floor and started to drag you to the nearby couch, pulling you from your ankles. You and him were still panting so you didn't fight but.... You didn't want to be tickled as well. You panicked. Your flustered face made him smirk and chuckle at you, who's on the floor.

"Wh-where are you dragging me? L-let me go, please!"

You tried to grab the furniture on your way but your hands slipped due to the tiredness. And jin didn't say a word he just dragged you on the floor and finally he sat on a couch, your back was still on the floor than he took your feet in his lap and locked them between his thigs, his feet were on your tummy, slightly pushing to keep your back on the ground.

"Y-you don't have to do this Seokjinie~ Please let me goho!"

You pleaded with puppy eyes, you were so ticklish and the anticipation made it even worse.

"No no no jagi, I ran all around the house. Just to tickle you ! And I am not going to let you go unless I am satisfied !"

He talked to you and smirked calmy, you made eye contact and shook your head as "no" but he wiggled his fingers right above your feet. Than without a warning , he lightly scribbled on one of your feet to seek reaction, you curled your toes and laughed loud, you didn't expect to laugh this much from such light tickling. You closed your mouth with both hands and this made him smirk even wider. Oh boi... You were dead now...

"NOHOHO J-Jinie pleahahahse dohohon't"

You squirmed but no avail, his slender fingers had already started their assault on you vunerable and ticklish area tickling up and down, he show you no mercy, scribbling your both feet at a goddamn speed and using his manicured nails as well, you'd swear you were losing your mind little by little by every second. Nothing was working, curling your toes, kicking your feet. Squirming your soles away from him, his fingers followed them no matter what you do.

"NOHOHOAHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHASE NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE PLEAHAHA!"

"Yes there! It makes you laugh so much... Hmm, you know what?... Wait... What if I-..."

"NOHOHAHAHAHAHA GOHOHOHOD STAHAHAHAP STAHAHAHA-!"

You went hysterics because he decided to attack your poor toes and under them by pulling them back with his only one damn hand, thanks to it's size he firmly kept them in place and made you cry out with pure ticklish agony. Your laughter became bubbly and you were hiccuping while you laugh and he was enjoying his torture so much as you could tell from his laughter and the silly smile stuck on his face. He let you go but not before he made sure that you couldn't take even a single stroke anymore. He even used his toes to tickle your tummy and it provided him a good reaction out of you, you howled with laughter..

It all was a little too much, but you both seem to enjoy it even if it was mean.

"M-meheheanie~"

You pouted. You were still giggling due to the ghost tickles on your feet.

"Ah, sorry jagi... You were so cute, I got carried away haha~"

He decided to pick you up and place you on his lap, turned the tv on to watch a movie togeather after your tickle marathon, he caressed and played with your hair untill you were quick asleep on his lap. He smiled softly at you and kissed your forhead. Blushed a little as you giggled in your sleep...

Yoongi:

You both were so tired after a long week of work and finally you had some free time to be lazy on the shared bed of yours togeather, it was almost noon but you two didn't seem to get out of the bed yet. You loved sleeping and so did yoongi but you two needed to get up somehow, yoongi was the first one who opened his eyes and turned around to see your sleepy face, he giggled to himself and shook you to wake you up.

"Baby, it's almost noon, we're missing the day come on. We need to wake up"

He shaked you sleepily but you groaned and turned around, your butt was facing him now. That made yoongi a little annoyed but you were too cute so he giggled at your half sleepy half angry state.

"Come on Y/N-ah! You can't sleep for eternity!"

He didn't know what he was about to withness when he poked your back but his pouty face turned into a deadly smirk when you giggled a little in your sleep.

"Oh, so we are ticklish huh? I see... I think I know how do I wake you up now..."

He talked to himself before pushing you on the bed and sitting on your butt, than he pinned your arms under his legs, he wiggled his fingers and cracked his knuckles loudly when he finished rolling your shirt up to expose your back, his soft fingertips wasted no time with gently tickling your shoulderblades, he traced the word "Ticklish" over and over to the both sides, earning sleepy chuckles from you. That made him smile as a start. He was really gentle with tickles and they were comforting at the same time for now but things were about to go south for you....

"You are so sensitive baby girl, how the hell I didn't notice this before?"

He said with his deep, sleepy voice.

He kept tickling gently down your spine, his soft hands made you feel like there were more than just his hands tickling you. You started to squirm and wake up little by little and you realized that he was on top of you and you had no way out. You cursed yourself for not waking up in the first place and your laughter started to get louder and more shrill as he made his was down to your lower back

"AHAHAHAHISH! YOHOHONGIHIHIHI STOHOHOP! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!"

you squirmed and screamed as you feel his nails teasing your sides from the back but not touching your lower back yet. He noticed that you get more ticklish on the way down your spine and he wanted to save the best for the last. So he just teased your sides and ribs , going up and down and keeping you on your toes but not killing you... At least yet...

"Hmm so, you get more ticklish all the way down here."

He gently trailed his finger down your spine and pulling right before it touches the lower back, earning a loud, flustered squeal from you. The fact that he was able to read your body language like a book made you gulp and get more flustered if that is even possible.

"That is really fun actually you know? You can't even get out, all you can do is flailing like a fish out of water~ I guess I am going to use this weakness of yours in the future a lot~"

He smirked and than stopped teasing, there was a quick silence than he scrathed and spidered his fingers all across your lower back this time, pretty determined to make you cry and scream with laughter. You stomped your feet and tried to stop him with pleads and apologies but nothing seemed to be working.

"YOHOHOHONGIEHAHAHA- STAHAHAHAP PLEAHAHAHA I AHAHAM I-AHAHAHA SOHOHORRY!! SOHOHOHORRY! PLEAHAHAHASE~ NAHAAHAHA!!!"

You laughed hystericly and your head kept shaking from side to side and you couldn't even control your laughter anymore, he sneaked his fingers to your sides and armpits from the back and chuckled darkly as you tried to escape him non-stop... He could torture you without effort, it was fun... really fun. He was sure for one thing now, you were awake. He went on and on with his sweet torture for some time which felt like thousand years to you, he wanted to finish this tickle session strong so he bent down and blew raspberries on your back and his hands squeezed your sides and ribs, letting your hands go but you were laughing way too intense to move even a single finger as he did so, you were out of breath and crying with laughter once he was done with you. He gave you some time to breathe properly again than jumped out of the bed and also picked you up.

" That was fun, but now let's have a shover together kitten~"

An exhausted smile appeared on your lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck, unable to stop blushing while he carried you to the bathroom.

Hoseok:

He decided to take you out on one of your usual date nights, those nights where you watch a movie togeather and maybe go to a luxury restaurant. He loved spoiling you and showing you affection by those simple nights and you loved it too.

Now you two were out of the cinema, his arms wrapped around your waist, you two were giggling and hugging occasionally like cheesy teenage couples. People passing by laughed and smiled at you two, you were looking so happy yet so silly. You than headed to the restaurant, it was kind of a ritual. You've always went to the same restaurant and sat down at the same place, this time was no different.

"Hey jagi, come here sit please~"

He said in a low tone while pulling your chair back for you to sit, you sat down still giggling at him and he happily pushed the chair back to it's place. He was so funny and he always found a way to make you smile and laugh, he was really a sunshine. Finally he sat down across you and you ordered your dishes. He held your hand and smiled to himself , thinking that he loved every single bit of you and he couldn't wait to find out more about you and get to know you more. He didn't know that he was going to discover something that was going to cheer you up both it the future and he could use as a weapon against you. So the food came and you started eating. You chatted as you ate but than he unconsciously touched your thigs under the table. You bit your lip and tried not to giggle but unluckily he noticed the slight change of your behaviour, he cocked his head to the side and sneakily squeezed your thigh, you squeaked and jumped in your seat than covered your mouth with both hands and he chuckled, feeling powerful over you. And a little mischevious.

"Tsk tsk tsk jagi... You are squeaking like a toy! How emberassing! Ah~ we don't want the other customers to hear you squeaking and giggling do we? Sshhh jagi you must keep quiet!"

"H-hohohobihihihi hahaha ! Nohohahhaha! Pleahahase, I cahahant!! STAHAHAHhahahaha"

He wishpered a tease and kept spidering his fingers up and down your thigs, making you unble to control your laughter and squirm in your seat cutely. He continued and stopped after the other customers really started to watch you this time. He winked at you and turned all of his attention to his food. He was really happy that you were ticklish, he would never ever stop tickling you, he thought to himself.

"So you are extremely ticklish hm? That information is going to come handy in future. And what I mean by future is...."

He looked at his watch and hummed.

"Probably 2 hours later~ I would prepare myself if I were you beautiful~"

He was talking in a low, teasing tone that made shivers go down your spine. You rolled your eyes and tried not to lose your temper about it but even swallowing your food was too hard for you now. But than finally the atmosphere soon warmed and you talked about your day again, it made you forget what happened five minutes ago but he was planning what he was going to do to you when you arrive home in his head. He just made you forget by talking, he was planning to catch you off guard. Soon you two finished eating and you thanked him for the meal. He held your hand like the gentleman he is and you two togeather walked to his car and he drove you two home. You entered the house and once you put down your stuff and hanged your coat you felt a couple of hands resting on your shoulders and a warm breath right next to your ear, he growled.

"I guess, I have an unfinished business with you young lady hm~?"

You gulped and turned around. You stared into his eyes with a tint of pink across your cheeks.

"H-hoseok please n-not that anything but that!"

He chuckled at you.

"...."

"....."

Than after a couple seconds of staring you started to run around the house like a madman, you never ran faster before. He was chasing you but actually he was letting you go on purpose, he wanted you to be exhausted so you couldn't fight back when his hands were finally on you.

He cornered you in your bedroom after a long chase and you were just pleading non-stop to be set free, he approached you with claw hands closer and closer, you were alredy giggling before he even touched you.

"Hohohobihihihi plehahahase!"

He shook his head from side to side

"There is no escape from me and my evil , tickling fingers I want you squirming and laughing under me RAWR!"

he jumped on you and tackled you to the bed, he immediately began squeezing your thigs and you squealed as a start than dissolved into ticklish laughter, you were so tired but still were squirming madly, you seriously hated being this ticklish. It could get you weak in seconds.

"Aww what's wrong jagi? Are you too ticklish to take it? You can't handle it? Adorable!"

He was also laughing at you as he tickled, you tried to grab his hands but he was much stronger and you just decided to hit him with everything you can, tears started to form in the corner of your eyes and he noticed that, he pulled your hands down and pinned them under him and smirked at you

"Ah and you are hitting your boyfriend now! How rude!"

He said and now he focused on your hips and thigs at the same time. He tickled your inner thigs , he squeezed them and went up to your hips again, brushing his fingertips lighlty to make you cry and howl with laughter , this went on and on and by the end of the night, you were panting like a dog with the most red cheeks on the entire planet. He smiled and let your hands go , than hovered above you again.

"I don't know about you jagi but you look even more beautiful when you are tickled and exhausted, I need to do this more often~"

He wishpered and chuckled, than kissed you. He kissed you slowly and passionately. No need to say that you guys ended it steamy that night.

Jimin:

Jimin and you were cooking in the kitchen, the room was filled with the smell of delicious food, you had some ramen with some steak and it was a hard work to cook all of those togeather, you were running around the kitchen and trying to be all quick, jimin was also having trouble not burning the steak and preparing vegeatbles at the same time. But you guys were having fun and you enjoyed doing something togeather once a while.

"Baby! Pass the salt! Jiminie!!"

You yelled and he nodded passing you the salt without even looking at you. You took the salt and sprinked it on top of some egg. Another side dish that you've wanted to eat along with the ramen.

"Y/N , baby I need the salt now, pass it quick!"

He reached out and made grabby hands but.. he reched for your side and squeezed it gently as an accident instead of reaching for your hand and you jumped to the other side and fell on the floor, his action caught you off guard.

"H-hehey! Th-that's not salt!"

You whined and couldn't help the tiny giggles escaping your mouth before you could even close it. He stopped for a second, your cute giggles were amusing to him. He smirked and giggled to himself that he found out one of your weaknesses and this one was a huge weakness of yours he could tell~ he chuckled but didn't stop looking at the steak he was cooking.

"What was that jagi? Did I just hear you... Laugh? "

He suddently changed his voice into a deeper one and almost purred as he spoke and teased. You blushed madly and didn't say a word, you were focused on the ramen and the other side dishes but you were dying inside, you tried so hard not to giggle when he was tracing your back and tummy when you were watching movies togeather or you bit your lip every time he caressed your side in public and you pushed his hands away slowly, not to arouse suspicion when he was massaging your thigs in a ticklish way . But now your ultimate weakness was exposed and you felt your hearbeat racing, and you'd swear he could feel it too.

"What's wrong jagi? Did cat get your tongue? Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?"

You stuttered and tried to talk back for the first time.

"I a-am tring to make this r-ramen more delicious b-baby I am busy. Sorry I didn't h-hear what you said c-can you repeat it?"

You mumbled but the food was ready, he knew it, you knew it... You didn't have any excuses left to escape. He smirked and turned the oven off and turned his attention to you and your deadly ticklish body, his new discovery made him lick his lips in hunger. Just the thought of the laughter and the giggles he will earn from you with the simplest , feathery touch of his fingers.... Ahh man, he was dying just to pin you down and wreck you as he pleases. And so... He took teasing steps towards you, turned you around and pushed your back on the kitchen counter, of course there were no food behind you, and pinned your arms over your head.

"I believe that my ears heard a little laughter as you "passed" me the salt am I right Y/N?"

He giggled and used his free hand to turn your chin towards himself.

"N-no jimin w-wait , what are you doing?"

"One simple question jagi... Are you... Ticklish?"

He teasingly walked two fingers from your hips to your sides and all the way up to your armpits. His eyes were sparkling with excitement as your tiny body squirmed and ticklish laughter poured out helplessly, you had no choice but laugh for him, you were trapped!

"N-Nhahahaha I ahaham nohot! Y-you are wa-wahahahasting your time"

You tried to lie but obviously he wasn't buying it.

"Tsk tsk tsk... What a bad liar! How dare you lie to me! I have to punish you and teach you a lesson about lieing to your boyfriend now~"

He darkly chuckled and you felt his fingers getting under your shirt and slowly stroking your navel and sides.

"wh-WHAHAHAT AHAHAhahabohout ThehehHEHE FOHOHOOD?!"

"I guess... It can wait a little as we have some fun..."

With that being said he went full on spidering, poking and prodding your tummy, slowly moving up to your ribs and armpits and searching for weakspots but luckily, your sensitive body never failed to amaze him, you were cackling wherever and whenever he touched, you were so so sensitive and it was so much fun to torture you... At least to him.

"Aish, what a ticklish baby under me! Too bad that you have no strenght to escape or stop me right? You just can lay there and laugh! That's really adorable! Tickle tickle, laugh and suffer my sensitive pray!"

He teased so mean and lowered his head, suddently there were raspberries placed strongly on your belly and bellybutton as his free hand scratched your hollows, switching from side to side mercilessly

"Actually this would be a good way to make you laugh when you are grupmy~ what do you think Y/N hm~?"

He was teasing meanly knowing that you were too weak to answer and you focused on laughing, he was half smiling half smirking at you, your reactions and your suffering body were priceless. He stopped right before you were about to pass out from his skilled fingers, he than picked you up and took you to the couch to snuggle, he just hugged you tight and your tired body happily accepted it, you feel your eyes closing up.

"J-jimin, food..."

You mumbled sleepily and he kissed your forehead and patted your hair.

"It can wait jagi, you need a good rest. I almost tickled you to death and I am so sorry my love"

He wishpered and giggled quietly than rubbed your back to help you sleep a little, he waited and also took a quick nap himself as you slept and you two ate the things you cooked after you woke up, but since than it was a must for you to be tickled every day even just for two seconds.

Taehyung:

It all started when jungkook took Taehyung's soda and drank it all himself. Taehyung got mad at him and pinned him down with a rush and started to tickle him out of his mind, everbody knew that jungkook was incredibly sensitive so it wasn't hard for Taehyung to make him go hysterics. He was so mean and he teased the poor maknae mercilessly, making him regret laying his hands on Taehyung's soda in the first place.

"WAHAHAHAHAHA HYUHUHUHUNGIHIHIE! SAHAHHAAHARRY I AHAHAHAM SOHAHAHAHARRY PWEAHAHASE!"

"Is our maknae too ticklish to take it? Aww too bad! What a better way to teach you not drink my drinks again~ Tickle tickle tickle poor kookie, there is no escape for you!"

Jungkook squirmed under Taehyung and howled with shrill laughter, the scene was so cute for everyone. Everyone was smiling from ear to ear, except one person... Except you... You were flustered beyong belief, the maknae's suffering and his useless attempts of escaping the evil , slender fingers made you blush and feel sorry for him. Seeing him being ticklish like this also made you feel ticklish in a way that you don't know. You had to bite your lips to suppress ticklish giggles that your butterflies caused in your tummy, you were hugging yourself and watching jungkook with a flustered expression and your boyfriend was having too much fun making the younger male suffer under his skilled hands, being the oldest among 3 siblings, Taehyung was highly experienced about tickling and he mastered the art of tickling anyone to death. Bangtan knew it and they always avoided getting in tickle fights with him. They all were at least once being tickled by his cruel fingers and you could tell from their faces that they all know very well how much it tickles the maknae as they coo at him, some of the members ,such as hoseok and jimin, had a sour expession , they felt pity for jungkook. The rest were enjoying themselves so much, they were smiling and giggling ear to ear and some of the members helped taehyung tease jungkook further. Almost everyone seemed to be having fun, but you and your butterflies and your flushed cheeks were stopping you from enjoying the scene, you couldn't help yourself imagining how bad those slender fingers would feel on your body, you were sentive, maybe a bit too sensitive for this. Soon you needed some fresh air to calm yourself down and you quietly sneaked into the bathroom. You washed your face and stared at yourself in the mirror for some time, than you started to mumble about the things that just happened.

"Did h-he really have to tickle him in front of everyone? Oh my GOD, he gave him no mercy!! What if he finds out that I am ticklish as well? NOO I am taking this secret to my grave! AHHH WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? WHY AM I EVEN BLUSHING?"

you were lost in your thoughts but you didn't know something, Taehyung had been watching your every single reaction before you left, he tortured the maknae so long on purpose. He noticed that something was wrong with you when he heard a tiny squeak, he raised his head up and saw you hugging yourself and blushing. He avoided eye contact but kept torturing the maknae, watching you from the corner of his eye. He smirked to himself and watched you crumble into flustered pieces whenever he made him laugh with ticklish agony, you were so much fun to play with. He continued untill you got out of the room, and he stopped as well when you went to the bathroom. Poor jungkook was about to pass out from laughing so hard without breathing properly.

"N-nohoho mohohore! I cahahan't tahahake it anymohore!Ahh I can feel my abs appearing now"

"Let this be a lesson kookie, Don't mess with your hyung's soda or else you know what's coming for you! And by the way you already have abs. You don't need me tickling you to death."

He scribbled his fingers quickly on his abs again and giggled at the maknae as he curled into a ball, cackling once again

"MeheheHEHEan!"

Tae stood up and told the other members that he had to use the bathroom, he wanted to torture another pray. A pray that was too innocent for their good. He chuckled quietly and licked his lips, his hands were so itchy, he wanted to tickle you and see for himself how ticklish you were. So he quietly climbed up the stairs and found which bathroom you were in. He first listened from outside and your words caused a cruel smirk appear on his face

"What if he finds out that I am ticklish as well?..."

BINGO! Now nobody could save you from the upcoming torture. He giggled quietly and walked behind you calmly, caressing your hair and speaking in a low tone. You were more than suprized when he walked in from the door out of nowhere. Your heartbeat raised once again.

"T-t-taehyung!? I thought y-you were with the bo-boys!"

"I was baby but... I got concerned when you walked out with a blushing face, you seemed so nervous what happened love?"

You could sense the mischievousness in his voice and you completely understood what he aimed when you made eye-contact with him from the mirror. This made you gulp and him chuckle.

"N-nothing w-why? I-I am absolutely f-fine"

You stuttered amd answered but the devilish grin on his face and the blush on your face was making everything harder for you to hide your fear. The nervous atmosphere heated up even more all of a sudden as he pinned your body between his body and the bathroom wall, you squeaked and looked him in the eyes, almost pleading for him to let go.

"Oh~ what a cute squeak! Just like I heard when I was tickling kookie~"

He smirked and stroked your neck gently while you were still pinned between him and wall, you couldn't help but scrunch your neck to the side and puff your cheeks out cutely to prevent giggling his smirk grew wider.

"I bet you are soo ticklish, actually too ticklish for your own good. Am I wrong love?"

He chuckled

"Let's give it a try and find it out shall we?"

And before you could even protest you were being lifted up on his lap and forced you to wrap your legs around his waist

"Wait Tae, where are we go- Mhmm~!!"

Before you could even protest Taehyung crushed his lips on yours and started to kiss you, he muffled your voice and distracted you at the same time, your mind went more and more jelly with each kiss, soon you found yourself in a bedroom and thrown on the bed as he locked the door behind you two and smirked. You backed away in the bed, feeling ticklish alredy.

"D-don't you d-dare K-kim T-taehyung!"

"I don't dare what love~?"

"Y-you know what it is!"

"Hmm do I? I don't know baby you need to be more specific, what do you exacty don't want me to do?"

He approached you slowly and you backed away in the bed untill your back hit the head of the bed, you gulped.

"D-don't you d-dare tickling me! B-back off! "

He chuckled and searched for the drawers than he pulled out a cuff and spinned it with his one hand

"I don't know baby, well you never told me you were ticklish! In fact you always said no when I asked you so, I believe you deserve this treatment anyway, don't worry it's not gonna hurt~"

He jumped on you and cuffed your hands to the bedpost before you could even blink your eye. The only thing you know was that you were cuffed to the head of the bed and now your back was on the matress now. He sat on your thigs and cracked his knuckles, than lightly trailed his fingertips up and down your sides, you started to giggle and squirm.

"B-bahahaby n-nohoHOHOHOHO! DOHOHhohohon't doho this toho mehe!"

"Shhh, lay there and laugh for me baby, nothing can save you from this right now, be a good pray and laugh. Than maybe I will show mercy but for now..."

He digged in your ribs, poked and clawed everywhere, he didn't even miss the gaps in between your bones, your nerves were alight with ticklish sensations, your laughter got super loud in a second and you were screaming and squirming under his tall body and cruel fingers, just like jungkook did minutes ago

"NOHOHOHO AHAHAHA! YAHAHAHA IHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHEHES! PLEAHAHAHASE!"

"You look so helpless and that's adorable, I can't believe you've hid something like this from me for this long! Laugh for me! Laugh more! I will tickle all of your sensitive spots!"

He teased and tickled non-stop, making you snort cutely and stomp your feet on the bed, he was having too much fun to stop at the moment. It had been only 5 minutes but it felt like hours to you. Soon he moved down to claw at your tummy and sides, he was so gentle yet it was so so so cruel, it was actually way too much for an overly sensitive body like yours. He leaned down soon and started to kiss and nibble your tummy and sides, his hand travelling yo your armpits and scratching gently.

"NAHAHAHA TAHAHAE I CAHAHAHNT NOHOHO MOHOHORE STAHAHAP! STAHAHAHAHA-NAHAHA!"

you screamed but he didn't stop, he only slowed down and got faster again when he though you could breathe properly again. Your torture went like this on and on... Needless to say that he left no spots untouched. You wanted to get your hands down and to stop him but it was impossible thanks to the cuffs that he used. You just laid there and took it untill you started to laugh shrill and tears rushed down your face. Taehyung was nibbling and kissing your neck as his hands fluttered around your sides and inner thighs when your laughter turned to silent. He took this as a sign to stop and cuffed you immediately, he giggled.

"You are really fun to tickle you know?"

He snuggled by your side, you were just too tired to talk back so you happily accepted his embrace and hugged back, you two fell asleep on the bed in the room that you were locked in.

Jungkook:

Jungkook and you decided to clean his attic on a saturday evening, you grabbed everything you needed and went up to the attic, it was dusty and made you both sneeze and cough a coupe times when you first entered there. Jungkook finally found the window and opened it so there was finally oxygen in the dark attic.

"You alright baby? You look like you've swallowed all the dust in the room"

"No kookie I am fine *cough* B-but it's really dusty here we gotta be quick and clean it all up"

He giggled and patted your hair, he nodded and handed you the bucket full of water so you two started cleaning, you spent hours there. Finding his old memories, dusting them off. Playing with his old toys, comparing his childhood photos with himself now. You had so much fun and also you swalloved lots and lots of dust. But you didn't care because it was a great opportunity to spend time with your boyfrined and get to know eachother more as you smiled at the memories togeather and thanked for everything that happened back then so you were finally here now. You just kept on doing the cleaning; dusting, wiping the floors etc. and soon you've noticed some christmas decorations at the corner, his mother must have been keeping them there for the next christmas. You got interested in them and started off with dusting the artificial christmas three. It blew out a huge wave of dust and caused you two to cough your lungs out as soon as you touched it. You waited for the dust to fly out from the window and you also wanted to check the other decorations out, but as you were walking towards them your feet tangled to something and you fell down on the floor and rolled around yourself with the little momentum, you tried to wiggle but you soon realized that you were almost wrapped in a mummy by the Christmas lights surrounding you. You tried to squirm but no avail, you were tied down so damn securely with just a few rolls on the floor. You had no other chance but to call for help.

"Kook! B-baby help I am stuck I can't move!"

You yelled and soon a sweaty and dusty jungkook appeared from the other side of the room.

"Yeah baby what do you wa-"

He stood there and widened his eyes, than he fell on the floor and laughed uncontrollably, he thought your clumsiness was way too funny he laughed and laughed on the floor untill his abs hurt and there were tears in his eyes. He wiped them off and panted.

"How did you even managed to wrap yourself up like that oh my god what am I going to do with you jagi?"

He smiled but you were pouting

"N-not funny jungkook let me out please, I can't even move a single finger!"

You squirmed like a worm again to show him how much you're stuck and this made him laugh at you again but than he stopped and crouched down right next to you.

"Let's see if I can get you out from this trouble..."

He focused on the wires, he sticked his finger between your tummy and the wire and wiggled it slightly, this caused you to snort a little and puff your cheeks, it tickled. Luckily he didn't notice it. He continued sticking his fingers at a random place on your body and pulling the wire to himself, he was searching for a weak spot to untie you. Your hands were tied above your head and your armpits were exposed, soon he finally sticked his fingers carefully between your armpit and the wire and wiggled it there but you couldn't seem to hold it in anymore, you started to giggle and squirm. It really tickled this time.

"B-bahahaby! N-nohohot thehehehere!"

Jungkook cocked his head to the side, raised his eyebrow and smirked. He never knew you were ticklish.

"Oh don't tell me that you're ticklish..."

You gulped and gave him puppy eyes, you had nowhere to run and you could do nothing to stop him. You were tied way too tight for that. You started to plead.

"Please jungkook no! I can't even move. Get me out here please!! Don't do that I beg you!"

This plead caused him to chuckle and he stickled his both fingers under the wires at both of your armpits, this time he wasn't wiggling them to get you out, this time he was stroking your armpits softly and tickling there, he was so gentle with your hollows, it felt like thousant feathers were gliding up and down. He stroked, tapped and poked the skin while watching you squirm helplessly. Needles to say that you were a flustered little puddle on the floor, trying to move away or do anything to stop him but... It was useless. You laughed really loud and blushed, being helpless and tied like that made you more sensitive and shy. You begged in between your fits of laughter.

"BAHAHABY N-NOHOHOHO! L-LIHIHISTEN TOHO MEHEHEHE! STOHOP ! STAHAHAHAP!"

he was giggling at you and showing his famous bunny smile. Your laughter was like music to his ears, he really loved tickling you and it looked like this was the first one of many many tickle sessions that you two will have in the future.

"Aww you really are so ticklish! Look ! You are flailing like a fish out of water! Tickle tickle~ coochie coochie coo~!!"

He cooed with a gentle voice but soon he got bored tickling your armpits, he sneaked his fingers in your ribs and poked you there rapidly he than poked there with one hand and kneaded your ribs with the other.

"Which one tickles more jagi hmm? Do you like the pokes or the kneading better, I guess kneading makes you laugh louder, I will tickle every inch of your body~ you can't move can you? Aww~ you are all at my mercy!"

He smirked and moved down to your tummy, your shirt was riddled up a little bit, giving him opportunities to blow deadly ticklish rapberries from the gaps and nibbling there with his lips. He pretended like he was eating you and his hands poked your ribs and neck, adding more tickles to the sweet torture of yours. He smirked into your tummy and didn't speak, he never thought tickling you like this would be so much fun.

"YAHAHAHAHAAA KOOKIEHEHEHE NOHOHO PLEHAHAHAASE I WOHOULD DOHO ANYTHING AAHAHAHA JUHUST STAHAHAP IHIT ! MEHEHEHERCY!"

You squirmed side to side and soon he stopped but the evil wheels in his head won't stop turning.

"I haven't tried all of your spots yet! There is one more that I want to tickle"

He grabbed your shoes and pulled them off and sat on the floor right front of them making you gulp and try to kick but you looked like a mermaid on earth.

"J-jungkook no! Don't you dare!"

"What? I am not doing anything!"

He made eye contact with you and drew his index finger all the way up from your heels, made you squeak and flinch. He giggled at that and cracked his knuckles and his neck. You got more flustered. He wiggled his finglers threateningly and landed them on your socked feet, scratching randomly on your immoblie feet. You started to howl with laughter and roll side to side. This made him chuckle darkly and coo at you.

"AHAHAHAHA YOHOHOU JEHEHEHERK! STAHAHAHA-"

"Oh calling me a jerk! How dare you!"

He pulled your socks out and smirked.

"Oh look my paint brushes from my art class!"

You gulped

"I- k-kookie, my beautiful baby. Pl-please... We can talk about it... You d-don't have to d-do this... L-let me out please I can't take it anymore"

You begged but he shook his head side to side as no.

"Oh you just called me a jerk and now you want to be released? Not a chance in hell jagi~ oh and look! What a beautiful canvas!"

He grabbed two paintbrushes and glided them up and down your soles, you swear you were losing your mind with each bristle hitting your sensitive skin. They went up , down and side to side. Keeping you on your toes constantly, at this point you were too weak, even to beg and you could just lay there and take it. You tried to beg but your sentences were being interrupted by your own fits of laughter every single time. And than little tickle monster jungkook focused under your toes and your arches, made you cry with laughter and go silent this time. He stopped finally, right when you were about to pass out. He finally found the weak part of the wires and untied you, than cuddled you close in his lap, kissed your cheeks lovingly.

"I never thought that tickling could be this fun. Your laughter is my favorite symphony~"

He wishpered and let you take a quick nap on his lap, with a pink blush on your cheeks. He caressed your hair and held you tight.

[katedoesfics]

Shadows of the Yiga | Chapter 40

It was late when they returned to the ranch. Aryll hurried to the window when she heard the sound of an engine coming down the dirt driveway. With a yelp, she ran to the front door and hurried off the porch and outside with the others following close behind. She stopped, her heart racing, as the SUV pulled to a stop. She watched as her brother stepped out of the passenger side. He was rolling his eyes and firing back at Revali, who stepped out from behind him, but he was cut short when Aryll threw herself against him.

“You're welcome,” Revali said smugly as he walked by. “Revali saves the day once again.”

Link slouched slightly, too tired to argue, or do much of anything, really. He was exhausted from the trip. Not only that, he couldn’t even remember the last time he good anything close to a decent night’s sleep. The last few weeks were such a blur, he could have slept for a hundred years. He yawned loudly and wrapped his arms lazily around Aryll. His gaze moved to his father, standing near the barn with his hands in his pockets, and he offered him a tired, reassuring smile. When Mipha stepped forward, he turned his attention to her. For the first time in what felt like a long time, he didn’t feel afraid to be near her.

“What happened?” Aryll asked, looking up at him. “Are you better?”

Link shrugged as another yawn escaped its hold. “Guess so.”

Aryll frowned. Her eyes narrowed on her brother. “You guess so?”

“Can we talk about it in the morning?”

Aryll rolled her eyes but didn't argue with him. She reached for Mipha, pulling her into their hug. Link allowed himself to lean against them slightly and sighed.

*****

For the first time in a long time, Link slept through the entire night – even late into the morning – without any trouble. It was near noon when he finally rolled out of the bed, still groggy. He trudged through the old farm house, following the voices he heard downstairs and into the kitchen. He hesitated around the corner, listening in.

“Hyrule’s army won't stand a chance against the Yiga Clan,” Paya's voice said. “This needs to be handled delicately as with Ganondorf and his army.”

“It would be nice to go into this with some kind of back up,” Revali said.

“As far as my father is concerned,” Zelda started, “we are traitors. He won't help us.”

“He won't abandon you,” Mipha said. “You're his daughter.”

“As long as I'm on Link's side,” Zelda said. She hesitated. “He doesn't trust Link.”

“We don't need him,” Riju said. “We've done this before without him, we can do it again.”

“We?” Urbosa echoed.

“Yeah!” Riju said. “We!”

“We don't even know how many of them there are,” Daruk said. “We may not stand a chance.”

“We didn't stand a chance before,” Revali said. “That's the thing about superheroes. They beat all odds.”

“Except we're not superheroes,” Daruk reminded him.

“I beg to differ. You don't get super powers and not call yourself a superhero.”

“Link doesn't have a superpower,” Riju said.

“You're right,” Revali said. “Which means we all need to work extra hard to protect his lame ass.”

“You shouldn't have gotten rid of Dark Link. At least he was good for something.”

“Yeah,” Revali said. “He would have kicked our asses.”

Riju shrugged. “I like a challenge.”

Link looked down the hallway as footsteps approached. Aryll rounded the corner, stretching her arms over her head. She smiled when she saw Link, then hesitated when she saw him against the wall. She cocked her head to the side and leaned against the wall beside him. She searched his face, but he was staring hard at his bare feet.

“So,” Daruk started. “It sounds like either way, we're screwed. We'll be severely outnumbered with no back up.”

“I'll talk to Grandmother,” Paya said. “She won't abandon us. Neither will King Roham. I'm sure of it.”

“I wish I had your confidence,” Zelda muttered. “He's disowned me.”

“What's he going to do?” Revali said. “Lock us up if we show our faces?”

“Probably. He can be petty like that.”

“I'll show 'im,” Riju said. “He'll think twice about messing with me!”

“Threaten him,” Urbosa warned, “and you'll definitely never see the light of day again.”

“Hmph.”

“So,” Mipha started. “What do we do?”

The room was quiet. Aryll slouched against the wall, frowning. She sighed, then pushed passed Link and walked into the kitchen.

“You kick Yiga ass! Isn't that what you guys do? Fight the bad guys?” She crossed her arms. “That's what superheroes would do.” She made her way to the coffee machine and pulled a cup out of the cupboard.

“That's what I've been saying!” Riju said. She moved towards Aryll, peering over her shoulder. “Hey, make me some!”

“Make your own!” Aryll shoved her aside with her hip.

“Come on,” Riju whined. “I got stuck sleeping on that awful couch.”

“Riju,” Urbosa warned. “This isn't a hotel. Be grateful Talon is letting us stay here.”

“Hmph.”

Link dared to step around the corner and into the kitchen, yawning loudly. He ignored his friends as he strode to the refrigerator in hopes of quieting his growling stomach. He opened the door and peered inside for a long moment.

“You could at least put a shirt on,” Daruk said.

Link shrugged. “But then you won't be able to appreciate all of this.”

Riju skipped to his side and joined him at peering into the fridge. “I could still kick your ass.”

“Probably,” he said with a nod. “We can't all have superpowers.” He straightened and closed the door, an apple in hand.

“Oh?” Riju crossed her arms. “Spying on us?”

“Nope,” he said as he bit into the apple. He looked around the kitchen, noticing then a few missing faces.

“Where’s Kit?” he asked.

Revali shrugged. “I dunno,” he started. “Said something about checking in on the bar, stocking up, and something about some Sera chick.”

Link chewed thoughtfully. He was sure he’d get an earful from Sera whenever they made it back to the city.

“Where’s Dad?” Aryll asked his other question.

“Car’s gone,” Daruk said. “Guessing he took off last night.”

Link raised a brow. “What for?”

“We thought you’d know,” Urbosa said.

Link hesitated. He took another bite of his apple. “Uh-uh.”

“Excellent,” Revali muttered.

“We need to start planning our attack on the Yiga,” Zelda said.

“We don’t stand a chance on our own,” Urbosa said, shaking her head. “We’ll be walking right into our deaths.”

“Let me go into the city,” Paya said, turning to Zelda. “I’m sure we can get the help of the Sheikah. If Dorian is true to his word, he will back us up.”

Zelda hesitated. “And if not?”

As if in answer to her doubts, the sound of tires on the dirt drive caught their attention. From somewhere in the house, Talon cocked his rifle.

“Are ya’ll ‘spectin’ company?” he asked in a wary voice.

The Champions hurried outside, watching as a convoy of black vehicles made their way up the dirt road and turned into the drive. They pulled in one by one, lining up side by side, filling the driveway and spilling out onto the sides of the road.

Link watched carefully as the doors opened to the vehicles, and Hyrulean and Sheikah soldiers spilled out around the vehicles. In the front, three more men stepped out, dressed in similar uniforms. A bullet proof vest protected Teba. One hand rested on the butt of the gun on his hip, while the other was tucked into the pocket of his pants. He slouched enough to show an appearance of his usual, casual disinterest, yet his eyes were fierce with determination. Rusl lacked the bullet proof vest, but was equally equipped with weapons on his body. He brought a cigarette away from his lips with a smug grin and flicked the ash to the ground. Dorian stood beside him, his arms crossed, and he regarded his friend with a look of only slight annoyance.

“Well, shit,” Daruk said.

Link narrowed his gaze on his father. “What’s this?”

“An army,” he said proudly. “You lot sure as shit can’t do this with just the few of you.”

Link raised a questionable brow. “Roham just let you take his men?”

“Goddesses, no,” Rusl said with a laugh, then shrugged. “But we didn’t bother ask.” He gestured with his chin toward Teba. “Those are Teba’s guys. They’re on team Zelda.” He then gestured to Dorian. “Dorian’s guys. Also team Zelda.” He stepped aside, then turned to look over the men that stood behind him. “Those are my boys.”

“How does a dead guy get the biggest team?” Revali asked.

“I know people,” Rusl said simply. “And people like a good back from the dead story.”

“And you know, I gave his son stolen blackmarket weapons,” Jini said, stepping forward. “It was this, or do more time behind damn bars.”

At that moment, the air snapped, and Impa and Purah appeared before the convoy.  Impa held what looked to be brown pieces of material in her arms. They seemed to be mid-argument when they appeared, but Purah stopped abruptly as her gaze landed on Link. The old Sheikah squealed with delight, then waved off her sister as she made her way to Link.

“I can’t believe you were keeping this good looking man from me,” she said. She stopped in front of him and reached up to pinch his cheeks. She stood on her tiptoes and looked passed him, smiling at Rusl over her shoulder. “He’s almost as handsome as you, Russy-boy.”

“How dare you compare us,” Rusl said. “You said I was your favorite.”

“Oh, Russy,” Purah said. She grinned widely. “You’ve been trying to get with me for years.”

“That’s weird,” Revali muttered.

Purah patted Link’s cheek. “You might have a chance if you play your cards right.”

Link looked to Impa helplessly. Impa sighed and pressed a finger to her temple. “Please leave him alone.”

Purah moved her hands to pull at his ears and giggled. “That’s some strong Hylian bloodline. She picked a good one.”

“That’s debatable,” Impa muttered.

Purah waved her younger sister off with a hand. “It was probably for the best,” Purah said, stepping away to look him over. “Impa has that tough love thing going on. I would have coddled you.”

“She beat me with a stick,” Link muttered.

Purah grinned. “That’s so Impa. I see why she likes you.”

“I don’t think she does,” Link said slowly. He met Impa’s gaze and the old Sheikah grinned.

“Atta boy,” she said simply.

Purah put her hands on her hips and smiled. “Well, enough chit-chat, then. Looks like everyone’s all here. It’s time to put this plan into motion.”

“There’s a plan?” Daruk asked.

“Of course there’s a plan,” Purah said. “Haven’t you fought a war before?”

“Yes,” Revali sneered. “By our damn selves.”

“That’s not true,” Impa hissed.

“It didn’t seem likely we’d have anyone on our side,” Urbosa said.

“Oh, come now,” Purah said, waving them off with a hand. “You always have the Sheikah on your side.” She turned and narrowed her gaze on Impa and Dorian.

“Even if it seems like they’re against you at times.”

“Purah,” Impa warned.

Purah ignored her and turned her attention back to the Champions. “Impa and I work very differently. Regardless.” She moved her arm to the side, gesturing to the team behind her. “You’re not alone in this fight. In fact, I’ve been doing a little extra research myself, and I think I found just the thing to give you an edge.” She pulled the Sheikah Slate out from under her jacket and waved it in the air.

“That’s the Sheikah Slate,” Zelda said.

“See - it does a lot more than activate shrines.”

“My daughters have uncovered the four Divine Beasts that were used thousands of years ago,” Dorian explained.

Purah’s fingers flew across the screen of the slate. “They were used against the Great Calamity. Robbie has been able to activate them with the Sheikah Slate. You will be able to use them to easily take out the Yiga Clan’s hideout.”

“The Divine Beasts,” Urbosa mumbled. “They’re still functioning?”

“You know of them?” Mipha asked.

“Just legends,” Urbosa said.

“We’ll need each of you Champions to man one of these machines,” Purah continued. “The Sheikah can get you each to your respective Divine Beasts to blow up the Yiga Clan hideout, then back in a flash to finish them off.” She looked up at them, her shoulders pulled back, and smiled. “Questions, comments, complaints, grievances, or anything else I don’t care about?”

“Yeah,” Daruk said with a grunt. “We need a raise.”

“I’m afraid I can’t offer that,” Pura started. “But I did come with a plan, didn’t I? And a team?”

“We brought the team,” Rusl said.

But Purah ignored him. “And, I didn’t come without gifts.” She took the brown pieces of material from Impa’s arms. “Take these.” She threw them at each of them and, upon opening them, Link realized they were long cloaks.

“Oh, swell,” he said with false enthusiasm. “These will be so useful to us in that wasteland of a desert where it's going to be so damn cold.”

Impa did not hesitate to smack him upside the head. “Boy, I'da killed you a long time ago if I could have,” she snarled at him. “Don't test me.”

Urbosa frowned at the cloak. “These are the least fashionable things I've ever seen.”

“Fine,” Impa said with a grunt. “Die out there.” She turned away from them and sucked in a deep breath. “You will not be able to fight off the heat of the desert,” she attempted to explain to them. “That being said, you will not stand a chance in the cold nights, either.”

Purah grinned and anxiously offered to finish explaining for Impa. “Listen up, Linky boy. Those cloaks have been reinforced with Sheikah magic and will keep you cool during the day, and warm at night. Without it, you will freeze to death on the first night.” She leaned in toward him. “And we definitely don’t want that to happen. Because you’re just too cute to die!”

Link hesitated, blinking blankly at her. “Thank… you?”

“I'm going to go ahead and assume you expect us to walk that damned desert,” Revali said.

“Of course,” Impa said. She turned back to face the group. “The outskirts of the desert is one thing, but nothing will survive the sandstorms in the wastelands.”

“Us included,” Daruk muttered.

“I suppose the army may have some nice equipment that you could borrow,” Purah started, but she shook her head. “but you'll only draw more attention to yourselves.” She shook her head. “Your safest bet is to go on foot.”

“Urbosa, Revali, Daruk, Mipha; you will each man one of the Divine Beasts, while Link and Zelda make their way to the Yiga Clan. On Teba’s command, you will each use the control panels on the Divine Beasts to fire at their hideout. The Sheikah there will be able to assist you and get you back to the desert to join the fight.”

“What about Thing One and Thing Two?” Revali threw his thumb toward Link and Zelda. “You’re leaving them powerless.” His brows furrowed. “No offense, but you’ll both just get in the way.”

Zelda hesitated. “We’re not staying behind.”

“They will have the Sheikah with them,” Purah said. “They will be safe until you all return.”

“Your power is not gone, Zelda,” Impa said. She patted the back of her hand. “The Triforce is still a part of you, even though Hylia used all of its energy. You are Hylian, and like all Hylian’s, that power sleeps inside of you. You’ve always had the power of the Triforce to enhance your abilities, but they are still there, as they are in all Hylians.” She smiled. “You just have to work a little harder to find that power and bring it out.”

“What about Link?” Riju chimed in. “Does he have it, too?”

Impa hesitated. She met Link’s gaze and her eyes narrowed on him. “He’s too stupid to be able to access any power he might have.” She turned her back on them. “While all Hylians have the power, that doesn’t mean they have the ability to bring it forth.” She met Rusl’s hard gaze.

“Always a loser,” Revali said. He turned to Link with a smug grin.

“Bite me,” Link muttered.

Impa turned back to the Champions. “Prepare yourselves. You’ll set out tonight.” She smiled. “May Hylia keep your sorry asses from frying.”

[forevrnotyours]

Yandere Jin

"darling what are you doing?" jin asked with a little smile after hearing the muffled giggles of his partner, he tried to move his head away from his eyes but they stayed "honey I'm doing some work here" he said with no spite really, he found everything you did endearing, and lately since he closed everything off for you, it was rare that you were in such a good mood to play around.

"your always working jinie" y/n whined dragging the end of the name longer "well of course I'm working, so you can have all those gifts I give you" he said matter for fact taking your hands and pulling you flush to his back so your head ended up beside his so he could kiss your cheek, it was chaste and sweet.

"but today is Saturday" you refuted looking at him in the eyes "and I wanted to do stuff with you not sit and see you work the day away" you said pouting, knowing it was one of his weaknesses, he seemed marveled at your facial expression so you silently prayed your plan could work.

"well okay darling" he said getting his laptop off of his lap turning to you fully "anything you want to do in mind?" he asked looking up to you, you smiled "uhm, well" you said faking thinking about what you wanted to do, even when you had the words in the tip of your tongue, your eyes passed the window, outside a bright day was passing, you diverted your eyes, if going outside was the first thing that you asked for then it would be a definite no from Jin so your eyes then fell on the video games under the TV "how about we play a little bit, your never home anymore to play with me, I'm sure I can beat you at Mario at this point with the practice I've been getting" you said playfully and with a smirk, his eyes widened and then changed to a challenging stare"oh so now my mochi here think they can beat me in my own game Hu? " you smiled going to the consoles and turning the up.

You played not for a long time but enough so he could relax, you lost obviously but in the end he was at ease so you won in the important matter. After loosing again you ladies down partially on his lap "what? Bored of losing?" he asked with a cooky smile, God he was handsome, you thought, but cleared your head "bored of sitting" you answered, looking up at him with puppy eyes, he sighed catching on on what you meant with those, you cursed in your head, he looked outaide the window but that didn't las long.

"I guess going out for a walk wouldn't be too bad" he said, you beamed sitting up and holding his face between your hands "really?!" you said, trying not to sound to overly pleased, he nodded "yes, but - he paused- not before you give me a kiss, I deserve it from all those wins" you rolled your eyes and kissed him before he could look at your face right and see the clear annoyance.

After that you both got ready, it was mid November, but the sun was out so  you had a sweater and a scarf, because seokjin insisted, so you didn't get sick he said bundling you up in it. After that you got out, chilly air brushing your hair away from your face, chills went down your spine when you felt the sun on your skin for the first time in weeks, seokjin grabbed your hand almost instantly, holding you close, you didn't mind so much you were out of that dammed house at last.

You both went to the closest park, it was quite big and in the beggining of your relationship was the place for hundreds of romantic picnics, now after some time you couldn't be happier to be there. You didn't try to run, it crossed your head, but cold curiosity eyes and memories of blood and pain held you in place, not yet you thought, not just yet.

"Y/n?!" a woman's voice brought you out of your daydreaming, you turned to see one of your friends walking towards you, Jin grip on you tightening  "y/n! It's you!" she practically screamed again hugging you tight, you sighed in comfort hugging back just as hard and trying to blink tears away "y/f/n, it's so good to see you again!" you said smiling at her she also smiled inspecting you from  head to toe "I know! What happened to you? You practically vanished like two moths ago!" she said still holding you close "oh I moved" you said trying to not sound off and keeping check on your smile, your turned to seokjin who had a cold expression on his face until you moved again by his side "I moved with my boyfriend Seokjin, I think you ve met him before" you said, her eyes locked in his and she nodded "oh yes, just once tough a long time ago if I remember well" she said shaking hands with Seokjin who had a smile and acted like nothing was wrong. The bastard.

"yes, so I moved with him that's why l left work" she smiled again looking at the both of you as if you were something cute "Aww look at you with the man of your dreams, I'm jealous" she said laughing lightly, you did too but before anyone could say anything else a phone rang "oh that's mine" she said taking her phone out of her bag "actually I'm in a hurry right now, so I'll text you later to catch up okay?" she said making your stomach drop - no please don't go, cat you see there's something wrong with him?- you wanted to ask but the feeling of Seokjins hand on your back made you shut up" yes I would like that very much" you said, and after a quick goodbye she left you alone with him again.

He pulled you close lips to ear "whatever your thinking now drop it, your not seeing her again, she's no good for you" he said kissing your ear after, but anger boiled inside you "and your are? Locking me away like some prisoner inside of that house?" you hissed at him. His hand became heavier grip tightening enough to hurt "are my ears lying or it seems like you forgot what happened last time you said something to me like that" a chill went down your back at his tone, fear coming for your senses "but if you ask me I suppose her blood would look prettier smeared all over the basement floor"

[torannosaurusrexy]

Tongue Tied

➝ Genre: Fluff

➝ Pairing: Slight Kim Seokjin | Reader

➝ Word Count: 7250

➝ Summary: Curse tongues, why do they tend to get in the way of every word in the English language? No, scratch that. Any language for that matter, and why did God feel the need to place a stutter atop your already useless tongue? Jin thinks it’s cute, why wouldn’t he really? The role of Supportive Best Friend is and always has been played perfectly by him. Then again, your stutter only grew in intensity when you spoke to those you didn’t know well, or your already shaky social skills teetered even closer to the edge of implosion.

This curse laid upon you shines brightly like a neon sign when Jin suggests meeting his drop-dead gorgeous set of friends that you’ve only ever seen in pictures, and that alone had you choking on your overly zealous tongue and the endless supply of drool you hold.

“So I was thinking it’d be nice for you to finally meet them.” Jin says before sipping his black coffee, sighing as the hot beverage glides down his throat.

You fiddle with the different colored sugar packets gracing the center of your table, “I don’t know Jinie. It’s just…you know…” You trail off, slipping into a state of half there and half elsewhere…trying to end the conversation as well by separating the cinnamon on top of your freshly brewed latte, avoiding Jin’s captivating eyes.

“It doesn’t slip when you’re around me…so why should it when i’ll be right next to you the entire time?” He smiles when you look back up at him, adjusting the falling shoulder of your jean jacket as a distraction. You both sit in silence as he stares at you, hoping it will make you crack. You stay solid as a rock until he wiggles his eyebrows with a childish smirk painted across his face. “Come on….You keep saying that they sound like so much fun! Not to mention you practically drool when you see pictures of them.”

“I-I-I do not!” Your stutter comes through, a deep blush forming on your face. It’s rare that it slips around Jin, with you and him being so comfortable with each other.

“Ah! Can’t fool me.” He laughs, throwing his head back, exposing the bottom of his beautifully sculpted jawline. “Just this once, please? I promise if you’re uncomfortable…we’ll leave and get Ben & Jerry’s” He calms down, grabbing your petite hands, running his rather large one over the knuckles and kissing the top of it, something he does often. To be completely honest…you’re surprised people don’t ask you if the two of you are dating more often. The touchiness and flirtatious conversations that seem regularly scheduled at this point probably make you two look like the average couple, especially to strangers and even to friends. However, Jin is like a brother to you, always has been and always will be. He’s always been there for you…so you should at least do this one thing for him. Not to mention part of you is itching to meet the statuesque boys from the pictures Jin has shown you.

Not that you’d ever admit it…

You give in, “Okay…I g-g-guess I could give it a try, only for t-the ice cream though.” You end the sentence with a smile, practically beaming once you see the look of pure happiness that has coated Jin’s perfect features.

“That’s my girl. Come on, They should all be at Joons’ place.” Jin smiles, obviously forming a mental image of his group of friends getting into some kind of hilarious trouble. “He just got this killer TV set and Jungkook brought over his Xbox.” He stands, collecting his jacket, throwing it over his arm and reaching out for you with the other.

You look up into Jin’s gleaming eyes like a wounded puppy, cowering into your latte as if the thick cream could swallow you whole and quickly evict you from the situation at hand. “We’re going now?” Your sentence forms but a sense of overwhelming stress and fear start to run rampant through your mind. And despite your best efforts…you can only fit so well into your latte mug.

“Mhm. Namjoon almost burned down his house trying to cook for everyone.” He pulls out his phone, the device vibrating violently in his hand. “See?” You look the screen up and down, reading only the conversations relevant to the topic at hand. A back and forth conversation with a contact labeled Hobi is bright with many emoji’s and caps lock letters dancing across the chat bubbles. You sort through your mind to find the connection to the name and then remember Jin referring to Hoseok as Hobi on occasion. You can’t help but smile when you see Namjoon butt into the conversation to try and argue for his sake. He fails and by the end of the exchange, Jin agreed to come over and cook for them.

Jin to the rescue as always.

You scrunch your eyebrows when a particular message he sent has you confused, “You’re bringing a surprise? What does that mean?” Jin kneads either side of his nose, shame glazing his form.

“I’m talking about you dipshit.” He smiles, holding out his hand for you, “Grab your coat, I need to buy groceries before we head over there.” You accept his gesture, intermingling your fingers and letting him yank you towards the door. You pull him back and take one last swig of your latte only to turn back to find Jin holding your purse.

Seriously…you aren’t dating.

Grabbing groceries was the easy part. Jin did practically everything, placing bread, vegetables, and various types of meat into the small basket you were holding for him, clutching the handle so tight that your knuckles were turning into a white color equal to that of your bones. “I can hear you breathing.” Jin mentions, eyeing you sincerely while placing a few packages of ramen in your basket. “I promise you they’re good guys, nothing to worry about. If anything, the worst that can happen is a tickle fight.” Jin grins, his cute round-framed glasses–that he doesn’t need–completing the look he sports with ease. Seokjin’s looks were never short of beguiling. He’s just so damn gorgeous. His cheeks scrunched up when he smiled, his shoulders were perfect for resting your head on; and he always comforted you when you had a bad day. You were ever grateful to him. Oh, and how could you forget his laugh, his uniquely Jin laugh was the one noise that no matter how bad the situation was, the sound never ceased to make you smile.

“I-” You stop yourself, taking a deep breath–to compose yourself and repel your stutter–closing your eyes and opening them as you exhale. “I know that, you talk about them all the time. I’m just nervous. You know how I get…around new people.” You pause. “Especially hot ones.” You mumble the last part under your breath, not wanting to announce it to the demigod to your right. Regardless, Somehow Jin hears it and turns to you, eyebrows furrowed, almost offended.

“You’ve already seen the hottest person on Earth.” He points to himself, flicking his head to the side all to expose his forehead and allow you a pristine image of his face. You hit just below his shoulder after registering his ego pumped comment, nearly dropping the basket full of food as you do so. He winces, pulling away from you but chuckling along.

Minutes later–after placing multiple well-deserved bruises on Jin’s body–you’ve gone through the self-checkout, sprinting to the car with your arms resting underneath your chin. The super cool temperatures already have you chilled to the bone. You start the heat immediately and warm your hands. Jin drives off after putting the groceries into the back seat, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the only sound being that of the low music coming from the cars’ speakers.

The heat may be turning the small car into a toaster by the second, even so, you’re shivering…and Jin notices. “Are you still cold? The heats at full blast.” The car rolls up to a red light, the most opportune moment for Jin to raise a hand and touch your forehead, making sure you aren’t coming down with something.

“I feel fine, nervous jitters that’s all.” You run a hand through your hair repeatedly, trying to find a good spot for it to lay, unsatisfied every time and moving back and forth.

Jin snorts, sliding his hand to the bottom of the steering wheel only to move it back to the top, “I’ll be there the whole time, i’ll even let you cut an onion instead of socializing.” You nod and place your hand under his on the armrest, allowing him to kiss the top of it like he did in the restaurant and run his thumb over the soft valleys between each knuckle.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” You tease, raising a blush to Jin’s face.

You passed countless opulent houses on your way to Namjoon’s home. Jin continues to hold your hand while you stared out the window, an attempt at trying to dilute your nerves further. Little changes however when Jin turns left into a driveway that circles around a beautiful fountain surrounded by bushes spotted with tulips. The setting sun allows rays of light to bounce off the tall domineering windows that catch your eye immediately. Jin releases your hand to park, cool air hitting your knuckles in replacement. “Don’t move.” Jin orders when you sit up and reach for the door handle, unbuckling yourself.

Before you can protest, Jin exits the car and runs around the side to open your door. “M’lady.” He stands straight, holding out his hand and waiting for you to take it.

“What a gentleman.” You smile, accepting his gesture and stepping out of the low ground vehicle. Now standing, the sheer size of Namjoons bachelor pad becomes even more apparent as you take the lead and approach the front door, Jin carrying the grocery bags. What kind of man needs this much space?

You turn and take a grocery bag from Jin so he can knock on the door which not a second later opens to expose a man with flour clinging to his fluffy strands of dirty blonde hair. “Jin!” He smiles, trying to shake some of the flour from his head. Then his eyes land on you, and your heart drops to your stomach. “Who’s this?” You see his mouth move, but all sound has faded out to instead be replaced by the hard pounding of your heart ringing through your ears. You gulp, your ears popping to allow sound to once again flood through.

Before Jin has a chance to comment in tune to the words his comrade��and who you believe to be Namjoon himself–said, a deep yet eccentric tone lifts itself from inside the house, “Joon! Is Jin here?!” Someone rushes towards you, their shadow distorted against the eggshell white wall as they gallivant down the hallway.

“About time.” Someone breathes out, a preoccupied voice.

As assumed, the tall dusty blonde male standing relaxed against his door frame is Namjoon. To be frank, you aren’t sure if the light emanating through the doorway is coming from the chandelier hanging from the ceiling or the handsome young man ahead of you, shaking his head with exhaustion. “I’m so glad you’re here. They’re driving me insane.” Namjoon whispers, running another hand over his dusty locks, shaking more flower from them.

“If you learned how to cook you wouldn’t need to endure the teasing!”

“It is your fault we’re on the verge of willowing away here.”

Jin chuckles, nudging you. “As I was saying…” Namjoon laughs, his grin ending at his cute dimples. He’s even more breathtaking in person, which of course doesn’t help to calm your nerves or subdue the huge lump still renting out square footage in your throat.

“Hyung!” Namjoon isn’t able to continue his delicate conversation with you thanks to a cheerful tone floating through the entrance, belonging to that of the young man whos shadow you saw skidding it’s way closer. You’d recognize that bright red hair anywhere. It’s Hoseok, or so you recall as “‘Hobi”, thanks to the contact info in Jin’s phone. He doesn’t even realize you’re there, either blinded by his stomach or clearly you’ve developed superpowers and can turn invisible at will.

If only…

He pats Namjoon’s shoulder, looking down into the grocery bags Jin holds. “So what did you bring? Better be something worth the wait-” He rants, cut off by his comrade.

“Echem.” Namjoon clears his throat, hitting Hoseok shoulder with his own. Hoseok stutters a turn, looking at Namjoon only to follow his line of sight.

“Woah! Hi!” His enthusiasm only makes your heart beat faster, leaping for your throat.

Jin obviously didn’t warn them or tell them anything about you, exhibited by the sudden embrace Hobi pulls you into. He squeezes you, cutting off your air supply and making you gasp. You drop the multitude of grocery bags as the breath escapes you. Your eyes shoot open wide, expanding into large discs. Hoseok holds you for a second longer before releasing you at arm’s length. “So you were the surprise!” Hobi’s smile is so large it illuminates the entire entrance way. The chandelier hanging above, not standing a chance when compared. Jin nods, smiling at you. You manage to return a struggled smile, lingering there until you look down at your feet.

Egg yolk starts to seep through the bottom of the brown paper grocery bag, tainting the stone steps below you. “Oh n-no.” You whimper, sounding as if you’re on the verge of breaking into a fit tears. “I-I- d-didn’t-” The words fumble out of your mouth, barely audible over the firmament laughter ringing in your ears. It’s Hoseok, laughing up a storm at your mistake and making you flush rose.

Namjoon smacks the back of the red-headed boys’ skull from behind him, stopping the young man’s laughter and instead commenting on your fumble. “No big deal, there’s plenty in the fridge.” Namjoon shrugs, winking at you as he mentions the cracked eggs. And you thought you couldn’t flush any deeper. “Hobi.” He calls, hesitantly breaking eye contact with you. “Grab those for her okay? Then get one of the others to help clean that up.” Hoseok groans but does as ordered, relinquishing you of the heavy bags filled to the brim with miscellaneous ingredients picked up on the ride here. “Jin.” Namjoon cocks his head in the direction of the threshold, telling Jin with that motion to follow and that he’s more than welcome inside. He ushers you forward, placing his hand over yours reassuringly. Namjoon gives off a welcoming aura, one that –despite your pounding heart–helps to ensure you safety and move you forward. He pulls you down the same egg white walkway Hoseok practically danced down and into a drafty living room. Nervous, you risk a glance backward, eyeing Jin who nods slowly and provides you a whisper of a smile, one that may be slight but is all the while reassuring nonetheless.

Once in the open area, you realize that the house is beyond what you first thought it would be.

The walls are all a dark grey, brick and concrete sub walls scattered and far between. The floors change from a dusty desert tile into a light grey wood as you walk. Jin’s presence noticeably diminished from behind you as he enters a kitchen off to the left of the large sitting space Namjoon ushers you into, a bar-like counter allows you to see Hoseok place down the grocery bags he hastily took from you.

He’s still close. You tell yourself, feeling the need to rush to the kitchen and stand behind Jin like a child frightened by a smiling stranger amongst their mother’s legs, her hand stroking their head as a mother should.

Not that Jin would ever stroke your head…

Someone from a couch just up ahead bellows out a yell of displeasure, all in good fun it sounded to be, but alarming to you just the same. You jump, unintentionally clinging to Namjoons muscular arm with your free hand out of pure fear. A sudden wash of anxiety flows through you. Your hands, you fear, have grown excessively sweaty since you walked in and counted just how many friends Seokjin has. The anxiety you feel strengthening due to the fact the Namjoon’s hand clings to yours…and you worry he feels the condensation forming a thin barrier between his skin and yours.

What if he thinks i’m gross…and strange…Oh god!

His expression displays no depiction of discomfort, he’s calm, happy even, and the most he does to show any sign of discomfort is opening and closing his fingers back around your knuckles. A move most certainly done only to adjust his grip in yours. “Looks like Tae’s still getting fed his ass from a silver spoon.”

“Assuredly.” A smaller looking blonde boy chuckles, his face glistening under the shadows of a lit fireplace blazing proudly beneath the wide flat screen. “His vie to win sure is strong, not that he’ll ever beat…” Mid-sentence the sinewy young man with golden blonde tresses clinging around his cheekbones turns to face you, expecting to find Namjoon and Namjoon alone. He raises his eyebrows, neglecting his previously formed soliloquy to instead merge onto a new topic of conversation. You. “Well do my eyes deceive me or is there a pretty girl standing on your arm Joon?” He coos, smiling wide at you and turning towards you slightly. Namjoon looks at you, and it’s not until then that you realize you haven’t even told them your name.

As if possessing mind reading skills… “Her name’s ___!” Jin yells from the kitchen, his volume raised over the running faucet he washes his hands underneath. He smiles, clearly proud of himself for coming into the conversation at the perfect time.

You gulp.

Jin earns you a pausing of the multiplayer shooting game, no doubt some testosterone pumped violent simulation made to make innocent boys into couch potatoes. The boy Namjoon acknowledged as “Tae” turns towards you. Seeing his face, handsome, with glittering eyes hiding a sensual man beneath a soft exterior that you’ve seen break down to reveal a deity of lust. His name is one you’ve engraved into your brain. How could you forget those ethereal features…and his shy expressions. Kim Taehyung. Better known as Tae. He blushes pink, his already bright complection reddening to a deep flush as he looks you up and down. He nods a hello, whispering the word. It takes a mere second, but the dark-haired fit boy next to him on the leather cushions throws his thumbs away from the joystick in annoyance, eyeing the TV and the pause screen flittering across the pixels. He furrows his eyebrows, side-eyeing Taehyung in the attempt of regaining his enemies attention. Then he follows his friends’ gaze to you, and you find yourself to be the one blushing with embarrassment now.

“Hoseok wouldn’t shut up about some surprise Jin was bringing. That’s you?” The boy who was first to acknowledge you asks, smirking suggestively. The tug at his lips pulls a sharp breath from your lungs, the air forcibly ejected from the muscle as it contracts. Curse God for making these men so breathtaking, for you wish some of their beauty was bestowed upon you instead. You struggle to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence as the boys mouth opens to allow his tongue to snake across the plump plain…all you are capable of mustering is a slow perfunctory nod.

The dark haired boy with a billion angry facial expressions sighs, turning back towards the television to instead begin a single player run through, rightfully ejecting the otherwise distracted–and flushed–Taehyung from the game. “Nice to see Jin Hyung finally grew some balls and got a girlfriend.” Your head spins fast enough to draw a quick breeze from the stagnant air, microscopic motes dancing through the hues of orange and yellow that wave in the brick fireplace. Your eyes lock onto Mr. Attitude, clearly, someone needs to get their facts straight, along with a copy of Being Nice For Dummies.

“J-J-Jin and I are–are j-just friends.” You wince at the sound of your stutter, horrified by the syllables and wishing it’d just disappear and allow this encounter to go smoother. Little do you know that the boys sitting and standing in front of you all think you’re completely normal. Nothing has phased them–besides perhaps your sex and beauty–and for that…you’re grateful. You’ve had people approach you, bring up the one thing you are so keen on hiding and insulting your way of speech. Those people are the reason you can’t embrace the way you talk, the very reason you reject your own tongue and dream of a life without the very thing that makes you--you. However improbable it may come across as…you can’t help but wish on blown dandelions, or pray on shooting stars, and of course…rub gravy boars in the hope a magical genie will glide out and whisp away any and all hatred you may possess against your tongue.

You’re free to dream.

“Well in that case,” One of the adonis’s stands, his stature lean and lanky, but encasing thick–dare you say meaty–thighs beneath melanin skin. “I’m Jimin.” Jimin gives you a million dollar smile, earning a rare bat of your eyelashes as payment. “And the ass at the end of the couch is Kookie.” He gestures with a flick of his head towards the young man dubbed Mr. Attitude.

“Jungkook.” The ass at the end of the couch corrects, growling as his avatar throws a hand grenade towards what can only be labeled as a computer, a game operated antagonist. Before being able to show him a piece of your mind, a loud crash from the kitchen calls the attention of all except for Jungkook, who’s already engrossed in the next round of one on one dancing with a computer, except this dancing includes landmines rather than pointe shoes.

“Dammit,” Namjoon mutters under his breath, unweaving his fingers from between your own, “I don’t need them breaking anything besides eggshells in there.” You exhale a laugh, reluctantly letting go of his hand, seeing that it was the only outlet you had to keep from falling to the floor in a puddle of tears. He walks off, the material of his dark jeans caressing the sway of his hips. You can’t help but cock your head to the side slightly as he takes his wide strided steps one after the other.

“Wanna sit?” Jimin’s soft tone calls you back to the ache of your legs, all the walking you did with Jin really drained you…and you hate to admit it, but your not one to exercise for long periods of time, even if it is with Jin who you’d do backflips for if you could manage. You nod, eyeing the plush leather of the couch as Jimin gestures for you to come nearer before he sits. He removes an accent pillow from the mass of the large loveseat, clearing space for you to cuddle up against the warmth of the couch.

A comfortable silence ensues, only broken by Jimin shifting to get comfortable or his whispering, asking fondly if you need anything to which you shake your head with a weak but endearing smile. “Hi.” A deep glimmer of a voice coos from next to you. The voice belongs to a blushing Tae whose smiling, his box-like smile earning a bite of your lip and smile in return.

“Hey loverboy,” Jungkook beckons, “Are you going to play with me or not? Pass the controller to Jimin if you aren’t.” Taehyung’s inner glimmer of pride shrivels to nothing as Jungkook calls him out. Innocent flirtations are cute…not that you deserve them from him let alone anyone in this room. Despite that fact nestled deep into the crooks and crannies of your brain, you still grow tense and feel for Taehyung. Jimin’s been staring holes into you since he turned and saw you clinging to Namjoon for dear life and Jungkook hadn’t said a word about it. Jungkook’s attitude has you filled with a confident filled ire, a sense of ass whooping adrenaline coursing through you, fanning the need to teach him some manners purely evident now.

“I’ll play.” You take the remote from Tae’s long slender fingers and wipe

your hands on the denim of your black jeans, cracking your neck and kicking off your wedge heels. Jimin lifts his hands from their resting place on his lap in a defensive manner, raising his eyebrows and leaving you free to hopefully show Jungkook who the real boss at video games is. You’ve mastered the art of the couch potato. And of course, the position in which only professional blanket tots have mastered. You pull your legs up onto the couch, sitting criss-cross applesauce with your elbows resting on your knees, bent over in preparation for battle. Taehyung sits in awe, his eyes follow you as if he’d never seen a woman before…or perhaps, just one of your swelling uniqueness. To be honest, his schoolboy staring only adds to your adrenaline filled and fast crashing confidence.

Jungkook doesn’t say a word, patiently waiting as you to pick a weapon and choose character before he quickly picks a map he’s obviously familiar with and without a moment’s hesitation, sprints off to find you. With the rapidly decreasing time you have between the initial spawn in and Jungkook finding you, you take in your surroundings and then his, trying to point out any familiarities in order to take him out first. You load your weapon, sprinting off into the nearest building and out a window on its opposite wall. You continue to glance back and forth at his section of the screen and yours. It’s so blatantly obvious that Jungkook is doing his damndest to dig into the depths of his sourpuss brain and pull out your exact coordinates. What he doesn’t know is that you’ve always had a knack for catching on quickly. This is effective when your opponent pinpoints your location and comes running at you. You barely hesitate, using the controls as designed, taking him out with hand to hand combat instead of your pistols; barely breaking a sweat and looking pretty while doing it.

Shocked, Jimin and Taehyung both sit up. Even Jungkook himself is surprised, sitting up straighter as he respawns. You cockily smile and gratefully watch as the previously seen anger floods from Jungkook’s face.

The dominance war continues until he manages to kill you an equal amount of times to you, it’ll only take one more kill to win the round and along with it, win the bragging rights over Jungkook. But breaking the tie won’t be easy. The two of you memorized the map and therefore know where you respawn…Jungkook was practically waiting for you in order to take the last kill.

“Jesus riding a skateboard through New York City, does that fucking TV have to be so damn loud?!” A grumbling voice emerges from behind you, causing you to jump, drop the remote and throw the game. Jungkook leaps at the opportunity, taking the last kill and along with it…flushing your confidence down the toilet. The boys were so engrossed that it isn’t until after the kill that they even notice the presence of another. He’s a pastel teal headed boy, wrapped in an oversized sweater and joggers. He looks as if he just woke up, hair astrew, eyes harboring lilac half moons beneath them and a lingering innocence to him that only the lull of sleep can offer. He yawns, opening his eyes and stretching halfway through only to practically choke on the incoming air upon spotting you.

“Fuck Kook! She had that one! I call disorderly conduct and request a rematch!” Tae argues on your behalf, turning to pat your knee in a supportive manner. You wince at the contact and feel yourself start to feel sick. Bile starts to crawl its way into the back of your throat. The all too familiar taste of stomach acid and your previously drunken latte coming back up to greet you. The overwhelming wash of confidence you had just minutes ago is gone…and now you’ve been thrown back into reality. The reality where you’re a mouse in a room of cats, angelic felines that want nothing more than to devour you whole. Your heart starts to beat exceedingly fast, pushing blood through your body quicker than it can register safely. Your face turns pale, and the mass of your lips starts to tremble.

“You can’t just call disorderly conduct Tae!” Jungkook fires back, fueling a raging fire of an argument between Taehyung and himself. The quarrel goes largely unnoticed, ignored by all in the room except the two participants.

Jimin, one of who rightfully chose to ignore the toddler's’ tantrums notices the rapidly decreasing color in your face, taking the opportunity to move closer and check your well being, simultaneously popping your personal space bubble. “Hey, ___? You alright? You don’t look so good…” Jimin’s hand meets your own as a means of comforting you, sadly you pull away from the gesture quickly, earning a surprised gulp from the man trying his best to bring color back to your features. He looks like a wounded puppy, not unlike a man left at the altar. Almost as if he can feel your sorrow. Who are you kidding? How could he ever truly understand how you feel? How could any of them truly understand how you feel?

“I-I-I-I- n-need to go to the bath- bathroom.” You blink, trying to keep

tears from welling up in your eyes by furiously blinking and swallowing, just barely choking them down.

The tired messy haired boy standing behind the couch speaks up, yawning halfway through his uttered words. “Oh, it’s just this way, i’ll show you.” He starts to move towards the hallway in which the bathroom must lay, but you stop him by standing abruptly, tensing your every muscle.

“N-no that’s not necessary…I can-can find it m-myself.” You dismiss him with a wave of your hand, smoothing down your jeans despite their already smooth exterior and begin walking around the couch, pairs of eyes cauterizing holes into you as you pass, your skin burning beneath their worryful gazes. Darkness envelops you in the connecting hallway, and something about not being able to see down it is comforting. Odd, considering Satan himself could be sitting at the end of it. You find the bathroom, clicking on the lights and softly shutting the door behind you before releasing a harbored breath.

“Should one of us follow her? She looked like she was about to be sick.” Jimin looks back to the others worryingly, his eyes creasing with the motion as his lips purse..

“No, we should leave her be…I think she needed some time to herself.” Taehyung suggests, rising from the soft leather sofa and stretching out a yawn with an arch of his back and twist of his back muscles. Seeing him do so most definitely would’ve made you combust into a smoking ball of ash.

“‘Kay.” Jimin concedes, following Taehyung’s suggestion and relaxing back against the couch cushions, sighing.

“Damn, smells good. Is Jin here?” Yoongi points out. The others nod.

“Who else do you think brought ___?” Jungkook twists his head to the side, glancing briefly at his elder with a tinge of sarcasm to his voice.

At the same time, Hoseok comes crawling from the kitchen with tears streaming down his face. He runs up to Taehyung, bunching up his dongsaengs shirt and wiping his eyes on it. “Yah!” Taehyung yelps in protest, trying to pull the article from his elder’s strong grip.

Yoongi can’t help but snort at Hoseok’s predicament, watching as an endless flow of tears leak from the redheaded boy’s eyes. “What happened to you? Tear gas?”

“Funny.” Hoseok croaks, finally releasing Taehyung’s shirt and tilting his head back to keep any more salt crested tears from falling. Jimin chuckles and points at Taehyung’s shirt, now covered in spots of moisture. “Jin made me cut onions.” He whimpers, “ ___ was going to do it originally but Jin wanted her to hang with you guys.” He finally looks back down, blinking to subdue gathered streams amongst his waterline. He notices your absence immediately. “Speaking of which. Did the maknae line eat her or something? Where’d she go?” The three youngest look at each other with half amusement half betrayal laced within their gazes, staring daggers at Hoseok after acknowledging their shared emotions.

“Bathroom. She looked like she was about to hurl.” Jungkook answers, being the least bit affected by his hyungs jab.

Hoseok nods, licking his lips before taking a seat on the big coffee table that looks as if it’s meant to double as an extra seat if the need was ever to arise. “What did you guys do to her to make her sick to her stomach?” He asks, grabbing the extra controller you left in your wake and logging in to join Jungkook’s round of assault.

“Nothing!” Jimin yelps, clearly disconcerted. “It was Yoongi who made her uncomfortable!” He points at the boy still trying to tame his flowing locks, walking to the overbearing mantel of the fireplace to warm himself.

“Oh please, if you ask me it seemed like she wasn’t really all that interested in you guys.” Yoongi scratches his neck, outstretching his hands for warmth before starting to walk towards the kitchen, dragging his feet.

“Yah! Get back here! What do you mean by that?!” Jimin looks offended, trying to sound tough when his soft exterior only cancels out the attempt.

Yoongi shrugs. “It just didn’t seem like she was enthralled with being in the presence of you guys.” He thinks before continuing, “I wouldn’t take it too hard, most girls don’t like the three of you anyway.” He smirks, clearly proud of his last gib.

“Gee, thanks hyung.” Jungkook says sarcastically, firing his weapon in the direction he believes Hoseok to be. “You could’ve just said that she doesn’t like us.” He adds, killing his enemy with a sniper shot. Hoseok sighs, sweat-drenched as if that one round took more out of him than actually working out does. Jungkook on the other hand looks like he won that round with ease, finding it easy to place down his controller and follow Yoongi into the dining room, the rest of the group following with Hoseok trailing sluggishly behind in defeat.

“Too bland for my liking. I prefer the finer things in life.” Yoongi wrinkles his nose innocently, dropping his end of the conversation.

“She…doesn’t?” Tae whines, fiddling with his utensils. Namjoon joins them at the table, taking the head of the table as usual.

Namjoon reads the room, picking up on a major whiff of discomfort.“Who doesn’t what?” He asks, remembering the last uttered words.

“___. She went to the bathroom. Yoongi thinks she doesn’t like us.” Jimin complains.

“What’d you guys do to her?” Namjoon calmly requests an answer, pouring a glass of soju for himself before handing Jimin the bottle to calm his nerves.

“We didn’t do anything!” Taehyung yells. “Well…Jungkookie beat her in the game we were playing.” Taehyung relinquishes, slipping his gaze over to look at Jungkook who looks the least bit phased if not proud.

“By the skin of his teeth…” Jimin teases, erupting the table in laughter.

“Dinner is served.” Jin boasts, looking up from the colorful pot at the table of starving boys, practically foaming at the mouth. The only thing the room lacks in is you. “Where’s ___?” Taehyung prepares to pounce the contents of the pot, but Jin pulls it away as he takes a glance towards the opening to the hallway, you’re silhouette nowhere in sight.

“She’s in the bathroom.” Jin relaxes. “The guys were just telling me that they think she doesn’t like them.” Namjoon chuckles, following Jin with his eyes as he places down and opens a large bowl of ramen with various types of vegetables and meat tangled beneath the broth.

“You’re lying. She’s wanted to meet you guys for a while, sure she was nervous about tonight but I highly doubt she hates you all.” He smacks Jungkooks hand away before he can serve himself. We’re waiting for her. Jin’s eyes say. “What makes you think otherwise?” He scans the table, looking for a viable answer, finding all eyes landing on Yoongi. “Besides Yoongi being Yoongi of course.” He chuckles, playfully nudging the mint-haired boy.

“While trying to beat Kook, Yoongi walked in. She lost the round and looked like she was about to be sick. Her face got all pale and splotchy…that’s when she excused herself to the bathroom.”  Jimin relives the moment that took place mere minutes prior, his eyes filling with worry and sadness.

“Sore loser?” Yoongi offers, shrugging.

Jin’s too lost in thought to hear Yoongi’s words. Was bringing her here the wrong move…?

“I was hoping to hit it off with her” Jimin blushes, “She’s so sweet and pretty.” Jimin sighs like a lovesick schoolgirl.

“Mhm. Me too.” Hobi pouts, ashamed at himself for putting his hopes up when he believes you dislike them all.

“She’d probably implode if she heard you two say those things. It’s just that her stutter just makes her nervous. That’s probably why she disappeared so suddenly…my bad for not warning you guys.” The room falls silent, all the boys suddenly shell-shocked into a large gap of lingering breaths. Even Namjoon, the brains at the table is utterly shocked.

“She…has a stutter?” Taehyung blinks quickly, his eyes searching for answers as they flutter back and forth across the table’s surface. All eyes lock onto the eldest, a shot of soju gliding down his throat as he swallows.

He coughs, clearing his throat. “I figured you would’ve guessed, she must’ve done a pretty good job at hiding it.” He swallows, looking from pair of eyes to pair of eyes. “It used to be really bad, she barely talked at all.” Jin finally takes a seat next to Jimin, nearest to your impending spot.

“Fuck,” Jungkook says, tracing his fingers along the fabric of the tablecloth. “I feel bad for being such an ass to her now.”

Jungkook winks at Jungkook, smiling. “Don’t worry Kook, she’s a tough cookie. Stronger than she looks.”

“Is that so?” Namjoon’s tone drops suggestively, leaning on his hand.

“Well yeah, she probably just got overwhelmed when Yoongi walked in.” Namjoons’ suggestive tone completely went over Jin’s head. For such a handsome young man, Jin lacks in spatial reasoning occasionally.

“Yoongi, no more assuming alright? Let’s make sure she feels at home here. It’s important to Jin.” Namjoon leans back in his seat, looking out into the sea of faces all belonging to his closest friends.

“Look at you guys. Since when were we the serious group?” Everyone shakes their head in laughter and Jimin shoves Jin playfully.

You hear laughter from the living room where you originally expected to find everyone. It took some time to compose yourself in the restroom. Seeing another attractive young man while previously being surrounded by countless others was your breaking point. You could feel yourself choking up, nerves parking themselves in your throat as a sort of roadblock for words. Embarrassing yourself was the last thing you wanted.

Ugh.

And you were doing so good too. Sure you stuttered a few times, but each one went unnoticed as far as you know. You wet the back of your neck to calm down, fixed your mascara and sauntered back into the main house, greeted by an empty living room and a billion thoughts. That was when you heard it, the welcoming chorus of deep voices laughing together. You entered the large dining space with a faint smile plastered to your lips, the seven handsome young men seated at scattered spaces at the suffocatingly dark wood dining table.

“Just who we were waiting for.” Namjoon stands, calling the attention of the others who do the same. He saunters over to you, his stature much taller than yours. He holds out his hand, offering it to you. Grateful, you accept his kind motion and allow him to walk you to a seat between Jimin and Jin.

“I’m sorry f-for making you all wait. I-I can practically feel the hunger emanating from this room.” The boys are all looking at you, bright smiles plastered on their faces that are almost mechanical, clown-like in nature. The unnecessary and unneeded attention is rather strong but comical, you can’t help but smile and look to Jin who’s the only one with his face in his hands in amused disappointment. Trying to break the tension you inhale and begin the meal, “It smells great Jin. I wish you asked me to help.” He shrugs. “I- uh, I don’t even know where to start. C-can someone pass me the-”

“I’LL GET IT!” Everyone except for Jin yells. He seems just as taken aback as you are, silently subduing his entire hand to instead knead the small space on either side of his nose.

“The…pepper…thanks.” Taehyung obliges, handing you what was requested. The other’s grow sheepish, wearing expressions washed away by varying hues of red. The meal starts off silent, small talk appears to be a thing of the past, and for the sake of the evening, you take a deep breath and pipe up. “Thank you for allowing me to accompany Jin tonight.” You pause, analyzing surrounding expressions. “I’m sure you all had better things to do.” You continue to eat, being an avid enthusiast of Jin’s cooking, it’s nothing short of delicious.

“Are you kidding?” Hobi grows soft, leaning towards the center of the

table, causing you to meet his gaze. “I’m beyond glad that Jin brought you along tonight.” He smiles at you, his eyes crinkling with joy. “I’m a little jealous that Jin’s been hogging you all for himself. We don’t get to be around pretty girls very often. You’re a real treat.” You can’t help to conceal the laugh that escapes your lips as Hoseok finishes speaking, but the room is deathly serious. A chill rides the length of your spine, alerting you that yes, Hoseok and the others don’t get some often.

“What Hobi means is, that despite only knowing you for an evening, we’re happy to have met you and enjoy your company. I personally cannot wait to become better acquainted.” Namjoon, always the one to save the others in tight situations, speaks up and makes you blush. You almost want to thank him for serving as the life vest keeping this gang afloat.

“I second that, not to mention that keeping you around means that I can learn how to kick Kook’s ass like you do.” Tae giggles, earning a zeal filled hit in return from Jungkook.

“Your love for reading as well. Jin tells me you’re quite the avid reader. Perhaps we can talk about it over coffee sometime?” Namjoon smiles, cocking his head to the side sweetly.

“Woah wait! Namjoon gets to hit on her but I can’t?!” Jimin slams down his fist, mock anger displayed across his sublime features.

Namjoon sighs, “Chim, i’m asking her to talk about books over coffee. I’m just making small talk.”

“Oh yeah sure sure.” Jimin jibes sarcastically, smirking at you.

Despite the attention you continue to be fed, your eyes drift to meet Jin’s. His soft aura allowing you to feel comforted again. He reaches for your hand under the table…and for the first time…you think about how you’ll have to let Jimin down gently.

You turn back to Namjoon, answering his plea for a slight book club, “Yeah…I’d like that.”

[yoonia]

WIP Game

⇢ Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

⇢ I was tagged by @jeonjagiya. To say that I’m nervous about doing this might seem like an understatement lol I have tons of WIPs waiting in my draft for me to touch and open it. Some of the titles may sound familiar for I have talked about it or briefly mentioned them in the past, while I don’t talk about the others as much for so many reasons.

Anyway, behold, my long list of WIPs: (titles in quotes are subject to change)

Multi-Chapter Stories (BTS):

Carousel

About Time

Nocturne

Blood Moon Rising

28 Days

In Motion

Flux Series (BTS):

Flux: Ripples

Blindsided

Petals Series (BTS/Yoongi):

“producer dumpling”

“Thank you, Baby Min”

“Movie Night”

“Uncle Kookie’s secret”

“Daddy of the year”

Red Series (BTS):

“The secret addition”

“Promiscuous dinner”

Red Dress

Ghostown Series (BTS):

Dreamers

Champagne and Scented Candles

Triggers

Lost Trails

River

Pace is The Trick

Standalone, Spin-offs, Epilogues (BTS):

Tidal Waves (epilogue: Intertwine)

“Dark Demons” (epilogue: Bad For You)

“On Top” (spin-off: Bad For You)

“Tempus” (standalone; hypothetically a continuation of Fever aka Werewolf!Taehyung)

“So Good” (Standalone)

Other WIPs (Multi-fandom):

Chance Encounter (Christian Yu; multi-chapter)

“Virgin Mary” (Dean; standalone)

“The Distance” (Song Mino; still undefined)

“Sketch on the Streets” (Song Mino; still undefined)

Original Fictions:

Honey Skies

Street Spirit (was originally planned as a Yoongi x OC series)

“Paper Flowers”

This was also a complete mess /awkward laughs/ I’m not sure if I will get around on actually writing all of this down. I feel like a lot of these will never see the light of day or forever be locked inside my head as raw, unfinished ideas.

⇢ Tagging: @fireheart-namjoon @tendershepherd @jeonggukingdom @httpjeon @floralseokjin @kittae @bread-jinie @johobi @joonbird @kpopfanfictrash @underthejoon @baebae-goodnight @seokeros and anyone else who wants to join in to share theirs (tag me/let me know if you’re doing this because of me!). As always, no pressure!!